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🎄🕯An Unhinged Yuletide Gathering🕯🎄
My darlings! 💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️
It's time for a festive unhinged gathering! Arrive in your loveliest ball gowns and with your thottiest thots and feel free to share away! The more, the merrier! I'm thrilled to have every single one of you here. This time, I invite you all to a lavish Scandinavian manor house.
We can watch the snow and the northern lights from the lovely art nouveau observatory of the highest tower. Throughout the evening, the roaring hearths, lush decorations, and golden glow of luxurious interiors will keep us very content. There will be decedant warm beverages aplenty, a scrumptious dinner, and spread after spread of desserts.
The company is, of course, also a mouthwatering collection of our exquisite fictional men.
Jonathan Pine is in a brand new and very smart three piece suit, welcoming you with an incandescent smile as he guides you in. He smells deliciously of expensive cologne and the single festive red rose pinned to his lapel. Before he takes his leave, he holds your hand in both of his and makes some very intense eye contact, saying, "and Miss, if there's anything at all I can do for you, please don't hesitate to find me."
You barely catch your breath as you move further past polished oak doors into the large glimmering ballroom where Loki is lounging on a velvet couch, some elaborate mixed drink balanced in his lovely ivory hand. He charms us all with tale after tale as our cheeks get warm and we take turns feeding him teasing little bites of cake.
Thomas Sharpe stands brooding in his finest tuxedo, desperately waiting for his chance at a waltz with you as you look so lovely this evening.
Eddie...delicous, sweet, snarky Eddie Munson snuck in with the caterers. His big chocolate button eyes scan the crowd of lovely ladies, and he gives a big dimpled grin. With no regard at all for the job he signed up for, he shrugs off the uniform top, smooths out the Iron Maiden shirt beneath it, and swaggers over.
"Welllllll, hello lovely ladies!", he declares as he plops on the couch next to Loki, even daring to cross his legs over the god's lap and steal a sip of his drink. Loki stares at this bushy-haired miscreant with a leathal glare that cracks delightfully into a big euphoric grin. One trickster obviously appreciates the charisma of another.
Adam keeps to himself, playing the most beautiful piece of music on an antique lute. He feels a rare flicker of joy as he anticipates candlelit ghost stories on Christmas night (a sweet revival of a Victorian tradition). The faintest twitch of a smile moves his lips as he thinks of all this...delcious...company he'll have the pleasure of experiencing it with.
Hux sits alone, reading in a quiet parlor. The general's lovely hands stroke his beloved ginger cat, Millicent, as he plays out chess games within his powerful mind. His lovely green eyes flick towards you as he hears your footsteps, and he smiles wickedly. You're the only distraction he allows here, afterall...and what an enjoyable one you are.
Thank you for joining the party, my loves. Who else do you see? What does the evening have in store for us? Have you brought something interesting? Oh, do tell. *wink*
Welcome and happy holidays! 💃 🎄
Peb 💜
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The black year (a snippet)
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Three hundred and sixty five days. Three hundred and sixty five bodies. Three hundred and sixty five graves. 
“The black year” ended five days ago, we hoped, having witnessed no new grief. They do say there’s a calm before the storm, but we’ve already drowned. Everyone walks grimy, shaky, frantic. We’re like beaten and starved alley cats, though we live in boarded homes. To think we brought refugees in, thinking the safe and warm star would shine for us when it’s died for others. If we survive and bring back the green, kids will be playing in a graveyard. If people ever forget the earth will remember. 
“The reapers” are unseen. We’ve had to bury everyone who caught even a glimpse of them. 
I keep saying “we” even though I’ve left them. They barely speak of me. Why mention a coward? So many killings and tears and survivors and I jumped off a roof. Some stupid, hopeful part of me thought I could find something on the other side and help the people home. I thought I was being brave, going where the reapers may reside. 
I haven’t met anyone. You’d think it would be crowded here. 
I see them all differently now. I think I’d keep watching over them even if they hated me. I don’t think they do now. Some are even jealous. I think some miss me. 
They’re such fighters. They don’t think they are, they think they’re still alive by chance only, but I see it. They don’t want to die, they want to see better days, even when it feels the world’s got nothing kind left to give. 
I talk to myself a lot. Used to, before, as well. I always tried to make my words, even thoughts, sound nice. I believe it matters how we speak. Stories are all that’s left of many people. 
People always told me I couldn’t make my life a story. I should’ve listened. This story isn’t nice. 
I’m not of flesh anymore. Perhaps I’m closer to the heavens and the wind. Maybe they’ll hear me. I want to talk about the people at home. 
Abigail. She’s the golden girl, the achiever, the one everyone has a crush on, and the one who gets beaten at home. Beneath the bright silky locks and the ribbon around her neck there are prints of a hand. 
Constance. She grew up in a brothel then turned to religion. She makes the best cherry pie. She doesn’t live in the brothel anymore, but she still goes there to help the girls. She doesn’t stay for long. Her thoroughly covered skin still aches and remembers and her chest feels too tight in that house. 
Cody. He’s one of the refugees. He’s the sweetest little thing. Always looks sad. Has the biggest eyes and his very rare smile is tiny and guilty. He really likes apricots. He’s always in that dirty blue sweater. 
Winston. A big, dark man. Gruff. Drinks, sells guns. He lost his wife and little girl, his only child, to the reapers. His hair is long and tangled and his empty eyes used to be the most beautiful thing his wife had ever seen. The smile lines on his face mock him. 
Benny and Teddy. The ginger twins, jokers and secret geniuses. Their granny is terrifying. Her daughter birthed the boys when she was still very young and the father of the boys was never of much help. Granny chased him off. When her daughter died she took the boys in and wouldn’t let the wind touch them. 
Curt. A rich daddy’s boy. He acts like a jerk, but he lost his little sister and his mother hasn’t spoken since. I think something happened to him when he was younger. You don’t come out of summer camp flinching.
Darcy. I saw her once and I fell in love. She has really short bangs, the left half of her hair is shorter than the right. Big brown eyes and thin lips. She hates crowds and loves animals. Her dad’s a preacher. He drinks and talks to his dead wife every night. 
Lila. She’s my sister. She’s so beautiful and smart. Her hair and eyes can’t decide if they’re brown or red or violet. She paints really well. I regret what I did mostly because of her. Our parents have been gone since we were kids. I hate that she’s alone now. 
I could talk about them forever, but I’m getting tired. Do ghosts even get tired? Am I a ghost? Oh well…
There used to be so much glass. Even on people’s clothes. We’d all obsessively look at reflective things around us, hoping to see the danger coming. Glass, wood, mud. Like a mirror thrown onto a field. 
We soon found out reapers are ignored by mirrors. We’d clean the bloodied glass and the next person would wear it. I guess we hoped. 
We got worn out after a while. The glass got heavy, the blood was mocking us. 
The mirrors don’t see me either. I started thinking reapers were like me and they went crazy. I almost sympathized, I thought I’d feel less lonely. 
to be continued…
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chaoticpuff17 · 3 years
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Sunshine
ADG Hobi
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Alright my darlings! Here is the first of the ADG one shots for the rest of the boys. I have decided to make the other boy’s mc’s named, because the main mc is Namjoon’s mc, and it’s a little confusing if I try to make them all reader. So Joon’s mc will remain Y/N, and the other boys’ girls get names! thanks so much for reading! I’ll be getting right back to SW and SWGD after this!--- chaotic puff. 
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Iyla had been worried enough when her sister had gone running off to Korea to get involved in something that wasn’t her business to begin with, but she was even more nervous now that
Jackson had gone running after her. He’d handed over Y/N’s cat Chester, and promised he’d have both himself and Y/N home in no time.
That had been weeks ago. Jackson still wasn’t back, and neither of them had heard from Y/N in all that time. She wasn’t stupid. She knew something had happened, and that it probably wasn’t good, but Jackson had asked her to trust him with this, and he had more experience with this than she did. Y/N always did her best to keep Iyla separate from Marcus and the sordid details of their life together. It was a constant source of guilt for her that her sister had put herself through that just to keep them both alive. Y/N was the strongest person she knew. She’d gone through hell to keep them afloat.
The radio silence was killing her. Jackson called every now and again to keep her informed of how he was doing and that he was looking for Y/N, but it was like she had vanished off the face of the earth. She was just gone.
Ever the big brother, Jackson had assured her that he wouldn’t stop looking, and that he would bring Y/N home, but she wasn’t so sure anymore. Too much time had passed. She was beginning to lose hope that she would ever see her sister again.  That suspicion was only confirmed when Jackson called spewing apologies on how he wasn’t able to get Y/N out of whatever mess she was in. Jackson wouldn’t tell her everything, but she knew that Y/N was in the hands of some sort of mafia god who wouldn’t let her go.
As much as Iyla argued to be allowed to join them over there, Jackson had forbidden her from going anywhere.
“Why not?” She asked pacing around the apartment as she scowled at the phone as though Jackson could see her.
“Because it’s dangerous, and your sister would murder me if anything happened to you. I already have one of you crazy girls over here. I don’t need to be worried about you too.” He scolded.
“I could help.”
“And how exactly are you planning to do that?” He scoffed, and she could practically see the look of disapproval on his face. “It’s better for everyone if you just stay put.” He promised his tone much softer now as he pleaded with her.
Jackson had known the sisters long enough to know that both of them were incredibly stubborn. He didn’t think he could handle the stress of having them both in Korea causing problems. Y/N was already causing headaches with RM. Jackson didn’t even want to think of what trouble Iyla could get into. She was by far the more reckless of the two.  
“I just want to know she’s safe.” Iyla whispered running a frustrated hand through her messy hair. “I haven’t heard from her in months. You won’t tell me anything concrete. I’m going crazy over here, Jacks.”
“I know. Trust me. I know, Iya, but there’s not anything you can do right now.”
“I hate this!” She groaned flopping down on the sofa and disturbing the fat cat that had been happily curled up there. Chester got up and glared at her with a disgruntled brrrr before hopping off the sofa to go find a more peaceful place to sleep.
“I know, but I need you there. I need you safe. Y/N would kill me if I let anything happen to you.”
“Yeah, well I’m going to kill you if anything happens to her.”
He chuckled both fondly and exasperatedly. “I expect nothing less from you, baby bear.”
She rolled her eyes with a groan at the nickname. “How come Y/N gets to be little bear, but I have to be baby bear? I’m not a baby, Jackson. I’m a grown ass woman.”
“Nah. You’re the baby of the family.”
“I hate you.” She grumbled though they both knew it wasn’t true. Jackson was one of the family.
“Of course you do.” She smiled slightly, but it was a melancholy sort of smile. She missed her family. She wanted them both safe and sound home with her. “Promise me you’re going to stay put?”
“I promise.” She answered reluctantly. They both knew it was a promise she would break at the first sign of trouble, and Jackson was seriously debating sending someone to keep an eye on her. Y/N stirred up trouble, yes, but she was also smart about it. Iyla was more of a wrecking ball when it came to trouble.
“I don’t believe that for a second, you little demon. I promise I’ll let you know as soon as I have news.”
“If I don’t hear from you at least once a week I’m coming over there.”
“Once every two weeks, and you stay put no matter what.”
“Once every day.”
“Well that’s just ridiculous.”  He argued smiling fondly on the other side of the phone.
She sighed again. “I don’t like feeling useless. I need you to keep me updating or I’m going to come over there, and we both know you don’t want that.”
“Iya. I need you safe.”
“I need the both of you to be safe.”
“Jacks…”
“No, Iya. I need you to promise me that no matter what happens you will stay put. I don’t care if it’s been two weeks or two years. You stay put. Stay safe.” She didn’t like that tone. It was the stern big brother tone that Jackson so very rarely used, and it meant he meant business.
“Fine.” She agreed even if it was reluctantly. “Stay safe.”
“You too, baby bear.”
It was after she stopped hearing from Jackson completely that she packed herself and Chester up, much to the chubby feline’s displeasure, and booked them both tickets on the next flight out to Korea. One week of silence had her antsy. Two had her worried. A month? That had her tearing her hair out. And then another month had passed, and then another until she couldn’t take it anymore. It had been four months with no contact from him, no news of any kind. She had given him fair warning that she would go to Korea if she didn’t hear from him, and she’d kept her promise to the best of her ability, but four months was too much.
It was only when she’d landed in Korea with a cat carrier in one hand and a suitcase in the other that she realized that she didn’t have a clue where to start when it came to finding either of them. Jackson wasn’t answering his phone, and none of the emergency numbers he had given her were working either.
Having no more phone numbers to try, there was the random address that Jackson had sent her once upon a time. It had taken her ages to sift through old messages to find it, but she’d done it. She’d expected an apartment, but the cab left her at a mansion that looked fairly abandoned which did not bode well for her, but she pushed open the gate and went in anyway. She was exhausted and an abandoned house was better than no house at all.
The door was unlocked much to her relief, but what was not expected was the shriveled old man that seemed to appear out of nowhere once she entered the house.
“Oh god!” She jumped placing a hand over her heart as she waited for the shock to dissipate. “I’m so sorry! The door was unlocked, and I just came in.”
The man bowed shocking her even further. “Miss Wang.” He greeted rising again.
“Miss… Wang?” She asked surprised by the name. “I’m sorry. I’m not a Wang. But I’m looking for Jackson.” She offered smiling a little awkwardly as she set down the cat carrier.
“You are Master Jackson’s sister.” He told her bowing slightly again. “Master Jackson spoke very fondly of you and Miss Y/N.”
“Is Jackson here?” She asked looking around the foyer.
The old man’s congenial expression fell, a more sorrowful look taking over his features. “I’m sorry, miss. Master Jackson has passed away.”
Her world stopped. “What?”
“Master Jackson and the rest of the young masters were killed at the New Year’s Gala.” He announced bowing in apology. “I’m sorry for you loss, miss.”
“New Year’s?” She asked tears filling up her eyes as the news sunk in. She should have come sooner. She should have forced him to let her come. Why had she waited so long to come? She should have come as soon as she’d stopped hearing from him, but there was that stupid promise. Why had she made that promise?
“I’m sorry, miss.”
“How did he…?”
The old man took her arm, and gently pulled her further into the house. “Let me make you a cup of tea, miss. You don’t look well.”
She nodded dumbly allowing him to lead her to the large kitchen. He sat her down at a little breakfast nook tucked into one corner and went about making them both a cup of tea while she stewed in her thoughts.
“Here, miss. Ginger and lemon. It will help.”
She nodded taking the cup and letting the warm seep into her bones. “What happened?” She asked once she was well into her second cup of tea. This man who had introduced himself as the butler, Kim In Ho, was magical. She was convinced of it. He had produced tea and cookies and had a generally grandfatherly aura about him.
“Master Jackson was trying to help the other young miss. He was deeply troubled by her wedding.”
“Wedding?” Jackson had never mentioned anything about a wedding.
He nodded. “The young miss was married to RM, a colleague of Master Jaebum. My understanding is that it was not the young miss’ choice.”
“Is she okay?” She asked trying to ignore the weight pressing down on her heart.
“I don’t know, miss. Your sister disappeared after the New Year’s gala along with Master Mark. It has caused quite a stir. RM disbanded GOT7 and the other six young masters were killed at the gala in retaliation for her departure.” He explained the sorrowful look entering his eyes again.
“He died trying to protect her?” She asked voice cracking a she held back a sob.
“It was an honorable death, miss.” He reached out a hand placing it over hers comfortingly. “It is a noble thing to die protecting those you love, and Master Jackson loved you and your sister greatly. As far as I am aware, your sister is safe. Master Mark would not let anything happen to her, and RM has not found them yet.”
A wave of relief swept through her. At the very least she knew that Y/N was safely out of the hands of the megalomaniac that had kept her captive all those months, but the relief was quickly outweighed by the grief of knowing that Jackson was dead. Her big brother was dead. Jackson had come into their lives late, but he had taken care of them in a way no one else ever had. It had always been her and Y/N against the world, and then Jackson came along as the goofy older brother who would beat up anyone who messed with them. He’d become such an important part of their lives that it was hard to think that he was gone forever, and she hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye.
She could remember the first time that she’d met him. Y/N had brought him home, the both of them roughed up and exhausted but almost giddy with happiness. The bust had just happened, and Y/N was finally free of Marcus. Jackson had brought her home, back to the little apartment that she’d stashed Iyla away in and introduced Jackson as her savior, the man on the other side of the emergency number that Y/N had given her a few months before when she’d first alluded to the fact that something bigger was going on.
Jackson had helped them relocate, getting them far away from all the bad memories and the remnants of the gang that they’d just caused to implode. He’d even gone with them. He was like a giant puppy, happy and helpful. He helped them paint, put in their security system, and he’d been the instigator of their Friday movie nights. He’d very quickly become an integral part of their lives, the missing piece they’d never known they needed. And for a while, they’d been a happy little family. Jackson was their protective older brother, their big bear. And they were his little bear and baby bear.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Jackson was supposed to go and bring Y/N back. It was supposed to take a couple of days tops, but months had gone by and neither of them had come home. Now Jackson was dead, but at least Y/N was still alive, at least she was safe.
“What’s GOT7?” She asked looking up from her cup when she felt like she could breathe again.
“GOT7 was one of the most powerful groups in the country, but no more.” He informed her solemnly. “I suppose what is left of the business belongs to you, Miss Y/N, and Master Mark now.”
“It’s a gang?” The words came out carefully, hesitantly. “I thought Jackson left the gangs behind when he moved to the states.”
“Master Jackson was inactive, but he was still a member of GOT7.” He explained gently. “He preferred to be in America with you and Miss Y/N. He claimed you as family to the rest of the young masters. He wanted to protect you both.”
“Well that worked out well.” She scoffed bitterly, glaring down into her tea.
“I am sorry for your loss, miss.”
She sighed deflating a little as she looked back up at him. “What am I supposed to do now?”
“You will stay here miss. The house is yours. The staff may have gone along with the majority of the men, but those who are left are at your disposal.”
“Okay.” She sighed suddenly more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.
“I’ll prepare a room for you, miss. Please stay. Finish your tea.”
She nodded and threw him a weak smile as he rose from his seat.
The next few couple of weeks were a bit of a blur. She explored the house, settled into her new room, and she grieved. She grieved for Jackson, for her sister, for the men who had lost their lives in the attempt to free her sister. She had memorized their faces. One of the parlors held pictures, pictures of their smiling faces, and they were all dead now save for Mark. She had never been religious, neither had Y/N, but she found herself going to the local church and lighting candles for them all and saying prayers for the safety of Mark and her sister wherever they may be.
