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waveypedia · 3 years ago

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they don’t know you like i do

Rymin Week Day 5: Birthdays

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Ao3

Ryan wakes up to a sloppy cheek kiss.

“Mmmm,” he sighs, unconsciously leaning into the source. It’s something soft and warm, and unquestionably familiar and comforting even to his sleep-addled brain. For a minute he slumps drowsily against the warm lump, whatever it is, until it unfortunately moves away. What a tragedy. The universe truly is against him. Just him against the world…

A hand, gentle yet firm, shakes his shoulder. “C’mon, Ry. Time to wake up.”

“Ughhhh,” Ryan mumbles, rolling flat on his back. His eyes don’t want to open. “Not yet.”

If Ryan was more conscious, he’d register the laughter in the other’s voice. “Today’s an important day. Do you remember?”

Ryan sat up, blearily rubbing at his eyes. “Izzit a show day?”

“No, not yet.” Ryan’s eyes opened just in time to see a slightly-blurry but nonetheless beautiful Min hovering in front of his face with an excited yet bashful smile. Ryan couldn’t help a smile of his own, just looking at his handsome boyfriend. Yet all thoughts were dashed when Min leaned in for a kiss, effectively cutting off all of Ryan’s brainpower.

When Min finally pulls away, he is grinning euphorically. “Happy birthday, Ryan.”

Ryan leans into Min’s shoulder. “Happy birthday, Min.”

After a few more kisses, Ryan reluctantly slips out of the warm bed (or lack thereof) and shakes himself awake. The sun is just barely peeking over the horizon, and the interior of the van is shrouded in long shadows. Min, who has never truly taken to getting up early, is starting to droop.

Ryan wraps an arm around his boyfriend. “Not that I don’t want snuggles, Min, but I’m guessing you woke me up for a reason?”

“Oh! Right. Yes.” Min shakes himself, rubbing fatigue out of his eyes, and stands up straight. Ryan scrambles to stand as well so he doesn’t lose his grip.

Min turns and makes eye contact, smirking mischievously. “Check outside.”

“Hmm?” Ryan makes for the van’s back door, tugging a sleepy but excited Min along with him. He opens it and sees… “Wait. We’re here?”

Min grins at him. “Yeah, I did some late-night driving so we could have the whole day to ourselves.”

Ryan laughs, euphoria tinging his voice. His emotions felt uncontrollable and unstable from sleep. He was still in that half-awake state where his emotions hadn’t quite settled yet, and all he could feel was a tidal wave of happiness and love. Affection for his amazing boyfriend.

“Miiiiin,” he faux-whines, squeezing Min’s side. “But now you’re gonna be all tired! And I want to spend time together on our birthday!”

Min coughs lightly, his cheeks coated with a heavy blush. “Well- I- I didn’t drive for too long, Ryan. I’ll be fine.”

Ryan gives Min a long, measuring look, then shrugs. “If you say so. You know yourself best, and I trust you. I’ll be watching you, though, buster,” he says warningly, pointing his fingers at his eyes and then Min’s own.

Min chuckles, somewhat awkwardly. “If it gets to be too much, I’ll say something. I promise, Ryan.”

“Good.” Ryan leans against Min’s side, before changing his mind and pulling his boyfriend into a full hug. “Now let’s go celebrate our birthday, huh? We have two years to make up for!”

Min leans down to rest his chin on Ryan’s shoulder. “I am more than ready.”

They check into the hotel and unpack as quickly as possible. They’re used to getting situated quickly, (all those late nights performing made for good experience) but this time their haste is borne out of excitement instead of fatigue. Once they’re settled, they spent a little while lying on the bed, just cuddling and enjoying each other’s company.

Min lovingly brushes his fingers through Ryan’s hair. He’s done it so many times now since they first embarked on their tour, but Ryan will never get tired of it. He leans his head back into Min’s soothing touch.

He could stay like this forever, but unfortunately, that is not in store. He and Min have a few errands to run. They don’t quite feel like errands, though. Not when they’re spent in the company of each other.

They make a quick stop at the local supermarket for food and supplies. They’re nearly finished, and Min is already outside checking around for an Asian market. Ryan is about to pay and join him, but then his eyes catch on something magnificent.

“Min!! Min, come here! Come look at this!!”

“What?” Min is inside in an instant, eyes wide and hair messy. He looks slightly panicked, and he’s breathing heavier than normal. For a minute Ryan feels guilty for worrying him, but then Min relaxes at the sight of Ryan excited and unharmed. It’s all he can do to keep from bouncing on the balls of his feet - and as Min’s expression shifts from worried to curious, Ryan’s enthusiasm wins out.

“Look at this!!” Ryan gestures to a row of boxes behind him exuberantly.

Min frowns at the shelf, brow furrowed. Ryan can catalogue the moment he notices what Ryan’s trying to show him, because his eyes light up and he breaks out in a grin. “Brownie mix?! Oh, Ryan, you genius!” Min wraps him up in a hug, and Ryan grins into his chest. “We have to make this!”

“You read my mind,” Ryan says as soon as Min lets him go. He grabs a box and places it carefully in the shopping basket.

At the checkout counter, both he and Min can barely contain their excitement. They keep shooting each other mischievous, eager grins every few seconds. The cashier seems slightly curious, but evidently grows tired of them after a few minutes and rings them up with more than a few eye rolls. Once they’ve paid, they practically book it out of the shop, still giggling uncontrollably to themselves.

They can’t wait to make it back to the hotel. The rest of the shopping, usually a fun activity where they discuss all the new (and in Ryan’s case, cursed) food combinations they can try in their budget, feels much more like the chore others regularly lament it to be.

But at last, they make it back. At the sight of the hotel parking lot, they break into a run that doesn’t even stop for the stairs, laughing all the while.

The hotel, of course, has a concierge bell. On impulse, Ryan sneaks back down while the concierge is on break and snatches it, overcome with mischevious giggles like a young child.

When he presents it to Min, safely back in their rooms, he blanches. “Ryan! You can’t just do that! We could get into so much trouble!”

“Ah, I’ll return it when we're done. And I won’t get caught. Don’t worry.” Ryan waves him off, brushing past him from where they stand in front of the closed door. Even though it costs money they don’t have, they’ve sprung for a little kitchenette this time. After all, when can you treat yourself (and your amazing partner) if not on your birthday(s)?

Ryan sets Not-Kez on top of the mini-fridge, in perfect view of his and Min’s tiny cooking spot. “Just like old times, eh, Min?”

“Not in the slightest,” Min says, sounding like he’s torn between a groan and a snort.

“Yeah, I know. This dull thing could never compare to the real Kez.” Ryan brushes his fingers over the disappointingly not-sentient bell, not dissimilar to how Min comforted Kez when she was upset. “It’s not nearly snarky enough.”

That gets a real snort out of Min. “Not counting the weird gravity, giant pig-baby, sentient porcelain cow, and giant kitchen.”

“Don’t forget the post-war American cookbook,” Ryan adds. “Brownies were the only good thing they had.”

“And the only thing we care to replicate.” Min starts pulling ingredients out of their shopping bag. He places the coveted brownie mix in its place of honor next to Kez. “Hey, at least we have butter.”

Ryan laughs. “Just don’t put the butter in the microwave, and we’re good. That goes for you too,” he adds, faux-stern, wagging his finger at Not-Kez.

Unsurprisingly, Not-Kez does not respond. Just another reason why the real Kez is superior.

“This is way easier with regular-size ingredients,” Min comments.

Ryan bursts out laughing, brushing Not-Kez in his haste to keep his balance. “Really? Who would’ve known?”

Min glances back at him, rolling his eyes. “Go back to your humble brownie expert act, please.”

“I am but a simple man,” Ryan parrots dramatically, clutching at his shirt like Min had done all those months ago. “A simple brownie man.”

Min laughs. “All right, all right, that’s enough out of you. Here’s your toothpick, so we can check for fudgieness. You know, so it’s not cake.”

Ryan bows. “Of course, of course, Your Honor.”

Min’s responding giggle is enough to sustain Ryan for years to come. Brownies aside.

After the brownies are done, they curl up in bed with the tray. It’s torture waiting for the brownies to cool down, but a hospital visit from burns would certainly put a damper on their birthday. Not to mention cut into their already lacking budget and tight schedule.

“We’re going to get crumbs in the bed,” Min grumbles when Ryan presents him with a properly-cooled brownie. “Have you ever slept on crumbs, Ryan? Do you know how fun it is?”

“You say that like I don't eat in my bed all the time,” Ryan replies flippantly. He sits down next to Min and purposefully takes the biggest bite possible. They both watch as crumbs scatter onto the bed. Min sighs.

Ryan pauses. “Or. Well. I did.”

“You are literally sitting in your bed right now, leaving crumbs,” Min says, poking Ryan in the side playfully. His smile doesn’t reach his eyes, though. When their gazes lock, Min conveys a silent message. Are you okay?

Ryan nods. Min relaxes, and grudgingly grabs a brownie. “Hmm. These are good.”

Ryan laughs. “Well, what did you expect? They were made by the brownie experts, after all. Or have you forgotten?”

“Forgive me for doubting cheap grocery store mix,” Min deadpans. His smile has returned in full, which in turn only brings a matching smile to Ryan’s face. “But it is quite good.”

“I agree.” Ryan downs his brownie. Somehow, he gets the feeling they won’t be talking much while they eat.

They devour the majority of the pan. It’s with some effort and self-restraint on both of their parts that they finally put the tray away - they both want leftovers, but fresh, warm brownies are difficult to refuse. In the end, the afternoon slips away, dangerously towards dinnertime, and the brownies end up safely stowed in their bag.

Dinner is a quieter affair after the brownie debacle, but it’s no less fun. They head downstairs to find a good restaurant in the area. (And so Ryan can drop off the inferior Kez - he nearly gets caught by the concierge, but slips away just in time. He catches her looking around, baffled, at the mysteriously appearing and disappearing concierge bell as they leave. Min shoots him a glare that feels like it could kill him, but in the end they escape unscathed.) After they make their escape, they end up at a small place with a live band playing on the corner stage.

