#HANDED IN MY BACHELORS DISSERTATION TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

itisannak · 2 years ago

Text

Rose-Colored Glasses, Vol.2, Part 6: New York, Zurich, London (Sugar Daddy!Harry Styles)

Summary: (Y/N) has some major career choices to make. Harry takes her along on an investors' tour, and they have a big discussion about their relationship. The penultimate part. This is an NSFW story. If you feel uncomfortable reading content like this one, feel free to scroll through my Masterlist to find something you might like. (Smut / Teasing/ Oral Sex; Female Receiving / Breeding Kink / Semi-Public Sex) (Words: 8.4k) Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

It has been about a year since that conversation with Harry. Another Christmas went by, with everyone's eyes glued on my ring finger, to find out whether Harry popped the question or not. It is not just his family and our friends anymore. Every time I accompany him to business dinners or trips, every time I visit his office, everyone is looking at my hands, scanning for a sparkling stone on that finger. At first, I was getting annoyed, and frustrated at the invasion of privacy. But now it is just funny, everyone is so obsessed with our relationship, so amazed by the fact Harry is in the longest relationship of his life -at least by Lita's sayings.

"Well, I will be damned..." I hear a familiar voice from the entrance of the design room. I have been helping from the game studio's headquarters lately, so I have been meeting with a lot of people. I raise my gaze to find Chimera, my old professor from my bachelor years. "Professor Fisher... It is so good to see you again. How have you been?" I ask her, leaving my pad on the desk to walk toward her. "I have been fine, Ms. (Y/L/N). Last I heard of you, you were moving out of New York." She shakes my hand. "Yes, but now I am back. I apologize for not attending our meeting all the way back." "The past is in the past, (Y/N). Tell me, what are you doing here?" She asks me. "I help with the gameplay dialogues and info, check the validity of information, you know, putting my knowledge to any use I can." I explain to my old professor who is now looking at me as if she is scanning me, looking for any excuse to judge me. "I see." "What are you doing here? This is the last place I expected to see you." I ask her. "The studio wants to recruit one of my students, apparently as your assistant, as part of their dissertation. As the head of the department, I had to check this place out." She replies. "Oh, that is amazing. I could use some help around here. And I am glad I will get to work with a fellow NYU student." I smile at her. "Now that I have found you, what about we go grab some lunch and discuss how you like it here? Maybe we can have that meeting we didn't have all this time back." She suggests. I check my wristwatch, seeing that I have at least 45 minutes until my lunch break. "I will have to ask my supervisor if I can have my break a bit earlier." I smile and point to the supervisor's office.

"What's up with you today?" Chrissy asks, pulling out a lace bodycon from the rack and holding it before my body. "Hm?" I realize that I have been holding onto the same pair of satin panties for the last 10 minutes, mindlessly feeling the smoothness of the fabric in my hand. "I am asking what is going on inside your head... You are off today. What is so much more interesting than lingerie shopping?" She chuckles. "I saw Chimera today... Professor Fisher." I state, placing the pair of panties in my shopping basket. "You did? And what, she sucked the life out of you?" She asks jokingly. "No... I mean, she was actually very nice. She bought me lunch." "Well, I mean, she always liked you. You were her little teacher's pet." She teases me, knowing that I am dying to hear praise from any authoritative figure. "Still, she was very difficult to deal with, you remember." "Anyways, is that the reason you are off today? Because Chimera bought you lunch?" She asks with a scoff. "I was supposed to have a meeting with her when I got back from Italy." I explain, avoiding eye contact. "(Y/N), baby. I love you, but I can't keep pressing you to extract information. You have to be the one to tell me if you want to let it out." She comments and I sigh. "She wanted to suggest I start my Ph.D. back then. She said that my research project was riveting for a bachelor student and that skills and insights like mine should not be limited to developing a mobile game. She said that if I am up for it, I can apply tomorrow morning and start next week because she will vouch for me." "(Y/N), baby... That is amazing. Oh my God, I am so proud of you, but oh, oh so jealous. You should be celebrating, not sulking." She encourages me, hugging me in celebration. "What are you thinking? Are you doing it?" She asks me. I sigh, feeling my eyes brimming with tears. "I can't afford it. I have to pay off my student loan. She said we could look for partial funding, but it is not enough for me to not go into complete debt with my current salary." I reply, feeling a tightness in my stomach. I really, really want this, but I can't have it. "Why... Why are you not... asking Harry for money? He would be more than happy to help, you know that." She suggests. "We made it very clear when we first got back together that he will not treat me like a sugar baby again." "Yeah, ok. But this is not like that and you know it." "It will feel like that to me. I won't even tell him about meeting with Chimera today. And I'll just forget about it. I have to focus on other things either way." I reply and she looks at me with a furrow on her brow. "Other things?" "I mean the game. I'd tell you if I had to plan a wedding, don't worry." I roll my eyes, showing her my still-ringless ring finger. She just hums and places the bodycon in my basket, moving to the next rack. "You know, sometimes I feel like your personal Barbie doll. You dress me up and then send me home for Harry to enjoy." "I am on his payroll for exactly that reason." She jokes. "That explains a lot, actually." I mumble and follow right behind her.

It has not been easy for me to move past this. I have always thought of myself as a scholar, as a person active in the field of research, someone who helps the next generations understand art a little better, and a person who helps all those stories behind artworks to be told to the world. So it is not easy for me to kick away this opportunity.

"Sunshine, you are still not ready?" Harry asks, emerging from the closet. He is trying to fix the cufflinks on his shirt's sleeves but he is struggling, so I gesture for him to come closer so I can do it for him. "I am not really feeling well. I think I am staying home tonight. Give my apologies to the company." I murmur, fixing the little decorations on his crisp, white shirt. "What is it, princess? You have been under the weather for a while now. Have you been to the doctor?" "It's fine, it's just tiredness." I assure him. I don't like lying to him, and I certainly don't enjoy watching him worry about me, but it is not really a lie. I am feeling sick, and being with his nosy business partners will not help me feel better. "Baby, have you... Have you taken a test?" He asks me. I can sense some hope in his voice. He has expressed that he wants us to have a family, but we have agreed to not rush it or force it. It will come in its own time. "A test?" I ask him. "A pregnancy test." He clarifies and I chuckle. "Harry, I am not pregnant." I hate to crush his hopes. "Are you sure? I can ask Vinny to bring you one." He offers and I nod. "I am sure. I had my period 10 days ago, remember?" I ask and he huffs. "I am just tired. I am sorry." I smile softly at him, running my thumb over his knuckles. "I'll cancel tonight. I'll stay with you, cook you a healthy soup, and we will sit and watch something on the telly." He begins unbuttoning his shirt but I stop him. "No. You should go. I will be fine for a couple of hours. I'll drink some tea, take a melatonin gummy, and go to bed. Tomorrow I'll feel better." I assure him, standing up to give him a short kiss. "Are you sure about that?" He asks me and I nod my head. "I will be fine, baby. I just need to rest. Go, have fun. I will see you during breakfast." "If you need anything, just call me." "I know." "I mean it. I will keep my phone on." "Okay, Harry. Now go, don't be late for dinner." "Fine. I am going. Oh, I can leave Vinny here. Just in case you need anything. He suggests but I shake my head no. "I will be fine on my own, Harry. But thank you for being so considerate." It is sweet of him, I can't lie. "Alright. I'll try to get out of it as soon as possible. Bye, baby. I hope you feel better soon." He moves out of the door hesitantly, leaving me alone in the empty house.

A knock on my office's door brings me out of my zone, stopping my typing mid-sentence. Harry stares at me through the glass door, waving at me happily. I smile and gesture for him to enter, watching him as he tries to open the door with his body. "I come bearing gifts." He announces as he walks in. And he truly does. A bouquet of fresh daisies, a large, brown paper bag from our favorite takeout place, and a smaller bag from the french patisserie near his office, all carried by him and placed on top of my desk. "This is a surprise." I state, standing up from my chair to hug him. I know that the glass door and the window divider don't give us much privacy, but I don't mind being seen hugging my man. "Is it a pleasant one?" He asks me and I hum. "Always. What are you doing here?" I ask him, inviting him to take a seat on the small, 2-seat leather couch in the corner of the room. My office is not as impressive as his, it is way smaller, way less private, and more minimalistic than his, but at least it is all mine. "You haven't visited my office in a while. So I thought I should pay my busy girlfriend a visit." He starts taking the takeout out of the bag. "You know I have been swamped lately, bub. And you see me at home all the time. Is that not enough for you? You'll wound up tired of me in the end." I joke as he hands me a lunchbox. "It will never be enough for me, no matter how many hours a day I see you. I just wished I would see you happier a lot more often." He hands me a travel mug with coffee, my usual fragrant cappuccino feeling warm in my hand, despite the isolation of the mug. "I've been feeling a bit off lately, that's all. I'll get better once spring takes over." I try to make up an excuse, but Harry is smarter than that, he doesn't buy it.

"Why didn't you tell me about the Ph.D. offer?" He asks me, sitting across from me on the couch. Well, due to the size of the furniture, we are pretty much one upon another. "Harry..." I don't know what to tell him. I didn't even realize he knew that much. "(Y/N)..." He insists, prying my head up with his pointer and middle finger. "Chrissy told you?" I ask him. "Only after I told her how miserable you've been lately. She is worried about you. I am worried about you. I thought you wanted to break up with me and didn't know how to tell me." He explains. "Harry, no. Of course not. I just... I can't afford to do it now. So what use would there be telling you? I wanted to suppress it, I wanted to forget it even happened." I admit, fidgeting with my rings. "If there is one thing I learned from therapy is that the more you suppress things, the stronger they return when they resurface. You can't ignore a smoke alarm, the fire will catch up to you. Yes, you wanted to suppress it, but it took away your happiness." "Ok, yeah. It happened. But even now, nothing has changed. I still can't do it, and now you know about it, so every time you'll look at me, you'll pity me." I sound frustrated, more so than I thought I would. "Is this Ph.D. something you want to do? Is it something that will bring happiness back to my favorite person?" He asks me and I sigh. I simply nod my head, biting my lip to stop myself from crying. "Then you should go ahead and do it." "You know I don't get paid enough to pay off my student debt and start a Ph.D." I chuckle and he scoffs. "I'll fund it." He states. "Harry, no. We have agreed you wouldn't treat this as a business deal. This is precisely why I didn't want you to know in the first place." I try to sound definite about this and cut this option off completely, but Harry remains calm and just looks at me until I am calm enough to listen to what he has to say. "I am not doing this to control you. I am not doing this to own you, or because I want you to feel in debt to me. I am doing this because this is the sort of thing you do for the person you love. I love you. And if this is going to bring the smile back to your face, I am going to pay ten times the fucking tuition." "What if we break up?" I ask him and he tilts his head to the side. "Are you planning on breaking up with me, (Y/L/N)?" He asks me. "Of course not, Harry. But shit happens, you never know. You might get bored of me, you might be the one who will want to break up." "(Y/N), baby... I will never get bored of you. I don't ever plan on breaking up with you. And believe me, if you ever decide to break up with me, the last thing I will care about will be the money. So, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), do this sad, sad man a favor and apply for the Ph.D., because every second I don't see the light in your eyes, I lose my happiness too." He takes my hand in his, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss on it. I smile and nod, moving closer to him to press a kiss on his lips. "I don't know how I will ever repay you." I whisper. He strokes my face softly, looking at me for a moment, staring deep into my eyes. "Love me. It is enough for me. Love me, because your love makes me a better person, and it makes the darkness go away. So, just... Love me." He states, stroking his thumb over my cheek. I nod my head, feeling finally ready to burst into tears. I have been holding myself for a while, trying to deny the pain I have been feeling. But now I can finally let go, I can finally admit how painful this has been for me.

"Is that the necklace I got you back when we first met?" Harry asks me, holding up the chain with the rose-gold plated dove necklace. I am currently finishing packing up for our trip to Europe, for an investors' tour. Harry is checking the jewelry I have packed for the trip, bored out of his mind now that he has finished with his own obligations. "It is." I smirk, looking at the dainty necklace. "You still got it?" He asks and I nod my head at him. "I thought it had long been buried in Arlington's grounds." "It is way too pretty to be buried." I reply. He hums, closing the box and placing it back into my luggage. "I hope this one is not packed to be worn in public..." He holds up a lace teddy, a baby pink, nearly transparent one, which of course Chrissy chose for me, but I couldn't agree more that I have to wear this. "Oh, this one? This one is for dinner with your parents... This, the pair of gladiator lace-up Amina Mauddi high heels you got me for Valentine's, and the silk romp Chrissy got me for Christmas... The perfect outfit for the in-laws, don't you think?" I ask him, folding in half the protective fabric bag that has one of my formal dresses inside, and placing it in my suitcase. "For the in-laws?" He asks, cheerful about the phrase I used to describe his parents. "I meant your family." "You said the in-laws, though..." He teases, walking closer to me. "I meant your family, Harry. Don't make too much of it." I scoff and he shakes his head at me. "You said the in-laws..." He grabs me by the waist, pulling me close to his body. "You said the in-laws." "Harry..." "No, no, no. Don't ruin it for me now... You said the in-laws. Which means, you are thinking of me as your husband. Tell me, (Y/N)... Are you thinking of me as your husband, baby? Are you thinking of becoming my wifey, Ms. (Y/L/N)?" He asks me, gently pushing me onto our bed. "I have to finish packing... Or else the teddy will be worn during a business dinner." I giggle. He pins my hands onto the mattress, hovering above me as he smiles. "Don't threaten me, 'cause I will call Gemma and have her send a dozen outfits to Switzerland before we land." He teases me, leaning down to bury his face in my neck. "Harry, I have a shitload of things to do." I purr, but Harry knows better than to back away. "You wanna be called Mrs. Harry Styles, baby? Cause I can arrange that... Pretty much right now." He nudges his nose on my sweetspot, causing me to sigh at the sound of his last name as mine. "Harry, baby..." "Oh, I know, I know... You want me to put a baby inside you, hm... You want that even more, don't you?" He asks, letting go of my hands and raising the hem of my sweater until it is off my body. "I just want you." I admit, succumbing to the way his lips are working on my skin. "I knew that already, baby. If you could, you would have me fuck your tight little cunt all the damn time, wouldn't you?" He asks me, moving his hands now to take off my biker shorts. "I bet this little pussy of yours is already soaked, isn't it sweetheart? Just imagine how much needier you will be with those pregnancy hormones. Fuck, we will have to build a bed in my office for our little mid-day meetings." He toys with the hem of my panties, grazing the very tip of his finger over my bikini line and sending shivers all over my body. "Damn, your impregnation kink... You know, rich guys tremble at the idea of producing spawns with random women, in case they demand a fortune for their paternity." I manage to gather enough coherence to tease him. "You've taken all logic out of my brain, princess. I don't care if I am left with a single penny after I put a baby inside you." "Now, do you want me to put a baby deep inside you? Do you want me to put a baby right here?" He asks me, kissing my lower stomach. "Yes, please, daddy." I moan, feeling his hot breath on my skin. "How much do you want me?" He asks me, lowering his lips until they rest on my still-clothed mound. "I want you so much, I can't even find the words. Please... Look how messy you've made me." I groan and Harry chuckles. "Oh, princess... But you have to pack your luggage." He slithers away, smirking victoriously. "You little shit." I protest, nearly jumping up from the bed. "Weren't you the one protesting that you have to finish packing?" He asks cockily, walking into the bathroom with a toiletry bag in hand, whistling a tune in faux-mindlessness. "Get back here, Styles." I groan, folding my arms before my chest. "We have to finish packing, sunshine. Get back to it." He sounds too smug for my liking like he knows he won this round. Fuck, this is the last time I play hard to get when I want him that bad.

"I can't believe I won't see you for 3 whole weeks." Chrissy sighs before pouting at me. I roll my eyes playfully, knowing how dramatic she is right now. "Chrissy, we have gone way longer without seeing each other." "Not since you moved back to New York..." She mumbles. "I'll bring you Swiss chocolates to make up for the lost time." "Bitch, you keep your Swiss chocolates. You'd better bring me a Swiss watch." I laugh at her comment, earning looks from the jet's crew who are impatiently waiting for me to hang up. "I'll do my best. Chrissy, baby, I gotta hang up. We are preparing for takeoff and I need to switch to airplane mode." "Fine. Stay safe, call me when you land." She demands. "I don't know what time it is going to be here when we land there, honey." "I don't care... You call me. Love you, be ok." She greets me. It is adorable how much she worries about me, it makes me feel like someone has my back.

I would be lying if I said I don't get why she is so worried; the last time I left for so long with Harry, it was for that trip to Italy, and we all remember how that went. Of course, Harry and I have traveled abroad again since we got back together. But it is the first time we are going to be gone for so long. And it is the first time we are traveling for business. I can feel the nervousness in my stomach, and a burn in the back of my nose. It feels awful, and I am glad I share the feeling with Chrissy, because Harry seems on cloud nine, completely in his own fucking world, and not too bothered by what is clearly on my mind.

I put my phone on airplane mode and grab my journal -a beautiful recycled leather journal that Chrissy got me for my research-, and my laptop. With around 80 academic journals, articles, and pdfs, I have enough to entertain myself during the long flight, the long trip to be honest.

"We are all set." Harry announces, plopping down on his seat. The comfortable seats allow me to sit fully curled on mine, my laptop resting on my lap. I know it is not the best position to study in, and I will soon have to change it, but for now, it will have to do. "When are we taking off?" I ask and he chuckles. "Eager to get up high, sunshine?" He asks me with a soft smile. "Not really. I am just craving coffee and I know they are supposed to serve us after takeoff." "Oh, they are not?" He asks as he motions for a flight attendant to approach us. "Can you please bring us some coffee? The pretty lady over there needs a caffeine boost, she is an academic..." He comments, looking at me adoringly. I cock an eyebrow at him, opening my laptop to access the folder. "Right away, sir." The flight attendant smiles and walks to the front to execute Harry's request "You didn't have to do that. And I am not an academic." I mumble and he chuckles. "You are a Ph.D. candidate, correct? And you wanted some coffee, right? We are passengers on this flight, we can have some coffee." He states. I just hum, focusing my gaze on the text before me. "Is someone a little pissy today?" He asks me, leaving his seat and walking towards me. "Nope." "Oh my God. Are you mad at me?" He asks me with a sly smirk. "That I am." I admit. "Look at my perfect doll, owning up to how she feels... I am so proud of you." He licks his lips, sitting on the arm of my seat. "Aren't you going to ask why I am mad at you?" I ask him and he shakes his head, stroking the side of my face. "Oh, I know why already..." He scoffs. The flight attendant brings a tray with coffee and paraphernalia. "Oh, you do? So tell me, Harry, the all-knowing, why am I mad at you?" I ask him, peaking at the pot of coffee to avoid eye contact with his smug, stupid face. "It is because I haven't fucked you in the last 4 days, isn't it? Your little cunt is so wet, desperate, and hungry for my cock that you've turned horniness into anger. You crave me so much that you are pissed you can't have me." He states. My eyes dart straight to the flight attendant, who backs away with wide eyes. "People can hear you, you know..." I mumble, but Harry seems to not care. "I am telling the truth, am I not?" He asks me. "Yes, yes... I am pissed at you for not fucking me, Harry. You have been teasing me for days now, and you have been leaving me high and dry. How is that fair? You know, it reminds me of the stupid bet we had last year before Christmas... And if I remember, we both did not like that time of our life." I clench my jaw, making Harry chuckle at me. He grips my chin, making me look at him and calm down from my fluster. "4 days without my cock inside you and you are spiraling... Oh, dove... I should have known how desperate my wife gets without feeling me inside her." He teases me. "I am not your wife." I protest and he hums. "From all I said, you chose to protest the wife part... Interesting." He states and I shrug. "I want you to count 75 minutes from when we take off. After 75 minutes, I want you to get up and head to the bathroom, wait for me there... I promise you, I am going to make it up to you for the dry spell." "We are not having sex on this plane." "Yes, we are. I have always wanted to join the mile-high club. And now, I have the most perfect partner to do so. So, we either do it in the bathroom, or I take you right here, with only a lap blanket hiding what this mean, big man is doing to this sweet, little angel." He cocks an eyebrow at me, expecting an answer. Despite the idea of him fucking me before everyone's eyes is turning me on to the point I have to press my thighs together, I am way too shy to ever do that. "Fine. 75 minutes." "Until then, I want you to focus on your bibliography." He reaches for the pot, pours me a cup of coffee, and hands it to me. "You are a huge dick, Styles." I roll my eyes, taking the first sip of coffee. "Oh, I know that." He winks at me, moving back to his seat.