In Ho, who she had taken to calling Pops as he reminded her so much of a grandfather allowed her, rather reluctantly, to help him around the house. He didn’t think it was the job of a lady to do the housework, but she was going stir crazy, and the house was too large for him to take care of all on his own. He used it as a time to help her learn Korean as well. She wasn’t good at it, but she was learning.
“Hey, Pops!” She called out sifting through come pictures she had found tucked into one of the books in the parlor. “I found some more pictures!”
Anytime she found something new in the house she brought it to Pops to look over. The man seemed to know everything. From what she had learned, he had served in this house his whole life. He’d taken care of Jaebum, his father, and his grandfather. He was an endless source of knowledge about the house and its previous inhabitants.
“Is this you?” She asked walking into the office only to find that it was not Pops that was moving about in the room. “Who are you?” She demanded taking a step back from the door as she stared down the man who had been digging around in Jaebum’s desk.
The two stared at each other. Her stare was hostile and cautious. Strangers in the house weren’t a good thing, not when most of the house’s inhabitants had been brutally murdered. His stare was open, curious. He hadn’t been expecting anyone to be in the house except for the old man who had stayed to take care of the place after everyone else had left.
She couldn’t help but notice that the stranger was handsome. His features were elegant and sharp offset by a shock of red hair. He was tall and lithe and a little bit dangerous. Why was everyone here so pretty? All of the boys in the pictures were pretty, and now this man was here, and he was pretty too.
“Who are you?” She asked again crossing her arms under her chest.
Hobi couldn’t help but stare at her. She looked so much like Y/N. She was younger, and there was something softer about her features, but there was that same fire in her eyes. They were the exact same eyes that Y/N had. If he hadn’t known better, he would have mistaken her for the missing Mrs. Kim.
“I should be asking you that.” He drawled his gaze sweeping over her again.
She looked comfortable as though she’d been there a while, but Hoseok had never seen her before. And yet she was there, hair pulled up in a messy ponytail, her feet bare against the hard wood, and dressed comfortably in a white camisole, a white cardigan, and a pair of jeans. She looked as though she belonged there, as if this was her home, but that couldn’t be right. No one was left to live in the house. No one had lived there other than the old man since New Year’s.
“This is my house.” She snapped back tilting her head to one side.
“No. I don’t think it is.” He responded tilting his head, mirroring her.
“And how would you know?” She scoffed uncrossing her arms and taking a step forward. “It’s not your house, and that’s not your desk.” She stared pointedly at the papers he had pulled out and splayed against across the formerly pristine surface.
“And how would you know, pretty girl?” He asked deciding to flirt. Why not? There was a pretty girl right there, and he wanted information. You catch more flies with honey, so they say. “I’ve never seen you before.” She stared at him unimpressed and unmoved by the charming smiling he had flashed her.
“Yeah. I got that. But that still doesn’t tell me who you are, or what you’re doing in my house.”
He smiled again, though this one was a little more sharp, a little more predatory. “You won’t tell me your name?”
“Only if you tell me yours.”
He laughed lightly in amusement. This poor girl had no idea who she was dealing with, but at the same time she didn’t seem to care. “Hoseok.” He introduced himself.
“Iyla.”
“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”
“You got any lines from this century?” She asked shifting her weight to her other foot. “Flirting isn’t going to get you anywhere, so let’s get straight to the point. What are you doing here?”
“And why should I tell you that?” He asked grinning like the Cheshire cat.
“Because if you don’t tell me I’ll scream?” She offered making her eyes all wide and innocent even if she was anything but.
He scoffed shaking his head slightly. “You really aren’t afraid are you?”
“You’re not so scary.” A lie. It was very scary to have a stranger in the house. It was only her house because everyone else was either dead or on the run, and that did not bode well for her, but she wasn’t going to let him know that.
“No?” He asked moving around the desk so that he was closer to her, but she held her ground tilting her chin up defiantly. “You sure?”
“What kind of a question is that?” She asked uncrossing her arms to rest her hands on each hip.
“I think it’s a very relevant question.”
She took a step back as he took a step forward eying him cautiously. “Are you gonna hurt me?”
Hoseok paused at the blunt question. It was a real fear. There was a strange man in her home, and yet she was staring him down as if nothing was wrong at all. What a strange girl.
“Not at the moment.” An honest question deserved an honest answer.
“Maybe later then?” She asked arching an eyebrow.
“That depends.”
“On?”
“You.” He shrugged. She waited for him to continue. “Why don’t you tell me who you are?”
“I already did.” She shot back taking another slight step back.
“Not really. You told me your name, not who you are.”  
“Well that’s a little personal, and we don’t really know each other.” She responded breezily while taking another miniscule step back. She was ready to bolt at the first sign of trouble. “Does pops know you’re here?”
“Pops?”
“The butler.” She deadpanned tilting her head back in the direction of the hall.
He hummed in acknowledgement. “The old man? He knows. He didn’t tell me about you though.”
They were interrupted by a grumpy mrow turning both of their attentions to the orange fur ball that had come strutting into the room as though they had personally offended him.
“Chester.” She scolded picking up the cat who meowed in protest but allowed her to hold him anyway. “What are you doing in here?” Hoseok eyed the cat, bemused. She was more concerned about a cat than she was about him, the strange man in her house. “Where have you been all day?” She continued to scold the cat. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, silly kitty.” He meowed again making himself comfortable in her arms as he shot Hoseok the stink eye.
“You should go.” She informed him. “You’re upsetting Chester.”
“The cat.” The words came out slowly as he blinked at her owlishly.
“Yes. The cat.” She responded looking at him as though he were stupid. Was there not a cat clearly in her arms? Was he blind? “So, you gonna go or nah?”
He took a step closer only for the cat to hiss at him. Her response was to coo over the creature as though Hoseok had threatened its life instead of the orange tub of lard hissing at him unprovoked. He really couldn’t get over how much she looked like Y/N though. It was almost uncanny.
“No.”
“You should really go.” She told him as she let the cat slip from her hold. He sniffed before hissing once more at Hoseok before bolting out of the room.
“And why is that?” He asked leaning back against the desk casually.
“Because I don’t think you live here, and I don’t think you were a friend to anyone in this house.”
He laughed at that, actually laughed. He adored her spunk. “And why is that, pretty girl?”
“Because there are albums upon albums of pictures in this house, and Pops knows every single person in them and has spoken about every one important to this house. He has never mentioned you, and you’re not in a single photograph.”
“You’re hurting my feelings, pretty girl.” He taunted his grin almost feral now.
“Leave.”
“You gonna make me, pretty girl?”
“Don’t call me that.” She shot him a cold glare, her tone flat and no nonsense. “I don’t do pet names, and I have a nagging feeling you are part of the reason I no longer have a brother.”
That sparked his interest. He had been trying to place her, and there had been a nagging feeling, a gut instinct, telling him that her resemblance to Y/N couldn’t be coincidence.
“Jackson’s sister?”
“Lucky guess.”
“Iyla, Iyla, Iyla.” He mused pushing off the desk and walking towards her stopping just as he entered the bubble of her personal space. “Iyla Wang or Iyla L/N?” Her stiffening was all the answer he needed. This was going to be fun.
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To say that she had gone peacefully would have been a lie. He’d had to carry her out of the house, bare feet and all. He’d thrown her in the back of the car making sure the child locks were on so that she didn’t so something stupid. He wouldn’t put it past her to jump out of a moving car. He needed her alive and relatively uninjured so that she could be presented to Namjoon.
A sister. None of them had known that Y/N had a sister. Taehyung was going to kick himself over missing that bit of information. Namjoon was going to be furious. This was huge, and somehow they had all missed it, but after no news of Y/N in months, this was going to be a welcome surprise. Namjoon was nothing if not a family man, and having a sister to hold over Y/N’s head was an added bonus.
Arriving at the estate, he’d had to drag her out of the car. She was a stubborn little thing and had done everything in her power to remain inside the vehicle, but she was no match for him. He pulled her through the house until they reached Namjoon’s study, leaving a trail of confused servants behind them. Screaming women were not normal as of late. That had been Y/N’s department.
Iyla was terrified. Pops was unable to do anything as the strange man had dragged her from the house. She had been unable to fight him off either. He was much taller than her, and his fighting skills were far better than hers. Jackson had taught her self-defense, but she was no match for this man, not when he was prepared for her.
He dragged her to a room where a man was waiting surrounded by an imposing aura. He was seated behind the desk watched her with cold, sharp eyes seemingly unbothered by the fact that she had been dragged before him kicking and screaming. There was something tired and angry about him, and she could only assume this was the husband she had so recently learned about. He was shockingly handsome. Why were they all so handsome? Villains weren’t supposed to be handsome.
“Hoseok.” The man behind the desk spoke addressing the bastard that had dragged her here, but his eyes were fixed on her. She didn’t like those eyes. They were cold and calculating. Everything about him screamed danger. “What do we have here?”
“I brought a gift for you.” The man announced cheerily smiling as he pushed her forward. The minute he let her go though she whirled around landing a firm hit on his jaw. “Aish.” He cursed wiping blood off his lip as he glared at her though he had to admit that he was impressed by the strength behind the punch.
She didn’t get another hit in though as he held her back even as she fought against him spewing curses as he maneuvered her so that she was pressed against his chest her arms crushed between them.
“And who is this?” The other man asked leaning back leisurely in his chair.
“This is Iyla L/N. Your wife’s sister.” He chuckled looking down at her in fond amusement.
That caught the man’s attention. He straightened up eyes lit up with curiosity. “A sister? Y/N doesn’t have any family.”
“Apparently she does.”
The man stood up coming around the desk to examine her as she struggled in Hoseok’s arms.
He lifted her chin forcing her to meet his eyes. He was silent for a long moment as he scanned her features before a smile took over his features showing off a shocking pair of dimples. “You look like your sister.” He announced releasing her chin. “Act like her to. The first time I met her she came kicking and screaming as well.” He chuckled as though it was a fond memory even though he was describing the kidnapping of woman.
He turned back to face her current least favorite person. “How did you find her?”
“I went to the house to pick up those files for you, and found her there. She’s been looking for her sister.”  
Namjoon’s attention returned to her humming in understanding. “You can let her go, Hoseok. Take a seat, Iyla.”
She stood still for a moment her jaw clenched before she marched forward and socked him in the jaw as well. “That’s for Jackson, you sick son of a bitch.” She hissed as the other man, Hoseok, pulled her away again.
“You okay there, Joon?” He asked.
“Well, she’s certainly Y/N’s sister.” He chuckled rubbing his jaw. “And she certainly packs a punch.”
“Curtesy of Jackson.” She spat glaring at him. She watched as distaste took over his features before it was replaced by a cold smile. “Let me go, and I’ll give you another one on behalf of my sister.”
“If I had known that Y/N had a sister, I would have brought you here myself. It’s a shame you missed the wedding. We would have loved to have you there.”
“It’s a shame my sister is married to a dick like you.” She could feel the vibrations of a suppressed laugh against her back. At least the bastard thought she was funny.
“Isn’t she cute?” Hoseok cooed ginning over Iyla’s head.
“Adorable.” He replied dryly though he had to admit that she amused him as well. She reminded him so much of her sister.
“Can we keep her?”  
“I don’t see why not. She’s family after all.” She didn’t like that grin. It was too sharp, too predatory. “I’m sorry to say your sister isn’t here at the moment, but I’m hoping to have her home soon enough.”
“I hope you never find her.” She said her smile sharp and cold just as his was.
“Hobi, I have business to attend to. Would you mind keeping an eye on my sister-in-law? You can put her in Y/N’s old room for now.”
“You got it, Joon.” The other man answered.
“Iyla, it’s been a pleasure. We’ll talk again soon. Please make yourself comfortable in my home.” He smiled at her again before motioning for Hoseok to take her away, and she did not go easily.
As soon as Hoseok started moving she started kicking landing a good few hits on his shins before he got fed up and simply threw her over his shoulder.
“Would you calm down?” He snapped striding down the hall in the direction of what she assumed was her new room.
“I demand a lawyer!”
He barked out a short laugh at that. “And what is a lawyer going to do for you, pretty girl?”
“I have rights!” She argued hitting his back in an effort to make him drop her. “You can’t keep me here.”
“Boss says you stay. You stay.” He answer jostling her on his shoulder just for the fun of it. He had to admit she was amusing. He wasn’t the biggest fan of her sister, but their family certainly bred some interesting women. “Besides it would be rude to turn his sister-in-law out on the streets.”
“I am not his sister-in-law.”
“Sorry, pretty girl, but you are.” He smirked though she couldn’t see it.
“Fuck you.” She snapped only for him to pinch her thigh harshly.
“That’s not very ladylike language.” He scolded setting her down in the middle of a luxurious room.  
“Well, I’m not a lady.” She huffed crossing her arms under her chest.
He rolled his eyes crossing his arms as well as he stared her down. “You gonna make a break for it?” He asked arching one eyebrow curiously.
“I might.”
“I don’t suggest it.”
“And why should I listen to you?” She asked tilting her head to one side. He shot her an unamused look. “Right. Big scary mafia man. You gonna shoot me?”
“Not unless the boss orders it.”
“Can I have my clothes at least?” She asked glaring at him. “And my cat?”
“Your… cat?” He asked looking at her as though she had lost her mind.
“Yeah. Fat, orange thing that hissed at you. Will probably scratch your face off.”
“You want me to bring you a cat?” He asked trying to suppress a laugh but failing revealing a sweet heart shaped smile.
“Well, I couldn’t just leave him at home! You have my sister, and Jackson wasn’t there to watch him, and he hates everyone else. Well, he hates Jackson too, but not as much as everyone else. He hates everybody really. And the boarding place won’t take him, and the neighbor thinks he’s demon possessed.” She explained her words coming out rapidly in what Jackson had affectionately termed as psycho babbling. “So what was I supposed to do? And I can’t leave him alone at the house, because he doesn’t like Pops much either.” She finished with a huff waiting for an answer from the bemused man.
He hadn’t gotten even half of what she had said given the speed of her English and the sharp frustrated tone, but he could understand enough from her facial expressions and the snippets he did get. She was such a cute little thing standing there glaring at him, completely unafraid despite the situation she was in.
Didn’t she realize the danger she had just waltzed herself into? She had come here not knowing the language and right off the bat gotten herself handed over to the biggest mob boss in the country, and she still didn’t have the good sense to be afraid. Instead she was making demands.
“My cat?” She prompted tapping her foot impatiently.
“I’ll see what I can do.” He shot her a bright smiling chuckling to himself as he left locking the door behind him. He wasn’t stupid enough to leave her unattended in the estate. If she was anything like her sister, and she seemed to be, leaving her alone would spell trouble for everyone. This sister didn’t seem to have the good sense that the other one did to at least be polite to the people with the power. Instead she marched straight in and punched not one but two members of the Korean mob.
He quickly found someone to go collect the cat in question that was just as difficult as the girl in question, as well as her clothes. He’d brought her the little orange demon only for it to immediately swipe at her when she released it, hiss at him, and then run to hide under the bed. And all he could do was sit there and watch as she sprawled out on the floor and tried to get the creature to come out.
That was the position he’d left her in as he’d gone to see Joon about what to do with her. They didn’t have a plan for relatives of Y/N’s. She had said she didn’t have any, and there was nothing in the file that Joon had received on her to suggest that there was a sister.
“So?” He asked taking a seat across from his friend and boss.
The other man looked up from what was presumably the girl’s passport. “Her sister. Her little sister.” He scoffed tossing the document onto the desk carelessly. “How did I not know she had a sister?”
“What do you want to do with her?”
“I’ll keep her here, unless you have a better idea.” He groaned leaning back in his chair. “I don’t have time for this. I have a business to run and a wayward wife to find.”
“I could keep an eye on her.” Hoseok offered not sure what had prompted him to do so. He hated babysitting duty.  
“What?” Namjoon asked looking at him in surprise. “You never volunteer for things like this.” A slow knowing smile spread across his features as he watched his friend. “You like her.”
“She’s got spunk.” He shrugged noncommittally. “And someone has to keep an eye on her.”
“JK could keep an eye on her.”
“She’d eat him alive. She’s not nearly as polite as the other one.”
Namjoon huffed out a laugh rubbing his jaw again. There was a red mark there from where she’d gotten him. “That she is not. You sure you want to do this?”
“She needs a firmer hand.”
“Like your hand?”
Hobi shrugged a slow grin spreading over his features. “Why not? Spoils of war.” He couldn’t deny that he wanted her. He finally understood what Namjoon felt for Y/N. She was a challenge, a beautiful little challenge, and he wanted so much to break her.
“She’s all yours then.” Namjoon responded with a sly grin of his own. “You’re going to need to put some extra security measures and precautions on your place before you take her home.”
“She can stay here till it’s ready?”
“Of course. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t give my sister a place to stay?” He shrugged. “You’re sure about this?”  
“What’s the worst that could happen?”
Hoseok would live to regret those words. He very quickly found out that Iyla was a tiny devil. She did everything in her power to make his life difficult. She cursed at him, constantly tried to escape the confines of her room when she wasn’t supposed to, and had on more than one occasion tried to attack him. She was a constant source of stress, but he couldn’t find it in himself to actually be angry with her. Her foolish attempts of escape were cute.
He and Joon had eventually decided the wisest course of action was just to keep her locked away in her room after her fist few days. That way she couldn’t terrorize the staff. It also kept the demon cat away from Moni. The fluff ball and the fur ball just did not get along. Moni wanted to be friends, and Chester, as he had learned Satan’s spawn was called after numerous scoldings from Iyla, wanted nothing to do with the dog.
There wasn’t a day that went by that Hoseok didn’t consider drowning the creature, but Iyla was fiercely protective of the little demon. For some odd reason, she loved the grouchy animal, and the cat seemed to like her well enough, at least more than he liked anyone else. He’d often find the two curled up on the couch reading a book to pass the time.  He couldn’t count the number of times the cat had scratched him when he’d gotten to close, and Iyla seemed to find a constant source of amusement in it, little brat that she was.
He didn’t even mind that she was pulling him away from his work. She was far more interesting than work, and she kept him on his toes especially when she was bored, and she was bored often. Hoseok was finally able to see what had attracted Namjoon to Y/N. Yes, she was good for Namjoon, but she was more trouble than she was worth more often than not. Iyla was certainly more trouble than she was worth, but she was at least an interesting source of trouble, and she hated him. She hated all of them to some extent. Jungkook had been buzzing with excitement at the prospect of meeting his noona’s sister only to be on the receiving end of her sharp tongue and cold glare. A few weeks at the estate had not mellowed her at all, but she’d warmed to Jungkook soon enough much to everyone’s relief. It was a good thing the kid was so persistent, he was also the closest in age to her. It helped that he had happy stories of her sister to share and was known for sneaking her out to the garden when she was supposed to be in her room.