Ryan nudges Min. “That could’ve been us, you know.”

“Maybe next time we pass through this town,” Min agrees. “But… thanks. I know you would’ve performed on your birthday if it was up to you, but I appreciate you spending it with me.”

Ryan rolls his eyes, although he’s smiling. Perhaps a little too emotionally. “Please, I’d be spending time with you even if we were playing,” he reminds Min. “But really. It’s nothing. I’m just happy to be with you, however we spend our time.”

Min reaches across the table to take Ryan’s hand. His eyes are shining in the soft candlelight. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Ryan smiles affectionately. His heart feels like it’s full to bursting. His vision is getting a little blurry. “I think I do, Min. Because I feel exactly the same way.”

Min’s responding smile is enough to make Ryan’s entire year.

The rest of the night is a blur after that. All Ryan really remembers is that he had fun and that he somehow loves Min even more than he did before. Which should be impossible, but it’s the truth.

They end up curled up in the bed together. Right as always, Min complains about crumbs, but his heart isn’t in it.

They don’t stay up too late. As much as Ryan loves his party-filled late nights of adrenaline and bad decisions, they both got up quite early. By the time Min’s arms are tucked securely around him, Ryan is asleep in an instant.

Well, not quite.

He’s in that state of almost-asleep-but-not-really when whatever visually discernible features the hotel room has in darkness are starting to blur beyond recognition when Min says it.

“I love you, Ryan.”

Ryan leans back, cuddling himself into Min. “I love you too.”

oh god this is so late again why can i please stop getting inspiration boosts exclusively at 9pm (i did write 1.5k words in an hour though that's not bad!)

i keep eating on my bed and then every night i'm like god what are these CRUMBS who brought fucking CRUMBS into my bed how dare you skdfhgfkdsk this fic is just projection but in the weirdest, most mundane ways

the beginning of this is actually the first thing i wrote for rymin week! i wrote it a week or so before after i finally figured out my prompt ideas (thank you for talking it out with me sae) and then proceeded to write nothing else but day 1 before the event began skhfjksl. i'm a mess thank you for coming

the worst part of writing post-train is the lack of kez. in a perfect world she got off the train with min and ryan and she and morgan became their floating concierge bell and castle road trip friends. i miss herrrrr

title is from masterpiece theater iii by marianas trench. i rediscovered this song a few months ago after years of not listening to it but the warriors map to it used to be my favorite thing years ago. the actual video didn't come out until i was nearly done with the books but i used to watch the planning video over and over again

if you ever wanna talk infinity train, writing, these amazing characters, or really anything hmu here on my tumblr or twitter! thank you for reading, and please leave a reblog/like/comment if you enjoyed it!

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amarabliss · 5 years ago

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Galahdian Dreams - 12 (Nyx Ulric/Reader)

Synopsis: Your father was the king of Insomnia. He was good and just. You never thought you’d meet anyone like him after he was taken from the world. Your Uncle Regis, has taken the throne and followed through on your father’s plans. It was good to see the city in capable hands.

Enter Nyx Ulric, refugee, Glaive, fighter…how is it he can see all your secrets? He knows how to set you off and he’s promised to not let you go…(AU for sure, Regis wasn’t supposed to take the throne, and our lovely Nyx has more of a past then we thought…)

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

Nyx let out a soft sigh as he reread the same line for the third time. He reached up rubbing a hand over his face before he glanced over to you. You were twirling a pencil in the air between your fingers as you read some report.

“You’re staring again.” You whispered as you began writing something on a notepad next to you.

“Yes I am.” You looked over to him, he smirked snapping the book closed as he stood up tossing it on the table.

“Is that…” You watched him walk around the table to you. You leaned back crossing your arms giving him a smirk of your own. Gods, the ways your lips moved drove him mad, sometimes he even had trouble focusing when you talked, “supposed to mean something?”

“It could…” He pushed your work away enough for him to take a seat on the table, “it’s hard working for someone when you only wish to do one thing with them.”

“You don’t work for me…you work for Insomnia.” You retorted as he stared down into your eyes. Always had to nit pick when he flirted with you.

“Fine…it’s hard protecting someone when there’s only one thing you want to do with them…” He amended as he began to lean down.

His eyes snapped open as the loud beeping of his alarm went off. Frustration filled him as he grabbed his phone turning it off. He let out a soft groan as he placed a hand over his face. Dreams of you had been more frequent since his confession. Since things…changed?

Did they though?

It was a strange situation all together. Things did change, but not so much the way he thought they would. Since your presentation you had been tasked with rolling out the proposal. Which meant a great deal of your time was working on allocating supplies for the project about to happen.

It just led from one thing to the next. Supplies…manpower…timing…dealing with moving tenants into buildings that would be repurposed. It was stressful, yet you maintained your composure the entire way through and managed to do everything with such grace. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to do it were it his job.

It left very little time to even try to reconnect to that moment they had shared several weeks ago. He cleared his throat rolling off the side of the bed into some pushups. He needed to work out some of this frustration somehow. Today was going to be even harder…

Today was groundbreaking day and you were leaving the Citadel to oversee everything here in the ward…here where everyone knew who he was…here where everyone still treated him like a king despite the fact that he lived as one of them. He’d tried to tell you that it was just going to be a bunch of crews bumbling around the first week. You were insistent. You didn’t want to just sit by.

He couldn’t blame you. You’d put in so many hours. This project was your baby in a way and you just wanted to see it grow up.

He got dressed hooking his kukris to his back and side but decided to leave the Glaive jacket home. If he was gonna be working in the trenches he didn’t need a fancy jacket. He laced up his boots looking over seeing his phone buzz and light up.

Reaching for it he smiled seeing your face pop up with the text. Snapping a picture had been a lot harder than he thought it was. You didn’t sit still with out making a goofy face when he pointed his phone at you. Finally, he’d gotten you in a relaxed moment looking out at something. It was cute, and most definitely you.

Y/N – Good morning! Did you enjoy sleeping in?

He smiled as he responded. This was one thing they had started doing more often. He was normally the one to first send out the morning text as he walked to work. Today was the exception, you were catching a ride with Titus since he was playing the role of representing the Galahdian people.

It was funny sitting in his office acting like you didn’t know who he actually was and like he wasn’t going to be making the decisions later. He told you it was like inside joke. Later it would look like he was really paying attention since he’d already talked about it with you earlier. Earning him a couple brownie points with the old man would certainly benefit him later.

“You torture him too much.” You shook your head smiling at him as he flipped through the proposal, “Does he push you that hard?”

He looked up laughing a little, “Yeah he does, but it’s good…I appreciate him so much. I know he means well.”

“He was your…” You trailed off hoping for him to finish.

“Uh…you’d call him your shield.” He thought about it scratching his cheek with his finger, “We don’t really have titles like that. He guarded my dad…then when he passed my mom asked him to look over me.”

“Seems like he still is.” You watched him running the same finger over a passage, “You trust him, right?”

Nyx looked up seeing concern flashing through your eyes, “With my life. He’s saved me so many times…he’s more then a guard…he’s more then a friend…why do you ask?”

“I just see him in the meetings…he’s very good at observing people. I find him looking at me with such a seriousness…it’s hard to know if he’s scrutinizing me or worried for me.” You played with a ring on your middle finger nervously.

He watched you for a moment before picking up a blade of grass using it as a place holder. In a swift motion he moved next to you taking your hand in his, “He is doing his job which is to protect the crown…I won’t lie, he’s a bit divided because of my presence, but I promise you he’s looking out for you, all the while ensuring your uncle is safe.”

He had meant to talk to Titus about it, but never got around to it. You weren’t alone in noticing his stern gaze washing over the crowd. He had assumed it was a reaction to the opposition of your plan, but the more he watched him, the more he realized he was piecing something together.

Nyx – It was nice, had a good dream.

Y/N – You’ll have to tell me about it when I see you.

Pass…he thought to himself as he pulled on his other boot lacing it up. The last thing he’d want to admit to you was that he was having smutty dreams about you. Just like he would never admit that he sometimes daydreamed about it while sitting next to you…probably why he dreamed about when he was home, now that he thought about it.

He shook off the thought as he grabbed his gloves and strode out the door. He smiled seeing an older woman struggling with a laundry basket and opening her door, “Doris…here let me help you.”

He took the basket from her and she smiled at him, “Oh dear…what would I ever do without you? Your mum would be so proud of you taking care of an old lady like me.”

He smiled as he leaned down when she reached up taking his face giving him a big kiss on the cheek before she turned and opened her door, “Oh I don’t know, you’d probably get super buff from wrangling a door and a laundry basket all by yourself. I’m really not doing you any favors.”

She let out a nice laugh like older ladies always did as he walked in setting the basket down on her table, “My dear, you have no idea how much it means to me…to know my king is willing…eager even to help his people in such little ways.”

“Doris, it is my honor and pleasure to help the prettiest woman in the building.” He smirked a little as he bowed. He chuckled as she reached out swatting him with her hand, “Now if you excuse me, I gotta go put these muscles to work.”

“You’re part of the build?” She asked him surprised.

“My charge, she’s the head of the project and insists on being present, therefore I will also be doing my part.” He told her watching her walk toward the small kitchenette in the corner of the room, “Auntie…what are you hiding in your oven?”

“Well my dear…” She grinned pulling out a large dish full up large baked triangular dough balls, “a day like today, you will need your strength.”

“Are these…” He took the dish from her taking a deep breath in, “Doris…are these the fancy samosas you use to make?”

“They are and you can expect to see many more delights throughout the day from all the cooks left at home to twiddle their thumbs.” She walked with him to the door, “You may want to tell your pretty lady friend to set something up for it.”