I could not stand still while waiting for time to pass. I thumped my pencil on my journal countless times until I filled a page with random lines from thumping. What was worse was that Harry seemed too focused on his tablet, not even throwing me an accidental look. I hate that he looks so casual when I know he burns for me.

I followed his instructions down to the very last word. I took my refreshing cosmetics pouch that I had packed in my backpack for a touchup before landing and headed to the bathroom, which seems way more spacious than the ones on commercial flights. Of course, Harry had to tease me, making me long for him even more. He calls it delayed gratification, I call it torture.

A knock on the door, and then my heart pounding that someone might need the bathroom, and I got excited over nothing. "(Y/N), baby... It's Harry. Let me in so I can help you. Is it your travel sickness again?" He asks me from the other side of the door. I am confused, eyebrows furrowed together, but I decide to play along without phrasing my bewilderment. I open the door for him, allowing him inside the bathroom which now feels not-so-spacious. "Since when do I get travel sickness?" I ask him once he locks the door. "Since we need a cover. I needed a reason to join you. Would you rather if I said morning sickness?" He asks me, gently cornering me against the wall. One hand rests on my waist, the other on my face, and he is looking at me with a dominant expression. I love that expression, I love it on Harry and Harry only. "Smart, Styles..." I comment with a soft smile. "Just creative, dove. Very creative when it comes to pleasuring my wife." "Not your wife..." I comment and he smirks. "Right, not yet." He states, slipping his hand into my culottes. I gasp when his fingers find their way to my panties, toying with my cunt that is still covered by the thin, cotton undergarment. "Oh, look...My favorite cunt is so wet, it has a damp patch already." He chuckles and coos, rubbing his fingers along my slit. "Are you here to tease me, Styles?" I ask him, too desperate to even try to hide it. "Part of my job description is that, yeah..." He states, kissing the nape of my neck. "Styles..." "Styles..." He repeats at me, making me roll my eyes at him. "I go by (Y/L/N)." I remind him and he scoffs. "You'll go by Styles, just for me..." He kneels on the floor before me, lowering my bottoms along my panties. "Just for you?" I ask him, feeling his breath on my thighs. "Just for me. Only I will be allowed to call you Mrs. Styles. Mrs. Harry Styles. Deal, baby?" "Deal." I whimper as he fixes my leg onto his shoulder, allowing him access to my sex. "That's my good girl. Mon soleil. And now, I am going to reward you." He goes straight in, his tongue lapping up my sex, circling on the tip of my clit obnoxiously slow.

I know I have to keep quiet because there is no soundproofing in this shoebox of a bathroom. I know that a few feet from us are top executives of Harry's corporation. I also know that what we are doing is technically illegal. I know all that, and still, all I want to do is scream at the top of my lungs how good his mouth is at pleasuring me. I feel my heartbeat in my stomach and I can tell that it will only take a couple of seconds for the whole plane to hear me beg for more if I don't do anything to shut myself up. So I press my hand against my mouth, biting it until I feel my teeth leave marks on my skin. Harry moans lowly, enjoying himself as he savors me and sends vibrations to my sex. The sensation travels all across my spine, making my scalp tingle. "Harry..." I call for his attention. In return, he brings his gaze to meet mine, his beautiful, bright, green gaze fully on me. "I need you inside me." I beg, as quietly as I can. I need him, I need to feel him, all of him before I burst. "Oh, no, sunshine... We are having the main course when we land. Now it is just a little treat, a small preview." He kisses my inner thigh as he speaks, using his fingers in lieu of his mouth, pumping 2 fingers inside me. "But I need you... And is it really the mile-high club if it is just oral?" I ask him, my hand traveling to his curls. "I am sure the club's board won't be upset." He states, his mouth joining his fingers in pursuit of my high.

I understand there is no point in begging him for more now. He is going to give me what he has been planning to give me, and Harry is not one to go against his plans. Well, he wasn't, until he met me. And since then, he has been persistently failing to keep up with the precalculated path. We were not supposed to have sex, and then he succumbed to my seduction. He was not supposed to fall for me, yet he couldn't move on after we broke up. He was not supposed to wait for me, and yet he changed himself in preparation for my comeback. We were not meant to become addicted to each other, but here we are, unable to spend a day apart. "Deeper, please. Please, Harry." I mumble, sufficing to just the feeling of his fingers in that spot deep inside me. He seems to follow my wish, dipping his fingers knuckles deep inside me. "Are you going to cum in my mouth, sunshine?" He asks me, only parting from my sex momentarily. "I don't think I will be able to keep quiet. Edge me." It hurts me physically to ask for that, but we have no option. "Oh, no, honey. You are cumming for me. I don't care if everyone hears how good I eat this beautiful cunt." He uses his free hand to grab onto my hips and keep me there as he brings me to my breaking point. My sex glues to his face as I reach my spine-chilling high, eyes shutting tightly as I bite onto my palm. "There is my delicious girl... God, look at my honey, look how good she looks when she cums." Harry stands up, pressing me against the wall as he brings his lips to mine. "Do you think we are going to get arrested?" I ask, cradling his face softly in my hand. "For what?" He asks back. "For fucking in public..." "No one knows. And if they did, they would have burst in to stop us. We'll be fine, my love." He assures me, kissing the tip of my nose.

"You look so hot in just a towel..." Harry whispers in my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You think I look hotter without it." I chuckle, scrunching my hair with the microfibre towel. "Look who's turned cocky." He turns my head, bringing his lips to mine. "All the worshipping you do has finally gotten to my head." "Objective completed then." He peels the towel off my body, letting it fall on the floor. "Harry, we have dinner with Gemma in an hour. " I remind him as his hand snakes down to my sex. "Yeah, I remember that." He rubs his fingers in circles on my clit, slowly inching them down to collect some wetness from my entrance. "I have to get ready for it. And you are a distraction, currently." "Oh, I am a distraction? Like you were when you wore that high-slit gown for dinner with the Dewis family?" He asks me, still moving his fingers slowly. "Oh, is that it?" I ask him, using my teasing voice, just to get on his nerves a little more. "All fucking night, all I could think of was your fucking pussy. And you made it even harder when you handed me your damn panties. Do you even know what it took for me not to blow everything up? Do you have any idea how much you could have cost me that night if I did not salvage the situation?" He is working his fingers faster, yet his voice is very calm, almost soothing. "And what's worse, princess, is that I would not give a damn if I lost money that night. All that mattered was the fact I had to have you. That's what you are doing to me, Mrs. Styles. That's how hooked you have me." He growls by my ear, stroking my clit faster. "Harry..." I whimper, gripping onto his forearm. "You can go ahead and get ready. I'll just have my fun with you." He sounds serious, his fingerpads pressing onto my sensitive bundle of nerves. "Harry, you know I can't concentrate on anything else with your hand between my thighs." I protest, my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Now you know how that feels." He is satisfied with himself. "Harry..." I purr, in a final effort to win this argument. "Time is passing, baby. We don't want my sister to wait, do we?" He chuckles, slowly teasing my sex. "You are so paying for this..." I whimper, bucking my hips on his hand. "Oh, princess...l don't think you understand... You are paying for what you did yesterday." He strokes my cheek with his free hand.

"You seem to have forgotten your manners, Styles." Gemma greets us as we reach the table reserved for us. "Sorry, darling. Someone took all night to get ready." Harry kisses his sister's cheek before allowing me to hug her. "Oh, no, baby... You are not putting the blame on me... Your brother seemed to have his hands full with obligations, Gem." I turn my head to watch Harry's reaction with a smirk on my face. He bites the inside of his cheek and shakes his head, keeping a playful smile on his face. "Oh, sweetheart, I believe you. You can take Harry out of the boardroom, but you cannot take the boardroom out of Harry." Gemma chuckles, taking a step back to check me out. "You look amazing, (Y/N). My God, how long has it been since the last time I saw you?" She asks as Harry pulls a chair out for me. "You never visit, Styles." Harry comes back, making her hum. "Thank God you conduct business in Europe and we see you once in a blue moon." "Are we here for you two to bicker back and forth?" I ask, picking up the menu card. "That's our love language, sunshine." He responds, kissing the back of my hand. "You would know if my brother didn't hog you all to himself at every visit." Gemma cocks an eyebrow at Harry, picking up the card as well. "Gemma, babes, can you stop staring at (Y/N)'s hands? We'd tell you if we were getting married." "Mum's raised the bet. If I lose half a grand because you cannot commit..." "Half a grand?" I ask, eyes going wide at the new information. "You can understand the kind of stress I am under. We are talking about good money." "What's your bet, Gemma?" I ask, biting my bottom lip. "Under 3 months." She replies. I turn my head to look at Harry who tilts his head and shrugs. "You might win it." I mumble, going back to the menu to make up my mind about what I want to eat tonight.

"Help me out of my dress?" I ask Harry who is already out of his shirt and drinking his last drink of the night. "Gladly." He leaves his glass down as I gather my hair up to reveal the zipper of my dress. "My sister made you feel uncomfortable, didn't she?" He asks me, slowly unzipping me. "No, it was actually nice. I like hanging out with Gemma." "I am talking about the stupid bet. It was fun at first until they started betting money. Now it is just annoying and creepy." He comments, grazing my spine with the knuckles of his fingers. "Same goes with your business partners... They were so pushy about the marriage topic. Everyone keeps on asking the same question; when is the wedding..." "They are worried you might realize you deserve better and leave me." He kisses the base of my neck before I turn around to face him. "This is nonsense, Harry. I love you too much to walk away." I place my hands on his chest, looking up at him as he touches my cheek softly. "Shall we do it then? So they stop asking?" He asks me, his face calm and voice steady. "Are you asking me to marry you so others stop asking?" I ask him back with a chuckle, but my heart is pounding in my chest. It is happening, for the first time he is honestly asking me to marry him. "Well, we already live like a couple, where is the hurt in signing a paper?"

For a moment my stomach sinks; it is just a formality. "Besides, I don't want to spend my life with anyone else but you. And I would very much like for everyone to know you are mine, and just mine." He kisses my lips tenderly, only for a second before he pulls away a few inches and stares at me. "Is this an actual proposal? Do you need an answer?" I ask him. "I...I mean... I know I don't have a ring and that it is spontaneous, but I..." "Yes, Harry. I want to marry you. Fuck the ring, fuck the prep, fuck everything. I'd marry you with paper rings tomorrow morning in the mayor's hall." I reach up, cupping his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. "Did you mean what you said? About marrying me tomorrow morning in the mayor's hall?" Harry asks me as I stroke his hair hazily. "And the paper rings part." I reply, still not able to wrap my brain around the fact he proposed. Harry, the love of a lifetime, the love of my life, asked me to be in his life forever. "You don't want a big wedding?" He asks me and I shake my head. "I never did, to be honest. Ideally, I'd like it to just be me and you. But we have to have witnesses." I roll my eyes and he hums. "Me, you, the mayor, Vinny, Chrissy, and Gemma." Harry counts on his fingers. "What are you thinking?" I chuckle and he smiles at me, kissing the tip of my nose. "Let's get married when we get back to New York. My assistant will do all the paperwork, we will buy whatever we need from here, we will invite just our witnesses and get married in New York, Saturday morning." He suggests. "Don't you want a big wedding?" I ask him, biting my bottom lip. The idea of a quick, no-fuss wedding excites me. "No, fuck that. We will sign our paperwork, and then I'll pick you up and leave for our honeymoon. Fuck anything else." He states. "If we invite Chrissy, we will have to invite Adrian." "Sure. But no family. Just Gemma because she is going to neuter me if she is not there at our wedding." "Deal. I'll call Chrissy. Saturday morning?" I ask him and he nods. "Friday we are going to be back in NY, Saturday I am marrying you." He says excitedly, placing a hand on the small of my back and pulling me closer to him. "Let's call Chrissy. But you will be quiet and go along with what I say. Promise?" I hold my pinky up for him. He chuckles and links it with mine before I blindly reach for my phone by my pillow.

Chrissy doesn't take long to pick up the phone. Her cheerful voice fills our hotel room, making Harry chuckle. "Hey, babes. What are you doing up this late, little minx?" She asks, singing at the phone almost. "Hey, Chrissy. I've missed you and I know you get off work around this time of the day. How are you?" "I am ok, missing my best friend and thinking of all the gifts she is bringing me from Europe." She says suggestively. I hum and roll my eyes, not that she can see my reaction. "Hope you like fridge magnets and keychains." "That's how much I am worth for you?" She gasps playfully. "Such a drama queen. Anyway, I didn't call you to discuss that. As I said and went unnoticed, I have missed you. And I was wondering if you and Adrian would like to join Harry and me for brunch on Saturday. There is this cool place across from NYC's town hall we've been dying to go and we thought it would be perfect to see you there when we return." "Oh my God, yes. What's that place? Have I heard of it?" She asks. "Nope. It is fairly new and exclusive. So dress up nicely and have some ID with you, they are pretty strict." "Oh, fancy. What time should we meet?" She asks me. I turn to Harry who just shrugs. "We have to make a reservation, so I don't know the time yet. I'll have to update you on that..." "OK, cool then. Will you find a reservation on such short notice?" She asks and I scoff. "Please. We have Harry's name opening every door. Who wants to piss off the mighty mister Styles?" I ask. Harry pokes my ribs playfully, causing me to slap his hand away. "Sometimes I forget you have one of New York's most powerful men wrapped around your pinky." She laughs. "Hm, only because he has me wrapped around his as well." I wink at Harry who just shakes his head. "You guys are sickeningly cute." "Said the girl who rejected her hoe side and married a year after meeting her husband." "I am not to be compared. Anyways, I have to go pick up dinner. Adrian will eat me if there is no food on the table in the next 20 minutes." "Since when do you complain about Adrian eating you?" I ask with a cocked eyebrow. "Your head is so deep in the gutter, (Y/L/N)." "I try my hardest, babes. K, bye. I have to go to bed." "See you on Saturday." She sings before the line goes dead.

"I think she is going to be pretty pissed when we don't have that exclusive bruncherie." Harry comments as I leave my phone down. "I think she is going to get over it when she signs as a witness to our wedding. Besides, we are heading for brunch after the wedding." I place my leg over his thigh, nesting my head on his chest. "Whatever the boss wants." He strokes his hand down my back. "I am the boss?" I ask, placing a kiss on his sternum. "Who else?" He asks back. "Why didn't you tell her about the wedding?" He asks me and I sigh. "She would make a big deal out of it. Plus, she would try to find a way to throw me a bachelorette party and I really don't want to spend a night away from you..." I explain and he coos. "So obsessed with me, my baby." He kisses the top of my head as I feel my eyelids become heavy. "We need to sleep... We have a big day tomorrow." "I thought the big day was on Saturday." "Yeah, but tomorrow we have to get the rings, the outfits, arrange for the paperwork, all the details. Plus, you have meetings, don't you?" I ask him and he groans. "Let me call my assistant for the paperwork." Harry tries to reach for his phone but I grab his forearm to stop him. "In the morning. Let him sleep." I smile at him, earning a sigh from him. "I can't wait... You are going to be my wife, my Mrs. Styles..." He strokes my cheek, smiling brightly. "Sleep now, Mr. Styles. We have a lot of things to do tomorrow. And I would hate for you to not look fresh and rested in our wedding pictures." I kiss the side of his neck and wrap my arms around him.

"Oh, we have to look this fancy..." Chrissy comments as she approaches us on the stairs of the town hall. I smile at her, hugging her and giving her a cheek kiss. "Thought I dress up a bit." I shrug my shoulders as she scans me from head to toe. "It suits you. I love the oversized blazer and the pant line. Though, creme looks a bit bridal." "Oh, no, honey. We can't have you looking like a bride without being one. We must do something about it..." Harry gasps dramatically, faking a shocked look. "You are absolutely right, baby. But what can we do... What can we do..." I shake my head. I must look ridiculous. "Oh, I know. Let's head right in there and get married. We have to, there is no other option now that you are dressed like that." Harry suggests, pointing at the town hall. I don't know who is a worse actor, him or I. "Excellent idea. Let's go." I giggle as Harry brings the bouquet of flowers from behind his back. "This was all a setup..." Chrissy gasps, jumping forward to hug us both. "I owed you a setup for what you did on your wedding day." I tease her and she scoffs. "If it wasn't for that set up we wouldn't be here today." Adrian chimes in, defending his wife. "That's why we thought it would be nice if you were our witnesses. It would actually be our honor if you accepted." Harry suggests, looking eagerly at our friends. "I would never talk to you again if you didn't ask us." Chrissy is on the verge of crying, right where I am too. "We should head in. Gemma and Vinny are waiting for us." Harry states, putting a pause to the crying session. "The mayor too." I giggle. "You two should head in. I'll give her away to you." Chrissy orders the two men, focusing on fixing the collar of my blazer. "Chrissy..." Harry protests, showing her his watch. "Styles, I spoke." She digs her heels into the ground, staring down at my very soon-to-be-husband. He raises his hands in defeat as Adrian pats his back. "Come on, you are not winning this argument. Chrissy, baby... Don't drag this out, yes, love?" Adrian requests, to which my friend hums. "Just a super quick bachelorette to give her the chance to change her mind... Just kidding. We will be right behind you." Chrissy assures them, dismissing them with a motion of her hand.

"Are you sure about this?" She asks me and I nod my head. "I am. I have never been so sure about anything else. He is the one. And I have to thank you for our second chance. If it weren't for you insisting he has changed, I would never even talk to him again." "And if it wasn't for that one night out, I would have never met Adrian, and there wouldn't be a wedding to invite you both to and bring you together again. Harry and you are meant to be, and everything has happened for that reason. Alright, it is time I hand you over to Harry. And I might be giving you away to him, but I am never giving you up. I love Harry and he is perfect. But I will always love you more, I will always choose you. A phone call away, and I will bust his head open." She strokes my cheek as I look up to avoid tears spilling from my eyes. "No time for tears, my bestie is getting married and I have to make sure she doesn't run away at the very last moment." Chrissy holds her hand out, inviting me to link my arm with hers.

Vol. 1, Part 1: New York City / Vol. 1, Part 2: New York City & Aspen / Vol. 1, Part 3: New York City & Amalfi Coast & Rome / Vol. 1, Epilogue / Vol. 2, Part 1: New York / Vol.2, Part 2: New York, Upper East Side / Vol.2, Part 3: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 4: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City / Vol.2, Part 5: Harry’s Apartment, Upper East Side, New York City, Winter Wonderland / Epilogue; Hawaii / My Full Masterlist / Rose-Colored Glasses Masterlist / My Ko-Fi

72 notes · View notes

kathonyxbee · 4 years ago

Text

Wicked Game

Happy Day 6 of Kathony Week! 🐝🌷⛈

I know I've been a little absent the past 3 days, but I had to finish and submit my dissertation. Which I did, yesterday, so I wrote today's fic. I do have an idea for a fic for yesterday's prompt, so I'll probably post that, too when I do it, but I don't think I'll have one for each day.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this smut galore! 💕

Make me. That was how it had started, this wicked game of theirs. With two simple words and a yellow cap.

Day 6: "Make me"

Anthony hid Kate's yellow cap, so when she asks him to tell her where it is, his response is "make me" and Kate does like a challenge.

Or, when Anthony gives Kate a challenge, she decides to torture him and smut ensues.

Anthony let out a heavy sigh and took a sip of his scotch, taking comfort in the familiar sensation amber liquid burning his throat, trying to relax. Not that he really needed to. It was only his family coming to dinner, after all. He took another sip, downing his drink. At least not all of them were coming, but it was enough that Hyacinth and Gregory would be there. Dear Lord.