Jin was her favorite though. She’d met the good doctor after one of her escape attempts had led to an asthma attack that neither Namjoon nor Hoseok had known how to deal with. Both men, usually so cool in a crisis had been running around like chickens with their heads cut off terrified that something was wrong and that she was dying.
Jin had arrived not five minutes later with an inhaler in hand and completely calm. He’d checked her over, asked if she thought she needed a nebulizer treatment, and scolded the other two for being so ill prepared. How could neither of them have looked into her medical records? The thought hadn’t occurred to Hobi, and Namjoon had been too preoccupied following a lead on Y/N to do his normal level of research. A game of narts later, and she and Jin were fast friends.
She had not however warmed up to Hoseok.
“Iyla.” He called out trailing after the girl as she wandered the garden. She’d had too much pent up energy, and he’d decided to allow her into the garden for an hour. She had to be strictly monitored though out the excursion though. She tended to cause mischief when she wasn’t watched.
“What?” She asked turning around and rolling her eyes at him. “Am I moving too quickly? Breathing too loud?”
He glared at her in warning. He might enjoy her sass on the occasion, but her disrespect was losing its charm. “You’re moving today.” He informed her a slight smile flickering across his face.
He’d finally gotten everything set up to keep her at his own home. New locks. Security cameras, compliments of Taehyung, and a generally more female friendly layout. It had been a decided bachelor pad, and Yoongi and Jin, who had both over the course of the past year brought home their own wives, had reminded him that it needed to be a pace that they could both be comfortable in. Or it at least had to be if he wanted her not to fight him every step of the way. She probably still would, but it had been a good thought.
Yoongi had even let his wife go with Hoseok to pick things for Iyla. The woman was well acquainted with how the mafia world worked and knew better than to pull anything in Hoseok’s company. Even if she did, Yoongi would have make sure she’d never make that mistake again, and she’d admittedly been helpful. She’d filled the house with little feminine touches that made it seem lived in despite the fact that the security measures made it inescapable.
“I’m doing what?” She asked, more like demanded really, as she stared him down.
“You’re moving.” He repeated amused by the puzzled and disgruntled look on her face.
“To where?”
“My home.”
She stared waiting for him to explain himself further, but he didn’t. “Why am I going to your home?”
“Because you’re my woman.” He shrugged leaning forward with a cheshire grin. “You should live in my home.”
She scoffed backing up a little. “I’m nothing of the sort. Who even calls it that? What are you a caveman?”
“You don’t get a say, sunshine.”
He’d long since moved on from pretty girl. It didn’t suit her well enough. She was more than just a pretty face. She was a spitfire. She was smart, and on the rare occasion that she smiled at him, she lit up the entire room, like his own personal sun.
“I’m not going.”
“It’s not your choice.” He reminded her hand flashing out to grab her wrist as she moved to run. He’d learned to read her body language over the past few weeks. She was both a runner and a fighter. It depended on the situation. If she could evade him, she would, and since more often than not she couldn’t, she’d fight him instead. She’d even landed a few solid hits on him when he’d been unprepared for her at the beginning of her stay at the estate. “None of that, sunshine.” He fretted pulling her closer so that she had less chance of escape. “You gonna make this hard for me?” He asked pouting at her.
“Only if you force me.”  
“Tough luck.” He sighed in fake sympathy. “Namjoon needs your room, and I have the house all ready for you. Don’t you want to come home with me?”
“No. Why does Namjoon need my room?”
Hoseok’s grin brightened, excitement lighting up his features. “For the nursery.”
“What nursery?” She couldn’t help the feeling of unease that curled in her stomach at those words.
“Your sister’s coming home, and she’s been hiding a very naughty secret.”
“Y/N?” She asked eyes growing wide. “He found Y/N?” Her heart dropped into her stomach.
“She’ll be home within the next week. Two tops. He wants to have the nursery done before she gets here.” He shrugged carefully watching her expressions.
“She’s pregnant?”
“Due in a few weeks.” He confirmed. “You’re going to be an auntie.”  
“Oh god no.” She sunk down boneless to the ground as she cradled her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening.”
Hoseok knelt down next to her looking her over worriedly. He didn’t want her working herself up into a panic attack or an asthma attack. After actually getting her medical records, they found she’d had a string of bad luck when it came to her health. Asthma, frequent cases of bronchitis in her youth, one nasty bought of pneumonia only a year ago. Her lungs were weak. That was evident enough, and while her personality was fiery, her body was not quite as durable as her spirit.  
“Deep breaths, sunshine.” He coached though he was ready to dash back to the house for her inhaler if it came down to it. Jin had made sure that there were a few of the little devices on hand just in case.
She looked up at him with wide worried eyes grasping onto his arms desperately. “He’s not going to hurt her is he? He’s not going to hurt her or the baby?”
“No, sunshine.” He cooed gently. “She’ll be just fine, just like you will, but they need their own space. We do to. How else are we going to start our own family?”
“I don’t want a family with you!” She spat ripping herself away from him. “God can’t you see how fucked up this all is? You can’t do this! You can’t play with people’s lives like this!”
“Sunshine,” He warned growing tired of her shouting.
“Fuck you, and fuck this!”
His expression darkened as he pulled her back to him. “She’s his wife, just like you’re mine.”
“I’m not yours!” She shouted trying to shake him off again, but he held firm. “Are you sick in the head?”  
“Don’t you want to stay with your sister?” He asked tone flat and cruel. “I can take you away and lock you up. She never has to know you were here.”
“No!” She shouted eyes wide and desperate at the thought of never seeing her sister again.
“You’re mine, sunshine. Mine, just like Y/N is Namjoon’s. I don’t have to let you see her, and Namjoon doesn’t have to let her see you. It all depends on you, sunshine.”
“Please no!” She begged. “Please.”
“If you want to see your sister, you have to be a good girl. You can do that for me right?” He asked a dark grin twisting his features as he saw her cave. He could already tell that the two were going to be excellent bargaining chips against each other.
“Okay.” She whispered.
“That’s my sunshine.” He laughed pulling her into his arms ignoring the fact they were both sitting on the ground. “I’ll even bring Pops to the new house if that would make you happy.”
“Okay.”  
He pulled a ring out of his pocket slipping it onto her finger, and she stared down at the offending piece of jewelry as though it was going to bite her. But it wasn’t. It was just a ring, a beautiful emerald ring cut in the classic emerald style and set in a halo of little marquise shaped diamonds. It was what the ring represented though. She was trapped here, just like Y/N, and the freedom, the life, they’d both fought so hard for, was gone, just like that.
“Perfect.” He hummed smiling as he looked down at the ring on her finger. “Are you ready to go home, sunshine?”
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“You never know when you're gonna meet someone, And your whole wide world in a moment comes undone -- You're just walking around and suddenly Everything that you thought that you knew about love is gone... You find out it's all been wrong...
And all my scars don't seem to matter anymore 'Cause they led me here to you...”
~“Start of Something Good” by Daughtry
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Atticus Grimsley Lestrange @cursebreakerfarrier hadn’t gone to Hogsmeade village very much. The Ravenclaw Prefect had always been hyper-aware of how much his family legacy was placed squarely on his shoulders -- as the only son of the family not currently in Azkaban for the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom, Atticus was the one who could bring his family the esteem his father so thought they were entitled to. Atticus being Sorted into Ravenclaw alone had broken a precedent, so Wulfric Lestrange was all the more strict in his expectations for his only child.
This time, however, Atticus told himself, there wasn’t much choice in the matter. He had to have the oral report ready for Binns, and his partner had set their meeting place as the Three Broomsticks. That didn’t mean Atticus would ever tell his father any details about the assignment -- he could just imagine how very displeased Wulfric would be, knowing his son had to engage with a Muggle-born like Robert Bellamy.
Atticus brought an entire heavy stack of books from the library with him, all of which were recommendations from Madame Pince. To his surprise, the school librarian actually seemed oddly pleased that Atticus was working with Robert.
“He seems to be a very bright boy, and yet he seems determined to not show it,” she said, sounding almost petulant. “Filius has said Mr. Bellamy likes reading -- that his marks are quite high, even despite his obsession with Quidditch and his penchant for trouble. And yet the faculty’s said he frequently holds back during class demonstrations, and in the last five years, I have never seen him study in the library. I see his friends in here plenty, but Mr. Bellamy? He’ll practically sneak in, pick up his books, and then leave as quickly as possible. I almost wonder if he’s actively trying to avoid being seen here...”
She smiled indulgently at Atticus. “Perhaps you might be able to get that boy to actually take pride in something other than chucking Quaffles around.”
Atticus wasn’t entirely sure how in the world he’d ever do that, even if he wanted to. After all, Robert was Barty Gilbert’s best friend -- Atticus didn’t want anything to do with Barty, and Robert was deathly loyal to him. But even with this, he had to admit, something about Robert intrigued him. Madame Pince thought that Robert was determined not to show he was smart, and yet when Atticus challenged him, he launched into a whole history lecture on the Witch Trials that could’ve put Binns himself to shame. Robert had even taken out a bunch of Muggle books on the subject over the summer and read them before coming to school, so that he’d understand the material in depth. Still, Pince’s assessment made Atticus feel a bit better for having seen Robert as a dumb jock -- he never really had stood out much to Atticus before, except as Barty Gilbert’s sidekick. Yet Atticus couldn’t help but wonder...why would someone who was Sorted into Ravenclaw, and therefore valued wisdom, knowledge, and learning, actively try to downplay how talented he was? Perhaps it was the thought of a mystery Atticus could unravel, but he wanted to know why.
When Atticus arrived at the Three Broomsticks, the stack of books under his arms, he found Robert sitting at a table, two butterbeers placed in front of him and the seat across from him. Standing beside the table were his best friends, pretty, ginger-haired Cecelia and tall, auburn-haired Barty -- Cecelia was pulling lightly at Robert’s arm despite him sitting down, chatting animatedly to him, and Robert was grinning broadly.
“...now, Ceci!” he said. “I doubt Atticus Lestrange would be much the sort to want to talk homework while trying on robes at Gladrag’s. You and Barty go on ahead -- you lot’ll have more money to buy something cool anyhow..”
At the sound of his own name, Atticus couldn’t help but hang back. Not only did he feel awkward about interrupting, but part of him really preferred the thought of not interacting with Barty more than he had to. He didn’t like the weird, irrational ball of dislike that would well up in his throat whenever he looked Barty in the eye.
Barty was blushing slightly, but the mention of his friend being low on money made him frown.
“If you want something, I could buy it for you,” he said in a very quiet, but earnest voice. “It could be an early birthday present...”
But Robert waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, mate, I don’t need anything. Now go on -- I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”
Cecelia was frowning too. She exchanged a look with Barty, looking faintly hesitant, but finally released Robert’s arm.
“All right,” she sighed airily. “Be sure to invite Atticus along too after you’re done, all right?”
This startled Atticus. Robert looked uncomfortable.
“Invite him to Gladrag’s?” he sad, trying to play it off with humor. “Not exactly a party spot, Ceci.”
“Invite him to hang out with us,” Cecelia corrected him.
Robert frowned deeply. “What? Ceci...I get that you’re trying to be polite...but every time Lestrange gets within ten feet of Barty, he looks at him like he ran over his cat.”
Barty sighed and then gave a reluctant nod of agreement. “You know he doesn’t like me, Cecelia. I don’t even really know why, aside from his dad not liking my parents...”
Atticus felt like his stomach was being squeezed uncomfortably. Part of him wanted to just leave the pub all together -- but what Cecelia said next made him give pause.
“Barty, you’ve always said you feel like he must be lonely, sometimes. And Robert, you said the same thing, right after you first collided with Atticus, remember? ‘He should be smiling,’ you said. ‘His face doesn’t look right, somehow.’”
Atticus straightened up slightly. He understood that feeling. It was the same feeling he had when he first met Barty -- that his eyes weren’t right, that his smile and voice weren’t right. And yet the sentiment here...also came across as oddly sweet too, in a weird way.
“I was eleven years old, Ceci -- eleven-year-olds say dumb things,” said Robert in a voice that attempted to sound off-hand, but instead came out rather evasive.
“I don’t think it was dumb at all,” said Cecelia very firmly. “You felt sorry for him, and you didn’t even know him that well.”
“It was rather cool of you, Rob,” said Barty, smiling proudly at his best friend.
Robert, however, sidestepped the praise.
“It was a stated fact, not me trying to be nice,” he said in a very grounded, modest tone of voice. “I don’t get why a guy who’s as smart as he is can’t loosen up a little and have some fun once in a while. He can’t be happy, being so...”
He trailed off, his dark eyes drifting down to his mug of butterbeer.
‘Strange?’ Atticus finished in his own head dully, thinking of how everyone else in school tended to nastily play off of his name.
As soon as he thought it, though, another word echoed over his mind.
“You really are too grim for your own good…”
Atticus felt that weird, sad kind of deja vu ripple over him for a second time.
Cecelia sighed tiredly. “As always, you’re determined to play off the best parts of yourself.”
She turned to Barty. “...I guess we should go. Play nice with Atticus, Rob.”
“Yes, Mum,” Robert shot back with a playful smirk.
Barty grinned over his shoulder at Robert before leaving with Cecelia, his cheeks touched with a blush as he looped his arm around hers.
Atticus watched them leave -- then, swallowing back the lump in his throat, he finally approached the table where Robert was still sitting.
“...Hello,” he said stiffly.
Robert looked up, only mildly startled.
“Afternoon,” he greeted.
Noticing the books in Atticus’s arms, he held out his hands. “Here -- let me take those.”
He immediately took the stack, lifting it with significantly more ease than Atticus had and putting it down on the table.
Atticus glanced at the mug of butterbeer placed at the spot left aside for him. Noticing the glance, Robert frowned.
“Do you not like butterbeer?” he asked. “You struck me as the type of person who would...”
“I do,” said Atticus very quickly. “...It’s one of my favorites.”
He slowly lowered himself down into his seat, still feeling oddly hesitant. It had been so weird hearing Robert talk about him with his friends. Most of it wasn’t surprising -- after all, Atticus and Robert had rarely talked largely because of Robert being Barty’s best friend -- but the thought that Robert had actually expressed concern about him despite that...was kind of surreal.
“...You thought I’d be the type to like butterbeer?” he asked.
Robert shrugged as he took a sip, his dark eyes drifting up toward the ceiling. “Don’t most people like it?”
“I suppose they do,” granted Atticus.
He picked up his mug and took a long sip himself. It warmed him up from head to toe, and he couldn’t help but relax slightly.
Robert looked Atticus up and down briefly, cocking his eyebrows.
“You’re awfully overdressed,” he said lightly.
Atticus raised his eyebrows rather coolly in return. “I’m sorry -- I suppose I could’ve ripped the knees out of my trousers, before coming.”
Robert blinked. Then, to Atticus’s complete surprise, he actually burst out laughing.
“So you can joke!” he said. “Merlin...and here I wondered if I’d have to be serious the entire time...”
Atticus raised an eyebrow. “Is that something you can do? Be completely serious?”
Robert smirked slightly. “Of course. I just don’t fancy doing it that much.”
“Not like me, you mean.”
“Definitely not like you.” Realizing what he said could be considered offensive, Robert then added, “...You’re a smart guy, Lestrange, don’t get me wrong. I guess I just don’t get why someone as smart as you would be willing to settle.”
Atticus looked down at the books on the table and then back up at Robert, his eyebrows knitting over his blue eyes.
“And I don’t quite understand why someone as smart as you tries to hide it,” he said straightforwardly. “I mean, someone who can do lectures like the one you came up with on the fly the other day could easily become a professor someday...yet you don’t tutor, or participate in class...you don’t participate in any of our classes, by choice. And when you do...I reckon you’re holding back.”
Robert snorted. “I don’t hold back on the Dueling Field -- I don’t love getting my arse handed to me that much.”
Atticus couldn’t completely bite back a laugh. Robert was actually pretty funny, too.
Robert took another sip of butterbeer, his expression slowly becoming a bit more serious.
“I just don’t see the point in broadcasting my marks or how much I know, that’s all,” he said simply. “I learn so that I can be of use -- not to show off. Knowledge is power. With it, you can fix people’s problems and make the world better. I don’t need to win awards or accolades for my academics -- I just want to know as much as I can and use that knowledge for good.”
Atticus’s expression softened somewhat. “That’s...actually really admirable.”
Robert shrugged. “It’s how I feel is all. Just because I play Quidditch doesn’t mean I’m obsessed with getting attention.”
“You don’t seem uncomfortable about the attention,” said Atticus.
“Well, it’s not just me, is it? Even when I get attention, it’s attention for the team, not me. And any attention I do get, I get for helping out my mates. It feels good to be what they need, that’s all it is.”
Atticus’s blue eyes narrowed slightly as he brought his mug of butterbeer up to his lips again.
“...You really are determined to play off the best parts of yourself.”
Robert straightened up noticeably. Atticus couldn’t help but grin, seeing how effectively he’d startled him. 
“Will you be all right with presenting what you’ve already researched?” he asked. “I reckon the class would probably find a lecture about both the wizarding and Muggle perspectives of the Witch Trials really interesting...and it would almost surely earn us an O.”
Robert raised an eyebrow. “Are you asking me to teach the rest of our class with you?”
“Well, since you’re so critical of Professor Binns’s teaching style, perhaps it’s right you show everyone how it should be done,” said Atticus smugly.
Robert’s lips curled into a broad smirk. “Is that a dare, Lestrange?”
Atticus’s own mouth also spread into a wry smile. “You could always refuse to accept it.”
“You know full well I won’t,” said Robert, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “All right, old boy -- we’ll be Professors Lestrange and Bellamy for a class, then. And if we don’t get an O, I’ll dress like you for an entire month.”
Atticus couldn’t hold back his own laughter. “Careful -- I might be tempted to get an E just to see that!”
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jackalopes-pen · 3 years
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The Bookstore on 2nd street
Characters: Logan Brainard | Patton Heartly | Virgil Storm | Janus Serpentine | Remus Kingsley |
Logicality fluff | Background Dukeciet |
TW: In the AU PAtton has ADHD, so if you get triggered by ADHD mannerisms or stuff like that, steer clear. Also, Remus gets interrupted making a sexual joke so beware. 
AN: I wanted some logicality fluff, and I love Logan bookstore aus so ye, here it is. I plan to make this a similar series to my Roommates au were I just play out stories with no real end goal or anything just having fun writing with my some of my favorite characters. Anyway, enjoy the glasses bois. 
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The store was just past the city square, but it was easy to miss. A humble little bookshop tucked away on second street near fifth street. It had three floors, like most shops in the city. One floor for the store itself, one for storage and break room, and the third is an apartment in this case where the owners stay. The owners of the shop are some of the best people you can meet in the city. Patton is a kind-hearted spirt who helps anyone and everyone. Logan is a logical, smart person who could probably answer anything correctly. What a lovely, calm couple, at least.. most of the time. 