“I will do that, thank you.” He smiled as he started to pick one up off the plate as he exited into the hall.

“Do not eat all of them, Nyx Ulric!” She called after him as he waved munching on a big bite.

He enjoyed every piece of it as he traveled down the three flights of stairs coming out onto the street. He stopped as he licked jelly off his fingers seeing everyone out on the street. It was packed. Stalls were being packed up and removed already. He’d made a notice getting it to as many people as he could over the last few weeks that things were going to be changing and he needed help.

He didn’t realize how onboard everyone was. He slowly walked out into the street. He nodded to people as they greeted him. Everyone seemed excited about the prospect of the expansion.

He walked up to where several of his comrades in arms were standing. They all looked at him and quickly descended on him, “Breakfast!”

“Whoa, hey hey!” He managed to grab two before the rest of the plate was devoured, “Vultures! The lot of you!”

“These are…” Luche’s eyes widened as he took a bite, “These are from Auntie Doris!”

“They are.” He put the two back on the plate smiling, “I suppose if she thinks this is an occasion for her specialty, then we know we’re doing something right.”

“So…” Pelna made a face swallowing before he spoke, “When’s Drautos showing up?”

“Uh…should be any minute…but listen up…” They perked up as he began speaking with authority, “You’re all going to be managing teams. Some of you will be helping with street clean up, it’s boring but necessary so we can get the equipment and supplies in here. The rest of you will be helping with demolition…Did we get everyone out of the first section?”

“Yes sir.” Tredd gave him a small salute, “Once everyone starts rolling out, we’re going to make a second loop.”

“And everyone has made it to their temporary lodging?” Nyx watch his face fall a little causing him to sigh a little, “Tredd…take Luca and Yura…please go make sure everyone has someplace to sleep tonight.”

“Yes sir…sorry sir…” Tredd nodded hanging his head a little as he walked by.

“Hey…” Nyx put a hand on his shoulder making his stop. He smiled at him, “I’m not mad…I just want everyone taken care of. Think of it as if they were your kin…would you want them left wandering?”

“No sir.” Tredd shook his head, eyes lighting up with understanding.

“Then get it done.” Nyx smiled giving him a pat on the shoulder before turning back to everyone else, “Alright, so once Lady Caelum arrives, she’s going to have some clipboards. You’re going to write down the names of everyone under you, they will be your unit. They are your responsibility, if anything happens during this you are their point of contact, understood?”

“Yes sir!” They rang out all at once.

“Already getting things rolling I see.” He felt himself smile as he heard your voice behind him. He turned seeing you carrying a large box.

He quickly took it under one arm handing the plate to you, “Breakfast.”

“Oh…uh…” You looked at them surprised, “Thank…you…”

“One of them is for Titus.” He smirked a little as the captain approached, “Doris, sends her blessing.”

He watched his mentor’s eyes widen a little before he quickly took one off the plate, “Ma’am if you’re not interested in trying…”

“Don’t you try to swindle this piece of heaven from her. You’re a bad man, bad!” Nyx adjusted the box on his hip, “Everyone bare witness he tried to steal this…”

“Nyx…” He looked back at you as your face flushed a little, “It’s alright…I should eat something…”

“I promise you won’t regret it.” Nyx smiled at you as you lifted it up. He watched your eyes light up as the decadent jam spilled out a little as you bit into it, “I told you.”

“It’s so…soft and crisp…you have to take me to this Doris later so I can thank her.” You took another bite.

He chuckled reaching up wiping a bit of jam off your cheek. He smirked a little when he licked his thumb getting you to blush a little, “Happy to, I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet you.”

“Thank you…” You whispered a little looking over to the Glaives standing by, “This is our group from the Citadel?”

“Yes…” He nodded looking over to them, “Some of them you’ve already met. Everyone is eager to help.”

“Good…let’s get started then.” You looked to Drautos who was just finishing his samosa, “If you’re ready.”

“Yes ma’am.” He nodded stepping past you to address the Glaives.

Nyx walked next to you tilting his head down to you whispering, “You look very nice today.”

You glanced up to him touching the back of your hair a little. You had done it up differently to keep it away from your face, though he much preferred it down it looked nice, “Thank you…I don’t look completely like I’m out of my element, do I?”

He looked you over quickly. Grey jeans, long sleeve grey top with little accents here and there, definitely not a top you should work in, but it was probably all you had, and boots that looked really uncomfortable, “I think your feet are going to hurt by the end of the day.”

“Yeah…” You looked down frowning a bit, “I don’t really have…normal shoes…”

He smiled a little shaking his head, “Well…I’m sure we can help you out with that. We can take off a bit early and get you something more appropriate if you’re going to insist on being here.”

“I insist.” You smiled at him before looking over to Drautos, who was giving about the same speech he had early.

“Did you take you meds?” Nyx whispered looking down watching you cringe a little, “Y/N…”

“I was excited…” You crossed your arms sheepishly looking away from him.

“You’ve been excited like ten times in the last three weeks…” He looked down at you with a serious look, “Three of those times have been in the last seven days…”

“I feel fine.” You looked at him smiling before giving him a gentle nudge, “Really…”

He rolled his eyes shaking his head, “You start feeling funny…I mean even a little…”

“I will tell my faithful shadow right away.” You turned to him raising one hand while putting the other over your heart.

“Now I know what Titus feels like…” He sighed a little getting you to laugh a little as you both stepped up.

“Know how I feel about what?” Drautos looked at him suspiciously.

Nyx shrugged a little as he kept going pulling out a clipboard from the box, “Nothing, you don’t already know sir.”

Drautos sighed heavily before turning to you, “Lady Caelum, is there anything else you’d like to add?”

“Uh…” Nyx glanced over watching you take in a deep breath as he handed everything out, “No…not right now.”

“Very well…everyone gather your groups. We’ll have a small briefing before you start for the day.” Drautos turned back to you, “Will you want to speak to everyone else?”

“Yes I would. What I have to say, it’s for everyone.” You smiled at him glancing back at Nyx. He smiled nodded to you as you turned with Drautos walking off.

“You and Princess seem chummier…” He glanced at Libertus walking over to him holding out a water bottle.

“What are you doing here? Thought you were making lunch for everyone?” Nyx ignored the question as he took the bottle from him.

“It’s eight in the morning…lunch isn’t until noon. I’ve got plenty of time.” Libertus smirked crossing his arms, “Can you vouch for Princess’ plan?”

Nyx took in a deep breath looking over at you talking with Drautos before he nodded, “It’s gonna be a lot of work, but if everyone continues to pitch in like we are right now…we’ll stay on track and we’ll all be doing a great deal better.”

“Wow…be careful, you almost sounded like a king right there.” Nyx rolled his eyes as Libertus laughed.

“When are you gonna join the Glaives, Libe?” He tapped his fingers on the top of the lid, “We could use you.”

“Me…nah…that magic crap…gives me a headache thinking about it.” He waved his hand toward him, “You can keep it, I’m happy running a bar But once you need your guards back, you know who to call.”

“Yeah I do.” Nyx smiled at him giving him a slap on the arm before he began walking away, “You better make me a good sandwich!”

“Good? I’m gonna make you the best damn sandwich you ever had!” Nyx laughed as Libertus shouted at him.

“Ma’am…” You looked at him as he approached. He held out the water to you smirking, “Stress can dehydrate you…”

You took it rolling your eyes a little taking it form him, “Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, ma’am.” He stood next to you like he would normally be surveying the crowd. He knew he could trust everyone here, but it would look really bad if something happened while you were away from the Citadel, especially surrounded by foreigners, “Captain, gathering the troops?”

“Yes…” You let out a soft sigh gripping onto the bottle.

He took a step closer to you before he carefully reached over putting a hand on your back, “You’re going to be great. Your father would be proud of how you got here.”

You looked up at him giving him a smile, “You know…when this all calms down…we should go see him…together.”

The way you said it made his face get hot. It wasn’t a command of the job…it was a request to join you. He smiled reaching up scratching the back of his neck, “Uh yeah, of course. I’d like that.”

“Good.” You had a rosey tint to your cheeks as you looked away from when Drautos came back, “Everyone ready?”

“At your command.” Drautos smiled a little waving toward the gathering crowd.

You let out breath before looking over toward the van you drove in with Drautos. You looked at Nyx, “Give me a boost.”

“What?” He followed you over, “Y/N…I don’t think…”

“Give me…” You looked at him shoving the water bottle into his chest, “a boost.”

“It’s high…and you’re not all that graceful.” He smirked a little as you glared at him.

“Nyx Ulric…” You began as he raised his hands in defense.

“Ah…alright…I surrender.” He set the water bottle down as he leaned over threading his fingers together, “Just…don’t fall…that would be really embarrassing.”

“Shush!” You put your hands on his shoulders as you stepped up into his hand. You let out a little yelp as he hoisted you up with ease before you took a seat on the roof swinging your legs up. You stood up looking out at the crowd centering yourself, “Uh…hello! Can you all hear me?”

Nyx watched the crowd move in closer. He felt protect nerves bubble up in his gut. He looked over through the window at Drautos reaching inside grabbing the radio’s handset. Nyx smiled as he reached up toward you, “My lady.”

“Oh…thank you.” You took it standing back up looking out at everyone, “There… this is probably better…”

You swallowed taking in a deep as the echo of your voice diminished briefly before you began again, “I just…wanted to take a moment and apologize to all of you who reside here. I’m sure it doesn’t mean much, since I live in the Citadel where I find little discomfort, but I want you to know that this was not the way it was supposed to be.”

“Things were lost…filed away and forgotten when my father passed away. Promises he made to Queen Selena…broken and buried.” You frowned putting the radio down for a moment shaking your head collecting yourself before going on, “I sat by too long and didn’t see the damage being taken out on a brave and beautiful people.”

“That is why I am here today. To fix what has been broken. It will not be easy or quick, and I will require help from you all.” You smiled a little take a step forward making Nyx nervous. He hadn’t been joking entirely when he said you weren’t graceful.