The door to his study burst open, and he sat up, alarmed, but relaxed upon seeing Kate enter, looking a vision in a yellow gown covered in jewels that sparkled as they caught in the light whenever she moved. And Kate always moved, always in motion. And she always sparkled. She’d clearly been getting ready, her hair pulled into a neat twist, a few curls escaping it, and she hadn’t yet put on her jewelry, save for her engagement and wedding rings which always resided on the fourth finger of her left hand.

Kate had been a ball of stress, of constant fretting and worrying for the past two weeks or so, ever since the two of them invited his family over for dinner. They’d put the event off, first because they wanted to wait until the season was over, then because of the accident and Kate’s leg needing to heal, and then she’d gotten pregnant with Edmund, and then they’d moved into Bridgerton House, and Edmund had been born and the past year had been a whirlwind. But they’d finally decided on a date, and even Kate had to admit that doing this dinner at Bridgerton House was a much better idea than at his bachelor lodgings. So, invitations had been issued, and Kate had been spending the past two weeks fully immersed in the preparations. And, Anthony hadn’t quite anticipated what hell that would be. He was surprised no servants had deserted, but then Kate wasn’t a monster, not like that horrid Araminta Gunningworth. Actually, Kate was always lovely and kind with the servants, who were quite devoted to the new Lady Bridgerton. Suffice to say, the past two weeks had been eventful at Bridgerton House. But, finally, the dinner was happening and Anthony could have his wife back.

His wife.

He smiled at her, and opened his mouth to greet her, but Kate beat him to it, coming to stand in front of his desk.

��Anthony, have you seen my yellow cap?” she burst out, huffing slightly, clearly annoyed. “You know, the one that matches this dress?” she added, giving him a pointed look, one eyebrow raised.

Ah, so that was why she was here. Well, this was certainly going to be interesting because Anthony had absolutely no intention to tell her where it was.

“Well?”

He smiled, “hello, dear.”

“Yes, hi. My cap?”

“I have absolutely no idea where it is,” he lied. “Have you tried asking the servants?”

Kate huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, “well, of course I asked the servants!” she snapped. “I asked them, first,” she glared, rather pointedly at him, and he leaned back slightly, trying to appear relaxed, but concerned, not to give away the fact that he had the bloody hat. Or, why exactly he’d taken it. “But, then,” she drawled, rounding the desk to sit on it, closer to him, “I thought there is one person in this household I haven’t asked. And, he most certainly knows where my cap might be.” She smiled triumphantly, and he swallowed thickly. Even with the slight distance between them, he was suddenly assaulted by her scent, soap and lilies, leaving him dizzy, intoxicating with the scent of his wife.

“Humboldt?” he offered with a shrug, referring to their butler.

Kate rolled her eyes, “very funny,” she muttered acerbically. “You,” she said simply.

“Me?”

She nodded, “yes. You. You see, dear husband,” she said sweetly, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips, “it just occurred to me that you have a rather peculiar dislike for my caps,” she informed him.

“I do?” It sounded like a question.

“Indeed,” she nodded.

“Well, I do find them unnecessary,” he told her, shrugging. “Especially when a woman has such beautiful hair as you,” he told her, reaching to tuck a stray curl behind her ear. Kate rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed with his answer.

“Nice try, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Where is my cap?”

“I have no idea, darling,” he told her, emphasizing the term of endearment a little too much, and she tutted in response.

“Anthony?”

“Yes?”

“We both know you know where it is,” she said, glaring at him pointedly.

“We do?”

“We do,” she nodded emphatically. His shoulders slumped, slightly, causing Kate to grin. “Tell me where it is?”

“No.”

“No?” She arched an eyebrow.

“No,” he nodded.

“Anthony?” she prompted, trailing her fingers along his arm slightly, causing him to stiffen.

“Yes?” he dragged the word out, trying not to succumb to the fact that Kate had quite the effect on him.

“Tell me where my cap is,” she said slowly, enunciating each word, leaning closer to him, so close he was enveloped in her scent, making him dizzy.

“Make me,” he muttered. And, as soon as the word fell from his lips, he regretted it because Kate eyes flashed with something. His wife, after all, did like a challenge. And, Anthony knew, without a doubt, that he was in deep trouble.

“Very well,” Kate pursed her lips slightly, and stood up to lock the door of his study. Anthony swallowed convulsively as she returned to his desk.

Slowly, Kate swung her legs over, so she was sitting more comfortably on his desk, as opposed to just leaning on it, but put some distance between them, designed only to torture him.

“Kate,” he gulped, “what are you doing?”

She grinned, rather wickedly, that gleam in her eyes making him feel rather heated, and then leaned forward, closer to him, but not close enough to touch. “Well, dear husband,” she drawled, “we are going to play a game,” she informed him.

“We are?” he uttered, unable to formulate anything more coherent.

“Oh yes,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, and all Anthony wanted was to pull her into his arms and kiss her senseless, but that was probably not the point of this game of hers. “The rules are very simple. I will try to guess where you’ve put my cap, and every time I’ve guess it right, you can touch me,” she informed him simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Touch you?” he muttered.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed out, and then tugged on the neckline of her dress slightly, revealing a little more of her breasts. Her perfect, perky breasts. Anthony reached for her, intending to help her, but she stopped him, her fingers gripping his wrist. “No touching,” she muttered, leaning closer to him. “Not now,” she smirked.

Oh. Good God.

“Kate, I-” Anthony swallowed thickly, cutting himself off, as Kate’s hands roamed over her breasts, squeezing them slightly, tugging the material of her dress away from them, revealing more of her perfect chest, but not too much, just enough to torture him.

She bit her lip, “so, is it here? At Bridgerton House?” she asked, still working to free her breasts, and Anthony wanted to reach for her, to help her. Up close, he noticed that her dress wasn’t simply a light yellow, but mixed with a light peach and pink fabric that made Kate’s dark skin glow. It was an odd sort of thing to notice, the specific colors of her dress, but there it was.

“I could help you, you know,” he informed her, licking his lips. She hummed, still smirking.

“Oh, yes. That would be lovely. But, first you must tell me if I’m right,” she told him. “That is how it works, dearest husband. You tell me if I’m right, you can help me,” she explained, her lips twitching. Oh. Good Lord, she was good, his wife. She was bloody good. Deviously so. She would win, either way. And, he had already lost. And, he found, that he didn’t particularly mind.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Yes, it’s here. In this house.”

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with glee. “Well, go on, then. Help me, Anthony,” she muttered breathlessly, motioning for him.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and immediately moved closer to her, reaching for her, his hands going to the three small buttons at the back of her dress, slowly undoing them. He didn’t need to see them to know where they were, and he much preferred to be staring at Kate’s bosom as he undid the buttons.

“Good,” she muttered as his hands rested on her shoulders, fingers grasping onto the sleeves of her dress, intending to tug it off, but she stopped him, seizing his wrists. “My turn,” she muttered as he removed his hands from her shoulders, pushing him back into his chair.

And then, she reached for the hem of her dress, her hand going underneath it, and Anthony knew where this was going to lead, what she was about to do, and she was going to use it to torture him. He reached for her again, but she stopped him with her free hand.

She tutted, “that isn’t how the game works, Anthony. I haven’t made my guess, yet.” She smirked, “no touching, or I shall have to tie you to this chair,” she added. He only managed to grunt his assent as Kate let out a small moan.

He didn’t need to see beneath her skirts to know what she was doing. After all, not only did he have a rather vivid imagination, especially when it came to his wife’s body, but he also knew her body, better than his own, even. He knew every inch of skin, ever crevice, her tickle spots as well as her pleasure spots, he knew all of her. And he knew her hand had trailed along her legs until she’d reached her maidenhead, and he imagined her rubbing her fingers against it as she panted slightly. He felt himself getting hard, wanting to get up and sweep her into his arms, lay her on his study desk and have his way with her.

“Is it…” he breath hitched slightly in her throat, “is it in our bedroom?”

He shook his head, and stood up to move closer to her, this time reaching for her corset, his fingers deftly undoing its laces as Kate let out another moan, her movements beneath her skirt becoming quicker. “But, you already knew that, didn’t you?” he whispered into her ear, his lips brushing against her skin, and he felt her shiver slightly.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, panting slightly. “Is it,” she paused and her free hand ghosted over her breasts once more, rubbing them slightly as he sat back down, “is it in the drawing room?”

He shook his head once more, but didn’t move.

Kate was looking increasingly flushed, her movements more rapid, “is it in the informal drawing room?”

Again, he shook his head.

“The dining room?” she asked, her breath hitching in her throat as she continued to pleasure herself.

“No,” he told her, his own voice husky as he stood up and rounded the table, and slowly began undoing her coiffure.

“Anthony!” she exclaimed, but he ignored her, removing the pins in her hair, letting her curls fall down, slowly, one by one.

“I did help you. Twice,” he whispered into her ear, and because he couldn’t help himself, he nipped slightly on it, teeth grazing it lightly. “And, it’s not in the dining room, either. Or, in Edmund’s room.” He smirked, “two can play at this game, wife. I’ve helped you four times, now.”

Kate gasped, and reached for him, her hand cupping the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair as Anthony removed the last of her pins, her dark curls now falling freely down her shoulders. She stiffened, arching her back slightly, and he could see that she was reaching her pinnacle as her fingers continued to rub against her clit.

“The spare bedrooms?” she asked.

“Wrong again,” he muttered as his hands roamed her breasts, over the material of her dress, rubbing over where her areoles were, causing Kate to let out another moan. She arched her back again, tensing slightly, as he nipped on her ear once more while his hands continued groping her breasts. “I could tell you, you know?” he whispered into her ear.

“You forfeit so easily?” she quipped as she leaned against him slightly, her hands gripping his hair harder.

“You drive a hard bargain, wife,” he remarked. “Besides, I think I should much prefer helping you than playing this game,” he added, smirking slightly.

“I see,” she murmured.

“You do see, don’t you?”

“Well,” she trailed her fingers along his jaw, “where is it?”

“If I tell you,” he muttered, “I want a condition of my own.”

“And, what would that be?” she whispered as his hands trailed down to rest on her waist, and he could practically see the smug smirk she wore.

“I get to have my way with you,” he said simply, his voice a low, husky whisper. “On this desk,” he added, his voice hoarse.

“Well, I do like the sound of that,” she murmured, smirking slightly.

He merely hummed and pushed her dress down until it pooled on the floor before undoing the rest of the laces of his wife’s corset. And then, he picked her up and gently set her onto his desk, sweeping his things off in the process, but he could care less as he took in the sight of Kate lying on his desk, her curls a halo around her head, her skin flushed, her eyes dark with lust as he removed his tailcoat and cravat.

“So, where is it?” she whispered as she sat up slightly, helping him remove his waistcoat and shirt, her hands roaming all over his torso.

“Where is what, dear wife?” he asked, furrowing his brow slightly.

“The cap!” she huffed.

“Ah,” he sighed. “I’m not going to simply tell you. Where is the fun in that?” he quipped, and Kate glared at him as he positioned himself over her, ready to pounce. “You’re going to have to make me,” he told her, smirking deviously.

“What?” she gasped as her hands wound around his neck, fingers gripping onto his hair, tugging on it.

“Make me,” he muttered against her lips, the scent of soap and lilies enveloping him once more.

🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷

Make me. That was how it had started, this wicked game of theirs. With two simple words and a yellow cap.

Kate had never considered herself a wicked woman, had never considered that what happened between a married couple was for any purpose other than making children. But, Anthony Bridgerton had changed all that. He’d taught her that it was as much about her pleasure as his, he’d taught her how to pleasure herself, he’d taught her how to be adventurous and, yes, wicked. After all, her husband used to be the biggest Rake of them all. Of course, he was now anything but dangerous and rakish, but the two of them did enjoy the occasional bedroom adventure. He’d made her wicked, only for him, of course, and she found that she did not mind. She rather liked it, actually. After all, she was the one who had come up with their little wicked game, pleasuring herself in front of him until he’d given in.

“Make me,” he repeated, breathlessly, against her lips. Kate smirked. Anthony’s brow furrowed.

Slowly, she tilted her head and pressed her lips against the crease that had formed between his eyebrows, a barely-there kiss, her lips merely ghosting over the spot before she cupped his cheeks, and captured his lips with her own as her legs wrapped around his waist, and she felt him move between her legs, rocking slightly.

Her lips moved slowly against his, but Anthony soon deepened the kiss as his hands roamed her body, fingers trailing along her sides before cupping her breasts, rubbing over her nipples. Kate didn’t shy from responding to his movements, her own hands roaming all over his body, fingers trailing along his back as her lips became more urging, more demanding against his.

Anthony briefly broke the kiss, and pulled back slightly, his nose rubbing against hers. “Kate…” he gasped, “I don’t think- I can’t wait, Kate, I-”

“Me neither,” she murmured against his lips. “I want you, Anthony. I want you now.”

That was all he needed to thrust into her, and he shifted them both around slightly, accommodating himself, and allowing her to be comfortable. She always was, her husband fitting perfectly inside her. The two of them fit, just right, as if they’d been made for each other, perfectly in sync. Slowly, he began thrusting into her, and she ground her hips against his, matching his movements.

“You feel so good,” he muttered. “So damn good, Kate…”

“Mm… Anthony,” she moaned as her fingers dug into his skin slightly. She needed him, needed him like she needed air. “Faster, Anthony,” she urged him, breathlessly, and he picked up pace, his thrusts becoming more rhythmic as their lips crashed once more, molding perfectly with each other, tongues tangled together. “Oh, Anthony…” she sighed against his lips as he broke the kiss.

“Kate…” he gasped before his lips brushed against her jaw, pressing a kiss there. And then, another one. And another one.

“Oh, Anthony…” she moaned, breathless and panting as he trailed kisses along her jaw before moving to her neck, his lips brushing against it, pressing kisses down the slope of her neck until he reached her collarbone and he settled on a spot, biting on it. He nipped, he sucked, she moaned, she whimpered.

His hands didn’t stop moving either, continuing their ministrations on her breasts, rubbing her nipples, squeezing her breasts slightly, earning another moan from her, her grip on his hair tightening, her hips continuing to grind against his, matching his thrusts. They were completely in sync, their bodies completely familiar to the other. It was like they knew what the other was thinking, what the other needed. I burn for you. I desire you. I want you. It’s never been so good… Only you.

He kissed, he licked, she sighed, she groaned.

Her hands were in his hair, tugging on it, fingers threading through it before drifting down, hands roaming over his back, nails digging into his skin. His hands were cupping her breasts, rubbing her nipples, making her moan and whimper, and God, his ministrations on her breasts made her weak, dizzy with pleasure.

It’s fast and urgent and filled with need, and slow and loving all at once, each touch filled with a thousand affirmations, a thousand unsaid I love you’s, a thousand whispers of need.

One of his hands removed from her breasts, and he reached for hers, his fingers tangling with hers as he pressed it against the desk, as his thrusts became faster and faster, more urgent, and she knew he was close and so was she, and she didn’t mind.

Their lips connected briefly, another passionate and demanding kiss, all teeth and tongue, and she was sure her lips were going to be swollen afterwards, but she didn’t care. In this moment, with her husband, copulating on his study desk, she didn’t care.

He broke the kiss once more, “I’m so close… Kate… are you?”

She moaned, “so close, Anthony… I-”

He cut her off with another searing kiss, and his palm pressed harder against hers, his fingers tightening through hers, and she felt herself tightening, too. Anthony pulled away from her again, breaking the kiss, though his lips remained mere inches from hers. She bumped her nose against his and arched her back as he thrust again, harder this time, and she felt herself reach pinnacle, moaning his name as she held onto him. Then, he went utterly still and let out a loud groan before collapsing onto her, and she felt herself relax, too, slumping beneath him.

He rolled off her slightly, but still wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer.

“You are so perfect,” he muttered, breathlessly, and she blushed. He pressed his lips to her temple. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Another kiss. “So.” Another kiss. “Bloody.” Kiss. “Perfect.”

She reached for him, cupping his cheek, tugging him towards her so she could look at him, and their gazes met once more.

“So are you. We fit perfectly, dear husband,” she murmured, her lips curving into a soft smile. “I know I have been a little crazy the past few weeks with the family dinner and all,” she admitted, biting her lip slightly.

“I know,” he nodded. “But, you have nothing to worry about, Lady Bridgerton,” he told her, pressing his lips to her forehead, and she relaxed in his arms. “You are the perfect viscountess, Kate. The right viscountess. For me. And, my family knows that. You have nothing to worry about,” he added.

She smiled, “thank you. I love you, Anthony.”

“I love you, too,” he told her, his voice firm, certain. His brow creased again, slightly, and she brushed her finger against it, smoothing it.

“Is everything okay?” she asked softly because he only got that crease when something wasn’t okay, when he was worried, or concerned, or angry, or anything but content.

“Yes,” he nodded, his lips curving into a smile. “But, we should probably go and finish getting ready. We do not want to be late, do we, Lady Bridgerton?”

She grinned, “of course,” she muttered before she lifted her head slightly and brushed her lips against his forehead, right where that crease formed. “Now, quit worrying, Lord Bridgerton,” she added as he stood up and pulled up his breeches, buttoning them before grabbing his discarded shirt and waistcoat.

They helped each other get ready, Anthony lacing her corset as she tied his cravat before he helped button her dress as well.

“I should go upstairs and attempt to salvage my hair,” she sighed once they were both ready.

“You do have time,” he told her, checking his watch.

“Anthony?” she prompted, because she hadn’t forgotten why exactly she’d come to his study.

“Yes?”

“Give me my cap, please,” she gave him a pointed look.

Anthony sighed and opened one of the drawers of her desk, revealing the yellow cap.

“Don’t wear it,” he said softly as he handed it to her. “And, don’t put your hair up.”

Her brow furrowed in confusion, “why?”

He came to stand closer to her and gently played with her hair, running his fingers through her curls. “Because your hair is beautiful, and I don’t want you to hide it. Especially here,” he said, his voice husky.

Kate’s lips curved into a delighted smile. “Very well,” she murmured with a sigh.

She did, indeed, pull it into a half-up twist, choosing to use one of her flower pins to adorn it, and when she caught her husband’s gaze, he gave her an appreciative smile. And, she couldn’t help but wink at him.

#katexanthonyweek #katexanthonyweek2021 #kate sheffield x anthony bridgerton #kate sharma x anthony bridgerton #kathony #smut #fanfiction #Bridgerton

54 notes · View notes

mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

Text

History comes to life; Ahkmenrah x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this has been a LOOOOONG time coming in. For years I’ve alwasy wanted to try and write an Ahkmenrah fanfic and thanks to a Wattpad friend of mine, she gave me that chance. So here we are with my first Ahkmenrah fanfic. Now this is only part 1 and I’ll try to have pt.2 up as soon as I can. Hope you all enjoy this fic my lovelies :)

UPDATE: PART 2 IS HERE

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@dancingcoolcat

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@kairosfreddie

@queendeakyy

@geek-and-proud

@simonedk

________________________________________________________

2006. New York City. The Museum of Natural History. My home away from home. I mean to a college girl going for a master’s degree history that’s a lot, and all at the age of 23. Yeah whenever it came to school I was always deemed the ‘smart one’ or in some cases the ‘nerd’.

Was Valedictorian in high school, completed my bachelor’s degree within my first 2 years of college and now I’m completing a 4 year master’s degree. Not only that but I once did an entire year abroad in Egypt as a part of one of my courses that gave me 3 credits for one of my History courses.

And now here I am completing an internship credit instead of going for a core course credit, here at the Museum of Natural History. So far into my second week of my three month internship it’s been pretty good. Since I’m also having to write my dissertation about the ruling of Ahkmenrah, this place has been a great place to think.

Whenever I wasn’t needed by the boss, Dr. McPhee, you would normally find me in the Ancient Egypt hall, sitting in the room of the pharaoh himself writing my paper. And I know it sounds crazy but sometimes I wish that I could actually have the chance to speak with him, I mean if I’m to complete my dissertation I wish to know things that I didn’t already know (there’s only so much you can find on the Internet).