“Patton, we can’t get a cat.” Logan said pushing his glasses up his nose.
“C’mon Logie!! They’re so fluffy and cute and amazing-” Patton was cut off by Logan holding up his hand. 
“I realize cats hold manny benefits, but you are allergic to cats.” Logan said getting slightly annoyed at his fiance. As much Logan appreciated the practically angelic soul of Patton’s, he could be a bit much.
“I can take medication, just please? They have adoption day every Saturday at Dee and Rem’s pet store, and the pets are groomed so nicely and it’s just adorable.” said Patton wandering off into his own head. 
“Patton, you hardly remember to take medication for your ADHD, how could you remember to take allergenes?” Logan asked. At this Patton seemed to take ona thinking face. Patton’s memory wasn’t the best because hyper-fixations tended to take more precedence than medication in Patton’s mind. 
“Did I take my meds?” Patton asked quietly to himself. 
“Yes, dear, you did.” Logan took a moment to sigh “I’ll make you a deal. If we get enough customers today to pay for the kitten... I’ll get you the allergenes and we can walk to the pet store to adopt a felis domesticus.” Logan always found it hard to say no directly to Patton. Deals like this were often his way of compromise. The deal was never impossible to meet, just rather difficult. It was rare on weekends that enough people would visit to make 50$, but not impossible.
“Okay! That sounds like a plan. Let’s go set-up shop!” Patton said excitedly bouncing. Logan gave Patton a kind smile and held his hand. They always held-hands as they walked downstairs, it was just routine at this point.  
Setting-up took a fairly short amount of time. All they had to do was restock, organize, set-up a display or two and get into positions. After that, it was just a matter of helping customers and checking people out and usual things. Today however was rather peculiar, there were quite a few people coming into the shop today. It seemed lady luck was with Patton. After the weekend shift of 7:00am-6:00pm, Logan was surprised. Of course after taxes, rent, and costs of new stock, they had made 250$! Quite the turn from they’re usual 45$ or 36$ a day. 
“So, Logie, can I get a kitten?” Patton asked with a smug grin. He wa rocking back and forth on his heels in excitement. 
“I suppose, I must honor my deal. Very well. I will walk down to the convenience store while you get ready. Then, I’ll wait for you outside the shop and we can head together to the pet store.” Logan said happily signing with every sentence. He loved seeing Patton so happy and giddy. It was like an excited puppy. 
“Okay, I can barely wait” Patton said bouncing over to the door which concealed the stairs up. He waved a goodbye at Logan and closed the door. A smile spread across Logan’s face watching the love his life be so happy. He put his apron on the hook, grabbed his wallet from under the counter, and headed to the convenience store. On his way Virgil came past him out of the tattoo parlor. 
“Heya, Lo. Whatcha doin’?” Virgil asked nonchalant
“Going to get allergenes for Patton. We made a deal and now he gets a kitten.” Logan said quickly. He’d hate to make Patton wait to get his fluffy prize.
“Oh, heh, guess he’s pretty happy. I won’t hold ya up. go and get the allergy meds or whatever for that human lab puppy.” Virgil joked. He walked back into the parlor before Logan could reply, so he just made his way to the store.
It was a quick transaction, and Logan was speed walking back to the shop where Patton was waiting outside in tan overalls with cat paws on them, and a light blue shirt.  He waved at Logan who showed Patton the extra strength medication. Luckily, Patton brought a water bottle with him so he down the pills and they headed to the pet store, hold hands. 
From the street they saw Remus perring out he window only to barely hear him yell “JJ, don’t put them up yet. The eight eyes are here.” After which he ran back from the door to get something. He came back with the store key which unlocked with a click.
“Greetings, Remus, Patton won a deal so we are in need of a kitten.” Logan said trying to conceal a spreading grin. 
“Ooooh, so ya finally want some pussy-” Remus was shoved to the side by his husband before he could finish. 
“Remus, not in front of the kid. Terribly sorry about him. Anyway, a kitten right? They’re over here.” Dee escorted them over to the kitten which were sleepily playing with their toys. There were only two left, a ginger cat and an all black cat.
“Aww, he looks like a tiny night sky.” Patton said toying his finger around for the kitten to play with. It noticed the finger and brushed it’s head under, asking for cuddles. Patton was more than happy to oblige. “ Logie..?”
Logan looked at the scene before him and allowed himself to blush at the sight.  He gave a small nod and called for Dee.
“Found one?” Dee asked redundantly. He clearly saw the display of Patton petting the kitten’s head and back.
“I think the kitten will ‘suffice’ nicely, you have kitten package correct? How much is that?” 
“It’s an extra 50$, but comes with a litter box, litter, 5 toys, some treats, food, and bowls. It’s normally 100$ extra but with the kittens, we can make up cost.”
“Sounds good. I’ll go with you to ring us up. I think it would be rather mean to ask Patton to step away from the kitten.” Logan said casting his gaze momentarily at the adorable site.
Dee gave a small chuckle. “Very well.” He lead Logan over to the register and after some talking and choosing and Remus trying to make inappropriate jokes, Logan and Patton headed out with a new addition to their house. Today was a good day. 
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🖇 hello!! assassination classroom matchup, (any male character) please!
― i’m a female and a grey asexual! people find me intimidating the first time they see me, but i’m really not that intimidating. i’m somewhere in between an intj-t and an entj-t. i’m a slytherin, and my enneagram is 3w4. i’m kind of an oikawa kinnie/dazai kinnie lol.
― appearance-wise, i’m 165cm (5’4"), asian, with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes! i don’t like wearing dresses, often times i’m wearing long sleeves paired with shorts or jeans.
― personality-wise, i can be cold and really blunt at first and i don’t let people in easily bc trust issues™ at the rare times people actually succeed in making me their friend, i’m a bit chaotic. i’m a rational person (which sometimes offend others??), but i can be very childish at times. i have pretty dry and dark humor, and i love making sarcastic comebacks. it’s literally second nature at this point. i’m a vv moody & have a short temper. people say i’m iNtElLiGeNt, and so naturally, i’m the person my classmates go to for academic help, despite being super harsh when they get something wrong. (i can’t help it bc what i teach them usually seems easy to me ;-;"). and sometimes i’m just so done with everyone’s shit that i don’t care about anything HHHHH it’s like i have two separate personalities??
― i like horror, psychological thrillers, action & action comedies. i’m very interested in psychology & pathology, and i want to be a psychologist or a forensic psychologist one day. i love spicy food and have a sweet tooth! (ill eat literally ANYTHING sweet) i also prefer working alone than in groups, bc i do better alone. i love foxes & cats too! (i have a cat named ginger eEEE) i also really love collecting stationery!!
― i hate crowds & socializing. i’d prefer staying in and binge watching anime or movies! despite being the person people come to for academic help, i absolutely hate studying and rarely ever do study.
― my hobbies are writing, drawing, playing the piano, violin & guitar and singing! at a young age i’ve been taught how to play those instruments, but i’m only really good at piano. the life of an asian lol
thank you ❤
A/N : I can't believe how similar we are like...??? It's almost like I did a matchup for myself ? So I'm pretty sure about everything I've wrote ? Scary.
Assasination classroom >>>
I match you with...
Asano Gakushuu
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If peoples are intimidated by you the first time, this guy wasn't afraid one second and I believe that it was the same in the other sense.
You two just fear nothing in this world... okay maybe Asano is scared of his father and you can't trust peoples.
Daddy issues ™ x Trust issues ™.
But you two still at least "sociables" person and were pretty quickly interested in each other despite that you tried to not make it look like it.
He is tall for his age, good looking, intelligent, multi-talented... and such a cold bastard but its just a personality traits like another one for peoples like us.
And you are an individualist, multi-talented, intelligent and kind of tomboyish girl too, traits that all together aren't very usual to Asano in the other hand. He just know one guy like that, and he's probably the one he hates the most. Karma.
Then you know what does it mean already, here begin your ennemies to lovers romance !
If you two are very smart students, the existance of each other was disturbing as your opinion about school, studying and all were different.
I assume that you would be an A-class student and as one, Asano would pay attention to if you do your homework in time but you just don't need that and you maked him clearly understand ?
But who's the school president ? He's superior to you! How dare you ?
And here we go again : another fight, who would win this time ? You're naturally talented for comeback and a funny person, he's polite but don't hesit to go really hard just to shut your mouth. He loves your lips.
Asano don't pity you at all and even laugh at you when he see how much you don't like crows and peoples in general and prefer to be alone, watching anime and movies.
But makes fun of you less about it with time and try to help you a little bit, not too much cause he want you only for him.
Also because despite being a more sociable person, Asano isn't funny and is worst than you about build strong bonds : he just use peoples.
He hates and loves your academic facilities cause thank to them you manage to keep up with him but he can't study with you in an 100% academic way.
But I think that the worst thing for him is that because of them you're able to give him advices sometimes about how he should lead the school and that you can make him question himself about his own perfect methods !
This bitch critics almost everything you do : piano, guitar, writing and violin just because he's better than you and makes you feel it.
Just don't show him your stories/texts or this will be his writing and don't try to be a better guitarist than him cause this will never happen.
But don't be sad cause he respects you singing and drawing, Gakushuu don't even dare to say bad about them except if this is objective, he also likes your interest for psychology, often asking for your knowledge randomly and in fact you're the leader here.
Yeah, you're the one in control, you just let Asano believe he's dom. This guy is so embarassed and ignorant about love, feelings but act like he's confident.
You're mostly in charge of physical touch.He hates to feel weak, can't assume his desire for you, he's just messy about it! You're the only one person he's totally honest with.
Spoil you when he think you deserves it only... well that's what he want to believe : He don't know how to show his love properly so he do what he can -> he don't understand the concept of love language as he can't believe he's a giver and that he just can't identify to them.
Asano isn't interested in animals but do efforts with Ginger, not very difficult as he is a cat person.
Your family will loves him, unfortunately his father won't like you.
Slytherin x slytherin, 3w4 x 3w4, so similar but so different too, you should consider potentialy being an entp.
Can't assume to like when you're chaotic, he complain about it but it does have positive effect on him.
He's never offended with whatever you may say, he's captivated by your reflexions and ideas. Lips
His kiss are surprisingly passionate, sometimes is having a hand in your shoulder while talking, he often touch your back and when he feel confident he takes your hand in public.
Others potential match :
The Reaper, Itona Horibe
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lonelypond · 3 years
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Moonlight Becomes You: Apocalypse Midnight Dance Party, Ch. 24
NicoMaki, NozoEli, RinPana, KanaMari, YoshiMaru, YouDia, Love Live/Love Live Sunshine, 1.9K, 24/?
Summary: Rin arrives on the scene, Nico ignores the problem, Hanamaru prepares for a trip.
Rin To The Rescue
“MAKI!!!!”
Maki was sitting in the room You had taken her to, staring at her phone, wondering what she could say to Nico, wondering why Nico wasn’t texting her, angry that Nico could just leave. Maki had been there through Nico’s rabid feral roommate crisis and this, this...Nico had just gone out the door.
“MAKI!!!!!!”
Rin? Here?
Pounding on the door.
“Maki?!?!?? Are you in there? Are you arrested?!!???! I’ll break you out.”
It was Rin. Only Rin would be yelling things like that in the middle of a police station. Maki almost giggled, forgetting Nico for a moment.
“Get in here.” Maki opened the door, grabbed Rin and dragged her inside, “Why are you here?”
“You left me in Canada.” Anger was a rare look on Rin’s kind face, but Maki could feel the glare.
“It was an emergency.”
“Leaving me in Canada is an emergency, Maki.”
Maki slumped, “I’m sorry, Rin.” Head in hands, Maki was torn between aggravation at Rin here confronting her and relief that Rin was here, confronting her. Wait…”How are you here?”
“Kayo-chin tracks our phones.”
“WHAT?!!!” Maki was on her feet again, looming, but Rin didn’t back away.
“That’s not the problem.” Rin wagged a finger under Maki's nose.
“That is the problem.”
“Why are you under arrest?”
“I’m not.”
“You were locked up.”
Maki sighed. Rin was a very literal person.
“I did that.”
“Why?”
Maki didn’t even know where to start. Why was she here? Nico left...Dia, Dia…”Oh gods.”
Maki closed her eyes and sank to the floor. “Mama.” Dia had called her Mama. And Eli had three tails and Maki’s mother was buddy buddy with cryptid central’s favorite cop…
“Maki, what’s wrong?” Rin was sitting beside her, only concern in her voice. Of all Maki’s blessings, the biggest was her friends. Rin and Hanayo had been there so many times. All the music Maki could ever write couldn’t repay them for helping her acknowledge what she wanted in her life.
Maki always told them the truth.
“Dia thinks I’m her mother.”
“Who’s Dia?”
Oh right, Canada. Maki stood, “C’mon, it’ll be easier to show you.”
“Oooh, field trip.”
“There’s a lab. Don’t blow anything up.”
Rin saluted.
###
Nico paid the driver, forgot to tip, or smile, or speak. Step out of the car, walk to door, unlock door, open door, throw phone into couch where the vibrations would be absorbed and Nico could ignore them, head to room, pack for trip. Be a professional. Maki obviously didn’t know anything about being a professional with her house that could be used for an action movie set and gigs she could have her lawyer on retainer cancel at a whim. Not professional. Nico would never cancel, unless it was a family emergency…family...
No. Not going there. Nico survived by focusing. And Nico always survived. And thrived. Everything would work out.
Nico wasn’t sure if that was the buzz of her phone she heard before she slammed her bedroom room door.
###
Hanamaru enjoyed visiting Riko. Although this occasion was not so pleasant, with Yoshiko so worried. But Hanamaru always relished opening the shop door and stepping out into a future where more care was being taken of people and the planet. That care, that hope made the entire atmosphere more...sparkling, like water droplets in sunlight over cresting waves, a tingling exhilaration. But Yoshiko’s nightmares were concerning. The candles and incense as Hanamaru entered her meditative state had soothed the worries, just long enough for her to focus on Riko, the prophet's bright tone dampened by anxiety. As Hanamaru stood there, centuries of books a fortress, ready to leave this safe space to meet Yohane’s prophet, she wondered what would be changed on the other side of the door.
Open, step out, breathe in, the sparkle gone, replaced by the slightest tang of ash burn. Then hurry.
###
Dia stared. Younger Rin was exactly the same as the Rin she knew, all bouncy energy and pushing Maki ahead of her into rooms and adventures.
“So where’s this Dia?”
How had Rin got here and what had Maki told her? Probably everything. Rin had always known more about Maki than anyone other than Nico. Dia wasn’t sure if she should actually look up from where she was titrating a test mixture to add to a milliliter of Eli’s blood. Nope, she was just going to keep glancing shyly.
Rin hmmed, extravagantly, hand on her chin, circling Dia. “No eye contact, tall, smart, mole like your mom…” And then Dia was in a crushing hug.
“Bzzzzzttttt…let go!!!” Dia jumped back off the stool, dropping the glass burette she was using. Startled, Eli started whining, Nozomi trying to shush her.
“She’s a Nishikino, all right. All prickly.” Rin hugged Dia again, “Welcome to the family. Your Aunt Kayo-chin will be so excited to meet you.”
Maki rolled her eyes. Rin being here made everything less strange but a lot noisier. Dia seemed to have relaxed slightly.
Rin threw questions out, rapid fire. “So are you from Norway? Do you like lamb and cabbage stew? Did it hurt?”
“What?!!!!!???” Dia hissed.
Of course Rin went there. Maki doubled over with laughter. Dia looked so confused. “There is still no such thing as mystical monkey time travel, Rin.”
Rin, a ridiculously smug look on her face, raised and lowered a hand pointed at Dia and then widened her eyes at Maki, sticking out her tongue.
Dia giggled.
###
You hustled down the hall. She'd done all the Dia errands she could while here and now it was time to check on her friends. Who were doing exactly what she expected. Not coping well. Yoshiko anyway. You's office was way too small for Yoshiko’s increasing cloud of gloom and her worries over Dia. Kanan was her usual unruffled self, sitting at You’s computer, texting Mari and laughing at the memes Mari sent back.
“We’re all going to die.” Yoshiko muttered as soon as You entered.
“Cheerful.” You closed the door quickly.
“WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!”
Yoshiko’s wings unfurled, slapping You on the cheek, Kanan glanced up, snapped a pic, and sent it to Mari.
Yoshiko, panic transforming into kinetic energy, was now hovering several inches off the floor that all of You’s loose paperwork was now occupying due to wing windspeed.
You grabbed Kanan’s phone, “Take her somewhere. Where’s Hanamaru?”
“ZURAMARU!!!!!!” A wail. “Zuramaru walks into a future that no longer exists, to risk all for a chance to gain wisdom from the prophet who sees into my dreams.”
“Riko.” You rubbed her forehead, cheek still stinging. “I’d like to take care of this with common sense, not more people ‘borrowed’ from the future.”
Kanan snorted, “Common sense lost the race when the dark angel here dropped her kidnap victim into the pool.”
“I didn’t kidnap her,” whining, “We could have had a simple chat, but she had to…”
You held up a hand, her voice edged with anger, “Just stop there, my friend, before I think too much about what you actually did to Dia.”
Yoshiko landed, wings pulled over her head, subdued.
Kanan leaned back in You's chair, arms behind her head. “Least it’s quieter in here now. Can I have my phone?”
“You are not helping. Please get Yoshiko out of here. I’m going to clear everybody but Dia out of the lab and try to do damage control.”
“Look cute. Use your adorable smile.” Kanan winked, “Charm her.”
“This is not a date.”
“You can’t date her, you can’t mix someone from the now now and someone from new then, or someone from the now then and someone from…” Yoshiko paused, temporarily choked up, confusion had put panic in a full nelson, “It’s a now no no.”
“I’m not dating anyone. I’m not interested in anyone. I’m just someone Dia doesn’t want to clock on the jaw.”
Kanan raised an eyebrow, but after a glance at the quivering Yoshiko decided to help You, not contradict her. She stood, her hand on the fallen angel's shoulder. “C’mon, Yoshiko, Hanamaru might be back by now. Mari says she dropped her off more than an hour ago.”
“See you later and tell her I said ‘hey.” You was half out the door, tossing Kanan her phone. “And text me what she finds out.”
“You.” Kanan sounded serious.
“Yeah?”
“Be careful.”
A grin and a cocky salute, “Ay Ay.”
###
There was a new person in the room. You counted again. Dia, Maki, three tailed Eli, Nozomi, and the new person. “Why is there a new person??”