Sure on the ground you could dance circles around him, but on ladder or stool…he lost count of the number of times he’d rescued you from a fall in the library, “It is my intention to see our two thriving cultures coexist side by side appreciating one another. Embracing each other’s differences. While I’m among you through these coming weeks of building, please talk to me. Express your concerns and I will bring them to the king. I will make your voice heard and I will do what I can to see change come for all of you.”

“You’re just one person!” Nyx looked out at the crowd trying to see who it was. Everyone began to murmur wondering the same thing. Why be here if you were going to stir up trouble?

“Yes I am.” You nodded looking at them all getting them to quiet down, “I remember my mother would say that to my father. You’re just one man, Malcolm…”

Nyx looked up at you seeing the tears prick the corners of your eyes as you smiled, “And he would say, yes I am…but if not me who? I am but one voice shouting in the wilderness…shouting at an emptiness called the world…I must make a choice and I choose to stand.”

“It was lyrics to a song that he heard when he was younger, and it just stuck with him.” You sniffed wiping your eyes with your knuckle, “It sticks with me too. I can still hear him singing it sometimes… I am but one voice…and my choice is to be here, and I choose to stand with you.”

Nyx looked back at everyone who had fallen silent. Slowly each Glaive in the crowd put their hand to their heart in a silent salute and following behind them everyone in the crowd imitated them. He looked back up to you as you took it in.

You smiled placing a hand over your heart as a tear fell down your cheek, “So what do you say? Let’s get to work!”

Cheers erupted as you handed the radio back to Drautos. Nyx tilted his head for you to head to the back of the van. You obliged him following him as you sat on the back portion of the roof. He reached up and you fell gently into his hands.

He set you down taking the opportunity to hold you as your hands planted securely on his shoulders. He looked into your eyes smiling with admiration, “You’re amazing.”

“It wasn’t awful then?” You looked at him nervously, your hands falling from his shoulder to his chest.

“You were perfect.” He leaned down slowly but pulled away instantly as he heard crunching approaching.

“Everything alright back here?” Drautos looked at you both began to separate.

“Yes…” You smiled at him adjusting your sleeves, “Just a little dizzy from the nerves.

“Do you need anything?” Drautos asked concern falling over his features. You shook your head giving him a little peace, “Nice work…did Nyx tell you that music is a big part of our culture?”

“No…I didn’t know that.” You looked at Nyx surprised, “Is that true?”

“Yeah…” He nodded crossing his arms trying to shake of the feeling of frustration, somehow he had a feeling this was going to be a trend, “We have a lot of ceremonies with songs…and in general we like our music. It helps us work, keeps us in sync…you know…”

“I didn’t…” You smiled a little, “I guess it was fate that I bring up that story then.”

“It was a good story, an honest one from the heart. I think everyone could see that.” Drautos smiled a little before looking at Nyx, “You two will be just making rounds today. Help a little bit everywhere, the point is for you to be seen in the beginning. We need to let our team leads coordinate their groups successfully.”

“Understood sir.” Nyx nodded before giving him a nod.

“Please…please…” Drautos looked at the both of you pleadingly, “Stay out of trouble.”

You peered around the corner watching Drautos disappear as Nyx shook his head speaking quietly, “You think it’s like I used to be handful or something?”

“You?” You looked back at him with a smirk, “Never!”

“Ah ha…I think you’re being sarcastic right there…” He stepped closer to you as you stared up at him.

You stared up at him expectantly, “Well I do have a very good example of it standing in front of me.”

“Sarcastic? Me? I’m offended!” He put his hands on your hips, “Appalled even! I demand compensation!”

“Compensation?” You smiled at him as you took hold of his shirt making it pull taut against his shoulders, “In what form, would you like this compensation paid?”

He didn’t waste any time capturing your lips with his own, fearing something or someone else would come and interrupt this perfect opportunity. It was brief, but electrified. He licked his lips pulling away from your seeing a hazy look fall upon your face, “Maybe one more of those at some point today and we’ll call us even.”

You blushed a little bit looking down as he stepped away, “I know…this isn’t…”

“Don’t.” He reached over taking your hand giving it a gentle squeeze, “I’m hoping it won’t be like this for too long…”

Your eyes lit up with curiosity, “Nyx…”

“We need to get going. Lots to do.” He interrupted you as he stepped around the van appearing before the crowd that was still getting organized, “We should start with the food tent, cause we’re going to need one.”

“I thought Libertus was already taking care of that.” You skipped a little to catch up to him before he bent over picking up your water handing it back.

“Ah yes…but I doubt he planned for every chef in the area donating a dish to pass…probably more then one.” He smiled a little, “It’s the village mentality. We all need to contribute somehow…this is their way.”

“I see…well then…” You looked around the area as every group began to disperse, “I suggest we get one of the tents and set it up where everyone has access to it. This is your home…show me where that would be.”

He felt positively giddy as he began showing you around. Setting the food tent was easy, but what followed was beyond what he dreamed of. You helped serve everyone you could.

He smiled next to you as you laughed hand out another plate. Everyone was enjoying seeing you right in front of them. They asked you questions, you answered what you could. You helped them, enough that he kept losing track of you.

You were never too far of course, but he always found you listening intently to whoever you were. When you finished you would take them into your arms, as was their custom, kissing each cheek to show your respect. How lucky was he, that you cared enough to remember even the littlest detail?

You walked with him later that day through the building that was being remodeled. The foreman was showing you around explaining each change. You listened intently asking many questions. He seemed to be finding problems in certain areas, and already it was going to take more supplies than anticipated.

“Hold on one second.” You smiled at him pulling out your phone stepping away.

He looked at Nyx, “Uh…sir…do you know what’s she’s doing?”

“Finding the solution.” Nyx watched as you began finding the supplies. At least enough to keep them going until you could find a better source.

“Just like that?” The foremen crossed his arms, “I thought…I thought we’d have to cut corners…”

Nyx looked at him shaking his head, “You’re gonna find that she doesn’t half-ass anything. Don’t be afraid to tell her the truth…even if it’s bad news.”

The foremen nodded smiling a little, “I’ve heard she’s something else…we’ll see if she can keep it up.”

Nyx looked back at you as you closed your fist throwing it into the air a big smile coming to your face, “I think we’re the ones going to have trouble.”

The foremen shrugged a little as you walked back over, “That seemed promising.”

“We’ll have everything you need by tomorrow morning and then some.” You told him beaming as you adjusted the hard hat, “Please don’t hesitate to let me ore Drautos know of anything else.”

“Yes ma’am.” He bowed a little, “I should tell everyone the news, it’ll change our process a little bit now that we can do everything.”

“Please, do.” You smiled at him as he turned away. You looked at Nyx, “Where to next?”

“Well…we have been on the street clean-up, demolition site, garden site…” He held up his fingers as he listed everything off, “All that’s left is the school.”

“Lead the way, sir.” You smiled at him.

“…” He smirked looking around making sure no one was around before he pulled out his kukri stepping close to you, “Hold on…”

“What…no!” You tensed as he threw the dagger out the open window. He chuckled when he landed on the fire escape across the way, seeing you clutching onto him tightly, “…why…”

“Because I want you to meet Doris.” He smiled at you before he turned to the window tapping on it. He knelt down when he saw her approaching and helped her open the window, “Mind if we come in?”

“Of course not! Please.” Doris beamed at the both of you stepping back. She watched as he crawled in turning back helping your through the window, “My my…this brings back memories.”

“Auntie…be nice…” Nyx grimaced realizing suddenly that maybe this wasn’t a good idea.

“Oh no…Doris…” You smirked at him, “Please go on!”

Doris let out a laugh as you turned to her, “You must be the breath of fresh air.”

“Y/N…” You stepped forward as Doris held open her arms. You smiled as she hugged you tightly, “and you are Doris, baker extraordinaire! Whatever you gave Nyx this morning was delicious.”

“Aha, I am glad to see them make it to you. I was afraid he’d be rolling around the streets with sticky fingers all day.” Doris laughed as she walked over to her cub board pulling out a kettle.

“Auntie we can’t stay long, we’re on the way to the school.” Nyx interrupted.

“Nonsense.” You looked at him eyes glittering, “I have all week to make it everywhere. I will pay special attention to the school tomorrow. Besides, I didn’t bring the surprise with me anyways.”

He sighed as you walked over offering to help her. He took a seat watching them. Doris explained how she had been the palace cook. When you found out she’d watched him grow up your eyes grew mischievous.

“Doris…I may have to come and have tea with you more often. Nyx doesn’t talk about his time at the palace that often and I wonder what a little scamp he might’ve been.” Doris glanced over to Nyx unsure of how to respond.

“Uh…it’s okay Doris…she knows.” Nyx told her with a smile and watched as you realized what you had done, “It’s okay…”

“I didn’t even think about it…” You looked at Doris frowning, “I am the worst at this game…”

Doris laughed guiding you back to the table, “My dear, dealing with royalty is never easy, but it does my heart glad to know my king has someone to be himself around.”

You looked at Nyx apologetically, “This…isn’t easy at all…”

“And that is one of the reasons why I didn’t want you here…” He sighed a little, “but I don’t think we can do it without you either. You make all the pieces fit together.”

You smiled at him reaching over putting your hand over his, “I will do better.”

The rest of the visit was Doris regaling you with a few stories of a kitchen thief who turned into a gentleman with a hole in his stomach. It was nice laughing about home instead of remembering how it was in ruins now. Doris hugged him tightly when it was time to go, “I will see you in the morning.”

“Doris, are you baking again?” Nyx stepped away smirking.

“Only for you two.” She winked before pulling you into a hug, “You take care of him now.”

He felt his cheeks get hot when he heard that, “Doris…I’m the one…”

“I will.” You interrupted him kissing her cheek, “See soon.”