Little did I know that that day would soon come, and it all started with a blast from the past.

I was currently walking down the steps after completing my day here at the museum when I saw walking with Cecil, one of the three night guards an old ‘boss’ you could say.

“Well I’ll be damned. Larry Daley.” I greeted as I came up to them.

“Oh hey, hi uhh…..” ahh the same old Larry forgetful Daley.

“(Y/n) (l/n). I used to live down the road from you guys.”

“Oh right sorry! Wow it’s been a long time.”

“Yeah about 3 years since I graduated high school.” I said with a smile.

“So I see you know our new nightguard huh Ms. (l/n)?” asked Cecil.

“Yeah I’ve babysit his son since the day he was born. How is Nicky by the way?”

“Oh he’s you know good. Fine. Loving hockey.”

“Oh that boy and his hockey. I remember he tried to get me to play it in the house and we ended up breaking that lamp.”

“Yeah thanks for reporting that.”

“Even though he tried to convince me not to speak of it.” I giggled. “So Cecil says you’re going to be the new night guard?”

“Yep. Just showing Larry around, giving him a little tour before his shift tomorrow night.” Cecil explained.

“Well, welcome to the team.”

“So do you work here too?”

“Oh no I’m just here for an internship credit but Dr. McPhee has allowed me to do further researching even after my internship’s up.”

“Read her dissertation a couple of days ago, she’s quite the researcher. Any further questions you can always ask her.” Cecil said.

“Oh Cecil you old charmer stop it. Well I better get out of here before traffic gets too crazy. Bye Cecil, Mr. Daley, welcome aboard again and I hope to see you before your shift tomorrow.”

“Yeah of course, see yah then (y/n).” I smiled and gave the gentlemen a nod goodbye before bundling up and walking out into the New York winter air.

I was now at home typing up what I had written down on paper and transferred it to the rest of my dissertation that was on Word. I heard my door open and in came in my mom and she said.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“Okay mama, just half a minute and I’ll have everything typed up.”

“Sweetie you’ve been working non-stop ever since you got home. You can step aside for ten minutes to eat dinner.” I looked up at her then saved the changes I had and said.

“Fine mama, you win.” She grinned down and said to me.

“I always do. Until you become a mother yourself, you’ll never win.” I scowled up at her before the two of us walked out of my room and headed downstairs to eat.

As we ate our dinner, I told her about my progress and about Mr. Daley now working for the museum as the new nightguard.

“Wow, Larry Daley. Hadn’t heard from him in a while. Not since the official divorce.”

“Wait what?”

“Oh honey I’m sorry to tell you this but Larry and Erica were going through a divorce this past year.”

“Ahh man. How’s Nicky taking it?” I asked.

“Well last time I ever talked to Larry he told me it was a joint custody agreement. Now whether that went through or not I’m not sure.”

“It must’ve, I mean he did say Nicky was still playing hockey so that must mean he gets to have Nicky at least some days of the week, maybe the weekends.”

“Erica was always hard on him. Even when they first got together. Don’t tell her I said that though.”

“I promise mom.”

After dinner, I took the dishes and cleaned them out before placing them in the dishwasher before going back to my paper. Before I even knew it when I finally ran out of ideas and edits, I saw that it was after midnight. So after saving everything I shut my laptop off and got ready for bed.

The next day it was like any other day. I went in, did my rounds for Dr. McPhee, organized some files and edited some papers. Then after my lunch break I had time to do my paper for the final 4 hours of my day today. Even with the small crowd of people in the Pharaoh’s tomb, I wasn’t really bothered or distracted from doing my dissertation.

In fact I was so invested into it that I almost didn’t hear the voice speak over me.

“Hard worker as ever.” I looked up and smiled at Mr. Daley.

“So, ready for your first night tonight?”

“I don’t think it should be that hard. I mean not really anything happens in a museum at night.”

“Do you got a second? Just wanted to see if you’re interested in a cup of coffee. Colleague to colleague?”

“So not just for the sake of me being your old babysitter? Is that all I am to you now, just a colleague?”

“No. I mean yes. But not in that way I mean I was just…..” I laughed and said.

“I’m just pulling your buttons Mr. Daley. I’d love to get a cup of coffee. Maybe even educate you on what you’ll be guarding.” I packed up my stuff and we both headed out to the coffeeshop just down the block from the museum.

As we walked around Central Park he asked me.

“So that paper you were writing earlier, what’s it on?”

“Oh it’s my dissertation paper for my master’s degree.”

“Masters?! Wait so you already got your bachelor’s?”

“Yeah. I got it just last year. Now for my masters I’m doing the full 4 years so in total I’ll be doing 6 years of college.”

“Wow, sounds exhausting.”

“It can be, but I can’t help it. I’ve got a thirst for knowledge. And as an ancient civilizations concentrator I can’t help but want more.”

“Yep your mom always did call you her little book worm.” I smiled and nodded. “So that paper.”

“Oh yes that. Well I’m doing my dissertation on the ruling of Ahkmenrah and how he was the most justified ruler Ancient Egypt had ever known. Sure there have been good pharaoh’s but I’m setting to prove just how fair and just Ahkmenrah truly was as a ruler. Even with his short time as king.”

“How long did he rule?”

“Well he was given the crown by his father when he was just 16 and ruled for only 4 years before he was murdered by his own brother.”

“Yikes.”

“Yeah, his brother was extremely jealous of Ahkmenrah. So much so that after murdering his brother, he tried to claim the throne only to throw Egypt into despair in just under a year of his ruling.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Ahkmenrah sought to treat everyone with a kind but firm hand when need be. Did you know that he was the only pharaoh known to be kind to the Hebrew slaves?”

“I did not.”

“Yeah. He even tried to seek out a fair system where they wouldn’t have to work on their sacred holidays. Of course it wasn’t passed yet because well—he died just before he could declare it a law.”

“Wow, things would’ve turned out very differently had that happened.”

“Yeah. Cecil’s also been a good resource too since he was there when he found his tomb when he was just a kid.”

“Cecil found Ahkmenrah’s tomb?”

“Yeah. The three sarcophagus’ of him and his parents.”

“But wait I thought you said he had a brother?”

“He was. His brother wasn’t buried with them. Kahmunrah was condemned to be mummified alive and buried in a tomb far beyond the royal family’s because of what he had done.”

“Wow that’s—horrifying. Don’t they like rip their guts out or something?”

“All their organs were placed into jeweled canopic jars.”

“Wow. I think I lost my appetite to drink this coffee now.”

“Sorry Mr. Daley, I can be a little assertive when describing some of the things the Ancient Egyptians did. But you should’ve seen me when I actually got to set foot in an actual mummification area.”

“So you actually went to Egypt?”

“Yeah last year during my bachelor’s degree last spring. I spent an entire semester down there. Learned a lot, and I can speak a little Arabic. Ancient Egyptian is a little rusty but I know like a word or two.”

“So if you could, could you read what’s written around the tomb of Ahkmenrah?”

“Now you’re really challenging me Mr. Daley.”

“Thought you said you loved a challenge?” I chuckled.

“That I did. But sadly no. Probably a word or two as I said.” I looked down at my watch and said. “It’s almost sunset, better get back to the museum less you wanna get fired on your first day. I’ll check in on you first thing tomorrow.”

“Okay, thanks for the little history lesson on the pharaoh (y/n).”

“Anytime. And here, give me your phone.” He handed it to me and I went through his contacts to see if he still had my number. Turns out he didn’t so I went ahead and gave him my new number since I got a new phone. “Here, any questions or concerns or if you just wanna chat. Give me a call.”

“Thanks (y/n). Anything I can do for you, just let me know.”

“Give me a chance to see that knucklehead Nicky again and we’ll call it even.”

“Will do.”

“Well good luck Larry.”

“Thanks.” I waved goodbye and walked back towards the nearest exit and hailed down a taxi and told them my address.

As I lay down in my bed after typing up the next several pages of my paper, I charged up my flip phone since it was almost dead from this week’s use.

“Hope Larry’s liking his new job. I’d give anything to stay the night in that place.” I stretched myself out and cuddled into my bed before falling asleep.

Bright and early the next morning I got around and headed on out of the house.

“Mama I’m heading out!” I cried out.

“Have a good day sweetie, give my love to Larry for me.”

“Will do mama.” I gathered up my stuff and took the bus toward the museum.

Once I got there, I entered inside just to see Mr. Daley walk out.

“So how was the first night?” he looked at me like he had just been through a rumble with Mike Tyson or the Rock as he said.

“Well I—”

“Dad.” A young boy’s voice said. We both turned to see Nicky walking with another man with short black hair and looked younger than Mr. Daley.

“Hey, hey buddy. What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh Erica had to be in court early today so I’m taking Mr. Big stuff here to school. But he wanted to swing by see your new job.” The man explained with a smile.

“It’s so awesome that you’re working here.” Nicky praised.

“Well your dad gets a praise but I don’t get so much as a hello?” I teased.

“(Y/n)!” he came up and hugged me and I hugged the little monkey back. “Do you work here too?”

“No I’m just here as an intern for a couple of months.”

“So Nicky whose your friend here?” the man asked.

“Right, (y/n) this is Don. Erica’s new uhh…well he’s her new….” Larry tried to explain but Don butted in by saying with a business man snake-like smile.

“I’m her boyfriend. So you’re the famous (y/n) the babysitter I’ve heard about.”

“Yeah. So you’re the new guy huh?” I looked over him once over and all I saw was a monkey in a suit with an earpiece to his ear.

“Yeah.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Hey Nicko. Wanna take a lookie-do inside. Maybe your dad or your friend can give you a VIP tour?”

“You know what we’re actually kinda slammed this morning but I promise I’ll show you around soon bud, deal?”

“Deal. Love you dad.”

“Love you too.” Nicky hugged his dad and Mr. Daley gave Nick a kiss on the top of his head before he and Don walked hand in hand across the crosswalk before heading towards his school. “Yeah Erica and I are going through a—”

“I know, mom told me the other night. I’m so sorry. You both seemed really happy together.”

“Yeah well sometimes life happens. I’m just thankful I get Nick on Wednesdays and every other weekend.” He said solemnly as he kept his eyes on Nicky.

“Were you really thinking about quitting?”

“How did you…..”

“I’ve seen that walk so many times with my friends. Hell I’ve even done that walk before once at the Library of Congress. So c’mon Mr. Daley the truth.”

“Last night was……intense I’ll admit. But I really want Nick to be proud of me, and not see me as…..ordinary.”

“As Teddy Roosevelt once said, ‘some men are born great, others have greatness thrust upon them’. Maybe this is your moment. Look I know being the night guard may not be the funniest job ever for you. But don’t do it for yourself, do it for Nicky.” I said as I placed my hand on his shoulder. He looked up at me and said.

“You truly were the best babysitter Nicky ever had. No wonder how he got so wise.”

“History geek, you get great life quotes. Not just from Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.” I then skipped up the steps and walked inside.

“Oi intern!” I sighed heavily. Even after 2 weeks he never really does call me by my name.

“Yes Dr. McPhee?”

“The Egyptian tour guide called in sick this morning, I want you to take over his shift. You’ve got the better resume to give a tour with your year abroad. So do it.”

“Yes Dr. McPhee.”

“And see to it that the children don’t touch the exhibit. God I hate it when those sticky little monsters think a museum is a-a-a-a-a…..touchy place.” He then turned away mumbling to himself.

“Out of all the bosses I’ve had, he’s by far the goofiest and strictest. But it’s better than organizing files again.” I then went up and Rebecca handed me my Egyptian tour guidance flag and I waited for the first wave of guests which was in fact kids from the middle school I went to years ago.

When the class arrived I greeted them and told them my name and that I would be their tour guide today. I walked them through the Egyptian wing before finally leading them to the tomb of the Pharaoh.

“Now we are finally arriving into the tomb of the pharaoh himself. King Ahkmenrah was known as one of the youngest pharaohs to rule in the Upper kingdom of Egypt in 232 BC. He was even the first pharaoh to be crowned above his older sibling.” It was then I had a young girl raise her hand. “Yes sweetheart?”

“What are these statues?” she gestured towards the 20ft. jackal guards.

“Ahh those are the Anubis guards. The Egyptian god Anubis, Lord of the dead is said to be the judge of the underworld. He would deem by balancing your soul on a scale with sand and if your soul weighed heavier than the sand, you would be damned in the underworld. But if your soul was lighter, you’d be granted peace in the afterlife. His guards which you see up there are the protectors of bodies, especially over the royal families tombs.” I got another hand raise this time from a black child.

“Do the mummy’s really get wrapped up in toilet paper?” at that the kids all laughed, to which I couldn’t help but laugh.

“No. No it’s not toilet paper. They get wrapped in special linen which is sorta like a gauze wrap. How many of you had an injury and your parents would wrap your injury with a sorta white bandage?” I got a few hands raised. “It’s basically that. But before they wrap up the bodies, they expose the body to a type of oil and salt to de-moisturize the body so that it could be preserved from the elements.” Another boy asked.

“What exactly is that gold thing up there?” I looked up and I said.

“Ahh that my dear boy is the tablet of Ahkmenrah himself. It arrived here at this museum in 1952 from the Nile expedition. It is said to bring the dead back to life.”

“Yeah right.” The boy sassed back. Kids today, so desensitized by movies and television.

“It’s a legend but never mock the powers of Egyptian magic. Okay kids, why don’t you have a look around and check him out. But please don’t touch the stone slab.” I then walked aside and the kids all gathered around Ahkmenrah’s sarcophagus. “If only it were real.” I muttered as I sat down and rested my feet.

The day dragged on until finally I was clear to go home. I decided that for tonight, I would leave my dissertation for next time and just immediately go to bed. I covered myself up with my thick warm blanket and was out like a light.

The next day it was just about closing time and once again I was in the tomb of Ahkmenrah. I stared down at his sarcophagus sighing softly.

“Excuse me miss, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to ask you to vacate the premises.” I jolted slightly but when I turned around I saw that it was only Mr. Daley.

“Oh sorry, just—kinda got caught up in my thoughts is all.” He switched his flashlight off and walked up to me.

“So this whole Egyptian stuff really—gets to you doesn’t it?”

“Ancient Egypt has probably been one of my most favorite ancient civilization. It’s just fascinating of how the Egyptians were able to build things like the pyramids, the sphinx, and intricate tombs that have endless passages in order to trap graverobbers when they didn’t have the technology we have today. It’s amazing.”

“Yeah, guess that is kinda cool.” We stood there side by side in brief silence before he said, “Hey (y/n), do you really believe History comes to life?”

“I mean yes. In a way all around us we are always being given knowledge of every historical moment. And this museum helps us to actually in a way live through it.”

“I mean do you truly believe that history can come to life?”

“I—don’t get what you’re saying Larry.”

“I mean that…..I tried to tell Rebecca this earlier but she ran off on me. She thought I was making fun of her but I really wasn’t I’m telling the truth, I told her the truth.”

“What truth?” he looked around before he leaned close to me and whispered.

“Everything in this museum comes to life. At night. All because of that tablet. Ever since they brought it here back in 1952, everything in this museum came to life.” I looked at him before saying.

“Uhh—have you been overworking yourself again?”

“No, no I swear to you (y/n) I’m not lying.”

“Look, your shift’s about to start and I should really get going. We’ll—talk about this tomorrow. Goodnight Mr. Daley.” I quickly walked around him but I could hear him trying to call out to me.

As I exited the museum I began thinking back to what he was saying. I mean I know I said that there could be a slight chance that the tablet of Ahkmenrah could hold some magic but this—this is something else. I hailed a cab and asked him to drive me back to my place and in just 10 minutes I arrived back home.

As it got darker and snow began to fall from the sky, what Larry had told me earlier this evening was still spinning in my head. I mean what he said was absolutely crazy, if he was implying that the figurines, statues, and the actual pharaoh himself can come to life at night—he was even crazier than when I first met him.

Suddenly something was thrown at my window. I gasped and turned on my lamp to see the leftover remains of a snowball. I got up from my bed and looked out the window to see some figures standing down along the sidewalk.

From the streetlights I could see that it was Larry and Nicky but along with them were two others. One was dressed up as an Egyptian pharaoh and the other was dressed like Attila the Hun. I put on my coat and boots and quietly walked down the stairs and unlocked the door.

“Nicky? Mr. Daley? What are you guys doing here?”

“Hey (y/n) look I know this is a lot to take in right now and I don’t have a lot of time to explain so I’m gonna cut right to the point. Cecil stole the tablet of Ahkmenrah, along with Gus and Reginald. We have the other two back at the museum but we need your help in getting Cecil.”

“Whoa wait what? Mr. Daley you mean to tell me that the former head of security, someone I’ve looked up to for years has stolen the tablet of Ahkmenrah? Why would he want to steal it?”

“He said he and the other two guards were gonna sell it so that they could get a wealthy long retirement.” Nicky spoke up. I then turned to the two costumed gentlemen and I said.

“Am I missing the historical convention or something?”

“No, no, no. You know how I told you the tablet makes things in the museum come to life? I’d like you to meet Attila the Hun and the pharaoh himself Ahkmenrah.” I turned towards them and almost couldn’t believe it, especially with ‘Ahkmenrah’.

I mean there’s never been a real documented picture of him due to his short reign but—he was kinda cute. Wait what am I saying? This could all be a trick.

It was then Attila said something in Mandarin as he nodded to me. I looked at him confused, that’s when Ahkmenrah said.

“He says he’s honored to meet someone who knows his true history and not the fables that surrounded him.” I walked up to Ahkmenrah and I looked him over. His light blue eyes and sun kissed skin.

“How do I know you’re not just some method actor?”

“I assure you my lady I am no actor. But if you want to test me since you know so much about my history especially, ask me something only I would know.” I crossed my arms at his challenge.

“Okay.” I thought long and hard about a question that only either I or the ‘pharaoh’ himself would know. “How exactly did your brother kill you?” yeah I know it was a dark question but it was all I could think of that was a difficult question. Some scholars have even debated on Ahkmenrah’s death but I alone knew the truth after getting some good research done.

“It was sunset. I had just gotten through with wanting the Jews of Egypt to have free will among my kingdom when my brother called me into the studies to speak about the new law. At first I thought we’d go into another argument about it, but he wanted to drink a celebratory toast in light of the new law. I thought nothing of it so my brother and I drank the wine he had prepared. After the toast, I felt this pain in my stomach and—my brother standing over me with nothing but a cruel smile on his face.”

Oh…….my…..god. It—this was……Ahkmen—he…..Ohhhhhh shit!

“My pharaoh I—” I proceeded to bow before him but he stopped me and he said.

“Please no. There is no need for that.” Oh my god his hands were so warm on my cold ones.

“I—I can’t….I just can’t believe. Oh my god I’ve really fallen off the deep end haven’t I?”

“Told you I wasn’t crazy.” Mr. Daley spoke up.

“Okay, okay I believe you. So where is Cecil at right now?”

“Last we saw him he was heading for Central Park.”

“Then why the hell did you come here for!? Central Park from here is halfway across town compared to the museum! We’ll never catch him on foot.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” He then whistled and soon a horse came charging in and stopped right in front of us.

“Uhh Larry I hate to break it to you but we all can’t fit on one horse.”

“Oh I know this is my ride, your ride is Rexy.” I soon heard the thundering footsteps and soon following behind a toy truck was the giant T-Rex that you first see when you walk into the museum. It let out a roar and my mouth just dropped.

“You finally get your Jurassic Park wish huh (y/n)?” Nicky said to me with a wide smile.

“I—I suppose so.” The truck stopped right by us and I took notice of the two small miniatures inside that were inside. The Roman General Octavius and the cowboy Jedidiah.

“We ready to get this rodeo on the show now gigantor?” said Jedidiah.

“Yeah guys. So you remember the plan right? You all round Cecil off and I’ll follow behind him.”