“I’m Rin, Maki’s bestie. I rescued Maki from jail. Are you the cop?” Rin and Eli were nose to nose, and You couldn’t shake the sudden image of a ginger cat facing off against the Russian very mixed breed. “You’re pretty.” Rin reached for one of the tails. Eli swatted her. “And weird. Want to play fetch?”
“Rin.” Maki winced, glad Nico wasn’t here to hear that.
“What? She’s probably bored. Science is boring.”
“No, it’s not.” Dia muttered as she added to the list of things she needed You to acquire. “I need some more supplies.”
“Gimme the list.” You hopped over to the table.
“She seems helpful for a cop.” Rin was now standing next to Maki. Eli was following You. Nozomi seemed to be thinking.
“I’m a Coast Guard officer.”
“Lieutenant Commander and police liaison.” Dia slid her notepaper toward You.
“Why don’t we just call Mama?” Maki frowned at a stain on the wall, “There are much better labs at the hospital.”
You rubbed her hair, “Yeah, that might be a good option. We can just tell Dr. Nishikino we’re working on…”
“An antibody therapy.” Dia filled in.
“I thought you were working on a vaccine?”
“Those other cryptid blood samples you found and I tested had the same viral material as Eli’s. I think it’s much more prevalent in that population than anyone is aware so an antibody treatment would be of more immediate help.”
“So would anybody’s infected blood be good?” You asked.
Dia shook her head, “There’s something else in Eli’s blood. I think it’s helping her fight it.”
Maki sighed, “She is a lot calmer. Nico had me bring a muzzle…”
Eli growled a warning.
Maki held up both hands, “Sorry.”
“If I had a sample from when she had a single tail, it would be easier to isolate.”
“Is Eli in any danger?” Nozomi asked softly. Everyone jumped a little.
“I believe she’s past the riskiest stage.” Dia smiled at Nozomi.
“Will she stay like this?” Nozomi knelt, to gather an eager Eli into her arms.
Dia glanced at You, then spoke confidently, “The Eli I know is in complete control.”
You threw up her hands, “Got the winning lottery numbers for tomorrow? I need a change of luck. Yoshiko’s rubbing off on me.”
Rin petted You on the head. “You’re fun. And cute." Rin gave Maki a thumb's up. "I like our new friends, Maki.”
Maki was going to cry if she laughed and Nico still wasn’t calling or texting. Maybe that room You had taken her to was still empty.
“I’ll go call Mama.”
Dia watched her leave. Rin came around the lab table to give Dia a hug, “She’ll be okay.”
Dia nodded, desperate not to cry. You pulled a clean, delicate handkerchief embroidered with little flowers from somewhere and handed it over. “We got this.”
It was the wink that did it, launching Dia into full tears into Rin’s shoulder. You should have just kept quiet.
A/N: May
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firesoulstuff · 4 years
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A whole lot of Nothing
For @ginger-canary in the @arrowversequarantinefic-exchange!!!
Ship: Dinahsiren
Prompt: Long Distance
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23926276
Laurel hates away missions.
Ok, she doesn’t hate away missions as a concept. What she hates is that every time an away mission comes up it always ends up being her mission. It makes sense; she can’t argue that fact, which is possibly the most infuriating part of it all. Their little team Arrow whatever.0 thing is still new. Mia and Zoe aren’t ready yet, and someone has to stay behind to make sure they don’t do anything too stupid. True, she could petition for that to be her and for Dinah to go on these stupid missions, she could even argue that Dinah used to be an undercover cop and therefor she is perfectly suited for the blending in work that comes with away missions.
But, would she really rather be on babysitting duty? No, she wouldn’t.
What she would very much rather be doing is lounging on Dinah’s couch, sprawling herself across the space like a cat until Dinah decides it’s time to watch some terrible reality TV and kicks at her legs until she moves them. Yes, that would be ideal, certainly more so than freezing her ass off walking across a parking lot in the midst of an April night. April! In Star City it’s a livable sixty-five right now – she checked – and were she back there she might be lounging in shorts just to prove a point. But this is not Star City. This is some no name, nowhere town on the very edge of the East Coast and it is thirty-six degrees with a wind chill.
She really hates away missions.
With her hands already shoved as deep into her pockets at they’ll go Laurel fumbles her numb fingers around the surprisingly warm and sweaty metal of her key, apparently there is some warmth in her pockets, even if she can’t feel it. Bracing herself for the onslaught of more cold on her skin she take her hand from her pocket and puts the key in the lock, turning it and then checking her hip into the door to get it to open.
Inside her motel room is at least warm, even if that warmth does carry a faint scent of burning metal like the radiator isn’t used to being on even after what she can only assume has been sixty years of icy winters that start far too early in the year and end far, far too late.
Still, it wouldn’t surprise her if this room has only been used on a handful of occasions in all that time.
She’s sure she is the only out-of-town guest in this whole place. There are some other cars parked outside five of the eleven other rooms, but she’s gotten the feeling everyone else is either a junkie hiding from a parole officer, a disloyal spouse meeting with a “friend”, or very narrowly avoiding homelessness.
Leaning against the closed door Laurel balances one ankle on her opposite knee and starts untying her stiffly frozen sneaker, and then switches to do the other foot. With her shoes off she pads across the room to the little bathroom adjoined to the main room. The room and the bathroom are, at least, cleaner than she had thought they would be based on the exterior of the motel. Not that it is overly filthy on the outside, but the plastic coverings of the support beams are cracking and stained with dirt, and the walls are clearly in desperate need of a power washing.
She takes a quick shower to get the chill out of her bones then towels off, runs a quick brush through her hair, and heads back into the room to get in her pajamas.
Her pajamas which include a police academy t-shirt she stole from Dinah.
After debating between seeing what’s on TV and going right to bed she takes out her phone and scrolls to Dinah’s contact, then taps it and listens to the proceeding four rings before-
“Hello.”
“I am never traveling for work again.”
There’s a moment of quiet in which she can perfectly envision the amused smirk that must be on Dinah’s face, just as she’s sure Dinah can picture her scowl.
“Strike out?”
“Big strike out.” She deadpans, the edge of a snarl in her voice. “Do you know why all those sappy Christmas movies you like are set in New England? Because there is nothing here! Nothing! No mobsters, no super villains, no mad scientists, nothing!”
What comes through the line next is a genuine laugh and Laurel scowls even deeper, half tempted to add on how cold it is even at this time of year. Not even cold and wet, but dry and frigid and really, really irritating.
“That’s what makes it a perfect place for a crime lord to hide out.”
Laurel rolls her eyes and starts to adjusting herself, pushing her back off the bed’s headboard and getting onto her stomach on the mattress.
“Well there isn’t one hiding in this town.” She says, “Or any of the surrounding ones. It only takes fifteen minutes to cross this whole place so I’ve been to four different towns and guess what? A whole lot of nothing in every single one!”
“New England takes up thirteen states, I’m pretty sure the entire thing isn’t as small as the little corner you’re in.” Dinah mocks her and Laurel rolls her eyes.
“Then next time send me to a bigger part.”
“Sure, as long as the next target’s credit card pops up in a bigger part.”
“Has he canceled it yet?” She asks, slipping back into business mode.
If there is something here, she needs to catch it.
“Yeah.” Dinah answers, sounding disappointed.
She hums, not that they didn’t see this coming. Someone like Zsasz is too smart to use his credit card when he knows he’s being hunted. When they first got the alert they figured it was more likely than not he drove through here, “dropped” the card at a gas station, and let it be picked up by any random lowlife to throw them off his trail. The only reason she’d come to check it out was because they have no other leads, and while he is smart enough to stop using the card he might also be crazy enough to do it anyway just for the rush of playing them.
Either way, it’s useless now.
“So we’ve got nothing.” She laminates, and she can easily picture the disappointed pursed lips of Dinah on the other end.
The thought of that lingers in her mind maybe a little too long.
“Yeah.” Dinah huffs, “Looks like we sent you on a wild goose chase.”
“Well then we’re in luck, this place has plenty of those.”
Dinah laughs on the other end, and she laughs too, then it’s quiet.
Of course it’s quiet, that’s all she’s had for a report. Nothing. There is nothing here; they have nothing to go on, nothing.
She isn’t ready to hang up and stop talking about nothing.
“So what are you wearing?”
She’s almost disappointed she doesn’t hear even the smallest hint of Dinah choking, as she is surely sitting on the couch with a glass of wine by now. The line is quiet, no mocking or gasping for a dignified answer, and then it isn’t.
“Jeans and a shirt.” Dinah replies almost casually, evidently choosing to humor her for once, therefor wine is most definitely involved. “You?”
She hums, “Flannel pants, and one of your shirts.”
She raises her voice into a more suggestive register, to which she is sure Dinah is rolling her eyes.
“Any reason?”
She shrugs innocently, not that the action can be seen, or even is all that innocent for that matter.
“I just figured I was going to miss you while I was away.” She answers, pushing herself back up into a sitting position and stretching out stiff muscles; four nights on this sorry excuse for a mattress has not been a highlight of this trip.
“Well since there’s nothing out there you can get back to your usual routine of annoying me soon enough.”
“See? I knew you’d miss me.”
There is a small, breathy chuckle on the other end of the call and it makes her heart flutter.
Not that she’ll ever admit that.
“Goodnight Laurel, see you when you get back.”
It warms her heart a bit that she doesn’t say “call me”. It could be simply because she knows by now it’s pointless. Laurel rarely ever calls. She much prefers dropping by in person when she can. The apartment, the bar, the newly resurrected bunker, Queen Manor; wherever. If she isn’t actively engaged in not dying or some other vigilante business such as extracting information, she would rather debrief in person.
Dinah could have also forgone saying “call me” because she genuinely misses her.
Laurel will say it’s about 70-30 either way.
“Night, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
With that she hangs up the phone and pulls her laptop from under the bed’s second pillow, opens it, and starts searching for the next flight to Star City.
If she’s lucky she can be on Dinah’s couch by morning.
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Ali & Carly
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Carly: 🥰🤗 Ali: he's captain ☠🏴 but there's always room aboard Carly: thats the best offer ive had from a gentleman ever ever ever Carly: whats his name? Ali: Bluebeard Ali: and he is MOSTLY a gentleman if you can handle some toe nibbling Carly: 😍😍😍😍 Carly: into it Carly: ive done more for lads i just met who aint as beautiful so Ali: 😂 I feel that Ali: honestly, it's quite comforting, when he doesn't sneak attack you with it Carly: [sends her a selfie that shouldn't be as adorable as it is] Carly: now u can introduce us Carly: 👋 baby blue Ali: the 😍😍😍😍 are mutual Ali: I can tell Carly: yay Carly: 🧡 Ali: is there anything else you need/we want for the tea party? Ali: en-route at last Carly: ur really coming? Ali: yeah, sorry I was ages, it's a whole process brewing it Ali: also a dead giveaway you're 😷🤒🤕🤢🤮 which obvs my ma takes as her cue to be all Spanish inquisition about it Ali: 📚 of my mostly-fictional-but-which-are-and-which-aren't-mother exploits later Carly: sorry iou so much magic Ali: nah, don't worry about it 👸 Ali: who doesn't love a little scandal with their morning brew? she deffo does Carly: its too late im looking for 🍀 Carly: among the 🌼🌼🌼 Ali: awh Ali: I'm never turning down extra luck Ali: we can make daisy-chains Carly: its the dresscode Carly: soz da Ali: does he have a 🧔? Ali: that's a #look Carly: not rn Carly: my ma wasnt on @ me only to clean up Carly: he had his turn Ali: damn it Ali: maybe a nice belt Ali: I'll be 🤔 Carly: dont b 💔😢 he has bushy eyebrows Ali: same Ali: he's earnt his invite back Ali: your ma gonna have to chill though Ali: and it ain't that kinda tea 💔 Carly: you wont b able to tell if shes angry or surprised Ali: 😚 ⬅ I know the vibe Ali: you do you babe Carly: she used to let me sort em out but there was an accident Carly: which im sworn to secrecy about Ali: I'm so good with secrets 🙏🙏🙏 Carly: k Carly: my head zoned out but my hands kept going like Ali: you were meditating you can't help having  🌌🧠 Ali: I'll 🤭 now and never tell, don't worry Mrs W Carly: @ school yea im meditating on your q sir relax Carly: ha love that Ali: they just ask questions to answer it themselves, what is the point Carly: u coming for my ma again? Ali: 🤫 bad first impression, that Carly: shes heard it from ronan too sorry Carly: lad has loose lips Ali: honestly Ali: 🙄 can't keep up with my bad reputation Carly: ud think hed be better at kissing Carly: its talk talk talk Carly: more good things about u than ive made it seem like tho Ali: he was a big talker Ali: probably 'cos he ain't allowed with the lads Carly: if he talked about what a 👼 u are & how 💔😢 he is theyd uninvite him from the bonfire Carly: its sweet really how hung up hes got Ali: he only thinks I'm an 👼 'cos he took my virginity probs Ali: that's more suitable 🔥side chat Carly: he goes on about that alot but I thought he was lying Carly: oh no that sounds bad Carly: not calling u a slag ur obvs not its y he likes u more Ali: 😂 I'm fine with slag Ali: all definition dependent anyway Carly: yea same Carly: can be hot if ur in the mood Ali: right, and if I'm a slag 'cos I didn't marry him then I'll take it Carly: & hes not allowed to marry gorgers theyd wanna throw him in the 🔥 Ali: exactly Ali: we can't both be 💔😢 forever can we boy Carly: just me @ the party til u came to my rescue Ali: 🥺 Ali: What was he even on about then, like? Ali: dickhead Carly: idk i zone out wen he shouts @ me too Ali: I can always poison a cup and send it his way Ali: just say the word Carly: hes not that bad Ali: okay okay, just some laxatives Ali: 'cos he's a bit 💩 Carly: ha Ali: no 🌼🌼🌼 unless he says soz then Carly: but his beautiful curls 🥺 Ali: hmm, a good point Ali: be strong, baby Carly: ill throw one @ him & run away Carly: back to u Ali: you're so adorable Carly: says u Carly: 👼👸🏼 Ali: 💚 we're gonna have an adventure when the tea hits okay Ali: I've decided Carly: k thats the kinda 🎄🎅🤶🎁 it is Carly: i do want the energy of a kid on xmas morning Ali: that's the best Ali: how I'm tryna be every day Carly: 💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️☄️ 🚀🛸 Ali: if only 🚀 Ali: this bike can only go as fast as my lil legs can carry, like Carly: aw baby Carly: i shouldve asked u where u live before this 2nd rescue was launched Carly: im sorry Ali: No distance is too far for a fair maiden Carly: ill have to see what other 🔮 i can find before u get here Carly: dont love ious Ali: there's no ious Carly: [sending her loads of pics of her with or just pics of the cat lady's cats that she's rounding up for this tea party and they're adorable] Ali: 😍💞😻 Ali: okay, non-debt fully paid though Carly: [just rambling about the names she's given each cat cos her and cat lady don't know each other properly til Ali comes along and like facts about each cat/her fave things cos she's a big nerd] Ali: I love them Ali: I'm gonna get them some 🐟🐟🐟 when I get tea party tings Ali: some cream, awh, okay, this is happening Carly: im picking enough 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 for everyone Ali: should've put Bluebs in my basket Ali: next time Carly: aw Carly: Humbug might try & fight him Carly: youd b there to protect him tho Ali: I can ref Ali: my little brother is always trying to play-fight everyone so I'm well-versed Carly: is he ticklish? that works for me Carly: broken up lots of fights Ali: big time Ali: his kryptonite Ali: reckon it's against the rules in professional fights but preparing him for anything like any good big sister Carly: ha Carly: aw i bet ur an amazing sister Carly: if i had 1 maybe id wanna be on site sometimes Carly: my ma's eyebrows r hardly a call to home Ali: he might disagree but he's 5 so what does he know 😉 Ali: feel that though Ali: home is just a base, whole 🌍 out there Carly: wen ur 5 you argue to argue Carly: yea if u dont use ur wings theyll think u dont want em 💔😢 Ali: flying is like riding a 🚲 though Carly: r we goin on a 🚲 adventure? Ali: definitely Ali: ugh, need one of those wagons for the 😻😻😻s Carly: ☺️its gonna b so fun! Carly: we might meet more 🐈🐈🐈🐈 Ali: way better than 🐔 Carly: ha Carly: do u have 🔮 left to help me find shoes? Ali: have you checked the fridge? Carly: [a pause while she do] Carly: theyre not there 😕🧐 Ali: damn, that'd be the last place I'd look though Ali: were they in the mess your Ma was sounding off about fr Carly: o mayb Carly: if i was wearing any when you dropped me off Ali: 🤔 I don't know if I recall any glass slippers Ali: I'll ask Lene hold up Carly: 👸 energy Carly: but idk if i wanna scary 🐺 at my door Ali: turns out she's actually your 👵 Carly: ha my grandma is 💍 to god Carly: its not close to the energy shes putting out Ali: she'd probably tell your actual that God is a gay girl Ali: nah she's well 😇 around fam, just hide behind your Ma and me, baby, you'll be fine Carly: ha that wasn't in any of the kids bible stories she sent me every 🎄🎅🤶🎁 Carly: her god is 😠 than Humbug Carly: he likes to shout so i gotta zone out Carly: aw that's sweet ur ma loves her too? Ali: Hooray for Catholicism, yeah? 😏 Ali: she loves my Ma, more like Carly: we spend our sundays on our knees nana but its 🚽🤮 or u kno a bigger sin Carly: u do look like her i remember Ali: that's not QUITE 🚽🤮 levels but close 😂 Carly: nah its nice u have the same 👀💙✨ Carly: idk who i look like Carly: postman maybe Ali: now I don't know whether to 😳 or be 🤨 you like my Ma too Ali: you look like you and that's Ali: 💛 😍 😘 🥰 😚 👸 👼🏽 🐰 🌼 🌻 🌞 🍓 🍑 🍨 🍰 🍭 🍬 🎆 💜 Carly: yea 🤞🙏🌠 the postman isnt my da cuz hes a ride Carly: aw now youve got me 😳 Ali: rude, my postman is not Carly: 🚫💌 then baby Carly: ill text u instead Ali: so grumpy, don't stick your hand right into our house if you don't wanna get bitten, sir Ali: not by me, whatever Ronan has said Ali: though I'm well flattered I'm getting a text back Carly: ha its k its not that u use too much teeth Carly: & course ur my hero Carly: tho 🤞🙏🌠 wont b an sos every time Ali: good, can't have him putting you off with blatant lies Ali: it won't be if I do a better job at the heroics and get there before any bad shit can happen Carly: its k i like it Carly: helps me remember what i did Carly: 💔😢 no lads r spelling their names out in bruises for the who Carly: 🐇🐾🐇🐾🐇 Carly: nooo theres no better u could do Carly: ur flying to me faster than anyone has ever ever Ali: amateurs, like Ali: so rude, ain't they heard you're 👸 Ali: I'm basically there now, prepare for the best tea party you've ever been to Carly: aint wat theyve heard but idc Carly: yay 💙 i havent had 1 since me & my 🧸🧸🧸 Ali: I'll be 🎶🔊 it so get in the know lads Ali: awh, can I meet them too? Carly: not too 🔊 or ur gf will bite me which could b fun but im not trying to do u like 💔😢 Carly: some r shyer than others but if u work ur 🔮 how u did for me ull make friends Ali: fill your boots, babe, I don't reckon she's your type, like Ali: I'll be on my best behaviour 🤞 Ali: the loveliest guest you've ever had 🤞🤞 Carly: be fun though Carly: not boring Ali: 😲😲 Ali: Is that the impression I give off? Ali: or another Ronan tale, either way Ali: gonna have to prove otherwise now in the most extra ways imaginable Carly: nahhh Carly: he don't lie to me its his 1 saving grace Carly: its just like a pls Carly: to u & the universe Ali: I won't be boring Ali: trust me Carly: k Carly: i do ur a lifesaver Ali: nah Ali: just happy to help Carly: im happy we r mates Ali: me too Ali: idk why we weren't before, like Ali: too many people at school Carly: & i dont go much ha Ali: this is true Ali: lesser spotted walsh 🐦 Carly: oooh wat colours am i Ali: 💗💜💛🧡💗 Carly: cute Ali: very Carly: wats ur fave colour? Ali: It's a harder question than people reckon, that Ali: like, there's so many beautiful things of every colour Ali: if I can decide for the day, I feel like I'm doing a disservice to all the others Carly: sorry Carly: i havent decided on mine either Carly: when i was a lil kid it was 💛 for the 🌞 then wen i started goin out it was silver for wat i thought the 🌚 looked like Carly: but ive seen so many new colours since Ali: kids always know Ali: they're much smarter than adults about everything Carly: i bet ur lil bro is the smartest Carly: like u Ali: he likes red for 🚨❌🛑⛔️🚫💯‼️🥊🥤 Ali: and I see the appeal Carly: does he like 🍎? i kno somewhere that sells the reddest shiniest 1s Carly: or we cud just throw 🍅s Ali: he's at the anti-fruit stage Ali: but I reckon he could be convinced if we let him smother 'em in caramel and sprinkles Carly: its a date Ali: Me first
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Survey #257
I hope y’all are behaving and staying inside. This’ll blow over, folks.