You both stepped out into the hall feeling the cool air of evening setting in. He smiled at you a little, “Thank you for doing that…I know we have better places to be.”

“No…we really didn’t.” You looked up into his eyes, “She is a wonderful person and I am glad to have met her. I wish I could spend time with everyone like that.”

“That would be a lot…I don’t even I know everyone here…” He scratched the back of his head.

“And yet…” You stepped closer to him shrugging your shoulders up as you whispered, “they all know you’re their king…”

“It’s okay.” He let his arm fall as he smiled, “It was bound to happen.”

“I know…this is all so much harder than I thought it would be.” He watched as you looked down face getting redder, “We don’t get a whole lot of time alone anymore…not like before…”

“Yeah…I’ve been thinking that too…” He reached out letting his hand trail down your arm to your hand, “Things are only going to get busier…”

You laced your fingers with his looking up to his face finally as you swallowed, “I…Nyx…I don’t know how to do any of this to begin with. My life was planned out for me for so long…it still is in some things…but finding you…well…”

He smiled letting his other hand cup your cheek letting his thumb run over you bottom lip like he’d dreamt of doing so many times. The act of doing it was more alluring then the dream, “It’s okay…I’m not an expert, but I…I do know that there’s no one I’d rather spend time with. Even if it’s in small bits like this…”

The small sound of satisfaction you made when his lips met yours was enough to ignite something inside of him that he regretted, only because he knew he couldn’t give into that flame…not yet. Somehow, he knew you felt the same the way your hands grasped onto his shirt. A need that couldn’t be fulfilled in their present state, in their present situation, in their everything.

And yet…you stepped closer to him when he parted from you, “Why must I always wake up here?”

His eyes widened a little, “What was that?”

You flushed looking up at him mulling it over for a moment before you answered, “It’s embarrassing to admit but…I’ve been having this dream…it always seems to end here. Why can’t there be more?”

He felt as if the world had shifted and everything was left falling in a state of weightlessness as your words washed over him. It was a valid question…and needed a logical answer, “Because I’m Galahdian…and you’re a former queen turned lady…and…we’re not supposed to be here…together…”

“But…” You shook your head letting you hand slid up to his neck, “why does it feel like home? And why should it matter?”

“Y/N…” He sighed into your touch before taking your hand away, “We can’t…we have to be careful…we have to take it slow and believe me when I say, that is so painful for me to admit. Until something changes…we can’t do more…be more…”

You frowned stepping away from him, “…”

“Y/N…” He tried to take your hand. Reluctantly you gave into him, “It will get better…I have to believe that, but if you want to be here with your work…then…we have to make it work, not us…”

“Then we should check in…I’m sure Captain Drautos is worried…” You began to walk past him to the stairs.

“Stop…” He watched you freeze at the first step, “What do you want me to do? I’m not going to keep having you get angry at me because of how your country sees status…”

“So, it’s my fault now?” You turned to him as he rolled his eyes, “Nyx…I just…wanted to be with you...you’re the one who pulled away.”

He watched you turn moving down the stairs quickly. He stood their letting the words sink in. He was the one pulling away, wasn’t he? Every time…he was the one stepping away…bringing the harsh reality to light…

But he had to, right? It was to keep you safe…if anyone found out that he was a king…there were too many possibilities to fathom…war being one of them. He couldn’t do that to you or his people. Not when Lucis was already fighting a war…

He came out a few minutes after and saw you waiting just outside. He sighed stepping next to you, “I’ll take you home…”

“Fine…” You looked at him eyes burning a little as the streetlights started to kick on, “Probably for the best. It’s been a long day and it’s gonna be a long week.”

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shoeshoecin · 5 years ago

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I recently requested a prayer from Skippy when my mothers was seriously ill. Skippy and Brewster both contributed to the prayer and they really got through me through difficult times. We buried my mother aka Nana today and we all said goodbye. My daughter read her this letter at the funeral today and I wanted to share it with you. I never post on tumblr I enjoy all #megxit posts and appreciate your insight and research regarding MM.

Dear Nana,

The last time that we talked you told me that you don’t like funerals. When I asked, “why?”, you said, “at funerals people just say a bunch of nice stuff about the person that everyone knows wasn’t really true.” To that I ensured you that people only have nice things to say about you because you are simply the best. Although, you didn’t seem convinced, but you can put your fears to rest because I promise I am only going to say things that are 100% honest.

On the topic of honesty, you are the most honest person I have ever met. A bit brutally honest actually. For example, I remember coming back from the beach one day and you asked me if I gained the “freshman 15” after going away to college. A bit perplexed by your sudden question, I replied, “umm..I don’t really know, I haven’t weighed myself…why? Do you think I’ve gained weight?” You said, “well yeah. You look like you’ve gained some weight. Maybe not a full 15...maybe more like 5 or 10. You still look good though.” Even though that probably wasn’t what I was looking to hear while I stood in the kitchen in my bikini, I can appreciate the honesty. Another example of your honestly was the time that I painted you a watercolor painting of a cat (because I know how much you love cats). I was so excited to give it to you after working on it all night, and when I presented it to you, you look one look and said, “what happened to the tail? The tail is too short it looks like something happened to it.” I said, “oh yeah, I guess the tail is a little short, but do you like it?” You replied to my hopeful question with, “well, it’d be nicer if the tail was longer, but I’ll still hang it up.” Yup, you are definitely not scared to speak your mind. If I ever need an ego check, you know where I’ll be. With that being said, despite the small blows to my self esteem, I’ve always admired your honesty as it was quite refreshing and always consistent.

Speaking of consistency, you are one of the very few people that I can always count on to be consistent. For example, everyone always looks forward to going to Nana’s for dinner because everything you bake or cook is always amazing. From your angel hair pasta, to your lima beans, to your brownies, zucchini bread, pies and magical (almost too perfect) assortment of Christmas cookies every year, everything you make is always consistently delicious. Even from the youngest age, I always knew that I could look forward to dinner and dessert at Nana’s. You are also extremely consistent when it comes to buying anything marketed as “NEW!” I know that if I walk into your kitchen there will always be a package of the newest limited edition of Oreos sitting there…unopened. Even your response to the question, “Nana why did you buy these?” was consistently, “it’s new!” You’ve never failed to tell me how much you dislike the fact that my jeans are ripped and I actually bought them like that. I can always expect to see clean clothes perfectly hanging on the clothes line in the yard. You consistently wear Keds and cashmere sweaters while eating a sticky bun from the bakery in the morning. You are also pretty consistent with feeding the dog at family parties even when my mom and Johnny Z asked everyone not to. Watching you feed Marsden huge chunks of cheese and crackers under the table right after being asked not to always made me laugh. You always keep a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge, fresh peaches on the counter, and mint chocolate chip ice cream in your freezer (never the white mint though because according to you the white mint does not taste the same as the green mint ice cream, and you will not eat the white mint). I’m really glad that mint chocolate chip is your favorite flavor of ice cream, because it’s my favorite too.

Sometimes I wonder where I got my sweet tooth, but if you’ve ever stayed up past midnight with Nana, you would know that the timeframe of 12 am to 3 am is filled with candy, sour cream and onion chips, popsicles, Cheetos, and ice cream sundaes. People always think that you don’t eat very much, but you and I both know that they just don’t stay up late enough to witness the late night snacking that happens over a game of scrabble, while baggage or family feud is playing on the TV. These late nights have been some of my favorite memories over the years, and you always gave your best advice during these times. For example, I vividly remember one summer night at age 16. I was on my second bowl of what was now melted mint ice cream and losing pretty bad at a game of scrabble. To make matters worse, all the letters I was left with were all vowels and my mind drifted to the break up I had earlier that day. Shockingly, I began to cry for probably the 7th time that day, and you said, “Oh god what are you crying for? You should be happy. Now you can play the field. Playing the field is much more fun than having just one boyfriend.” Like I said, you always give the best advice.

As I’m thinking about all the advice you’ve given me, I am reminded of all the other things that you’ve shown and taught me. For example, thanks to you, I know what its like to walk into a room with a celebrity. I remember it like it was yesterday, one rainy night my mom and I drove down to play a game of bingo with you. When we walked in the door, I was immediately stopped and questioned by the tight security who asked to see my ID because I apparently looked “12” – which would be a no-go considering that apparently the bingo staff takes the age restrictions of bingo very seriously. Just as I was about to show the security my proof of ID to confirm that I was in fact above the age of 18, you came to our rescue. A simple, “they’re with me,” and all of a sudden we were treated like royalty and all further questions turned into staff members offering us refreshments. I learned something else that night too. It was brought to my attention that my mom and I are really bad at bingo, like really bad. It’s a good thing that you were there to inform us that our cards were upside down and we had been playing the game completely wrong for the first half hour. By the end of the four-hour bingo game, you were playing all of our cards for us alongside the 20 that you had laid out in front of you, while my mom and I resorted to eating gummy bears and counting the number of sneezes for every minute that went by. Watching you play bingo was honestly an honor because that takes a level of skill I most definitely did not inherit. When I think about you, I think about good times like these, and how honored I am to be your granddaughter.

Although above all, when I think about you, I think about how strong you are. A particular moment of strength was the time that you broke your hip on the fourth of July. Most people would probably be crying or at least deeply concerned with the physical pain they were experiencing, but you were much more concerned with the deviled eggs that were in your hands when you fell along with who was going to make the pie if you went to the hospital. Unfortunately for us, the blueberry pie was left in the hands of Uncle Jeff…and I’m just gonna go ahead and say, your concerns were all too valid. To be honest I’ve always thought about my mom and wondered how she became such a strong, independent, and amazing woman, but now I can clearly see that its because she always had you to look up to. And I want to thank you for being someone that I could also always look up to. Thank you for teaching me all about the virtue of honesty. Thank you for being someone I could always consistently depend on to be there. Thank you for all of the late night chats and all of your priceless advice. Thank you for passing on your love of baking and sharing a sweet tooth with me. Thank you for gracing me with the honor of learning how to play bingo from a real pro. Thank you for showing me what a strong, kind, and beautiful woman looks like. Thank you for everything.