“We’re on it my liege. Everyone hop on. The enemy must not escape our sights!” Octavius proclaimed. Larry and Attila got on top of the horse and the two of them rode off while Nicky, Ahkmenrah and I got on top of Rexy. Ahkmenrah got on first and he held his hand out to me.

I took it and he helped me mount onto the T-Rex. My back was pressed up against his chest and our noses almost touching each other’s.

“Thank you.” I softly whispered in awe.

“I didn’t want you to get hurt. It’s—very different from mounting a horse.” I nodded as I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

“Shall I leave you two alone to get a room?” Nicky sassed out.

“Oh you little twerp just get on.” He grinned smugly as he came up and I told him to be careful as he came and sat in front of me. “K guys we’re ready!” Nicky told the two miniatures suddenly Rexy lunged forward and soon we were running full speed towards Central Park.

Within 10-20 minutes we arrived at Central Park and on the other side through the trees I saw Cecil riding on top of the money carrier horse and coach.

Rexy soon began to run faster which forced me to lean further up against Ahkmenrah. We looked at each other and smiled at each other as I felt him hold onto my waist tighter so that we wouldn’t fall off. Rexy then suddenly took a sharp left and we were now right in front of Cecil’s path.

But then Cecil took a sharp turn right past us just barely missing Rexy’s leg by a few inches. It was then I saw the horrifying sight of the truck that Jedidiah and Octavius were riding in spin out of control until it flipped over a small foot of snow before exploding.

With no bone to follow, Rexy soon stopped and whined and we all looked in the direction where the two miniatures had disappeared to. I saw that Larry had stopped just ahead of us and he was looking right where Jed and Octavius had fallen.

“Rexy let me down boy.” He lowered himself down so that I could get off of him.

“Where are you going?” asked Nicky.

“I’m gonna help your dad end this. Ahkmenrah, can you keep an eye on Nicky?”

“Yes of course.”

“Nicky, stay with him alright?” I told him in my sitter voice and he knew to never go up against me when I used that voice. I hopped off and raced towards Mr. Daley. “Larry!” he turned to me and I said. “I’ve got a plan, but I need you to do exactly what I tell you.” he nodded.

“Hop on.” I got on the back of the horse as Larry said, “C’mon Tex let’s finish this. HIYAH!” soon we took off racing after Cecil.

“Stay close to the back of the coach, I’m gonna try to hop on it and grab the tablet.”

“Are you crazy!?”

“Yeah well it’s been a crazy night. So just do it!” he urged Tex on and soon we were right up on the stagecoach. I reached out as far as I could and missed it a few times before finally getting a grip onto it. Once I pulled myself up, I nodded to him telling him to get Cecil’s attention while I went for the tablet.

“Give me the tablet Cecil!” Larry cried out.

“Can’t do it, son!” the horses whinnied as they ran faster and I slowly crawled up towards Cecil’s back where I could see the glimmer’s of the golden Egyptian tablet.

“Pull over!”

“It ain’t gonna happen. Moving on!”

“Last chance Cecil! Stop the horses or I will!”

“They can’t be stopped, Larry. Don’t you know your history? These are money carriers. They were trained not to stop for anything but a secret word.” I finally grabbed the tablet and pulled it out of the bag as I said.

“You don’t say?” It was then Cecil turned and saw me with the table. “You mean a word like—”

“DAKOTA!” Larry cried out. I then held onto the roof railings of the stage coach as the horses suddenly stopped and Cecil went flying forwards into the snow. As Larry rode up towards Cecil, I got off the stage coach and followed right behind Larry. “Read up on my history, along with a little help from a friend.” Larry said as he turned towards me.

“And by the way. Consider yourself out of my dissertation paper.” I told Cecil.

“And also, never talk to me like that in front of my son.” He then grabbed Cecil and threw his famed words back at him, “Moving on.”

We soon met up back at the stagecoach where Ahkmenrah, Nicky, and Atilla and his Huns came in.

“Oh hey, Huns.” Cecil said nervously as Larry transferred him over to them.

“Tell Atilla to have his boys take him back to the museum, put him back with the rest of the guards.” Larry told Ahkmenrah who then translated it to Attila in his tone. “Oh and uhh no limb ripping, okay?” Larry told Attila.

Attila tried to reason with Larry but he shook his head saying no. That’s when Attila pinched his fingers with a little bit of space between them as he asked Larry.

“Mikaka?” Larry turned to Cecil for a moment before turning back to Attila doing the same thing as he responded.

“Makeekaka.” Hearing that made Attila and his friends very happy as Attila then proclaimed out to his Huns.

“Hey, w-wait. Hold the phone. What’s Makeekaka mean? Wait, translation please?” he asked Ahkmenrah as the Huns picked him up and carried him back to the museum.

“That’ll teach him to steal from the museum.” I bragged. “Not bad Mr. Daley. That was impressive.”

“Hey, couldn’t have done it without those websites you sent me to help me out with the research. You’re the real hero here tonight (y/n).”

“Yeah, and that was so awesome of how you got onto that stagecoach. You were like a superhero back there.” I blushed at Nicky’s praising.

“They are right (y/n).” Ahkmenrah said. “We owe this night to you, thanks to you I once again have my tablet.” I smiled and said.

“It took all of us. Teamwork is what got this back.” I said as I held up the tablet.

“Oh boy.” I heard Larry say grimly.

“What is it?” asked Ahkmenrah.

“I gotta get you guys back to the museum.” He said urgently.

“Why? What happens if they’re not back at the museum? Well besides it being empty.”

“If the exhibits are outside of the museum when the sun comes up, they turn to dust.” He told me. My eyes widened in fear as I turned to Ahkmenrah and he looked at me with a grim expression that expressed the truth.

“How?” asked Nicky as I turned to see half of the museum already here in Central Park.

“It’s gonna take us hours just to wrangle everyone up. And this isn’t even half of the exhibits we need.”

“Ahkmenrah. We’re gonna need your help.” Larry guided me over to the young pharaoh as he continued, “This is your tablet, you know the instructions. We need you to get everyone back.” I handed him his tablet and he took it from my hands.

As we did the transfer, our fingers briefly touched one another’s and I swear to god I thought I felt a spark. I swallowed my little crush (was it a crush? I don’t know) and nodded to him and that’s when Ahkmenrah began to speak in ancient Egyptian as he looked down at the tablet.

As soon as I heard him say his name, the tablet glowed which reflected his face majestically, but that’s when I heard Rexy softly growl as he then began walking back towards the museum. Not only was he walking onward but all the exhibits, it seemed they were all in a trance as they walked on.

With that the four of us left alongside the exhibits and we went to make sure that everyone got back there and to their designated wings safe and sound.

Once everyone was inside, present and accounted for; I walked with Ahkmenrah back to his tomb and he said to me.

“Thank you, for helping me retrieve my tablet (y/n).”

“It was no problem. Really. I’d do it all over again a thousand times if it meant you and the others could live to see another night.” He smiled and as he placed it back to its proper place he asked me.

“Will I see you tonight?”

“Oh I don’t know.” I sighed heavily. “I can’t let Larry just get the boot for this, at least not if I can help it.”

“You have a kind heart (y/n). In another life you would’ve made the perfect Egyptian Queen.” I blushed and laughed shyly. “If that is the case, then it was an honor to finally meet you (y/n).”

“Believe me it was an honor meeting you. I just…wish we had more time. I have so many questions for you.” He smiled and said.

“If the Gods make it to be, perhaps one day we shall cross paths again.” I nodded as I extended my hand out for a handshake. He took it and instead of a handshake, he turned my hand over and kissed the back of it.

I felt my face heat up and butterflies fluttered around my stomach as I nervously smiled.

“Yeah, you too Ahkmenrah.” I then helped him back into his sarcophagus and once I closed it up, I heard nothing but silence. I turned to the Anubis guards who now stood very still and figured that it must be sunrise about now. “Wadaeaan ya fireawn. Num jayidaan.” I whispered as I gently touched Akhmen’s sarcophagus.

I left the Egyptian wing and saw that all the exhibits were now once again either statues once more or had phased back into their wax figurines. I walked down the steps to see the large mess once again.

“You got him back to his wing safely?” asked Larry.

“Yep. Safe and snug in his sarcophagus. C’mon. Let’s clean up whatever we can before McFreak comes in and flips out.”

“(Y/n).” Rebecca scolded me. I shrugged at her as I picked up a broom from the supply closet nearby and handed one to Nicky and the two of us began to collect all the toilet paper that had been tossed around.

When Dr. McPhee did come in, he was definitely not happy. After having Larry and I sit through the news that was talking about all the sightings that had happened last night from Rexy’s footprints in the snow, caveman drawings in the subway and even the Neanderthals up on top of the museum building waving torches in the air.

“Any explanation at all?” he asked the two of us. Larry thought about it before he came to a fake conclusion.

“No. Got nothin’.”

“Me neither.” I answered.

“Right. I’ll take your keys and your flashlight then.” He said as he walked up to Larry before turning towards me and continuing, “And you. Can turn in your membership and research card. You’ll be banned from the museum until further notice.” Larry and I looked at each other before Larry turned in his stuff and I turned in my access card.

He guided us out of his office to let us out of the museum but what we saw was something I had not seen since I was probably a little girl.

The museum was packed! There were probably hundreds maybe even thousands of people walking about, getting tours, checking in, and asking for information about certain figurines or exhibits.

A wide smile spread across my face as I placed my hands over my mouth trying to contain my excitement. But what really got me excited was when Dr. McPhee gave Larry and I back our stuff and gave us a small smile before walking away.

“Oh my god.” I said in awe.

“Seems the news really brought this place back on the map.” Larry said. I then hugged Larry as tight as I could and he hugged me back. “What’s that for?”

“I have no idea. Just—thank you for probably the greatest moment of my life.”

“You sure it don’t have anything to do with the pharaoh just one floor up?” he teased. I playfully punched him as hard as I could in the shoulder.

“I’ll see you tonight Mr. Daley. I’ll even pick up Nicky and bring him here.” I headed off to start my shift since I knew the tour guides needed more help so I decided to lend a hand and help out.

Of course that was fun and all, but the real fun began when the sun went down. With my I-pod hooked up to the stereo on my “Happy feet playlist”, I had my #1 song ‘September’ by Earth, wind and fire playing while all the exhibits were gathered around the main lobby in celebration.

Everyone was either dancing or playing soccer and I couldn’t help but smile at seeing a once ancient pharaoh dance so badly that it was almost embarrassing. Our eyes soon locked with each other and he came over to me and said.

“Come on, let’s dance.”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no I don’t dance Ahkmenrah.”

“This is our party and I demand you dance. By royal decree.” He teased at the end with a wink down at me. Well—who was I to deny a royal pharaoh’s decree?

“Just a little warning for you, I don’t know how to dance.”

“Neither do I.”

“So you’re not at all embarrassed?”

“Not really. We’re amongst friends. And true friends don’t laugh at one another, even in their silly moments. Now come (y/n).” he took my hands and pulled me onto the dance floor and the two of us danced to the beat as silly as we possibly could.

#rami malek #rami malek imagine #rami malek imagines #rami malek fanfic #rami malek x reader #ahkmenrah #ahkmenrah x reader #ahkmenrah imagine #ahkmenrah imagines #night at the museum #night at the museum fanfic #might at the museum fanfiction #rami malek fanfiction #night at the museum imagine #night at the museum imagines #night at the museum fanfiction

324 notes · View notes

dissertationcollation · 5 years ago

Text

Hi everyone, for my bachelors degree dissertation I’m looking at autistic representation within science fiction, and it’s frequent containment to non-human characters. So, if anyone on here could take 5 minutes to complete this little survey I’ve written up in order to get some first hand data, I would greatly appreciate that! There’s 10 questions in total and if anyone has any questions for me then just send me an ask I’d be happy to answer!

Answers are all anonymous, and this will be up for the next four weeks starting from today (10th feb 2020)

Thank you everyone!!

#science fiction #actually autistic #autism #pretty please!!!#actuallyautistic

72 notes · View notes

grad503-clairemunneke · 3 years ago

Text

nicole’s life in the creative industry

Nicole was drawn to the creative sector at a young age, and with a voracious thirst for literature and getting her hands dirty, Nicole found herself naturally gravitating towards the problem-solving, interpretation, and challenges that art brought. "I was a bit of a tomboy and didn't care for dolls or "girlie stuff," so I'd construct forts and dams outside and bring my books," she says. "I've always wanted to deal with visual language in a creative, inventive, and difficult way since I was a child." That influenced my academic route and later career."

Nicole began performing work experience for book, magazine, and newspaper publishers as she grew older, as well as pursuing painting and photography classes in her leisure time. This influenced her practise and her perspective on design. "I took a course called 'Camera and Darkroom' in the late 1990s, and it taught me that art was more about the process than the result," she recalls. "Today, that philosophy informs all of my design, print, and publishing work."

Nicole completed a Certificate in Design at Auckland University of Technology before pursuing a Bachelor of Art and Design with a focus on typography and book arts. Nicole worked in the fashion sector while she was studying, but she was always seeking for a way to get back into book writing. "I did my dissertation on the history of book design and production in my final year of studies," she explains. "After my paper was published and the thinking was well received, I was able to begin working as a typesetter and book designer and make the move from fashion to publishing."

Nicole later moved into the architecture sector, and while she loved her job, she felt it was getting the better of her, and the long hours were beginning to affect her health. Nicole had been wanting to buy a press for a long time and had been looking at used machines to see what was available until she found one she liked. "As an antithesis to corporate design, client restraints, and computer time," she adds, she bought her first letterpress machine in 2009. "The goal wasn't to develop a collection or a business; it was to provide me a creative outlet where I could get my hands filthy and play with type."

Nicole quickly realised that her creative endeavours, as well as her burgeoning press collection, required her undivided attention. Nicole left from her salaried employment as an associate director at a design studio with her husband's encouragement and support to begin working on a business plan that would allow her to play and experiment with printing, publishing, and self-initiated design. "By October 2011, I'd figured out a business model and was getting some consulting work under my belt when I caught my right arm in one of my presses. "Business plan number one went out the window since it took five months of rehabilitation to recuperate," Nicole explains, almost casually.

0 notes

eruriku · 7 years ago

Text

does anyone have answers cause ive lost mine

you can just … imagine a self deprecating sigh here.

so im in university, if you’re new to my blog and don’t know me. it’s my final year, this is my fourth year living in this city, and when I started, i had dreams of … progress. i wanted to figure out what would come AFTER university. AFTER the degree, and which ~career path~ i might want to take, or a few options even.

i wanted to make friends, ones that would last a long time. friends that would check up on me without me having to initiate the conversation. friends that i KNEW i could ask for a shoulder or a hug or a joke. i wanted human connection.

i wanted to learn. i wanted my mind to grow and develop through struggle and challenge.

i wanted to help people, whether it’s other students, or professors, or people in the local community; i wanted to do good with the eyes and ears, and hands and feet that god gave me.

i dreamed of a better version of me. all my life i have been taught, by my parents, peers, and professors, by the characters in the films and books i grew up with, that we can always be better. and we should choose to become better.

i have no sense of what i have accomplished, what ive achieved, what ive learned.

when it comes down to it, here are the facts:

it’s lonely. i have … a multiplicity of doubts. about people but mostly about myself.

i felt that i gained nothing but money (which is one of only two positive things from last year) from that yearlong internship. what have i learned and become through the internship? i became bitter. im more tired. and im only sadder and more ashamed. was i not good enough for something better? and what kind of person does it make me that im so ungrateful.

i have lost a sense of direction and purpose in terms of academia. it goes without saying that a bachelor’s of arts is less valued in today’s society. i can see why. those who don’t put as much effort as i might choose to prioritize other things than the education that I’m slaving over every day and every evening. the irony is that some of them end up getting the same grades as me anyway.

must i sprint to catch up with everyone else? or just to maintain the same place?

my assessments are mostly essays. and yes, perhaps they’ve been structured to be more complex and theoretical than other educational systems’ assessments.

however. who, may i ask, is going to hire me for being able to write an essay?

when all of this comes to pass, what will i remember and value in 5 years, 10 years?

adults I’ve met (real adults, with steady salaries and mortgages) have told me: the degree doesn’t matter.

the degree doesn’t matter??

i’ve stood up for education when my friends feel the way im feeling now. when they doubt the point of 3-4 years going to lectures and submitting essays, i have tried to give them hope and encouragement and I have tried to restore their faith in education. but i am finding it harder and harder to believe myself.

my brain knows my grades don’t define me. my soul feels differently. my only knowledge of self value since the tender. goddamn. age. of 7 years old. was the happiness of my parents when I came home with good grades. and i know this is… heh, an “issue”. im workin on it.

but at this point in time, 2 years of a BA degree that employers won’t look twice at on my linkedin’s captions, 1 year interning at humble and understaffed but genuinely *good* department at the university, and 2 months into the final year that I pray (and hope) won’t break me, i have just about lost my faith in the value of education.

what have i learned.

how have i changed.

i don’t feel any better, nor any stronger. in fact I do think I regularly feel quite the opposite. i’ve even managed to pass my bitterness and negativity to my dear, sweet little brother, who does NOT deserve this kind of influence in his new life starting his own journey through academia.

it’s a testimony to how much of a completist i am that i’ll obviously still forge through the next 190 or so days (yes i googled how many days left until my dissertation submission). i will do my best as i have always done because that is the one universal constant, and the only thing I know not only in my brain and my heart but in the very core of my SOUL that will never change.

someone once told me (and you all know who it was) that there’s no such thing as a painless lesson. i have to hurt before i heal. i have to struggle before i succeed.

perhaps ive lost sight of what it is i dreamed of. and i know ive lost all remnants of what it is I wanted from coming here and getting “an education.” that’s just it. hilariously, i, like so many others (too many others) have no idea what i am, in fact, doing at this university.

but so help me god. i will claw and scratch my way out of here alive.

#notes to myself #sorry gang I'm on my phone so I can't add a read more right now #you can just use the fingers God gave you and keep scrolling

2 notes · View notes

faces-in-unexpected-places · 5 years ago

Text

Do You Have the Time? Episode 012: Three Months

[April 9th, 2018, 16:42]

Leslie blinked and nudged herself out of her thoughts. She was hunkered over her clunky, wooden desk in her physics department office. It was so bulky that it almost took up the entire width of the room; she always had to squeeze between the desk and the wall if she wanted to get up. The room did not come with an overhead light, so she was forced to bring a lamp which gave her office a moody disposition. In front of her table sat two cushioned chairs for her students to sit in while they visited her office hours. On her left-side wall hung a shelf with plushie subatomic particles. Protons, electrons, quarks, photons, and her personal favourite, the Higgs Boson. Sitting isolated from the toys was a plastic essential oil diffuser that had a wood-like design, so that it matched the wood in her office. The scent was mild, but she chose to give her office a hint of peppermint this time.

On the other wall, her bachelor’s degree in physics and a concentration in mathematics. Just next to it rested her doctorate in Astronomy. The rest of the wall space was taken up paintings and drawings. One painting had a pink tree that sat on a hill as its focal point. The grass, winding turns of the land, and the pathway leading away from the tree were all showcased in different shades of pink and red. A black and white drawing of an abandoned medieval castle with foliage growing out of the cracks and all over the exterior bricks joined the tree painting.

Her desk was orderly and minimalistic like the one she used in the lab, as well. There was an inbox and an outbox towards the far left corner, and they contained a moderate amount of papers in each. She was grading a student’s exam from her Basic Physics I course. She had supposedly gotten distracted some time ago. Before she could refocus herself, a knock occurred at her door. “Come in!” she said, out of sorts, but still cheerful.

Max stepped in through the door, smiled at her and took a seat in one of her chairs. Leslie’s cheer quickly dissipated.

“How’s the semester wrapping up for you, Leslie? I hope it’s good! I’ve barely seen you in the department for the whole time,” he poked.

“Yes, it’s going fine. How about yours?” she responded with caution. “It’s pretty great. You know, I wanted to tell you: I think after this spring is finished up, the university is going to let me start teaching three credit hour classes, instead of one and two,” he leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed.

“That’s really great, Max. Congratulations,” she said, mildly.