Have you ever met a guy for coffee? No. How often do you get called on your home phone? We don't have a landline. Do you feed your leftovers to your dogs? We don't have a dog anymore. When we had them, we very rarely did. Mom did so more than me, and I wouldn't give them anything if they were begging. Except chicken nuggets with Teddy. There was no denying him chicken nuggets. Do you like salt on your popcorn? Yes. What tricks does your pet do? Well one is a snake and my cat doesn't know any because since when do cats obey you lmao. Do you believe in psychics? No. When you hear the name “Ginger” what do you think of? Jason's old fatass dog. What is the worst damage that your car has seen? N/A Who is your least favourite character on your favourite television show? In Meerkat Manor, fuck that, I loved them all, lmao. Well, I remember I was bitter towards Rita/Amira for killing Rocket Dog's pups, but even then I knew that was meerkat nature to ensure the survival of their own offspring. That '70s Show, definitely no one. I adore all the characters. For Fullmetal Alchemist, honestly, there are SO many that I don't remember probably even half of them. BUT, from what I do remember, Nina's dad whose name evades me. You watch it and you know why alkdsjf;kaldjw. Have you gotten sick this year? No. When was the last time you got a new ringtone? Eons ago. Where do you put your keys when you get home? They're always in my purse. What’s your phone background picture? Lock screen is a cute as fuck picture of Mark, home screen is two meerkats. If you could move to any country, what would it be? Realistically, Canada. Have you ever seen a snake in the wild? Plenty of times. Do you have any posters, paintings or other artwork on your walls? A LOT. My walls are cramped; it makes it feel homey to me. Would you ever take a trip to space if given the chance? Nah, too long of a journey. How do you cope with anxiety? Watch YouTube more attentively, listen to music, nap, take one of my anxiety meds. Are you expecting any phone calls or emails? No. Who makes you laugh the most? In my "real life," my dad. Out of anyone that includes those I don't actually know, probably Shane Dawson. He's a Mood, constantly. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you? Oh, plenty. I have like the most common white girl middle name out there. What did you have done the last time you saw a dentist? I had a cavity filled. What does a successful relationship look like to you? Both ends are happy, communication is ideal and easy for the pair, both feel loved and accepted fully, and each has healthy freedom. What do you like to put on your baked potato? The ordinary butter, cheese, and bacon bits. What field of science interests you the most? Genetics. What’s the closest shop or restaurant to your house? A Zaxby's and McDonald's are tied, being right across the street from each other. What was the most memorable birthday you’ve had? My 16th is the one I remember best, but not in a good way. What is the best house you’ve ever lived in? Our last house, aesthetically. Right in the woods and relatively pretty, yet simple. Do you look in the mirror before you leave the house? Yeah. Have you ever seen someone quit their job in a dramatic way? No. Do you know why your parents named you what they did? No. I think Mom just liked the name, though. What do you like to dip your fries in? Ketchup, mostly. Is your house clean or messy right now? It's actually really clean right now. We've had a lot of help around the house recently thanks to family and friends with Mom's cancer, and then I've been much neater and attentive to cleanliness than usual because 1.) it's my responsibility to ensure it is for Mom's health and 2.) I dropped out of school so literally have zero excuses to not be doing at least one productive thing. What was the last email you received? That wasn't trash, it was from my old major's dean in school. She was trying to comfort me and give me options on what to do versus leave, but yeah. I'll 100% give it to the school that they deeply and sincerely care for their students, I just needed to go. Do you know someone who speaks without a filter? lmao me. Well, depends, I guess, actually. I know when to keep my mouth shut in some situations. What’s your favourite kind of museum? Science museums. Especially those with d i n o z. Do you believe in alternate universes? I'm open to it, especially with the mandela effect theories, but I don't think so. Whose house did you last visit? My older sister's. What games do you play on your smart phone? Pokemon GO (if I'm in an area w/ Stops to get balls) and Dragons of Atlantis. What kinds of decorations do you put up at Halloween? We don't really decorate anymore for Halloween, or holidays in general. How many tabs do you have open right now? Two. What’s something you’ve been meaning to do but keep putting off? Try more sites to hopefully get a poem I wrote published, but that crippling fear of rejection tho. :^) What’s the first thing you check on your phone at the start of the day? The time. Have you ever flown a kite? Yeah, I loved that as a kid. I’m guessing you’ve probably been asked this before, but which do you prefer - Coca Cola, or Pepsi? Coke. Pepsi is gross. Has your phone ever gone off in the middle of a class at school? No. Did you go to your school dances? Did you dance with anyone? Just two proms. We didn't dance tho because the music was shit. What’s your relationship with the last person you talked to on the phone? What was your conversation about? Like, talk-talked, no texting? Uhhh who was that. OH YEAH, my sister. My mom didn't answer her phone so she just called me to make sure she was okay. The last time you washed your hair, did you use conditioner?
 No, I never do. It just adds oil to your hair, and mine is naturally oily enough. Do you have an item of clothing that reminds you of someone? Tell me about it, and the person it reminds you of. I have a lot, none positive. If the last girl you texted told you that she was pregnant, how would you respond? Ask her who the fuck I need to kill. How would you react if your mother told you that she was pregnant again? Well considering 1.) she's past menopause and 2.) she has serious ovarian and Fallopian cancer, I'd say that's pretty impossible. Who do you have the most text messages from? Sara. The last time you skipped school, what was the reason?
 Uhhh if you mean "skip" as in I had seriously no realistic reason not to go, I think I was just really tired. I tried not to skip unless I was having serious mental health issues. When did you last see or speak to someone you dislike? Why do you dislike this person? I actually don't know who that would be. When you listen to music, do you generally sing along, or just listen? I rarely sing. I just listen. Do you have any of your exes as friends on Facebook? Yes. Does more than one person like you? *shrugs* Has your partner ever accused you of cheating, when you actually didn’t? No. Who was your first love? Do you ever miss that person? Jason. Of course I do sometimes. Other times I know it's probably for the better we have nothing to do with each other anymore. Do you like your middle name?
 I mean it's pretty, but boy do I wish it was more original. If your hair is long, would you ever think about having it cut short? Or, if it’s short, would you like to grow it long? I doubt it will ever be long again. Would you consider your parents to be strict? Dad never was at all; Mom sorta was when I was little. Do you have a mirror in your room? On the back of my door. Have you ever worked in food service? No, thank God. Do you often stay in your pajamas all day? I almost always do, unless I have to go out somewhere. I pretty much never leave my house ever, forget just quarantine, so like... why make more laundry. What are three YouTube videos you would like to film soon? N/A Do you ever listen to country music? No. What is your most severe allergy? Pollen. What’s the largest library fine you’ve ever had? Oh wow, no clue. I haven't been the library in millennia. Have you ever lost a library card? *shrugs* Name three literary characters you feel resemble you the most. UH yikes. This requires too much thought for me rn. Name three cartoon characters that resemble you, and say why. Ummmm I still don't know. Do you have a good doctor? I haven't seen her enough times yet to honestly say. Mom knows and likes her well, though. She's fine so far. Do you wear a watch every day? If so, what color is your watch? No, I never do. Does your phone alarm ever scare you? No, it's very peaceful. Which department store do you shop at the most? Wal-Mart. How old were you when you got your driver’s license? I'm 24 and am yet to have it. Do you have regrets? A good handful or two. Do you ever curl your hair? It's too short to do so. Do you know anyone who has coronavirus? No, and I pray I never do for my mom's sake. Out of all the big cities you’ve visited, which has/have been your favorite? Chicago is the only big city I've ever been it. Was pretty damn dope, though. Do you like dreamcatchers? I mean, they're cool. I don't believe in them being magical, though. Have you ever made a dreamcatcher, and if not, would you like to learn? No and no. Who was your high school’s biggest bully? I don't remember. What color was your graduation cap and gown? Red. Did you keep your graduation cap? I think I did. Did you decorate your graduation cap? Nope. What is your favorite part of nature? The animals within it. Do you use Photoshop? Yes. Favorite photo editing app on your phone? I don't have an editing app. Did you love or hate college? Well, considering I dropped out three times, guess. Favorite class in high school? Art. Favorite class in college? Idk. Probably Writing. Class you hated the most in high school? Math. Class you hated the most in college? Painting brought me the most stress. Do you know how to write in calligraphy? Not technically. Have you ever had a pen pal? No. Do you prefer brownies or cookies? Brownies. Man I could go for one. Favorite Girl Scout cookie? Those Reeses-ish ones. Did you ever go camping as a kid? No. Do you have hormone issues? No. Have you ever gotten a misdiagnosis because your parent(s) lied about you? Er, no? A shitty doctor has misdiagnosed me, though. Which Barbie doll was your favorite? I didn't even know there were "types"... Do you wake up to an alarm? No. When did you go to bed yesterday? Like, 8-something... I rarely make it past 9:30 nowadays. Do you live in a city, town, or in the country? The country. What color is your toothbrush? White. When was the last time you had a nightmare? Yesterday while I was napping. Woke up shrieking and scared Mom out of her skin. Tainted my mood almost the rest of the day. If you had a terminal illness, would you want to know? No shit I would. What was the last thing someone called you other than your real name? I don't know. If you could meet anyone who lived before your time, who would it be? I have no clue. Is there a candle in the room you are in? No. Are you currently taking any prescribed medication? More than I like. Do you have bad anxiety? If so, do you take any kind of medications for it? Yes and yes. Who was the last person you felt you were wasting your time on? I don't know. One thing you’ve experienced that you thought you never would have? A suicide attempt. What was the last thing someone said to you that kept repeating over & over in your head? Ugh. If a random person were to look through the photos on your phone, is there anything you’d be embarrassed about? No. If you could, would you work from home? Do you think that would make you more or less productive? No no no no. I need a reason to leave the house. I'm way more productive away from home anyway. What were you like in middle school? "The weird kid" describes it pretty well. If you could give one charity a million dollars, what charity would you donate money to? YIKES!!!! Now that's a question. Probably something for suicide prevention/awareness. What is something you’re surprised hasn’t been invented yet? The cure for cancer. It's incredible, just how many "possible" cures have been identified in nature, yet you like... hear NOTHING about it afterwards??? My conspiratory and "the medical industry just cares more about money" ass wonders about that a lot. Most disturbing movie you have ever seen? Paranormal Entity or The Rite. Has a life goal or dream ever come true for you yet? If yes, what is it? If no, do you think you’ll achieve it? No. And probably not. What one thing has always bothered you, but seems to bother no one else? Hm. I'm sure there's something. Do you still own a VCR and VHS tapes? No, pretty sure they've all been sold. Did you ever build furniture forts as a child? Yep. What kind of dog is your favorite? Pretty sure I'm biased towards beagles. Are the majority of your friends male or female? Female, I think? Have you ever considered dropping acid? Noooo sir. Would you consider yourself to be mature? Mostly. Describe your music style: I like unique alternative stuff. Catchy, heavy riffs do me in easily, too. I like well thought out, dark, and impactful lyrics. Are you close to any of your aunts/uncles? Not very. Have you ever had a seizure? No. When was the last time you were in a hospital? For myself, 2017. I think. Do you go on vacations a lot? I never do. Are you self-conscious around other people? Very. At your workplace, are you required to wear a uniform? N/A Have you ever witnessed a physical fight in real life? Huh, good question actually. What was your GPA in high school? 4.2/3 or something. Do you use a lot of hair products? I don't use any. I mean, besides shampoo. What is the most amount of money you’ve spent at one time? My own money, I think $300 on a tattoo. What is the best pizza place out there? Domino's. I'm such a basic bitch. Do you know how to play any odd instruments most people can’t play? Nope. When was the last time you used a disposable camera? I think the zoo visit in 5th grade. What is your favorite book series, if you have one? Can't say I really have one. It definitely used to be Warriors by Erin Hunter, but I haven't read any in maaaaaany years. Do you have any celebrity autographs? Nah. What is your favorite color of clothing to wear? Just black. Admit it – you want a Snuggie. What design/color? I got a black one one Christmas, lol. They're honestly not all that great. Do you prefer movies at home or movies at the theater? THE THEATER. I actually enjoy watching movies in the theater. It's just the vibe, I guess, and the size of the screen so you take in everything. How many songs does your iTunes have? Just over 1k. Its memory is maxed out, oof, so if I want a new song, I have to thin the library out. Do you take a shower in the morning or the night before? I've been taking showers more often in the morning, lately. It's a nice, refreshing start to the day. I'm just too tired and unmotivated to at night. Who’s your youngest teacher? N/A When’s the last time you had a rock, paper, scissors match? Wow, no clue. What’s your favorite anime? Fullmetal Alchemist. Did you cry when Ash let his Butterfree go with the other Butterfrees? Oh I probably did, but THEN AGAIN, the female was FUCKIN PINK so I'm sure I was also happy for Butterfree lmao. Even as a kiddo, I knew pink was The Shit. Skinny, flared, ripped, or faded jeans? Skinny, ripped ones. What are you excited for? Just honestly, nothing in the even remotely near future. Nothing in my life is exciting rn. Are you part of the Farmville cult? Never played. Have you ever stood on a frozen solid body of water? YIKES besides like, small puddles, definitely not. I'd be scared to. Which person from way back when would you love to hang out with? Jenna, an old best friend, came to mind first here. It'd be great to catch up with her. She called me in the hospital after my suicide attempt despite not talking in absolutely forever, and I'm never going to forget that. Does your family use a real pine tree or a plastic one for Christmas? Plastic. Literally the only positive of the real ones is the smell. Otherwise, it's a mess that dies too quickly. Do you have any foreign exchange students at your school? N/A What’s your second language? I'm not fluent in it, definitely not anymore, but the language I took for four semesters was German. Is it uncomfortable for you to take showers in glass stalls w/out curtains? OH MY GOD I would positively hate that. Even IF I had a decent body. Did you understand Shakespeare? I was alright. What was the last shot you got? It was a numbing agent into my gums. They had to do it like... seven times. Apparently, I'm just like. Really hard to numb. Ever gotten cavities? Yeah. Do you use hair ties as bracelets? I don't even wear hair ties. What was the last school project you did that you couldn’t wait to turn in? Uhhh... I don't remember. Have you ever graded papers? I actually have; I was helping a teacher on work day. I used to go back to my elementary school a lot to visit my favorite teachers. What was your favorite year of school up to this point? Maybe like, junior year of high school? Or senior. I don't remember which one of those I enjoyed more. I just remember I loved my art class, I had great grades, my relationship was strong, yada yada. What’s the latest you’ve ever woken up? Like 5-6 PM. Had a busy night and that evening was a complete panic attack because my system was so thrown off. One thing I DON'T miss from high school: how bad my anxiety was. Can you recite the alphabet backwards? NOOOO I cannot. Like, at all. Are you a sucker for foreign accents? Some, yes. Do you do yoga? Not anymore.
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sheriddleston · 5 years
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00q amnesia au because i’m cliche like that
A/N: tfw you get tired of exams and decide to try to be creative again and dust off something from 007 fest this year as a snippet you will never expand on again :P 
The sight of the flat left Q with the same sort of déjà vu feeling he’d been having since he first opened his eyes in the hospital. The flat looked nice, far nicer than anything he ever remembered – or even anything he could see himself living in. The décor was heavy on pastel colours and minimalistic in a way that made Q’s skin prickle; only the obscenely wealthy could choose to have so little. Not for the first time, Q wondered just who he’d gotten involved with.
Nevertheless there was recognition there, like hearing an obscure song on the radio years later.
Before he could dwell too much on it though, he heard a jingling sound to his right and something darted out of the bedroom door- something dark, fast and furry-
“Ginger!” Q instinctively dropped to his knees and gathered up the ball of fur in his arms. “Oh and Blue!” he exclaimed at the second cat slinking out after the first.
They purred affectionately, rubbing up against his thighs and Q couldn’t help the delighted laugh that burst out of him. Clearly, they’d missed him.
A soft noise from behind had him turning his head towards the door. Oh right. He’d almost forgotten -hah, forgotten! How silly of him. Bond.
The man in question had finished with the extremely complex-looking lock to the flat and was now gazing at Q with an inscrutable look on his face. His body language was as closed off as ever, hands shoved into his pockets.