I started this letter by referencing the last time we we had the chance to talk. You explained why you don’t like funerals because of the apparent lack of honesty. Well, I hope this letter delivered the kind of authenticity that you were hoping for because I just have one last thing that I would like to revisit. In that same conversation, after we had discussed the flaws within funerals, I told you that I love you. You replied by saying, “aw I love you too, and I hope that I can love you from heaven. I think I can.” Your response to my statement was one that I will never forget. So, I just want to say that I will always love you, no matter where you are. Thank you for being you.

Love,

Ella

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dotdotdottie · 4 years ago

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Cats and Dots || Dot & Luce

LOCATION: Ink Inc.

TIME: Before Bea’s Death

@divineluce

Clicking on her “Bad Ass Bitches” playlist on Spotify, Luce set to work on fixing the absolute shitshow that was Dot’s tattoo. Not only was the placement bad, it looked like a drunk toddler had decided to go to town with a machine. Which is why she was more than happy to be working on it. Nothing was more interesting than fixing a bad tattoo and turning it into something worth showing off. “How the fuck did you wind up with this hot mess? And, you can’t fucking smack me for saying that because I’ll make it worse.” She grinned as she dipped the needles into ink and set to work, bobbing her head along to the beat of the pounding bassline. “Like, love is love, but christ.” She gestured to the god awful rainbow plastered on her hip. “The lines on this are hot garbage.”

The rainbow tattoo had been something Dot got in a frat house in her junior year of college. Her friend had ordered a tattoo gun off the internet and the ink had been sourced from somewhere she had no desire to examine. She didn’t regret the tattoo, it was a funny fucking story and she liked being a dumbass with a rainbow tattoo... But if she was going to make sure everyone going down on her knew she was pretty fucking gay, she wanted it to a nice rainbow. “I got it done by a coked-out frat named Braydon.” She had almost considered eating him afterward, but her colony would have been pissed. She wished she had done it. “I probably could have done it better myself, but it was kinda fun watching him struggle. Hope you know how to make it look less like an idiot did it. I don’t need people to focus on the rainbow when my snatch is out.”

Stories like this weren’t super surprising, especially not when it came to shit tattoos. Luce nodded as she filled in the stencil, a black cat whose body covered the majority of the rainbow. What bits it didn’t, she was planning on incorporating into a rainbow collar around its neck. And besides, even without the collar, it was still gonna be pretty gay. “You know, that doesn’t fucking surprise me in the slightest. Braydon,” She wiped away the excess ink, “Had awful goddamn hands. And, trust me. This is gonna be dope.” Luce grinned, “Definitely a pussy out kind of look.” She laughed. Given the fact she usually tattooed straight, toxic masculinity dudes all the time, it was a goddamn delight to be tattooing someone who wasn’t. And, Dot was cool enough. She was dating Blanche, which honestly sounded like a match made in chaotic heaven.

Listen, Dot didn’t love cats, but she would get one tattooed on her for a pussy joke. Most of her tattoos were jokes anyway. She knew plenty of people thought tattoos had to have meaning but she thought they just had to have a fun story and be cool to look at. “Oh trust me, I know Braydon’s hands were terrible. He’s one of those boys who think the clit is a suggestion instead of required.” She had slept with him a few days later simply because she had been bored out of her mind. “Can’t wait for the summer when I can show it off when I’m at the beach,” She cackled imagining the horrified faces of suburban mothers as they covered their kiddie’s eyes. She liked Luce and if she wasn’t with Blanche, she would have considered trying to smash, but for once Dot didn’t have the desire to cheat. “You got anything fucking weird tattooed on you?”

Letting out a low whistle, Luce shook her head. “Sounds about right. Boys are the fucking worst.” She said, remembering her ill-fated attempts at dating boys in high school. For the most part, they’d been boring and dumb and not terrible to hang out with. But, Jared, he was a fucking time. “Sounds like the dude I slept with back in the day. But, I gotta say, hats off to Jared. He did in fact, turn me gay.” She joked. That had been a hilarious thing for him to realize, when they ran into each other at a house party the year after they graduated. Specifically, when he found her fucking a girl on the side of his house. “Oh, it’ll be a look. And a damn good one at that.” She said as she finished up the tail of the cat. At Dot’s question, Luce laughed and nodded. “Of course I do. This is a good one,” She said and backed up to show Dot one of the tattoos on her ankle. At first glance, it was a normal anchor tattoo with a scroll script around it, the cliche every college girl got. But, the scroll read ‘Fuck your Anchor.’ “A tribute to all the stupid anchor tattoos I have to do.”

“Men are good for two things, paying us and looking pretty,” Dot said with a grin. There was a third, very important thing they were also good for, but she doubted that Luce shared her passion for sinking her fingers in the chests of frat boys and eating their hearts. “Speaking for the community, I thank Jared for his contribution. We’re glad to have such a hot gay with us.” Was she flirting? Yeah, but Dot didn’t think it was terrible to do so. It was a joke after all. She craned her neck a bit to see the progress and grinned, honestly, it looked fucking sick already. She couldn’t wait to show Blanche… And literally anyone else who was willing to look at it. She let out a cackle as she took in Luce’s tattoo. “Wow, what an icon. I hope you make sure everyone sees it when they ask for an anchor tattoo. You get a lot of those stupid mom heart ones?”

“You can say that again.” Luce laughed, thinking back to the random venmo that she’d gotten from Adam. As much of a big dumb frat boy he seemed, the dude was half-way decent. When he wasn’t talking about his crotch goblins or giving her stupid nicknames. That said, Dickcleaver Vural had a nice ring to it. “You’ve got that right. I am, in fact, a gift to the ladies and they-dies of White Crest.” Luce chuckled to herself as she filled in the body of the cat. Was she aware of the tone behind Dot’s words? Yeah, which is why she dug in just a little deeper with her needle. Not enough to blow out the ink, but just enough to remind Dot that she was, in fact, tattooing her. Besides, Luce was a lot of things, but she wasn’t the other woman type. “You know it. Oh, I’d be fucked if I did. Ulf would have my head on a spike if I went flashing that around.” She remarked as she looked at her handiwork. “Nah, most dudes have figured out those are out of style.”

Adam’s venmo had sent Dot into a cackling session that lasted for several minutes. She hadn’t expected anyone to actually send her money, but when she got the notification on her phone, Adam had gained a few brownie points. She gave Luce a mock salute,“Thank you for your service. You should be given a medal of honor.” Her eyes narrowed as the needle dug in deeper, sending a glare Luce’s way. She was pretty sure the tattoo artist was too practiced at this point to change pressure like that. Guess flirting, even jokingly, wasn’t allowed with Luce. “If Ulf doesn’t see it happen, what’s the harm? Some people wouldn’t even read it, I bet.” Even if they did read it, Dot was pretty sure some people would just get it anyway. She laughed,“That’s tragic. I love when I see them, it’s just so funny. Teasing guys about it is so fun.”

“Every lesbian who ever slept with a man should, honestly. Gold star lesbians, my ass. Give me a gold star for having to suffer through forty seconds of super sexy thrusting.” Luce grumbled as she wiped away the last of the excess black ink. Popping over the rainbow array of ink, she dipped her needles in to color after color, filling in the rainbow pattern on the cat’s collar. “The harm is when all the piss babies storm out or write bad Yelp reviews. I’m in customer service,” She pasted a fake smile on her face before rolling her eyes, “I gotta service the customer.” Arching an eyebrow at Dot’s words, Luce couldn’t resist the urge to snicker. “Well, I can tell you this, you can and should make fun of anyone who’s got a terrible tribal. God, 90’s and 2000’s tattooing was the worst.”

“Wow, he lasted a full forty seconds? You had a marathon runner. Most boys out there are one thrust wonders.” Dot loved moments like this where she just got to make fun of men as brutally as she wanted. So many people got uncomfortable when she talked about boys and her sexual experiences with them. “I’ll write you a five star Yelp after this. I’ll even include that I reccomend the lesbian artist.” It wouldn’t be the first time she wrote a long review just to praise a friend. She was great at acting like a Karen and if she used her real name, everyone thought she was seventy anyway. “I should make them tip me extra for making me witness their bad tattoos. At least my bad tattoos are covered up or I’m getting them fixed.”

“I was truly #blessed.” Luce said in a mocking voice, as she shut off her machine. “What got me was the fact he had the balls to ask, ‘was it good for you’? That was when I straight up told him I was pretty sure I preferred girls. Whoops.” She said as she wiped off the last of the ink and gestured for Dot to take a look at the tattoo in the mirror she had on the wall. “You better mention me, otherwise people will come in thinking it was Rory who did this sick pussy tat. God knows how the girls would react to that.” She snorted, amused at the other artist’s struggles with the fairer sex. “Honestly, they really should. And hey, you’re getting there.” She said as she tossed her gloves in the trash and began to clean up her station. “When are we gonna fix that jank ass dolphin tattoo of yours, huh?”

“‘Was it good for you?’ Well, bud, if I’m getting up to leave then I’m pretty sure it wasn’t good for me. Boys are fucking stupid,” Dot laughed. This is part of the reason she ate human boys, they were just so annoying. She stood, looking into the mirror with an almost feral grin. “This is fucking awesome.” Turning back to Luce she let out another half laugh,“Yeah I’ll make sure I tell them it was you. Try not to hit on all the hot ones I send your way.” Dot took out her phone to take a photo to send Blanche and a few of her old college buddies. Snorting, she shook her head,“The dolphin is staying as messed up as it is. It’s a Dot classic at this point.”