“You do know what that means, right?” he asked, seeming confused.

“Yes, I do. It’s great news for you.”

“It means I’ll get a raise!”

“Yeah, it’s wonderful!” Leslie repeated, trying to sound more enthusiastic.

“Exactly, thank you!” Max replied, appearing satisfied, “In a few years, I’ll try to get my own lab for research. Right now, I’m just trying to get things off the ground. I could try to do joint-research with another professor like you did, but I’d rather have it be my own brainchild. Do you know what I mean? It just feels more real that way.”

Leslie instantly felt fatigued, after being re-exposed to Max’s affect.

“Do I know the difference between working on a team and as an individual? Yes, I know what you mean,” she said with a quick, half-joking chuckle. Max noted the comment and his expression appeared pompous in response.

“Are you still working with, uh, what was his name?”

“Dr. Leopold,” she said.

“Oh, that’s right. Looney was his name. He’s at the same level as us, right? He’s an assistant professor? Except he’s like thirty years older?”

“Yes, he’s an assistant professor. But he is right where he needs to be,” she defended.

“No, of course,” he threw his hands up in the air, “With how long he’s been in the game, you’d think he’d have more prestige, but you are right. He’s right where he should to be.”

Leslie narrowed her eyes at him. She remained silent, picked up her pen and continued grading the exam on her desk.

“We’re all doing great, actually,” she decided to continue, “We’ve had some new personnel in the lab for about seven months now. He’s been pretty great to work with.”

“Oh, that’s nice. What are his specialties?” Max quickly jumped on the subject.

“He’s got a great mind for mechanics and theory. He brought a lot of fresh ideas for our current research project, and it’s going to pay off well. I think he’s doing his dissertation on it, too.”

“Oh,” Max scoffed, “So, he doesn’t even have his PhD?”

“No, but he’s making great progress so far,” Leslie countered.

“Well, great job to him. Best of luck. Getting a PhD in physics is nothing like a bachelor’s,” Max jabbed, “Listen, I know that you’ve known Leopold for a long time. But I’m drawing up the hypotheses now, so that when I actually get my lab, my team can move fast. And, you’re very experienced and intelligent, and I would really love it… you know,” he nodded, “if you came to work for me.”

Leslie tensed her body and leaned back at her desk, away from Max.

“Just think about it, is all. It might give more opportunities than working with Looney and that other guy.”

“Jeremy,” she corrected.

“Jerry?”

“His name is Jeremy.”

“Jerome?” he asked with a smirk.

“Never mind,” she snapped, “Thank you for the offer, Maxwell, I will… certainly think about it,” she responded distantly.

“I really think that would be the right choice for you,” he said with excitement in his voice, “I think you’re very qualified, you know? You’ve put so much effort into all your studies, and I just think you could do so much more if you weren’t… well— you know— chasing shadows,” he said with a sympathetic raise of his eyebrows.

“…Chasing shadows?” she asked with distrust.

He laughed wryly to himself.

“I mean, come on, Leslie, time travel? It’s kind of a pipe dream. The math says we can do it, but our bodies can’t withstand the stress of time travel,” he muttered and chuckled, “It’s… it’s science fiction. It’s great science fiction. I can kill a whole weekend poring over time travel stories. But I think there should be a ‘time’ when you—when you finally let Looney go, and stop pretending that you’ll find something, you know? He hasn’t had tuition to pay for you for how long? I mean, what’s the point, now?”

“Well, the point, is that he might find a way around those human body problems,” she said curtly. She clenched her jaw, and felt her blood boil as the subject shifted from her to Leopold.

He widened his eyes and leaned toward her. She leaned even further away. “Are you really on board with this loon?”

Leslie felt her face and hands heating up with outrage. The nerve that Max had to plant himself in her office and question her decisions. To question Leopold when he knew nothing about him or the things he’d done for her. Her emotions felt like they were on the border of losing control; her body was shaking. She had no idea what to say or do. All Leslie wanted to do was fight. In whatever way she could. She sat up straight and prepared to retaliate. A knock resonated on her door. Leslie instantly retracted her temper, cleared her throat and answered.

“Come in!”

The door opened and Madison danced through it, accidentally swinging her backpack around. One of her loose straps whipped Max on the cheek. It was harmless, so Leslie didn’t say anything about it. She threw her book-bag down while sporting a grand smile, and plopped herself into the chair next to Max. “Damn girl, you really do have your own set up here, too!”

“Of course I do, honey. Why would I lie about that?” she asked, still with a hint of hostility.

“It’s just crazy, you’ve got two offices?! You are such a boss!” Madison continued, unaware of Leslie’s tone.

“We all have offices though, so… technically we’re all bosses,” Max interjected. Madison furrowed her brow in his direction, glanced at Leslie, then back to Max.

“Uh, hi,” she said.

“Madison, this is Dr. Murphy. A physics professor here at the university. He was just leaving,” she said with a glare in his direction.

“Yes, actually, I was. I’ve got some things to wrap up before I can go home today,” he played along and stood up. “I think we had a great talk, Leslie. We’ll catch up again another time, soon.”

“Enjoy your day,” Leslie said with aggravated precision. Max effortlessly crept out the door, and left Madison and Leslie together in the office. Madison wore a confused smile on her face and tilted her head.

“Damn Leslie, that boy stirs something up in you, doesn’t he? What, is he your ex or something?”

Leslie sighed.

“Why does everyone keep saying that?” she mumbled under her breath. “No, he’s not,” she said aloud.

“Well, what’s his problem? Or what’s your problem with him?”

“Oh, honey, it’s all hard to remember,” Leslie exhaled. “We were friends a long time ago, and then somewhere along the way, I feel like he started getting… weird with me, and I don’t know what I did to even warrant it, and—” she shuddered. “It’s been a long day. Maybe we should talk about something else. How are classes? Are you ready for finals?” she redirected the conversation.

Madison scoffed.

“Fat chance,” she replied with not hesitation, “If we’re going to talk about something else, let’s at least make it not about my struggles, alright?”

“Okay, that’s okay,” Leslie accepted. They paused and thought about ways to break the silence.

“It took me forever to find your office,” Madison started, “But thanks for telling me where it is. It looks really nice! Wish I had my own space like this.”

Leslie chuckled.

“I think it might actually be a utility closet that the university just converted to an office for me. But I made it my own, anyway. If this is the hand they deal me, I don’t even want to know what kind of deal the adjunct professors get,” she joked.

“I really like the decorations you’ve got. It brings out a cutesy side of you that I didn’t know about!” Madison commented, “Those are some sweet paintings and adorable toys.”

“Aww, thanks, sweetie. I made them myself!”

“You what? Really?”

“Oh yeah!” Leslie smiled, “The paintings took a while, but the plushies? I could do a few of those in a day.”

“That is so amazing, do you take requests?!” Madison nearly shouted and leaned toward the desk, “I had no idea you liked stuff like this! Why haven’t we talked about this instead. Who cares about chemistry and science and all that other garbage, you can make toys! Honestly, you would make a pretty good Santa Clause. Mostly your personality, though. You’re pretty much the opposite of Santa in the physical appearance department.”

“Thank you?” Leslie replied with a perplexed smile and furrowed brow, “How about this, Madison: I was planning on leaving soon, so I am going to pack up my stuff and go to research building. I haven’t checked to see if our lab has been reopened for a few days. If you want, you can walk with me, and we can talk all about our hobbies and destress the whole time.”

“You got it, boss!”

“Okay,” she said with a slight laugh.

“So, if I have to take a physics class, does that mean I could have you as my professor?” Madison asked.

“Umm, probably not, sweetie. I usually teach the simpler physics courses for non-science majors,” Leslie stacked the inbox papers on her desk and placed them into her backpack.

“What about Leo?”

“Hmm… he doesn’t teach as consistently as I do. He’s known to take breaks every few semesters. But he might teach more diverse classes, so… it’s possible!”

Leslie powered down her computer and slipped between the wall and desk, carrying her backpack in her hands. She cracked the door open and squeezed out of her office.

“Whew!” she chuckled. Madison jumped out into the hallway after her. Leslie reached around her and shut the office door behind them. She led the way out of the physics building and through campus as Madison skipped alongside her. Madison grilled her with questions about her paintings and plush toys. When did she start? Why did she start? What are her influences? What’s her favourite part? Can she teach Madison to make toys? As soon as Leslie answered one question, Madison instantly replaced it with another. She was flattered by Madison’s interest, but ultimately, her investment in crafty projects was less intense than Madison’s. Maybe if Madison got to participate with her, she would get her fill and move on. Leslie considered inviting her back to her apartment to paint and make plushes, but decided to put it off. She thought it best to ask when Madison was less wound up about the whole thing.

Leslie opened the doors to their research building to see Leopold leaned against Martha’s front desk, laughing. Seeing the two of them create happy moments for Leo to remember made her smile. He turned to the noise of the door opening and waved her and Madison over.

“Hey there, you two!” Leopold said, “I was just wondering where everyone was.”

Leslie almost seemed to ignore what he said and immediately went in for an unexpected, and tight hug. She glommed onto Leo; wrapped her arms around his torso and rested her chin on his shoulder.

“Whoa—okaaay!” he jolted happily, “What’s this all about, poppet?” he chuckled, It’s only been a few days, you know.”

“Don’t you think I’m a little old to be called poppet?” she said, still attached to him.

“Not when you’re stuck to me like this, you’re not!”

“Come to think of it, ‘poppet’ is a name for little girls! You should have called me that when I was seven, not seventeen!”

“Oh, so, I missed you by a decade, big deal!”

Madison began playing with the trinkets on Martha’s desk, and talking to her. Leslie released Leo from her grip.

“What was all this about anyway, huh?” he asked, with a gentle smile.

“I was just thinking about you today. We’ve come a long way from eleven years ago.”

Leopold hummed and nodded to her statement.

“Yes, we have, kid… yes, we have.”

Their attention was brought to voices coming near from the hallway opposite to Leopold’s lab. Leslie stepped in front of Leo and faced Sophia walking towards them. Jeremy walked alongside her with IO next to him. Someone else about Jeremy’s age accompanied Sophia on the other side, conversing with her. He had dark, shaggy, over-washed hair, and bangs that came to sharp looking points on his forehead. He wore burgundy and cream coloured plaid pants, an unbuttoned lab coat, and a white shirt underneath it that read ‘I bet you can’t 01010011 01110000 01100101 01100001 01101011 00100000 01100010 01101001 01101110 01100001 01110010 01111001.’ He had wire-framed glasses and carried multiple pens in the breast pocket of his lab coat. Just under his pocket was a blue Space Invader. Jeremy looked uncomfortable in their conversation, if not aggravated.

“So Dr. Blythe was thinking we could generously use the left over money in our lab’s grant combined with the surplus in The Board of Research’s budget to host the conference in San Diego this year.”

Jeremy rolled his eyes.

“Oh really? Blythe said that?” Sophia said with a flat tone.

“After she supported the idea, I decided to bring it to you to run it up the chain of command to the department head. I know you two are close,” he explained.

“So this is your idea. Not Blythe’s,” she concluded.

“Thought it might sound more convincing if it was coming from her, but yes, it’s mine,” he quickly rambled, “But whomever it came from, it’s a good idea. And that’s the part that matters.”

Sophia sighed in exasperation.

“I’m sorry Dexter, I simply don’t see a benefit of moving the conference across the country when doing it in the Curiesville convention centre has proven perfectly adequate time and time again.”

“Except that it would renew interest in local research, and increase overall attendance,” Dexter hinted before she could walk away. Sophia finally turned to face him and crossed her arms, giving her full attention for the first time. Jeremy frowned and backed away with IO. His lab friends also watched the scene, uncomfortably.

“Anything else?” Sophia challenged with an irritated, furrowed brow, “If you’re going to keep following me around, at least tell me your entire proposal so I can veto it. I’m sick of my answer, which is no, by the way, being countered with yet another reason why I should reconsider. So, come on, out with it. Why is this such a great idea?”

“If we host it in San Diego, people will be more interested in the event, and attendance will go up. People have more fun, it draws more attention to the university, then to our research, then we get an increase in grants. Maybe certain people get some raises? Maybe the board or even individual labs get sponsorships? There are infinite possibilities. The likelihood of any of these also increases with the amount of time we spend there. If it was a weekend event, people could do more networking, and enjoy the luxuries of the west coast. We’ve never had those opportunities in cold, dry Curiesville,” Dexter leaned back after his speech, appearing pleased with himself.

“Hmm,” Sophia paused with caution.

“I would certainly be more motivated to present in San Diego, and Dr. Blythe and I have some of the most cutting-edge research in the building. And that’s not hubris, that’s just a fact.”

“And how do you propose transportation would work? How do you know the board wouldn’t end up losing money by paying for a larger number of participants than usual to fly out to California?” she cross-examined.

“Because people from San Diego would also attend, and possibly other research institutes if we made it public enough. Transportation could be left up to the participants, anyway,” he said, “Realistically, if their research is worth presenting, I’m sure they can spare a few hundred dollars of grant money to travel to California for a weekend,” he shrugged.

The colour drained from Leopold’s face and he broke into a cold sweat. Leslie and Jeremy glanced at him with similar expressions. He reflexively shook his head at Dexter’s idea. It caught Sophia’s eye and she worked to conceal a smirk. She cleared her throat and maintained a professional demeanour with Dexter.

“I am making no deals, nor promises,” she began, “But I will look into it.”

“I’ll check in with you for regular updates, soon,” he said proudly.

“Don’t get excited,” she said, “I still have the time travel club to deal with before I can get to work on that.” They turned from each other and faced Leopold and his team.

“Yeah, what’s the deal Jeremy, why’d you bring the party pooper to our party? To POOP ON—?” Madison blurted out.

“OkaAAAY,” Leslie talked over her and covered her mouth, “You’ve made a great point just now, sweetie, that’s probably good enough.”

“You might want to watch how you talk to the person who is about to give you your lab back,” Sophia scoffed. The team traded glimpses in surprise at the remark.

“So… the gas leak was fixed?” Leo deduced.

“Yeah, essentially,” she replied, “It turns out that one of the pipes that collects the fumes from one of the organic chemistry labs had a fissure in it, so a lot of those gases — methane, hydrogen, chlorine — were starting to leak into your lab. But it’s been repaired, and they’re being disposed of properly again. I had the seals taken off your doors this morning; the air should be fine.”

The group looked at Jeremy for further validation.

“She wanted me to deliver the news, but I thought you should hear it from her. That’s why I brought her here with me,” Jeremy added, “Less room for miscommunication.”

Leopold’s anxious face softened. Leslie kept a straight face and an erect posture in an attempt to remain professional.

“Well… we appreciate you being so transparent on the issue, Sophia,” she said with a hint of gratitude, “And great job to you, Jeremy. Great idea.”

He acknowledged her compliment with a smile and a nod. Dexter stepped forward and scanned the time travel club.

“Hmph,” Dexter enunciated, “So your research is temporal relocation. How far into the past or future have you been able to travel? Or are you still testing objects?” he asked.

Leopold sheepishly glanced off to the side.

“W—well, we are still working out the kinks for experiment one—”

“You haven’t even started experiments yet? Don’t you know that at least one research paper needs to be finished by July? And that abstracts need to be turned in by June? Have you even written your introduction?”

“No, but—” Jeremy stuttered.

“Do you even have a ‘time machine?’” he scoffed, “I don’t even have to do any calculations to know that you’ll have to work overtime every day to be prepared for the conference.”

“I’m sorry, Dexter, I don’t ever remember Leopold asking for your opinion,” Leslie shot back, “Why don’t you worry about your own research, and we’ll see you at the conference in August.”

“I don’t have anything to worry about because my presentation and research project is finished. Dr. Blythe and I are treating Cystic Fibrosis with CRISPR-Cas9. I don’t assume you’ve heard of that.”

“I have, actually,” Leslie said with folded arms.

“Well, it’ll be old news soon, anyway. Dr. Blythe and I will be starting a new, joint-project together after the convention. It’ll be my last project in my post-doc.”

“You’re getting your post-doctorate right now?” Jeremy questioned.

“That’s right. I really played my cards right. If I hadn’t I’d probably still be getting my PhD, too,” he shrugged. Jeremy felt lighter with a surge of anger and shock running through him. He couldn’t think of anything to say, for he was too caught off guard. He clenched his jaw.

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Leslie spat.

Jeremy wondered how she even came up with anything to say.

“Then keep your eyes open, and you’ll be believing it any day now. I should tweak a few things in my paper before they publish it, anyway. Better get to work, Jeremy,” Dexter heckled, “I’m excited to read your first paper; I’m sure it will be great. But I’m a sucker for science fiction, so I’m biased.”

“Wha— I—”

“Come with me, Dexter. I want to finish working out the kinks of this San Diego trip before I forget. Enjoy your lab, there, Loon. Manage your time well,” Sophia mocked Leopold as she and Dexter turned and walked away.

“Oh, we will be just fine. Brilliant ideas work fast,” Leslie called to the both of them. She stood still, staring at their backs in silence. Madison and Leopold both stirred, as if they were going to leave, but she pulled both of them back to her side.

“Not yet. Stay here,” she directed, “Jeremy. Get over here, too.”

Confused and unsure, he drifted over to the other three with IO following behind. Leslie faced them in the same direction as her. She held a stone-cold expression, glaring Dexter and Sophia down while holding the rest of her team close. Martha held her body stiffly, out of discomfort. Jeremy spoke to her quietly, out of the side of his mouth.

“I thought you said people were intimidated by me for researching time travel,” he said.

“Well, I sure was! But… I am intimidated by most people who work here. Maybe I misread the room a little bit. Sorry sweetie,” she replied.

He sighed.

“I still think you’re all geniuses!” she whispered.

“At least we’ve got someone in our fan club,” Leo laughed wryly.

“Hey girl, you really know how to stand up for people!” Madison praised.

“Yeah, other people…” Leslie murmured, “Uh— but I— thank you, dear.” The two finally turned the corner and the team was officially alone. Leslie dispersed the group.

“Everything is not fine! We have to get moving,” she whisper-shouted, “We have to start writing our introduction!” She skittered down the hallway opposite to the one of their enemies, and waved them to follow her. Madison immediately lunged forward with her.

“Hey, hey, wait!” Martha whisper-shouted. Leslie kept running. Madison stopped in her tracks and looked back from a distance. Leopold and Jeremy came closer to her desk. Martha reached down beneath her desk, and placed three cardboard boxes on the surface.

“You got something delivered today,” she said, “I personally held onto them for you, just in case. I don’t trust some of these other employees around here, you know?”

Leopold glimpsed at the return address and raised his eyebrows. He picked up a box to check their weights. They were all fairly light, as he expected.

“The chemicals came?” Jeremy asked.

“Early,” Leo emphasised, “By an entire week!” he exclaimed, “Let’s go, let’s go! We’ve got work to do! Thank you, Martha! This is just what we needed!”

She smiled as Leo snatched a box, and ran. Madison stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Jeremy waved her away in the direction of their lab. He carried one box and stuffed the other inside the carrying compartment in IO’s body.

“Go on ahead, we got the boxes! We have no time to lose!”

#do you have the time?#leslie #max #madison #leopold #jeremy #martha #dexter #sophia #IO #time travel #science fiction #writing #writers on tumblr #the heat gets turned up and our scientists are forced into crunch time!#let's see if they'll be able to crank out enough research to time travel AND present it at the conference

0 notes

theteej · 8 years ago

Text

7. Knowing Little and Learning Much

I had no idea growing up that I’d end up building a career studying southern African history. Growing up as a mixed black kid in Southern California, I’d had scant direct introduction to the continent more generally and to South Africa in particular. I remember being overwhelmed by The Poisonwood Bible and Cry the Beloved Country as a high schooler, but I think it’s telling that my first two major memories were through books written by white folk about the continent. It wasn’t until my junior year of college that I decided I should take a leap and study abroad somewhere far away. I chose somewhere as far from what I thought I knew as possible—Pietermaritzburg, KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa. That’s how I found myself anxiously looking out over the dry stretches of scraggly fields with trepidation one July afternoon in 2004 as a twenty-year old undergraduate readying himself for a semester far away from home. That semester changed my life in ways I’m still beginning to understand, twelve years later. Moving to South Africa put so many things in sharp relief; I was unaware of how much of the world that I saw as ‘normal’ was instead based on everyday cultural conventions that didn’t follow me beyond America’s borders. I first heard isiZulu. I began to think about how a country ten years out of apartheid could reconcile its brutal past in its quotidian present. I began to think about how to be a historian for the first time. I made friends from a variety of groups—from astonishingly talented singers, to brilliant actors, to snarky writers, and beyond. I began to learn how little I knew, and how much I wanted to learn. When I stepped onto my college campus again in January, I cried for so many reasons. I cried for missing this new place and who I’d become in a semester. I cried because I’d begun to get the tiniest inkling of how little I knew. I cried because I’d fallen in love with a place and I wanted to spend my life getting back there.