“What?” Q asked almost defensively. Ginger nipped at his finger.
“You remember the cats,” Bond said dryly. He might have even looked a little amused. “Even the new one.” Startled, Q looked back at the cats clawing at him and realized it was true. He did. He remembered the cats, the way Blue liked to be cuddled while Ginger was a biter. He remembered the cats he hadn’t even known he’d had- but evidently not his job or his flat or his co-workers or his husband.
Christ, what a mess. Q could feel himself flushing as he averted his gaze. “Sorry,” he mumbled. Although what for, he couldn’t really say. He didn’t ask to be bashed over the head so hard that he’d actually forgotten almost all of his adult life and everyone in it, vague university recollections aside. He wasn’t willfully forgetting anything thank you very much and it’s not like Bond had been much help in the matter.
Ever since it’d become clear in the hospital that he had no idea who anyone was, that the memories that he did have were more scattered than the pieces of a toddler’s Lego set, Bond –apparently his fucking husband- hadn’t ever been in the same room alone with him or spoken more than a handful of sentences.
If anything, his rock had been Eve, who’d taken to explaining things to him patiently and shooting Bond dirty looks whenever the man ducked out of the hospital room.
“He’s a bit emotionally constipated, that one,” she’d said apologetically. “Don’t worry, he’ll get over it soon enough.” And the look on her face had told Q that if he didn’t, Eve would make him. Q hoped so because he wasn’t sure how exactly he could tell, but he got the feeling that Bond had been drinking. And often.
Bond let out a sigh, dragging Q’s thoughts back to the present. “It’s fine,” he said and Q felt a spark of annoyance light up inside. Of course it was bloody fine. Q knew it was fine, Bond’s the one who had all the problems with Q right now. “Go wash up,” Bond waved a hand through the air. “I’ll…make us dinner.”
There were a million things Q could say, a million sharp things that let Bond know exactly how he was feeling. But the slump in Bond’s shoulders as he walked over to the fridge made Q pause. In the end he decided to say nothing at all and quietly headed to the bathroom. Ginger and Blue followed at his heels. Whatever relief he’d felt at their arrival had evaporated, only to be replaced with the near-constant doubt.
The moment of privacy in the bathroom gave him a moment to think, to piece together all the oddities and soothe the frayed edges of his nerves. His head throbbed dully behind his eyes; blunt force trauma wasn’t going to be easy to shake off.
He wasn’t obligated to remain here, he reminded himself. He could leave. He had to have money for himself right? And he was fairly certain Eve would help him. Sort-of certain. This was…a trial run of sorts. Familiar surroundings to help him remember and all that. And the man was his fucking husband. He was supposed to be with family. So then why did he feel so off-kilter?
When he made it back to the kitchen, Bond was cutting up vegetables on the counter. Despite himself, Q took a moment to admire the way the muscles of his back shifted. At least the bloke was drop dead fucking gorgeous. Q apparently had quite the taste in men.
Bond looked up at that moment, as though sensing Q’s thoughts, then smirked when he caught Q’s gaze. He could feel himself flushing again, embarrassment coursing hotly through him. He bloody hated it, how he seemed to be such a complete open book to everyone he met now. Q never did well under pressure so perhaps his next words could be excused.
“You’re not all some sort of great big crime family, are you?” he blurted out.
“What?” Oh good. Bond looked genuinely confused. That was promising. Unless he was a very, very good faker which could very well be in the realm of possibilities. He carefully put down the knife to face Q, who tried not to gulp. “What makes you think that?”
“Well it’s just,” Q waved a hand around in the air for emphasis. “The way you lot are. The way you move, the locks in this place, all the secrecy about my job. Something’s very…shady about it. I mean, look at me! I got hit over the head! Deliberately! I don’t know how common attempted murder is but this isn’t exactly filling me with a lot of confidence. I don’t know who I am, or what I do or anything beyond this is your husband and those are your friends. It kind of...makes me wonder what I’ve gotten myself into.”
Q wasn’t made for keeping still and quiet and after an age of listening and nodding and trying to gather data, all of it just spilled forth from his mouth, without his permission. God, he thought as Bond’s blue eyes roamed across his face, he’d said too much. Now they were going to decide he was too much trouble and dump him in the Thames.
No, he reasoned. They wouldn’t dump him. They spent too much effort rehabilitating him to just cut him loose for a few questions now…where the fuck were these thoughts even coming from? Was this normal?
“Can’t keep anything from you huh?” Bond mused, almost to himself. He looked wistful, fond, and something twisted in Q’s gut at the sight. It was so very rare that Bond didn’t keep himself carefully controlled around him. “You’ve always been too smart for your own good.”
…Never mind, the Thames seemed more likely right around now.
“Would you stay?” Bond asked, suddenly taking a few steps forward. Something in his steely blue eyes made Q’s heart lurch into his throat; like coloured liquid nitrogen, cold but burning in its intensity. “If I told you to take us in good faith and trust us? Without asking any more questions?”
“I…” Q wanted to say no because what the fuck? What the actual fuck, his heart was thudding like a jackhammer. But…impossibly, he also wanted to say yes. And not, funnily enough, because of what might happen to him if he refused but because of the look in his eyes. Q remembered that. When the extent of Q’s memory loss had become clear. The quiet sort of devastation on Bond’s face, the way he looked shattered open. Those few moments where Q felt like he was looking at a person and not an actor. “I…”
Bond let out a sigh, leaning back on the kitchen counter. To Q, it seemed like he was deliberating something. There was a pause where nothing happened, time seemed suspended- then Bond met his eyes again.
“MI6,” he said.
“Huh?”
“MI6,” he repeated carefully. “I work for MI6, as a field agent. You work -or worked, I suppose- for them as well. Before. You were far up in the food chain. Obviously, the information regarding your little accident is sensitive. With your memory compromised we weren’t sure how much we should tell you.”
Oh. Ohhh. That- That made sense actually. Potentially. “A field agent? As in, a spy? For MI6?”
“Commander James Bond of the Royal Naval Reserve,” Bond confirmed, and he didn’t snap a salute or anything but there was a practiced ease in his voice. Q thought back to Tanner’s firm stance, Eve’s polished everything. The suits and the secrecy. If Bond was an MI6 agent, then Q was, what? A co-worker?
“Are we really even married?” Q wondered aloud, uncomfortable all of a sudden. “Or have you just been assigned to babysit me while I recover?”
Bond made a strangled noise and oh, there it was again. The devastation. Fuck. The roiling in his gut intensified. “We’re married,” Bond affirmed quietly and turned away.
Q was struck by the sudden, intense need to make it okay again.
“So,” he said, desperately casting around for a topic. Luckily, amnesia made it an easy search. “So, we were co-workers then? Isn’t there supposed to be rules against this sort of thing?”
“…There are,” Bond replied, still looking away. “We didn’t care.”
Huh, how interesting. That sounded…almost romantic. An illicit office relationship, spies and the Secret Service- all very noir-esque. And for the second time that night, Q let his mouth run away from him. “That sounds kind of hot, actually.”
There was a pause in which both Bond and Q took the time to process Q’s statement properly.  And then possibly the wildest thing happened since Q had woken up in this confusing world. Bond laughed. It burst forth like it was surprised out of him- and to be fair, it most likely was- one hand going to the counter to steady himself.  The sound was deep and seemed to curl inside Q’s ribcage and settle there.
Bond looked up at him, the mirth in his eyes made them softer, made the lines in his face deepen and the corners crinkle-
Oh, Q thought helplessly as his insides fluttered about. Things were starting to make much more sense now. It looked like he was sticking around after all. There was no possible way he could leave now.
“Well,” he told Bond, brusquely, all business now. “Since you’ve already told me the big secret, I suppose there’s really no point keeping hush anymore is there? You had better start from the beginning.”
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jf3co · 5 years
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Down In Mexico
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Article appears in the Summer 2019 issue of The Palisades Magazine & Issuu:
Mexico City. How do you cover one of the world’s largest cities in just 4 days? Take a deep breath, be prepared to walk… and let’s go!
Day 1 - The Travel Day is to wonder or worry, depending on your predispositions. I am slightly apprehensive before any foreign trip. And noting Mexico in the news a tiny bit recently, I plan to exercise good street smarts. I do not plan to (just a whimsical example) don a child’s costume bulletproof vest to fit a narrative of “scary place”. One shouldn’t look for trouble, but the same applies in any American city. I’ve been down in Mexico three times in as many years and have found a wonderful vacation destination each time.
You arrive at the Mexico City airport after flying over a sprawling metropolis. The mind boggles that this is only the 25th largest city in the world with a population of 8.8 million. It seems much larger. By contrast, Los Angeles has about 4 million. Clearing customs was simple. As was locating our hotel-provided driver. After a jaunt through traffic we arrive at our hotel, the Nima Local House in the Roma Norte Neighborhood. Again, simple.
Did you watch Roma? No? Go watch Roma. It was a happy coincidence this is the neighborhood featured in the movie. The streets are reminiscent of those in our older cities; Rittenhouse Square, Brooklyn Heights, Russian Hills (sans hills), Dupont Circle. And the streets are wide, grand tree-lined promenades crossed with a gridded layout. I fell in love with the walkability as we strolled to find some cocktails, eventually ducking into Licorería Limantour, a hipster hot spot.
Do you know Spanish? No? Mexico is our closest non-English-speaking country, and hey it doesn’t hurt to be neighborly... but if you do not, everyone speaks English. After a couple of "Margarita al Pastors” followed by a some “Mezcal Stalks”, proper cocktails at times served tongue-in-cheek in ridiculous vessels, though due to the drink itself I don’t remember them, I picked my head up off the bar to check out the locals; think fashionable. This is an old, cosmopolitan city full of art and culture; whereas I just got back from a business trip to Las Vegas and noted that the current fashion trend for US tourists is “freshly dumped out of a canoe”. One should bring their casual “A” game to Mexico City; men: button-down shirt (button one less than usual), nice jeans or pants, stylish shoes; women: think NYC in Spring, keeping in mind you will be walking a lot. Speaking of walking, we are going to be late to our dinner reservation. “La cuenta, por favor!” This will be your first double-take, a ‘twenty dollars in LA’ cocktail is only three bucks. Score one for the exchange rate.
Do you like when I start every paragraph with a question? No? I’ll stop. Dinner that evening was at Maycoll Calderón's Huset, a self-described “country kitchen” with a rustic indoor/outdoor space. Preceded by more craft mezcal cocktails, the entire meal was superb, having the gnocchi, grilled beef, chicken-ginger rice, and roasted vegetables. But I must note, regarding the steak, that the local interpretation of “medium rare” requires one to chase their dinner around the room a bit first; hot travel tip: order “medium” or above. We skipped dessert, as it was not a possibility given prior intake, and meandered the few blocks back to the hotel where we sat on the roof terrace enjoying the warm night air… that is until a screeching steam whistle announcing Death Incarnate punctuated the stillness, creeping ever closer; what the hell is it? I was not going to find out. Time to retreat to bed.
Day 2 - Zero Sleep. I am going to die. Did I magically catch the flu? Is the pollution really that bad? Apparently I am allergic to lilies. I did not quite know this until I spent the whole first night coughing and sneezing. And the room was charmingly decorated with them. But, once removed, all was well again. I did sleep late though, and this altered our plans so we missed out on the large art museums and grand parks; but this will only justify a future trip. We ended up taking an Uber to the Zócalo, the main square, and visited a street vendor for some Tlayudas Oaxaca, a masterpiece of grilled meat, veggies, and cheese on a large toasted flatbread. Then ambled over to the Templo Mayor, the main temple of the Mexicas in the city of Tenochtitlan; some fun facts: it was once referred to as "island of the dogs” because the elevation provided a safe haven for strays during flooding. It is also considered by the Aztecs to be the center of the known universe - sorry cat lovers.
You will now be thirsty from standing under the hot sun on the exposed square. You will go to the La Frapp rooftop for drinks. You will order a Model Negra with Orange Juice and Tequila. You will send me a thank you note later.
After the beverage constitutional, another Uber to the La Condensa neighborhood, full of Art Deco apartments and a large park. The Parque España (formally Parque General San Martín) will subtly remind that you are in a warm, jungle environment with it’s lush greenery and hanging mosses. We wandered and admired and then found ourselves at Milos for a mezcal break. While in CDMX, drink mezcal, drink tequila… they are health drinks. Don’t believe me? Google it.
After some miles we made it back to our neighborhood for dinner at Taqueria Orinoco. This is no frills. But it’s TACOS! East as many as you possibly can. Order the tres proteínas for a combination of trompo (al pastor), res (steak), and chicharrón (pork belly). Wash them down with a few Superior Cervezas. Then request someone roll you over to Churrería El Moro for a paquetes combination of Mexican hot chocolate and churros. We sat idly on a park bench along Avenue Álvaro Obregón, swinging our legs, enjoying the passersby and warm night air.
Time for bed… one again the Locomotive of Death slowly approaches. I dream fitfully of stone and stairs and feathered warriors as I stand at the nexus of the earth, the sky, and... the underworld.
Day 3 - More Annoying Uses for Plastics, and The Aztecs versus the Oxfords. We awake to a quick breakfast in the atrium of our hotel - making a commitment to reverse engineer their roasted pepper salsa recipe. Then hop in an Uber to head to the Aztec pyramids. We are in a hurry. It’s the free day for locals and we want to beat the crowd.
The pyramids are sublime. Works of permanence and precision laid out with obsessive specificity seldom rivaled the world over. The crude plastic jaguar and hawk noisemakers that every third person is selling to bored children by the thousand are not. The location is jarring with annoying noise. This is probably the reason there are no more actual jaguars or hawks in the area. Scared away. There’s too many people here. Too much plastic. Too many failed attempts at trumpeting a catcall or hawks’ screech. I was struck by the juxtaposition of laborious achievement against cheap novelty, just as I was by the fact that Oxford University is older than the founding of Tenochtitlán by the Mexica; humans seem to have both a sliding scale of antiquity alongside the inability to contemplate the longevity of their particular contributions.
We return to CDMX and hit the Juárez neighborhood to eat at Contramar, an airy, popular lunch spot. We ordered tuna tostados, a Serrano ham omelet made with French fries and cheese, and shrimp & octopus tacos; get the tostado, devour the omelet (and make it at home during every single meal for the rest of your life), skip the tacos. Afterward, we decided to visit one of the many parklet traffic circles to idly watch the world revolve and sip a few beers at La Zaranda Miravalle.
Cabrera 7 was our dinner. The decor is garden party and pop art. The view is of Plaza Luis Cabrera with it’s large fountain in across the street. Food was good. Portions were great. But we were simply not in the mood. Too much walking. Too much overindulging. It would be a disservice to describe anything further - we simply didn’t eat. Go there only when you are hungry.
At this point we plod the streets back to our hotel. Stuffed like Piñata. Catatonic. Directionless. We feel a distinct pull toward life and vitality; Gravity beckons us toward Plaza Rio De Janeiro where there is a gala Oscar viewing party. Alfonso Cuarón is up for Roma, the semi-autobiographical tale of life in this neighborhood during the early 70’s “Dirty War” period. Roma ended up winning 3 Oscars and the place absolutely exploded with jubilation each time; Best Director, Foreign Language Film, Best Cinematography. Congrats to Cuarón. Congrats to Roma Norte. Congrats to Mexico. We celebrated in our own way back at the hotel with a wine from Valle De Guadalupe (Mexico has a wine country. It is fantastic. You can drive there from LA) and a viewing of Roma. En route we accidentally identified Whistling Death, himself - not the soul-stealer of lore, but the Camotes Cart man slinging a confections of sweet potato and plantains. We ran smack into his cart on our way back to the hotel. I am told the whistle is the sound of childhood to a lot of locals, and not a harbinger of corporeal impermanence. I don’t see it.
Day 4 - Goodbye to Roma Norte… We awake on our last day and head to Toscano Roma for breakfast. Notable was the beet, orange, raspberry smoothie - I now put beets in smoothies at home. One last idle stroll. And off to the airport. See you next time, Mexico City. There’s so much to see. So much I missed. I will definitely be back. If only to dress well, admire the architecture, sample the haute cuisine, and practice my Spanish, in a grand city chock full of life, vitality, art and culture.
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Links:
Nima Local House - http://nimalocalhousehotel.com/
Roma Norte - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colonia_Roma#Roma_Norte_I
Licoria Limantour - https://www.yelp.com/biz/limantour-m%C3%A9xico-5
Huset - http://www.huset.mx/
Zocalo - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Z%C3%B3calo
La Frapp - https://www.facebook.com/pages/category/Coffee-Shop/La-Frapp-356500598031678/
Parque Espana - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Parque_Espa%C3%B1a
Milos - https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g150800-d2297923-Reviews-Milo_s_Bistro-Mexico_City_Central_Mexico_and_Gulf_Coast.html
Taqueria Orinoco - http://www.taqueriaorinoco.com/
El Moro - http://elmoro.mx/
Teotihuacan aka “The Pyramids” - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teotihuacan
Contramar - http://www.contramar.com.mx/
La Zaranda Miravalle -
Cabrera 7 -
Plaza Rio De Janeiro - https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plaza_R%C3%ADo_de_Janeiro
Cafe Toscano Roma - https://www.tripadvisor.com/Restaurant_Review-g150800-d3251109-Reviews-Cafe_Toscano-Mexico_City_Central_Mexico_and_Gulf_Coast.html
Down in Mexico, The Coasters - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ebl5Sx4zqYw
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An Opera on Separation - Chapter 13
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Summary: Emily’s relationship is on the rocks, but as far as Marietta Jones is concerned, the last word is still to be said on the matter. Will it be enough? Especially now that vultures roam to peck on the loves lost’s carcass.
Rating: T - Content not suitable for children.  Suitable for teens, 13 years and older, with minor suggestive adult themes.
Words: 1640
Notes: Today’s song, Kate Bush’s Suspended in Gaffa, holds a special place on my regard. I got third place back in 2016 with that on the SADF Cape Town Dance Open. So listen, and comment for my own sanity’s sakes, please.
Furthermore, I have another announcement. I placed Wildest Dreams’ sequel on temporary hold. I’m not sure I’ll finish it or if it’ll rot on the Purgatory, AKA my Documents folder, but the thing is I’m finishing a Chris fic, so...
The funniest thing is that I don’t even like The Freshman, and yet it seems to be everything I write about. I think that’s because the characters are so vain and unidimensional (they’re whiny millenials, after all), I have an easier time into molding them to suit my own evil purposes.
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Suspended in Gaffa
In the course of the following weeks, things seemed to settle with Emily, Queenie and Nathan.