“Right? You’d think me grabbing my shorts and booking it out the door would have been a dead give away.” Luce said with a laugh as she grabbed the aftercare instructions pamphlet and stuffed it into a baggy with a little Ink Inc. sticker, some candy, and a few packets of Aquaphor. “I’m glad you like it.” She said as she held out the grab bag. “And, no promises on that.” Luce winked and shook her head as they walked out to the register. Setting the station up for her, Luce shook her head with a disappointed snap of her fingers. “Damn, and here I thought I might have a chance at getting you to rethink that. But, hey. You win some, you lose some.” As she leaned against the front desk, Luce glanced up at the clock. Dot was a dope lady, if chaotic. And, coming from her? That meant she was pretty much chaos incarnate. But, she was good company for a drink. “You wanna grab a drink? Celebrate your new art?”

#cats and dots #chat log: luce

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ohpretty-baby · 5 years ago

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bts as my sophomore class teachers

a thread because i miss my teachers lowkey

anyways enjoy <3

first hour: ap seminar with kim namjoon

super philosophical

is a fanboy for rosseau, calls him the original gangster

intimidatingly intelligent; like reads 3 books in one day and writes two papers on them intelligent

constantly connecting foundational thinkers/texts to real life situations (ex: echo and narcissus and selfies in social media)

makes you feel like a bad person by questioning your moral motives

there’s never a dull day in his class

seriously

one time we spent the hour evaluating billie eilish’s bad boy and that one “sweet but psycho” song and talked about double consciousness

the next day we did a full 180 and talked about mass burials

then we talked about the refugee crisis the day after that

extremely thought provoking conversations

gives you independence, which is a double edged sword because everyone in ap sem procrastinates

wants students to exceed not only in his class but also outside of school

my irl ap sem teacher helped me figure out that i wanted to go into a career of law !

also an extensive librarian (hence the ability to read 3 books in one day)

if you have the slight interest in something, he has a book for it

i literally have 8 books checked out from my school library because of him

gives you complete and honest ratings of r rated movies and posts them on your schoology board

not afraid to be scandalous

“now everyone say it with me: premarital sex!”

that was something my irl teacher said, that day we shouted out premarital sex about 15 times with the door wide open

amazing music taste

literally

he listens to anything and everything, from french rap to spanish pop and then english folk songs

will dj for your graduation party for free

second hour: honors english with min yoongi

insanely calm, probably just very sleepy

easy going, chill

you really don’t feel pressured in his class

people goof off in class and are generally very annoying, but he doesn’t care

occasionally lectures students if he really needs to

communicates what we have to do and then lets us do the work

lets us fail if we’re not responsible

but will understand if you can’t turn in a project if life gets in the way

i still have a project i need to turn in oops-

i haven’t received any negative repercussions tho

lets kids eat in his class and lets them go to the vending machine if they have no food

i go to my locker every morning to get food to eat

eats with us

lets you use your phone and watch netflix

will even ask you what show you’re watching and if it’s good

actually a really good teacher if you pay attention in his class

kids just think they can slack off, they end up failing tho so it’s really none of his issues

for some reason he’s a substitute teacher for a lot of classes

when he subs, the classes are extremely fun

one time i spent my whole sixth hour talking to him about my costar and astrology

goofs off with the kids

that same day he subbed, my friends were making panoramas of each other and he rated all of them

isn’t strict

cares about his students and is very easy to talk to

because of this a lot of students open up to him

isn’t a snitch

would willingly make fun of classic literature with you

third hour: honors chemistry with kim taehyung

Super Sassy

always gets the last word when students mess around with him

“what’s your favorite double replacement reaction?”

“my favorite ones are the ones you guys get right; so none”

as you can guess, students love having conversation with him

probably has a dope ass instagram but damnit he won’t let accept anyone’s follow requests

probably because that’s illegal

constant Bad BItch energy

will openly tell students they are annoying without shame

will also openly tell you that you are dumb

once i thought that we had four principals (one for each grade, don’t question it) and my irl teacher was speechless,, like she couldn’t actually say anything at my stupidity

i would willingly sell my soul for my chemistry teacher

always has labs to do, even if they’re not very helpful at times

lets students retake tests by creating a new test

but they’re actually harder than the actual test

students skip their own classes to visit him

i always skip my 6th hour to go into the chemistry

constantly has to chase away students

actually very sweet and cares about students, but is never really a push over

again, a constant Bad Bitch

fourth hour: honors spanish with kim seokjin

an even Bigger Bad Bitch

super fun and sassy

fiestas!!!!!!!

we have fiestas but literally the only Spanish thing we have is chips and salsa and tacos

i’m not kidding

people just bring in cake pops and brownies

will sometimes teach a whole lesson in Spanish just to fuck with us

will also try to hold a conversation with us in Spanish just to fuck with us even more

loves seeing our shocked and confused faces when can’t answer his questions

actually teaches us

gives a lot of busy work but i honestly think that’s the better ways of learning and practicing Spanish, so there’s no complaints

engaging lessons, encourages us to make mistakes so we can be comfortable with the language

veryyyy helpful with pronunciation, makes sure that we know how to pronounce certain words

super trustworthy

once after school i spilled tea with my irl spanish teacher about a messy breakup i had gone thru, it was real fun

we have a theory that one of the senior teachers has a crush on her because he always visits her when he comes to our class

really good teacher but heavily overestimates our ability

especially when it comes to tests

but will admit his wrongs when we don’t do well in class

literally the best friend you wish you had

fifth hour: ap world with jeon jungkook

literally really pretty

really funny and sweet but his class is hard

not because of the extensive work and the fast pace, but because he doesn’t prepare students enough for saqs, dbqs, leqs, etc.

we still love our ap world teacher bc she genuinely cares about us

teaches an ap class but has never taken an ap class in high school

still teaches even tho he’s sick and his own students have asked him to stay at home so he can feel better

really fun discussion activities, like fishbowls

always drinking tea with a cool ass mug that has all the presidents of the united states on it

wears really cute clothes and coordinates colors

but sometimes will just pull up in pajamas

either way he’s Stylin

makes sure that students know that he doesn’t believe in racism and communism

always tells his students to take care when they say goodbye

draws LOTS of smiley faces

sometimes more confused about the content then the students are

but genuinely kind and hard working, even if it takes him 3 months to grade papers

sixth hour: theology with jung hoseok

confusing lectures

will talk about persecution in rome and then switch the topic onto blts (yes, the sandwich) and then talk about male circumcision

really goofy

deaf

talks very loudly because he takes his hearing aid out during lessons

honestly a really confusing teacher

a lot of people don’t like his teaching style, and neither do i, but it’s not a hard class so there’s really nothing to complain about

you really just need to read the slides in his class to pass

gives out homework but never grades it

i never turn in homework,,,

i get a’s on his test and he just gives good grades for every homework assignment

honestly just really sweet and funny even when he tries not to

talks with his hands way too much

will take selfies with you if you let him

constantly asking for validation from his students

“is my teaching style ok? i know it can be confusing but i really try with making lectures funny so you guys won’t be bored”

can sometimes be annoying but everyone loves him because he just doesn’t make sense

literally the best class to do other homework in

sees students as his friends

once we had a public discussion online about our concerns of the coronavirus instead of actually learning about theology

i said that i was worried that i’d die of the coronavirus before i got a boyfriend

he replied to my comment saying “1. you are killing me ! :) 2. i’m sure that you have a lot of secret admirers, so the boyfriend thing is covered, they just need to figure things out. remember maturity happens at different stages for everyone.”

even though i don’t like his class at times, i know i’m gonna miss how crazy he is

seventh hour: honors geometry with park jimin

Sweetest, Softest, Most Pure of all

gives out candy during tests

but not just any candy

the really good strawberry candies that grandmas always have and never run out of

sometimes the lessons go by too fast but yet too slow at the same time

a Literal Grandpa

doesn’t let kids say “shut up” or “dumb” in his class

claims that he doesn’t even say “shut up” to his own kids

always reminds kids that this is a No Judgement Zone

rewards students who answer challenging questions with little stand-up signs that say “Expert at Work” or “Rockstar” that they can put on their desk

will buy or make little stockings that spell out the initials of the high school

brags about his kohl’s cash

once bought a $50 scooter for only $5 dollars because of his kohl’s cash

stays after school for two hours to reteach lessons to students

takes little strolls around the school building with his friends during lunch

Mental Math Mondays

mondays are when we play mental math card games with the whole class

lets kids make their own card games

will ask if you’re okay if you look sad

will also ask if you’re okay if you look sleepy

asks kids to be patient with him when they have a confusing lesson to teach

wIll thoroughly explain everything to the best of his ability

definitely has never done anything wrong

this made me genuinely miss my teachers even though i hate school with my whole entire heart, soul, and mind! anyways love u guys

#thread #appreciation #bts #bts taehyung #bts namjoon #bts seokjin #bts yoongi #bts hoseok #bts jungkook #bts jimin #bangtan #bts thread #bts as teachers #bts appreciation

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haltandcatchfiretothemax · 5 years ago

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Headcanon that in 1985, Bos hosts Thanksgiving weekend at The Clark(/Howe) Household for part of the Mutiny staff

[CN: food, alcohol]

He spontaneously volunteers after he walks in on Donna and Gordon quietly arguing in her office about their holiday plans: Donna suggests having some kind of holiday party at the office (“I mean we’ve only been here for a few weeks, I don’t want anyone who can’t afford to get home to be left without a place to go….”) Gordon smartly but also bitterly refuses, “Donna, I’ve been talking to my dad, and I want us to go see him. We didn’t get to see him the last time we were out here, and I want the girls to meet him at least once.” Donna hesitates, worried about the fight Gordon had with his brother last time, and just after Bos pokes his head into her office, Donna says, “But what about…?” Gordon doesn’t have the chance to even say her name; Bos offers, “I’ll be here this Turkey Day, I can take care of these chuckleheads. Including Cameron.” After Gordon says, “That’s one word for her,” under his breath, Donna says, “And you know what, you can come to our house, instead of having the staff come to the office! Do you wanna cook? Because if not there’s still to arrange and find some money for catering, right?” Gordon huffs out of Donna’s office, annoyed that as usual, it doesn’t feel like he won the argument.