I didn’t make it back to South Africa for another five years; in the interim I’d graduate with bachelors and masters degrees, taught high school, and moved to rural Illinois to start a PhD. I was twenty-five and desperately eager to go back and learn. I had so much to learn. I spent three months in 2009 back in Mzansi, and began my time back in Pietermaritzburg, but the place couldn’t be more different. I was part of an intensive isiZulu language program, and while I spent part of my time back at the University of KwaZulu-Natal where I’d studied abroad, this time my classes were all in isiZulu. I lived first in a residence hall, then in an urban township (iMbali), and then later in a rural community miles away (Manqongqo). This time made me keenly aware of the ways in which history and my own positions had prepared me to hear and perceive so much of the world around me on wildly uneven terms. The majority of the residence of KwaZulu-Natal spoke isiZulu as a first language, but I had really understood none of it in 2004. Much like in Southern California, the predominant language and cultural formations happened all around the white, colonial hegemons of English. It was as if a radio had been playing at a frequency beyond me, at full volume, and I suddenly became aware, ONCE AGAIN, of how little I knew. Of how wrong I was. Of how much I had to learn.

I returned two years later for a full academic year to do the archival research for my PhD. I was twenty-seven, more tired, more wary, more cynical, and yet my positions changed again. I was now in South Africa for the closest thing to business. This time I lived in Durban, the larger city by the sea, located nearly fifty miles (80km) away from the smaller capital of the Pietermaritzburg, and I tried to learn how to be an academic for reals. I struggled to think of my own positionality as a North American academic with so many thoughts and quick analyses and schemas, I wracked my brain trying to think of the ways in which language and culture and colonialism linked my existence and those of the people I encountered every day, I made friends who shaped my life profoundly. To the cynical surprise of someone who spends most of his time critically assessing the myriad transformations wrought by settler colonialism, I found myself feeling at home in Durban in some ways. This feeling made me realize the complexities of travel, of building lives, of claiming identities, but also steeled me for thinking through how to live in a space shaped by centuries of inequality, and to think about how I could take all of this overwhelming knowledge home with me. I ate loads of bunny chows—brilliant, red curries stacked in fluffy white loaves of bread. I drank cup after cup of espresso in local roasteries. I pored over pages of dry government reports and sanctimonious missionary publications, sifting through the arrogance of colonial words for indigenous voices, humanity, complexities of the violent collisions that shape our daily lived reality. I fell more in love.

I returned once more in 2015, this time shocked to be a full “grown-up,” a professional academic at thirty-one, on a university funded research trip. I struggled to be back in a town I’d loved, and to make connections three years after the fact. I despaired of ever finding the right material for my book—I felt the rush of imposter syndrome as I wondered whether or not I could even turn that hard-won dissertation into a readable tome. But I had an amazing month. I saw people I loved, I made new connections, I laughed and went on adventures and tried to record it all down in journals and photographs for the next iteration that would come back, as I always did, to Mzansi.

I boarded a plane for South Africa yet again on June 12, 2016. Ten days before, my boyfriend had broken up with me over the phone. The day before a man had murdered nearly fifty people at a gay club, most of them people of color. As I stood at the gate with my boarding pass in my hand, my phone rang. It was my grandmother, who as far as we knew, was in perfect health. She had eight weeks left to live.

“I’m on my way to the store, but I wanted to call and wish you the best,” her soft voice crackled over the static of her car’s speakers. I could picture her winding around California streets on a sunny afternoon in pursuit of groceries.

“You never forget to call, do you?”

“Of course not! Be safe. Learn things. You always come back with something wonderful, don’t you?”

“I’ll try, Grandma.”

I returned to South Africa this time feeling bereft. Things were falling apart all around me. I knew my life was about to be very different without Benjamin (and had no idea that my grandmother’s denouement was awaiting). I was even more cynical about me wanting to return to a location to be inspired and challenged, and had been writing more and more about settler presumptions. It felt familiar, and I felt nervous about the whole endeavor.

I was not prepared for the realization of how absurdly fortunate I was. I returned to Durban, and immediately fell into the arms of three people I loved at the airport—Mark Daku, my constant Canadian travel companion, and Shéla McCullough and Darren van Niekerk, dear friends who were about to be married. We laughed and bantered and chattered on, my spirits lifted despite the nearly thirty hours of travel fatigue I was battling. I immediately threw myself back into being in a space I loved. I walked the streets of Glenwood and remember being handed a free coffee as I walked into the Bean Green. “No charge today,” the barista said. “You’re home.” I teared up, even as I cynically wondered where home could be, and if such a thing could be true apart from colonialism. I drank the coffee with gratitude and salt-streaked eyes.

I spent two intense weeks in archives, back among familiar pages to flip through. I stared at the Indian Ocean’s relentless fanning of the sandy shore. I got my possessions rifled through by curious tree monkeys. I thought about this being my fifth time in such a transformative place, thirty-two and feeling more than a little bit broken by life around me. This trip was about love, hope, and possibility. I found new documents that excited me. I got to see dear friends who held me as I cried and let me feel less alone or overwhelmed . I got to embrace folk whose words I’d loved on the internet and couldn’t wait to chat with in person. 2004, 2009, 2011-12, and 2015 all crashed up against 2016 for me, and I saw myself at all those other times, and realized how much I still didn’t fucking know.

I watched Shéla and Darren get married on a winter’s afternoon in KwaZulu-Natal, the warmth of family near and far mingling with the joy of people who had become part of a chosen community that stretched across continents. I laughed out loud as Danni Bowler blasted Drake at full volume as she maneuvered through the streets of Johannesburg, insisting I sing along. I danced until my legs ached with Dean Hutton, Mvelase Peppetta, and Dexter Sagar in a tiny Cape Town club. I played a card game with Lauren Beukes and her amazing daughter on a chilly evening. I insisted on a road trip for schnitzel in the Midlands with Lauren Jarvis and Liz Timbs, each of us egging each other on to belt another Beyoncé song at the top of our lungs. I sat over dinner with Charl Blignaut, Sekoetlane Phamodi and Louise Ferreira and remembered that in moments of great pain are also moments of incredible love (and scintillating wit). I affectionately called Marc Kalina dad and listened to brilliant musicians at a historic anti-apartheid jazz club in Pinetown. I woke up every day emotionally overwrought, impossibly sensitive, and deeply grateful. I drank loudly and laughed harder with Mbali and Hlanganani than I’d done in ages. I got to tour Dean’s brilliant and devastating art exhibit that got me banned from facebook for a day. I sobbed while standing on Table Mountain in the rain with Amber Abrams and reconnected with my doppelganger Damien Williams over copious glasses of gin.

I remain deeply suspicious about the ways in which one can imagine being home in a space that is already occupied by others. But I also am eternally grateful for the opportunity to return to a country where I feel embarrassingly loved, deeply cared for, included in the lives and hopes and dreams of others so very dear to me. South Africa has transformed me as a student, as a thinker, as a writer, and as a person. I keep coming back to a place that teaches me how very little I know, and makes me hunger for the chance to learn more and more. This year was painful, but it was also beautifully reassuring that connections continue, that friends endure, and that life continues to hold love and meaning.

Ngiyabonga kakhulu, abangane bami.

------

This is the tenth of sixteen short essays about things that have changed for me this year. Stay tuned for the (finally) remaining few as time goes on. #Teej16

1 note · View note

keremulusoy · 5 years ago

Text

“My Own Life Become Interesting To Me From Time To Time”

Kemal Hasim Karpat, a veteran academician of the Turkish social sciences and historiography world, who was born in 1923 in Babadag town of Dobruca, Romania, died on February 20,2019 in Madison, Wisconsin, USA.

“I’m Not Rich, I’m Not High-Ranked, But I Got Something: A Mind, An Opinion… And I Do Not Change It With Anything.”*

Karpat was a multi-directional social scientist and intellectual who lived his life in difficulties and had an outstanding academic career in Turkey and the United States during the most difficult period of the Cold War. One of the most brilliant researchers of his generation, Karpat conducted a science with strong connections between the profession of historiography and the social sciences. He has published dozens of volumes in the fields of historical demography, migrations and settlements history, political history of late Ottoman and Republic, the history of urbanization, the history of foreign policy, and the history of the Middle East and Central Asia. He guided young researchers by conducting pioneering studies on the importance of migration and resettlement policies and population development in state formation and nation building. Karpat’s education life was respectively shaped by Haydarpasa High School, bachelor’s degree from Istanbul University Faculty of Law (1948), a master’s degree in Political Science from the University of Washington in Seattle, and a PhD in Political Science from New York University (1957). Karpat’s doctoral dissertation, a study on the history of Turkish democracy, which was later published and still taught at many universities. He worked throughout his life at the Montana State University (1957-1962), Middle East Technical University (1958-59 and 1969-71), The New York University (1962-71), the University of Wisconsin-Madison as distinguished service professor (1967-2003) and Istanbul City University (after 2011). Karpat also worked as a visiting lecturer at many universities such as Columbia, Harvard, Johns Hopkins, Robert College, EHESS, Bilkent, Yıldız Technical during various periods of his academic life. He founded the Turkish Research Center at UW-Madison and the International Journal of Turkish Studies in 1979 and conducted it until his death. In the years between 1970-1988, Karpat directed UW-Madison’s Middle East Studies Program and established and chaired the Association of Central Asian Studies Program in 1985-1995. From 1966 to 1986, he was one of the founders of the Middle East Studies Association of North America and was president for a term. In 1971-74, he became the founding president of the Turkish Studies Association in the USA. Engin Deniz Akarlı, Huricihan F. Islamoglu, Uner A. Turgay, S. Hakan Kırımlı, Robert W. Zens, Ilan Karmi, A. Deniz Balgamis, Akile Zorlu- Durukan, Kaan Durukan, Adeeb Khalid, Keiko Kyotaki, M. Vedat Gurbuz are the first students of him to come to the mind.

Grand National Assembly Of Turkey Honorary Award Karpat was an honorary member of the Turkish Historical Society and the Turkish Academy of Sciences, and a member of several academies, including the Romanian Studies Association, the American Historical Association, the American Political Science Association and the Royal Asiatic Society. In 2009, he received the Grand National Assembly of Turkey Honorary Award and in 2016 he received the Presidential Grand Prize in Culture and Arts. His works were published mainly in English at the beginning and afterwards many of them were translated into Turkish. Apart from Turkish, some of the world languages in which his works have been translated to are Romanian, Hebrew, Persian, Arabic, Chinese and Albanian. He donated his library consisting of approximately 5,500 books and his personal archive (documents, book preparation notes, correspondence, reports, photographs, etc.) for the period from 1950 to his death to Istanbul Sehir University for the use of researchers and students.

Nearly 80 Years Of Academic Life During the period 1950-1970, he wrote many books and articles on Turkish political history, comparative politics, Middle Eastern politics and social change. In 1970-80, he continued his publications in the fields of social change in Turkey and Ottoman and Turkish History. Many work such as The Ottoman State and Its Place in World History or Turkish-Soviet Relations in addition to The Gecekondu: Rural Migration and Urbanization are the works of this period. After 1980, the number of publications on Ottoman history, Central Asian history and Turkish politics history increased. Kemal Karpat published extensive historical synthesis trials and significant edition work with the 1990s after the end of the cold war. His independent and editorial works in the field of Ottoman, Middle East history and politics and Central Asian history and culture continued. His works on migration and population movements, nationalism movements and their development dynamics and effects in the Ottoman and today, Turkey and near geographies have determined the main trajectory of his works in these years. Urbanization, social change, formation of the middle classes, developments in the dynamics of the historical population, migration and settlement history theses and narrations on the basis of empirical studies have emerged with his historical synthesis studies. Kemal Karpat’s upcoming full 80 years of academic life is a dedicated life to science that developed with the love of knowledge and research, full of struggles for the development of social sciences and historiography disciplines in Turkey. Rest in peace.

Kemal Karpat

People of a lifetime

I have a history

NOTES

“The ‘River That Pierces The Mountain” “People are like rivers flowing towards the sea. They walk, live like a river in a certain line and reach to endless seas at some point. Some people, on the other hand, look for new ways without knowing what lies in their hearts, minds, but by submitting to their power. If do not find, they walk by making their own way. Until they reach the sea. Just like the ‘river that pierces the mountain.’’*

“I Have A History” I am a person who is open to any idea, respects every idea, accepts technology, wants brotherhood among the people defending democracy and defends tolerance. However, on the other hand, I have an origin, I have a history, I have a belief. I would like to keep them too. By preserving the foundations, it is possible to build new buildings on it.”

* It is taken from Emin Tanrıyar’s “River that Pierces the Mountain”: Kemal H. Karpat book and interviews of Karpat gave about his own life.

Yazan: Alim Arlı

*This article was published in the July– August issue of Marmara Life.

Kemal H. Karpat “My Own Life Become Interesting To Me From Time To Time” Kemal Hasim Karpat, a veteran academician of the Turkish social sciences and historiography world, who was born in 1923 in Babadag town of Dobruca, Romania, died on February 20,2019 in Madison, Wisconsin, USA.

0 notes

jeremystrele · 5 years ago

Text

Preserving Plants Forever At Royal Botanic Gardens Victoria

Dream Job

by Elle Murrell

Angharad Johnson works her dream job as the Part-Time Digitising Officer at The National Herbarium of Victoria. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The National Herbarium of Victoria building, located within the Royal Botanic Gardens Victoria, Melbourne. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Angharad holds a BSc. Marine Biology and MSc. in Biological Photography and Imaging. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Not only did she teach me how to pronounce deceptively-spelled ‘An-hah-red’, but also about the astounding Global Plants Initiative. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

‘The whole point is to get it out of the cupboards, out of the museum, and make it online and accessible for everyone,’ Angharad tells of her digitising work. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

How is this for a lunch spot! Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Angharad is responsible for scanning and photographing Australian type specimens from the Royal Botanic Gardens Victoria’s collection, checking the protologue information, and updating the collections database as needed. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Digitising collections opens up a whole raft of project opportunities. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Working with teammate Curation Officer Nimal Karunajeewa. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

The 40-year-old Digitising Officier, mum-of-two, and The Planthunter contributing author. Photo – Amelia Stanwix for The Design Files.

Angharad Johnson has an impressive skill set that bridges both the arts and the sciences. Working as National Herbarium of Victoria‘s Digitising Officer since 2014, she’s pivoted from marine science to fashion photography and half-way back. And this is all while having a family, plus penning brilliant articles for The Planthunter too!

A big part of Angharad’s job is centered around the astounding Global Plants Initiative. This collaborative international project aims to digitise type specimens and other botanical resources from herbaria around the world. Make these resources available online has the potential to aid in all manner of new discoveries, from agricultural to medical, as well as facilitate repatriations. Delving into the Royal Botanic Gardens Victoria’s vast collection, she has so far scanned and photographed tens-of-thousands of specimens (including an incredible illustration from 1806 and an ornate, leather-bound ‘Seaweed Album’ when I was visiting!).

Growing up in Mandurah, on Western Australia’s south-west coast, Angharad studied a Bachelor of Science degree in Marine Biology at James Cook University, where she also undertook photography as an elective. Picture this: it’s 1998 and you’re on field trips to vibrant Great Barrier Reef research stations, there’s plenty of scuba diving and other tropical adventures!

After graduating, she moved to Melbourne and picked up work at a photographic studio. The bulk of the shoots were for fashion catalogues, and, for Angharad, provided her first plunge into digital photography and lots of hands-on, practical experience.

Missing science, in 2005 she ‘took off overseas’ to travel and ultimately merge passions via a Master of Science degree in Biological Photography and Imaging at the University of Nottingham (slightly less tropical field trips this time!). In London, a year of one-day-per-week volunteering at The Natural History Museum, while working to save for her studies, later allowed Angharad to undertake her dissertation at the renowned institution.

Upon returning to Melbourne with her husband, she saw an advertisement for a Part-Time Digitising Officer opening on the Victorian Government’s job’s website. An application, panel interview, and short while later, she had the job!

That was five years ago. Today Angharad, aged 40, shares more about her unique and incomprehensibly important position…

The most important verb in the get-your-dream-job lexicon is…

Stay curious! Don’t feel you need to be stuck in one role; skills are transferable. Take risks and be open-minded to opportunity.

I landed this job by…

It was the first job I applied for when I relocated back to Australia in 2014 from the UK so I felt pretty thrilled to jump straight into such a great workplace.

A typical day for me involves…

The collection in the herbarium consists of 1.5 million pressed and dried plant (plus algae, moss, lichen, and fungi) specimens. The main bulk of my day is photographing Australian or Global type specimens, which are designated specimens to which a taxon name is permanently attached and are important for botanists to compare against and check plant names. The images are then uploaded to a global partnership database called the ‘Global Plants Initiative’, where they can be accessed and shared around the world. I regularly check-in with the Curation Officers and Foreign Database team to query plant names or service their image requests. I also collaborate with botanists on various projects, such as imaging Eucalyptus specimens, or seedlings, for the online Flora of Victoria.

Occasionally, I also work with external artists who use images of our specimens or objects from the botanical library as creative inspiration.

Aside from the significant scientific value, some of the specimens are really beautiful, almost like small artworks in themselves, so I love seeing the creative outcomes of these projects.

The most rewarding part of my job is…

I genuinely learn something new every day. I love digging out the stories. On one side there is the historical element, as each specimen is essentially a time capsule; it could be collected on a particular expedition (say, Charles Darwin on the Beagle voyage) or a species that is now extinct in the wild. On the flipside, I am surrounded by colleagues who are at the forefront of research and publishing new findings.

Overall it’s a great sense of achievement to see the images go live to increase the accessibility of the collections. With the world’s environments under threat, I feel my teammates and I are creating an important record of plant diversity for future generations. And of course, there are the beautiful gardens themselves… I can’t complain about the lunch-break scenery!

On the other hand, the most challenging aspect is…

… anything to do with technical equipment comes with its own set of challenges – trying to maintain industry standards. Plant taxonomy has also been a very steep learning curve (one I am still mastering!).

The culture of my workplace is…

…. collaborative and open.

Everyone takes their job seriously, but has a great sense of humour (very important!). My teammates are really supportive and always on hand to answer my million queries; my boss Pina’s mantra is ‘No such thing as a stupid question!’

I’m always…

Taking photographs of dead plants… and drinking cups of tea!

On Job Day at school, I dressed up as…

I grew up in Mandurah, Western Australia by the beach, so, it was definitely a Marine Biologist/Dolphin-Whisperer. I was dead-set on being one from the age of nine. While my friends had posters of boy bands on their bedroom walls, I had ‘Cetaceans of the World’!.

Alas, there are no dolphins at work…but there’s plenty of seaweed.

My idea of the perfect workplace is…

My role here is pretty niche but ticks many boxes: photography, science, history, and culture. And there’s always an excellent selection of cakes before meetings!

The best piece of advice I’ve received is…

.Work hard and do what you love (thanks Ma and Pa).

Over the years, my workplace has…

This role has grown over time as the project scope has increased. Mass-digitisation and citizen science are the new hot topics as more and more worldwide collections are being digitised and disseminated. Once collections are online it opens up a whole raft of project opportunities.