They fell into a comfortable routine that allocated little time to pointless arguing between the three of them, and, not unlike every other morning, the young man was cooking breakfast, whistling while doing so.
“Good morning!” The youngest roommate walks into the kitchen, all smiles as often.
“Good morning, Emily!” He responded, in equal amount of cheerfulness, while flipping a pancake with a cheeky flair. “I’m almost done with your stack.”
She took a seat at the counter. “You’re on a great mood this morning.” She noted.
The blond took to an uncharacteristic move and chuckled heartily. “Yeah, I suppose I am.”
“Any special motives?” The redhead probes, appreciative of the enjoyable and non-conflictive new mood of her housemate.
“No, nothing special.” The man answers, and after a while, continues: “I don’t know, I just have so much free time these days. I’m caught up with my movies and books I’ve been wanting to read for years. I picked up squash again with Mr. Hibert, down at 4B. And I’m cooking! I love to cook, but I couldn’t even eat right back when I was working.”
The young woman smiled kindly at him. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.”
“I am very happy.” He nodded. “Today’s the last day of school, isn’t it?”
She shook her head. “Nah, the students get off today, but the teachers will have to wait until Friday to leave for the Winter break. We have exams and planning meetings to attend.”
“So you’re free this weekend?” He asks while settling the stack of pancakes in front of her.
“I have to grade the end-of-term tests for my students, but after that I’m completely free.” She responds. “And these pancakes are to die for!”
The fair-headed man smirks. “Thanks. And I was thinking of watching a stupid blockbuster on the big TV on the living room Saturday night. Would you care to join?”
The ginger tutted. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt if I didn’t finish it all on the first day of break. Sure, why not? Six works for you?”
He scoffed. “I’ll be sure to work it out on my busy, busy schedule.”
“Don’t you make a girl feel special?” She laughed of his comment.
The two of them continue to talk amicably until it was time for Emily to leave for school.
“Hello, Ms. Harper.” Marietta knocks on the door of the classroom while Emily got ready for lunch. “I wanted to have a word with you today. Could I walk you to the teacher’s lounge?”
“Of course.” She responded, wary of what could possibly be the subject of such conversation.
The two women walked out the room, Emily locked the door and Marietta begun to talk: “You see, Ms. Harper, I have been speaking with a few of your students about your classes.”
The redhead gasps softly in concern. “Is there something wrong? If there’s something I could do better, I would be more than happy to rectify my behaviour.”
The Caribbean woman laughed, dismissively. “Oh, no, not at all. Much the opposite, the students say they love your classes. I believe their words were ‘kind’, ‘patient’ and ‘smart’. You’ve made a great impression on them!”
Emily giggled in embarrassment. “They are great students, as well. I’m glad they like my teaching, especially for me being so inexperienced.”
“Experience is the one thing you can be sure it comes with time.” Ms. Jones smiles kindly. “Ms. Harper, I have to ask, what’s your plans for the next school year?”
“I’m not really sure.” She confessed. “I’m still trying to settle in New York and all the singledom and living with my mom again.”
The two educators reach the teachers’ lounge and take a seat over an unoccupied table.
The black woman, then, nods to the other’s declaration. “Well, I think you already know, but Mr. Smith of the English department is retiring in June. And the superintendent insists in sending the worse hires, we rarely take the long end of the stick with teachers around here.
“Which leads me to my question: would you be interested in teaching high school come August? You’ll receive a raise, of course, and you’ll have your own classroom. And…” She stops to think a little. “I guess those are all the benefits I can offer you.”
“But what about my GED classes?” The younger woman asks, concerned for them not having a Reading teacher in the coming year.
“That’s up to you. If you feel that you can handle the extra workload, then you can keep on teaching both levels. But if you prefer teaching high school only, you also may. The raise will be less generous, but you’ll still have enough hours to qualify for full-time.” The principal explains.
Emily, hearing that, smiles widely. “Well, then I’m in. I’d love to teach high school and GED classes next year.”
It seemed like a load got out of Marietta’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll contact the superintendent and inform him we’ll have a full English department next year, and you should talk to Mr. Smith about the transition.”
“Of course, ma’am.” The redhead nods.
“Moving on to lighter subjects,” The other woman smiles. “Who’s your Secret Santa?”
The white woman smirks. “Shouldn’t it be a secret?”
“I don’t do Secret Santa ever since a student thought it’d be funny to gift me a pair of lacy underwear.” She says, a hardness of an unfulfilled hatred shielding her eyes for an instant. “And I like knowing things before anyone else. Come on! Indulge a poor, old lady!”
Emily looks around to check if there was someone overhearing their conversation leans over and says: “Ms. Perth, from the Chemistry department.”
“She’s into cats. Try to find a porcelain statuette, she loves those.” Marietta responds and the two of them share a laugh.
It was then that Zig entered the room. He looked forlornly at Emily, who faced him with an equal expression of heartache.
Sensing the awkwardness, Marietta calls out: “Mr. Ortega! Why don’t you join us?”
He coughs. “I’m sorry, Ms. Jones, I just remembered I have to stop by the library to check on some books that arrived this week.”
“No, please, stay.” Emily stands up. “I’m already finished either way. Thanks, Ms. Jones, for your kind offer.”
She walks to the door, her perfume brushing Zig’s nose on her way out. He, then, occupies the seat left vacant by the woman.
“That was painfully awkward.” Marietta says, looking pointedly at the burly man next to her.
“Yeah, well, what can I do if she prefers to frolic around with her jailbait excuse for a husband?” He said, bitterly.
The woman rolled her eyes. “You can fight, for one. Last I understood, she made it very clear she wanted to be with you.”
“It’s useless.” He grumbles. “What frustrates me is that every time I am close to get the girl, down struts Nathan Sterling, the third,” The man sneers the filial name. “And messes everything up.”
“That’s enough, Zigmund Ortega!” Marietta hits with her fist against the table. “I forbid you to hold a pity party for yourself! You’re going to stand up, act your own age, and go after what you want right this instant!”
He looks disinterested at the older woman and drawls: “You got any ideas?”
“In fact, I do.” She fished a small slip of paper out of her pocket and shows it to reveal Emily’s name. “I rigged the Secret Santa. Congratulations, you drew Emily! Now go out and buy a nice present that shows her all your love and care. Now!”
Nathan was enjoying a nice cup of tea, brewed to perfection by his own two hands, while reading a light book. He was by himself at the apartment, and the tall floor made the traffic bellow sound like a soft white noise machine.
His peace, however, was soon to be destroyed by what seemed a wind gust running through the front door: “Emily hasn’t come home yet, has her?”
The man sighed. “No, Soraya, she has not.”
She smirked and pulled a small bunch of notes. “Here’s your cut for our little bake sale. The fatties loved your ‘fat-free’,” She used arrogant air-quotes. “chocolate croissants.”
The blond man laughed derisively. “Thank you, they flatter me with their voraciousness towards my cooking.”
“Speaking of which, how’s your Friday night?” Queenie walks over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle and Nathan trails behind.
“Nothing much.” He responds.
“Congratulations, then. You’ll win our TV back on a raffle I’m organizing.” The older woman smiles wickedly. “It’s for the poor children whose families can’t afford Christmas, see?”
“Of course.” He smirked and shook his head. “What about Emily, though?”
“Don’t worry about her.” She dismissed. “She’ll be on a Secret Santa party with the other teachers.”
Nathan grimaces with the thought and Queenie looks pointedly at him. “I know what you’re doing.”
He looks at her with his patented derisiveness. “What?”
“You’re trying to web Emily back with you.” The woman declared, hard and cold like steel. “I don’t know why, if you are competitive to the point you can’t see anyone else to be with what you once considered yours, or if you hate her and can’t stand to see her happy.
“What I do know, though, is that you’re not going to succeed. My daughter is trusting, na��ve and good. But she’s not stupid. You’ve done some terrible things, Nathan, and you don’t get to come back from that.”
He scoffed. “You’re wrong, Soraya.”
“Am I? Am I really?” She smirked and left the kitchen.
Nathan, now alone, contemplates the glass full with water laying abandoned on the counter.
Queenie was wrong.
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Narnia 7
Finally we come to The Last Battle. This one's really worth reading, so do consider not being spoilered...
This is the Apocalypse of John. It is also the story of an evil Ape and a not-very-smart Donkey, who stumble upon a lion pelt. The Ape forms a plan to take over Narnia by having the Donkey, called Puzzle, dress up as Aslan. Puzzle is so bumbling that one commentator calls him an invincibly ignorant Antichrist.
The Ape starts preaching the Good News of Aslan's return. As it turns out, the first piece of Good News is Socialism:
"No, no, no," howled the Beasts. "It can't be true. Aslan would never sell us into slavery to the King of Calormen."
[the Ape replies...]
"Who said anything about slavery? You won't be slaves. You'll be paid - very good wages too. That is to say, your pay will be paid into Aslan's treasury and he will use it for everybody's good."
Another piece of Good News is liberal theology:
"Please," said the Lamb. "I can't understand. What have we to do with the Calormenes? We belong to Aslan. They belong to Tash. They have a god called Tash. They say he has four arms and the head of a vulture. They kill Men on his altar."
[the Ape replies...]
"Tash is only another name for Aslan. All that old idea of us being right and the Calormenes wrong is silly. We know better now. The Calormenes use different words but we all mean the same thing. Tash and Aslan are only two different names for you know Who."
Apparently rather desperate for aid, the Narnian King summons Eustace and Jill from Earth, and they manage to apprehend Puzzle, the fake Lion. They immediately set about spreading the Good News that the previous Good News was actually Fake Good News! And that Aslan is not actually a tyrant! Unfortunately, some people are now so cynical about Good News in general that they become suspicious of all Good News Journalism:
"You must think we're blooming soft in the head, that you must," said Griffle. "We've been taken in once and now you expect us to be taken in again the next minute. We've no more use for stories about Aslan, see!"
C.S. Lewis; prophet; I keep saying it.
Meanwhile the Ape has his own problems. His confederates - a Cat and a Human - are talking behind his back:
"Noble Tarkaan," said the Cat in that silky voice of his. "I just wanted to know exactly what we both meant today about Aslan meaning no more than Tash."
"Doubtless, most sagacious of cats," said the other, "you have perceived my meaning."
"You mean," said Ginger, "that there's no such person as either."
This little exchange of blasphemies helps them to trust each other, and so they start a sort of globalist atheist conspiracy to sideline the Ape and run things from the shadows. They desire a single worldwide religion to placate the masses, but it doesn't matter much which one. As the atheist conspiracy proceeds, events are racing ahead of everyone. While Narnian morale is lowest, the Narnian capital falls to a well-timed Calormen attack.
Meanwhile, the real Tash is making his preparations; but is Aslan, also? Offscreen, the Cat Ginger has an experience that scares him witless. We later learn that he has seen Tash (I much preferred the idea that he had seen Aslan.) This doesn't quite mesh with his worldview.
Anyway, events come to a head and Judgement Day truly begins. While this goes about how you might expect, the interesting part is the story of Emeth, who is a sort of righteous pagan. I quoted his story some months ago but it's exceptionally beautiful; you should read it.
We are told something about Heaven, or the Kingdom of God, or whatever is the new land our people find themselves in. Here Lewis accomplishes the rare feat in literature of making Heaven sound like a place you might like to go to.
11/10, one of the best books I ever read.
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50 Unusual Questions
1-What is the colour of your hairbrush?
It has a wooden handle, so... light honey brown I guess?
2-A food you never eat?
I'll eat pretty much everything but I hate peppers.
3- Are you typically too warm or too cold?
Too cold :/ my circulation is probably shit, and I hate it cause I get really cold if I study for too long without getting up which I do way to much
4-What were you doing 45 minutes ago?
Finally getting out of bed, lol
5-What is your favourite candy bar? 
Kinder bueno I think? I fucking love any kinder chocolate bars, there's also the one with puffed rice in it? Delicious.
6-Have you ever been to a professional sports event? 
Surprisingly enough I have! I've seen a couple hockey games of the ones that play in the city nearby, and the opening game of women's world cup when it was in Germany a while back- it was Canada against Germany. Also I've watched the 2010 winter paralympic slalom, which was really neat even if I froze my ass off.
7-What is the last thing you said out loud?
Probably something to my dad about him taking lampchops out as a celebration of both my sister and I finishing the school year. Something like, "yeah sounds good"
8-What is your favourite ice cream? 
Matcha or mango, absolutely love those.
9-What was the last thing you had to drink? 
This botched dirty chai latte, we didn't have any milk left so it's more just chai tea, a expresso shot and a bunch of condensed milk. It's pretty good I guess.
10-Do you like your wallet?
Yeah it's ok, like it fits money in it and I have been meaning to get a new one that's leather with more pouches since its more of a coin purse then anything. It does have an owl on it tho which is cool.
11-What was the last thing you ate? 
Apple cinnamon left over porridge! I dumped in this walnut apple raisin sauce mic thing we made for crepes a little while back and it was really good
12-Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? 
Nope. Haven't bought really anything since covid started other then embroidery thread I guess.
13-The Last sporting event you watched?
No idea honestly. I don't really watch a lot of sports
14-What is your favourite flavour of popcorn?
Probably salt and vinger or white cheddar. Depends on if I'm going for more zangy or sweet flavour
15-Who was the last person you sent a text message to?
Malaurie, a friend I met while I lived in Brazil.
16-Ever go camping?
Yup! My family loves to go wilderness camping on my home territory so we usually go for a week every summer. We rarely tho actually use and go to those 'proper' campsites where you have to pay and they actually have facilities. If you need to pee then you can enjoy it the way we used to do thousands of years ago.
17-Do you take vitamins?
Occasionally, like my sister takes vitamins so I'll sometimes eat hers, but I don't go out of my way to have them.
18-Do you go to church every Sunday?
Not really, my family is religious but I have a lot of difficulties with the church we go to and the church in general. Sometimes I still go cause my parents still think I'm Christian (I don't really know what I am or believe at this time) and they'd be really disappointed if I told them I'm not.
19-Do you have a tan? 
Not really? I probably have a bit of one since I really like being out for walks and gardening but I also wear a lot of clothing still currently so it's probably only on my hands and face if I do.
20-Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? 
Oh man, honestly probably Chinese food. I love ethnic food and I rarely actually have Chinese food so I like to have it when I can, although I always feel terrible afterwards since I love the sweet dishes. I eat a lot more pizza so it's less preferred I guess hahaha.
21-Do you drink your soda with a straw? 
No, straws and bubbly drink are always kinda wierd. If it's like, not very bubbly then it's ok with a straw but otherwise no. Only fancy drinks gets straws for me.
22-What color socks do you usually wear?
I have a bunch of different sock colours but they're all pretty much neutral toned, so grey's, purples and blues. My favourite socks tho are these socks that says I fucking love it out here in a speech bubble coming from the middle of a forest since it's a mood.
23-Do you ever drive above the speed limit?
Yup. The speed limits where I live are really slow I find.
24-What terrifies you? 
I guess being forgotten by all those I love. I'm not that bothered by a lot of the common fears people have oddly enough. I don't particularly care for maggots but I also find them fascinating in a way.
25-Look to your left, what do you see? 
Shower curtain :/ I'm currently in my bathroom, rip.
26-What chore do you hate?
I don't really hate certain chores? I find it soothing to clean and it's only really when someone is pissing me off and I'm stressed and have other things I need to do that I don't like cleaning. But I do hate dealing with anything money wise so I hate dealing with banks when I have to and that's kinda a chore?
27-What do you think of when you hear and Australian Accent? 
Australia I guess? The outback? I dunno I'm also not that good at distinguishing accents so I might think it's like English, rip.
28-What’s your favourite soda? 
Ginger ale probably, or iced tea. I don't really like soda as I find it too sweet.
29-Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? 
Drive through, although it depends on what situation it is. But majority of time drive through.
30-Favourite cut of beef? 
I don't really know the cuts of beef so I can't really say. But sirloin steak is always really good when barbequed rare and with spices on it so I'll go with that.
31-Who’s the last person you talked to? 
My sister, and Amy who runs a research station. I was just on a call about going up to the research station to help with field work (were both going to have to do two week quarantine).
32-Last Song you listened to? 
Fool for Love by Lord Huron
33-Last Book you read?
I haven't finished it yet but the Master and Margarita by Mikhail bulgakov. It's a lot funnier then I was expecting, and I recommend it if you need a read (I'm used to really dry Russian authors)
34-Favorite Day of the week?
Hm not sure. I like Wednesdays on principle (don't know why) but I'm actuality it's probably Friday.
35-Can you say the alphabet backwards?
Absolutely not.
36-How do you like your coffee? 
If I'm having coffee it's with a fuck ton of sugar or in something else.
37-Favorite pair of shoes?
Currently these knock-off blundstones since I can just slip em on and theyre decent looking and decent for doing anything in. But I have a pair of fluevog boots and I love those as well.
38-At what time do you normally go to bed? 
Currently between 1am-3am. It's not a good schedule.
39-At what time do you normally get up?
9-10 ish, depending on how motivated I am and the weather.
40-What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? 
Neither. I see a lot more sunsets cause I get up really late usually, so I guess when I do see sunrises it's more special. So actually those I guess.
41-How many blankets are on your bed? 
I have a big duvet and a smaller throw squished against the wall for my cat to sleep on.
42-Describe your kitchen plates? 
Ikea white cream round and kinda bulky. We also have older bone white thinner round plates and other thinner ones with dark red print showing a hunting scene. The last two we don't have many left of tho.
43-Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? 
Probably wine actually, red or white both is good I really enjoy cocktails as well but I don't have them as much. Although we have a maple liqour that I'm really enjoying recently before bed.
44- Do you play cards?
Not a lot recently. I really do enjoy playing tho, and when I've lived communally I've always played a lot of cards.
45- What colour is your car?
I don't have one but I kinda share one with my sister and it's a cherry red convertible smart car lol.
46-Can you change a tire?
I've done it before a while ago, so I think I could?
47-What is your favourite state/providence?
Where I live hands down, sorry everywhere else. So British Columbia the good old PNW.
48-Favourite job you’ve ever had?
Uhhhh probably when I made an animation for a art gallery involving my indigenous heritage and rights. That was really an amazing opportunity and I even got paid for it.
49-How did you get your biggest scar?
I was younger and was jumping on my omas bed and fell and cut open my head so I have a big scar on the back of my head that doesn't grow any hair. I had to get helicoptered out since my oma lives in a remote area where you can only get out my boat or my plane/helicopter. I don't remember any of it tho.
50-What did you do today that made someone else happy? 
I guess I was discussing with my sister about her sweater she wants to buy, and was more excited about going to the field station then earlier.
I tag @timugamaileilani and @petrichordragon and anyone who also wants to do this!
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