In the next five years, I’d like to…

Build on my skills and continue to collaborate with my colleagues to unlock more incredible stories housed in the State Botanical Collection.

Find out more about the National Herbarium of Victoria, located within the Royal Botanic Gardens Victoria, here. RBGV has an enticing program of events, including Harp Meditations, ClimateWatch Walks and Aboriginal Heritage Walks, view the full calendar here.

0 notes

loudsoulcandy-blog · 7 years ago

Text

How to utilize essay or dissertation blogger online, just i would to write any dissertation for free?

Using this particular service is actually Lawful along with Just isn't banned by university/college procedures.

Those obsessed with being familiar with or bettering their particular People from france capabilities, this kind of flashcard is available for you. It is possible to ask the following useful resource today to start with discovering the French language.

Our workforce of internet writers includes people who have vital academic crafting capacities and also experience throughout various areas of study.

We will be able to guarantee you of this money-back guarantee when you finally request an important paper out of all of us. First, today i want to examine the grounds. Chances are you'll have to have a repayment if perhaps:

We can be a papers writing program for young students that gives personalized composition assist cheaply. Our organization contains a good out there website, professional assistance workforce along with skilled writers; this specific group of 3 can only be provided because of the finest and quite a few reliable producing service out there. Along with newspaper creating, we existing touch-ups and proofreading function upon issue.

Article Review

Personal Statement

Admission Essay

Book/Movie Review

Formatting

Coursework

http://www.helpessaypapers.com/?p=36/

You must inquire teacher that educating method they are going to use along with you. We all train through the correctly prepared process. When you finally obtain to acquire a time, many of us try taking a little time and energy to examine a person's curriculum. All of us make some sort of teaching method for yourself as reported by the necessity in the issue.

"Quick Prof offers frequently taught me to be during my investigation. My spouse and i in particular speak to these people just before this examinations and also the trainers are usually normally generally there to extend some sort of encouraging fretting hand."

Finding providers this write articles for your money is simple, however recognizing those that are reliable is not really. let us discuss the information to seek through for

I have a fresh, article, engage in, or maybe e-book. I needed editing, duplicate editing and enhancing, editing, the assess of my perform, or a problem offer.

Get your own faithful position wherever you obtain all of the information and facts regarding sessions.

MAKE Jobs INSTANTLY

Other, Is important, Three pages

The status of Medical professional of Science guarantees several privileges. Only MA and Ph.D. holders can count on the highly-paid jobs and impressive career improvement. The a single with Ph.D. can develop into a university’s dean even though we talk about such prestigious educational institutions as Harvard or Oxford. Under no circumstances cease around the accomplished - getting Bachelor isn't the limit. You may do far more!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZtTdLhO5ic

for assistance functions sole. Any forms really should be combined with proper resource.

Plagiarism isn't any adequate practically situation. People make perfectly sure that pretty much all options will undoubtedly be the right way noted in addition to what you may acquire could be uniquely developed. Almost nothing most people produce occasion to be replicated by any place else. A paperwork performed by using EduBirdie are always inspected employing anti-plagiarism programs. In this way, that the paper you will enjoy should have really been personally built and then aiimed at your own personal must have.

Searching for the purpose of Specialist Composition Posting Guidance?

Sometimes learners publish all contemplating it will help these people.

If you’re equipped just where you’re ready to mention, “Just aid me prepare my best essay or dissertation online” then look simply no more deeply. EduBirdie is the place where available for you!

We would definitely be a teen and potent supplier, that will expands and are operating in educative producing particular field for ages. We've really helped countless your people for you to submit quality newspapers, find a college degree, spare major time!

0 notes

reallyspeedywinner-blog · 7 years ago

Text

Use the chance, request inexpensive dissertation help online

No Plagiarism

Theses

Papers arranged as per APA, MLA, Chicago or even Harvard

We like a customized study assist creating agency residence many pros, below here to support within obtaining your aspires in addition to aims. Study crafting can be a service the location where the pupils or maybe his or her parents can easily allow united states considering the research of their young children, all of our experts might create the item for them, together with moms and dads may obtain homework. Publishing is usually an art work and A person that folks comprehend in addition to master, for the reason that i am going. We have now specialists who're skilled in writing along side the individuals that they get better at with. All of us for no reason highly recommend that this study within the youngsters should really become entirely accomplished by means of an individual more.

When an individual accomplish us all, all of us acutely evaluate your subject essentials and also go over your current requires with trainers.

For people to get absolutely fulfilled, they necessitate an understanding of methods concerns do the job. In an attempt to serve a purpose, we've got produced the next policy. A privacy operates as a channel to describe points pertaining to our own handling in our shoppers. The next policy tells regarding details accumulating, the reason why a data can be harvested, the best way it really is utilized with regard to as well as some additional applicable procedures applicable to the utilization of this specific web page.

To recieve an essay or dissertation guide web based you want to complete the application form on our web site. Alternatively you can email some of our moderators through online talk ideal currently. Moreover, we've got a specific advantage program for long-term customers. Don’t neglect the opportunity to join our own major welcoming power team, which incorporates enrollees from the American, Nova scotia, Country perhaps even Modern australia. A huge selection of young adults benefit from the solutions every day to generate help achieve the hardest university or college plus university clinical disciplines in many countries.

Get gone emotional tension as well as save your valuable fees purchasing from StudentHelper!

The works function as glimpse in to the intellect is effective, the way you observe the entire world and gives point of view. When you have didn't have some globe shattering expertise this shocked your entire world, don’t say you probably did. Ones ideas will be compelled along with disingenuous.

We feature pocket-friendly estimates and supply premium excellent work, invariably.

http://thepapersacademic.com/wp-admin/widgets.php

"Quick Prof has commonly forced me to be around my scientific studies. My spouse and i particularly call all of them ahead of this qualifications along with the teachers are usually regularly there to increase any serving hands."

We have got made each of our web-site to serve the actual prerequisites of scholars of high university as well as over stage. All of us usually do not charm individuals of one's cheaper levels so we undoubtedly never approve their own company accounts. In the event we ever come across such action or even profile, most people closed them all the way down rapidly. Additionally we urge our shoppers to make sure us all about any such bill.

Have a buddy go through it and interact with a person's point.

. Or maybe 20000 words for the report for More rapid Examining Procedures. Also i have got a challenging format of ways the particular report will surely have to pass, even so 'm offered to guidelines. Title not needed although loved. I will completely validate accomplished manage to confirm which matters have been appropriately reviewed plus high-quality is perfectly up to usual. The completed report will likely need to become delivered

We make certain 100% a refund as a dissatisfaction. You'll question a money fulfillment as soon as that customizable paper cardstock is definitely later part of the, as well as its own articles isn't going to get together demands. You have a cash back once again if you've found yourself back once again documentation by way of erroneous style style, grammar slipups. The majority of the company is delighted simply by our own novelists. For anyone who is dismayed, any time there'd get syntax problems, unsuitable format, may well consult a full return. Can perform them if ever the documents are the later part of in case prefer to doesn’t get together demands.

Attention!

If you’re in a situation when you’re all set to state, “Just assist me to write this essay or dissertation online” take a look virtually no farther. EduBirdie takes place when for your needs!

The status of Medical doctor of Science guarantees quite a few privileges. Only MA and Ph.D. holders can count on the highly-paid jobs and impressive career improvement. The one with Ph.D. can become a university’s dean even when we discuss such prestigious educational institutions as Harvard or Oxford. In no way cease around the accomplished - getting Bachelor will not be the limit. You can do extra!

Customer Approval Guaranteed

Individual approach

Writer’s choice

Today

Due to make sure you terms screen, you locate the software very unlikely to view together with comprehend waterless scholarly articles

Critical Considering, Control, Various pages

Helpful Features plus Key Benefits

We accept

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03YCfJjVjEM

PAY In the Completed PAPERS

Should my personal secondly dissertation as well give attention to accommodate? * If you can relate isn't your first composition to the reason you are a fantastic match for the main, i quickly would certainly go for it.

Critical Thinking that, Direction, A variety of pages

0 notes

transparentyouthflower-blog · 7 years ago

Text

Use the chance, request inexpensive dissertation help online

No Plagiarism

Theses

Papers arranged as per APA, MLA, Chicago or even Harvard

When an individual accomplish us all, all of us acutely evaluate your subject essentials and also go over your current requires with trainers.

Get gone emotional tension as well as save your valuable fees purchasing from StudentHelper!

We feature pocket-friendly estimates and supply premium excellent work, invariably.

http://thepapersacademic.com/wp-admin/widgets.php

Have a buddy go through it and interact with a person's point.

Attention!

If you’re in a situation when you’re all set to state, “Just assist me to write this essay or dissertation online” take a look virtually no farther. EduBirdie takes place when for your needs!

Customer Approval Guaranteed

Individual approach

Writer’s choice

Today

Due to make sure you terms screen, you locate the software very unlikely to view together with comprehend waterless scholarly articles

Critical Considering, Control, Various pages

Helpful Features plus Key Benefits

We accept

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03YCfJjVjEM

PAY In the Completed PAPERS

Critical Thinking that, Direction, A variety of pages

0 notes

boybrunch-blog · 7 years ago

Text

MBA Dissertation Writing Service

Masters in Business Administration (MBA) is concerned as the chief topic amongst others in the world today. The trainees who choose for MBA as their profession might discover it really difficult due to the fact that the instructors need them to reveal that they have actually cultivated all business management abilities in their minds through their tasks. MBA Assignment Help

Our imaginative MBA task authors can include countless worth to your success. In MBA tasks you have to reveal that you have actually gotten each and every ability that is being taught so it is great for you to employ MBA task authors online and remain on top amongst your peers.

Intro: MBA program includes broad varying business courses that consist of financing, human resources, marketing, accounts, operations management, method and business analysis and so on. MBA is an expert degree course in which the accreditation body guarantees quality knowing modules.

Composing MBA essays is not a simple gig rather a complicated job to interact the info about a defined subject. Bulk of trainees invest sleep deprived nights to get a great grasp of MBA essays. In due course of their MBA session, the space is recognized and satisfied appropriately.

College student standing for Masters are casual in their technique that is thought about to be the greatest defect in providing essays. The mindset of recklessness might show in their paper that can obstruct the scholastic profession of trainees. Without taking the threat, trainees are recommended to take expert assistance to achieve their MBA essays.

Be it your MBA essays in admission test or essays consisted of in the coursework, we are constantly prepared to provide you with 100 percent genuine articles. We comprehend how hard it is to research study on MBA project composing in UK after the entire day of stressful class schedule.

Composing Assignments for MBA course includes getting familiarized with scholastic research study through thesis or coursework. If you are one of those who are browsing for expert services that can compose MBA project for you, then you have actually come at the finest writing service for MBA project assistance in UK.

Projects construct your research study, composing and analytical abilities which are vital to excel your profession. MBA is a course that requires you to be efficient and innovative in regards to marketing and financing. These tasks are constructing blocks of an MBA pursuing trainee.

Numerous projects of MBA make the trainees to equal the competitive instructional environment, thus making them experienced and unique. An MBA task can be anything, be it useful or theoretical that needs evaluating the business' marketing techniques and strategies and more. The worth of project is not unidentified to the trainees however some aspects make them not able to finish their tasks completely which is why they look for.

Prior to purchase anything on the web, you frequently search for the evaluations of the associated product and services to inspect whether the dealership is genuine or not. Nobody can rely on any random site to delegate such essential scholastic obligations. It is constantly needed that you select the ideal business to obtain MBA Project Help.

Picture that you have actually purchased an MBA project online and sending that project has actually degraded your image in the eyes of your teachers. No doubt, this creativity would have made you uneasy. Never ever be drawn by any business, make a comprehensive research study and analysis prior to choosing MBA project aid.

We guarantee you, at "Assignment Desk", you will get real, trustworthy task composing business offering a variety of composing services to the trainees of UK. We constantly provide you the finest quality files.

Our customized MBA project assistance has actually assisted the trainees to quickly attain greater grades and this is the crucial reason trainees choose "Assignment Desk" to have MBA project aid or other task aid like IT task aid, shows task aid, nursing project assistance, physics project aid, chemistry project assistance and so on

. MBA, or Master of Business Administration, is a greater post-graduate research study course that prepares you to be efficient and innovative in marketing and financing, according to the requirements of business in the leading markets. MBA tasks assist might assist you accomplish your objectives, quickly, in the way that the company needs.

You might believe: "Where do I get an author that would be certified to compose my MBA paper? How do I understand that I purchase a quality item?"

In our network of self-employed scholastic professionals you will discover specialists who have many tasks behind their backs and Business Administration Masters degrees. The very same goes for your topics - it just depends on the information of your essay, your spending plan and time restraints.

MBA institutes supply their trainees with numerous tasks of MBA at an intra-college competitive level. An IGNOU MBA project can be a theoretical task, or fieldwork, such as going to different business and discovering their marketing techniques, HR policies, monetary quotes and so on.

Our custom-made MBA task assistance has actually assisted the trainees to quickly accomplish greater grades and this is the essential factor why trainees choose "Assignment Desk" to have MBA project aid or any other task aid like IT project assistance, shows task assistance, nursing task aid, physics project aid, chemistry task aid and so on

.Assignmentsmba.com has actually been supplying task aid for MBA to the MBA trainees all over the world studying distinguished organizations. We supply round the clock research assistance for MBA and help for MBA trainees. We have the credibility of being among the leading online MBA assistance companies, and being acknowledged by the trainees for offering outstanding tutorials on MBA and notes on MBA.

The great news is that we can end up being an assisting hand for you and can offer you with online MBA task assistance service at sound costs. Our business can provide you the ticket to end up being an effective MBA prospect. We utilize our minds and hearts for finishing your MBA projects so that you can stand in the line of high achievers in your university.

Composing an MBA Assignment is not a simple job, one requires to have time and appropriate concentration to see it through whereas a trainee is primarily not able to commit all of his/her time to a task. This is why they may require MBA Assignment composing aid and we frequently discover trainees ask: 'can somebody compose my custom-made MBA task'! We provide Professional MBA Writing assistance at our custom-made MBA task composing service business where you can trust us with your project documents!

You need to explain all these guidelines and much in your project. Hence, it is a need to for you to do research study on your coursework subject prior to composing it. There are numerous sources such as library books and the web you can utilize for the very same.

MBA is a specific degree certification that is created to present different fields of business to trainees such as, marketing, personnel advancement, accounting, operation management, tactical preparation, and financing and so on. Trainees pursuing their profession in business studiessuch as bachelors in business administration or master's in business administration frequently come across business case research study projects, MBA/BBApaper composing projects, MBA powerpoint discussions, MBA argumentations, MBA technical composing jobs, MBA report composing research, business strategy projects and also various MBA tasks that impart much offer of problem on to trainees. Therefore, assignmentsmba.com has actually intended to supply finest online MBA research assistance service by means of its most skilled, extremely certified specialists and knowledgeable masters.

Our round the clock MBA research aid is offered for MBA research study help, MBA job assistance and MBA task overview of every trainee from any corner of world. Our groups consists of MBA experts from many distinguished institutes and are completely assessed for their academic credentials so to guarantee impressive MBA assistance upon your demand. Whether you are searching for MBA essays assist, MBA posts support, MBA term paper assistance, MBA keeps in mind aid, MBA research study tutorials, school business research aid, college business research assistance, university MBA research assistance, MBA project assistant, MBA examination aid or any sort of business research studies guide; then assignmentsmba.com would be the most preferable and ideal assistance stop.

Tasks develop your research study, composing and analytical abilities which are important to excel your profession. MBA is a course that requires you to be efficient and imaginative in regards to marketing and financing. These tasks are developing blocks of an MBA pursuing trainee.

Numerous tasks of MBA make the trainees to equal the competitive instructional environment, consequently making them experienced and unique. An MBA task can be anything, be it useful or theoretical that needs evaluating the business' marketing methods and strategies and more. The worth of task is not unidentified to the trainees however some aspects make them not able to finish their tasks completely which is why they look for.

Prior to purchase anything on the web, you typically search for the evaluations of the associated product and services to examine whether the dealership is genuine or not. Nobody can rely on any random site to turn over such crucial scholastic obligations. It is constantly needed that you select the best business to obtain MBA task assistance.

Envision that you have actually purchased an MBA project online and sending that project has actually weakened your image in the eyes of your teachers. No doubt, this creativity would have made you uneasy. Never ever be enticed by any business, make a comprehensive research study and analysis prior to choosing MBA task assistance.

We guarantee you, at "Assignment Desk", you will get authentic, dependable task composing business offering a variety of composing services to the trainees of UK. We constantly use you the finest quality files.

Our custom-made MBA task assistance has actually assisted the trainees to quickly attain greater grades and this is the crucial factor why trainees choose "Assignment Desk" to have MBA project aid or any other task aid like IT project aid, shows project assistance, nursing task aid, physics task aid, chemistry project assistance and so on

. Composing MBA essays is not a simple gig rather an intricate job to interact the info about a defined subject. In due course of their MBA session, the space is determined and satisfied appropriately.

Throughout your MBA you will appointed research that will cover lots of various locations of business. Numerous MBA trainees likewise have a hard time with the time to compose excellent tasks as time is simply too restricted. For these factors numerous trainees will look for MBA project assistance to guarantee that they can send the finest possible projects.

Trainees pursuing their profession in business studiessuch as bachelors in business administration or master's in business administration typically experience business case research study projects, MBA/BBApaper composing projects, MBA powerpoint discussions, MBA argumentations, MBA technical composing jobs, MBA report composing research, business strategy tasks and similarly various MBA tasks that impart much offer of concern on to trainees. Our round the clock MBA research assistance is offered for MBA research study help, MBA job aid and MBA task guide to every trainee from any corner of world. Whether you are looking for MBA essays assist, MBA short articles support, MBA research study paper assistance, MBA keeps in mind aid, MBA research study tutorials, school business research assistance, college business research assistance, university MBA research assistance, MBA task assistant, MBA examination aid or any sort of business research studies guide; then assignmentsmba.com would be the most preferable and ideal assistance stop.

Our group consists of scholars who have expert degrees in MBA and Management System, strives to satisfy the requirements of the trainees, that includes having quality in MBA and getting great grades in MBA. Our group prepares subject particular MBA posts, MBA term paper, MBA assistance products, MBA notes and MBA research study product.

To additional, our low expense MBA research aid is another accomplishment of assignmentsmba.com desire offer MBA support to every trainee from any corner of world, considering their spending plan restraints. Our MBA aid service covers easy to comprehensive subjects and complex to twisty business principles so to guarantee total MBA research aid to trainees. Our MBA know-how will assist you in comprehensive, step-by-step technique while you are fighting with accounting research, economics tasks, Entrepreneurship jobs, financing paper works, operation management jobs, marketing projects, real-estate tasks, tactical preparation research and much more to employ.

The Master of Business Administration (MBA) is a master's degree in business administration, which brings in individuals from a vast array of scholastic disciplines. The core courses in the MBA program are developed to present trainees to the different locations of business such as accounting, marketing, personnels, operations management, and so on. Trainees in some MBA programs have the choice to pick a location of concentration and focus around one-third of their research studies in this location.

Our MBA group does not think to recycle or rephrase the rotten info and providing it to trainees, rather they work acutely to establish well-written, most precisely investigated, initial, plagiarized complimentary material to your tasks. That's the factor that trainees looking for assistance from assignmentsmba.com created great grades, high ratings, enhanced efficiency, exceptional remarks and fantastic abilities in their MBA jobs and jobs. Our rigorous policy of following due dates is another prominent function that makes us trainees' preferable MBA aid website.

We wear t think in simply recycling the rotten piece of details and forwarding it to our trainees. Our group brings on comprehensive research study and analysis to offer you finest MBA Writing Service.

We have the track record of being one of the leading online MBA aid companies, and being acknowledged by the trainees for offering exceptional tutorials on MBA and notes on MBA.

#MBA Assignment Help #MBA Assignment Writing Service #MBA Writing Service #Online MBA Assignment Help #MBA Report Writing #MBA Project Help #MBA Essay #Do My MBA Essay

0 notes