Rather than putting it off or waiting for it to come out during another disagreement between Gordon and Cameron, Bos and Donna visit Cameron, who’s in her office, secretly looking to see if her ex has logged on. Donna knocks lightly on the doorframe, and says, “Hey, we were just talking about Thanksgiving. I wanted to do something for the staff members who can’t make it home, but Gordon and his dad are planning on us going up to his place that weekend, so….” Cameron momentarily forgets about Tom and balks, “Are you about to ask me to host a holiday? That requires like, actual food?” Bos laughs heartily, “No need to fear darlin’, I’ll be hosting, but I was hoping you’d be my lieutenant that day, I can work on the food, you can do the ‘team building’ or whatever it is that management is calling it these days.” Donna frowns, “I know it’s not ideal, the timing with this move wasn’t great….” Cameron shrugs glumly. “It’s okay. I don’t really celebrate, anyway, and I always complain that I’d rather be at work on holidays, so, it’s fine, I can lieutenant.” “I appreciate it,” Donna nods. “And I’ll only be a phone call away, if you guys need anything.”

[Grab a snack and some water, rearrange your blankets and pillow, settle in, because there is a lot under the cut here, friends]

Cameron spends the next three and a half weeks pointedly not thinking about any upcoming holidays, while Bos and Donna make multiple announcements about Thanksmutiny 1985, and ask any interested parties to rsvp to either of them. They food shop and clean the downstairs area of Donna, Gordon, and Cameron’s house the weekend before, and end up having a surprisingly good, amiable time together while doing these chores

When Cameron stumbles into the kitchen at 9:45 that Thursday morning, Gordon is already outside, packing the car, and Haley and Joanie are in their coats, sitting at the kitchen table and waiting for Donna, who’s at the sink, rinsing plates. There’s a papier-mâché turkey in a small pilgrim hat sitting on the table between the girls. Confused, Joanie asks, “Wait, why aren’t you dressed yet? My dad said we’re leaving soon.” Before Cameron can answer, Donna says, “Honey, Cameron is staying here today, she and Bos are having Thanksgiving with some of the people from work who came with us from Dallas.” Looking utterly betrayed, Joanie cries, “She’s not coming? But it’s gonna be so boring!” “No, it won’t,” Donna snaps, “because only boring people are bored and you’re not boring. And besides, your sister will be there!” “And? She’s just gonna sit there and read the whole time!” Joanie whines. (Haley, who has a Nancy Drew book stuffed in her pocket, and two more in the bag that’s currently in the trunk of their car, flushes guiltily.) “Joanie, please,” Donna sighs. “Your mom’s right,” Cameron tries to help. “You’re not boring, you’ll find a way to entertain yourself. And it’s only a couple days, you won’t even notice I’m not there.” “That’s not true,” Joanie crosses her arms over chest stubbornly.

They’re interrupted by Bos’ arrival. “Good morning, Clarks! And, Howe,” he greets them, tipping his Stetson. “Hey, Bos,” Cameron says. Before Bos can even take off his hat or coat, Joanie is begging, “Do I have to go? Can’t I just stay here with Cameron and Bos?! They don’t mind, right?” Evenly, Donna says, “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind at all, but your grandfather is expecting all of us.” Joanie opens her mouth to argue more but Donna cuts her off, “And it’s important to your father, which means it’s important to me, and that’s the end of it, so say goodbye to Cameron and Bos, and get yourself outside, okay? Thank you.” Looking utterly miserable, Joanie gets up and stomps over to Cameron, and hugs her roughly. Close to bursting into tears herself, Cameron hugs Joanie back and says, “I’ll miss you too, weirdo.” Joanie glowers over at Bos, and says, “Bye Bos, see you soon.” “Yes, you will!” Bos promises, “we’ll all be together and celebrating soon!” Joanie says, “This stupid and UNFAIR.” Cameron says, “I know, but you’ll be back before you know it.” Unable to look at Cameron, Joanie abruptly pulls away, and rushes out the kitchen door.

Haley watches her leave, and then timidly asks, “Do you guys want my centerpiece? We made them in school yesterday.” Quick on his feet as always, Bos says, “We’d be honored, m’dear.” Haley hugs him politely, and says, “His name is Texan.” When she also politely hugs Cameron, Cameron looks at both Bos and Donna, and mouths, “What is she talking about?” Donna, mildly outraged, gestures emphatically toward the papier-mâché turkey. “Oh, well, thanks, squirt,” Cameron says. “Have fun with your books, okay?” Nervously, Haley says, “Thank you, I will,” as Donna gets on her coat. A large casserole dish in one hand, she hugs Bos, and then Cameron, and says, “Happy Thanksgiving, okay? Have fun today, and thanks again for doing this.” Gordon comes to the door, and says, “Donna, it’s time, we might need to get out of here before Joanie tries to make a run for it.” In a menacingly and overly pleasant tone, Cameron says, “Happy Thanksgiving, Gordon,” and Gordon replies in kind, “Thanks Cam, and likewise. You have a good day today, okay?” Suppressing a smirk, Bos says, “Oh, I’m sure you’re in for a mighty fun weekend yourself, Mrs. Clark!” With a bemused but genuinely tired sigh, Donna ushers Haley out the door, and moments later, they’re headed for Gordon’s dad’s house.

“…I really need at least three cups of coffee after all of that,” Cameron says, and Bos finally lets out the laugh he’d been holding back. They make coffee, and heat the breakfast sandwiches Bos brought, and they chat pleasantly as they eat, but then finally, Bos says, “Alright, it is time to get to work.” Frowning, Cameron says, “Is it okay if I shower first?” Tying on the apron he brought, Bos says, “I’d be offended if you didn’t, Cam.”

Cameron takes as long as she can with showering and getting dressed, as if this will delay the holidays themselves, but still only needs about twenty minutes. By the time she returns to the kitchen, the turkey is in the oven, Bos is working on the stuffing, and a cutting board, good knife, peeler, and washed vegetables are waiting on the table for Cameron. (The centerpiece has been moved out of harm’s way to the top of the fridge.) Cameron turns on the radio, and asks Bos what she should do first, and is surprised to find that cooking can be kind of soothing, when someone involved actually knows what they’re doing

By the time guests start arriving a few hours later, every part of the meal is either baking or cooking on the stove, and close to done, and Cameron is free to switch over to door-answering duty, though she’d frankly rather not. (She tries to bamboozle both Lev and Wonderboy into taking on this job but gets the stink eye from Bos both times.) She says, “Hi, welcome, Happy Thanksgiving to you too!” over and over again, and with Bos’s coaching she awkwardly accepts desserts, bottles of wine and whiskey, and floral arrangements and finds room to store them, takes coats, directs people to the living and rest rooms, and offers them drinks and hors d’oeuvres

A fair number of local Mutiny hires celebrate with them that day, but Cameron is relieved that Yo-yo, Lev, Wonderboy, Frosty, and Arki are all there. (Carl and Bodie, both from big families with many holiday traditions, both flew back to Dallas for the weekend.) She realizes how little office time she’s spent with them since the move, and how different the new office is from the Mutiny house, and she realizes how happy she is to hang out with them outside of work, even if that day sort of feels like a work thing.

By 4:30 everything is ready, and everyone helps to lay out the food and set the table. They take their seats, and Bos says a few words, thanks everyone there for their presence and their contributions both that day and every day at work, and reminds them once again that they’re the future even if ‘it sure doesn’t feel like it right now,’ and then after some applause and compliments, finally carves the turkey. They eat, and dinner is pleasantly rowdy, and much more enjoyable than Cameron could have ever hoped for it to be. Everyone eats a little more than they really need to, there’s plenty of wine, pies, brownies, and cookies to go around, and Bos is delighted to be able to send everyone home with a turkey cranberry stuffing sweet potato sandwich.

Bos returns the following afternoon, ostensibly to help with the clean up, and Cameron is glad to have some company. They go for a walk while there’s still a little daylight left, and then go back to the house and proceed to scrub down the bathrooms and kitchen, and then go through the living and dining rooms to make sure they didn’t miss any spills or other messes, and like with the cooking, Cameron notices that it doesn’t feel like doing chores with a friend there.

They’re about to sit down and have some leftovers for dinner when the phone rings, and Cameron jumps up to answer it. When she says, “Hello?” Joanie says, “Cameron?” “Uh, hey, Joanie? Is everything okay?” “No, everything sucks,” Joanie sulks, and Cameron says, “Right, but like, everyone is safe, right?” “Yeah, I just wanna go home,” Joanie sighs. And then admits, “To Dallas.” “I feel like that too sometimes,” Cameron says. “But I guess, sometimes you can’t do what you need to do at home, so you have to somewhere else, and try, even though part of you doesn’t want to.” Knowing that Cameron sometimes wants to go back to Texas is both comforting and slightly annoying to Joanie, and she says, “You’re gonna be there when we get back right? Can we play a game, or go to the park, or something?” “Of course,” Cameron says.

Before she can say anything else, she hears Donna, “Joanie Marie, what are you doing?! Who are you on the phone with?! Hello?” she shouts into the receiver. “It’s me, Jesus,” Cameron says. “Oh,” Donna says. “I’m sorry, I hope she didn’t bother you.” Rolling her eyes, Cameron says, “Of course she didn’t bother me. She’s like, ten. She just wants to come home.” She doesn’t say anything about Dallas, but she doesn’t have to. “Feels like there’s a lot of that going around,” Donna deadpans. “How are you though? Was yesterday okay?” “It wasn’t anywhere near as depressing as I thought it would be,” Cameron says. “I’m glad to hear that,” Donna grins. “You can tell me about it when we get home, I should go, I don’t wanna run up the phone bill.” “Right,” Cameron nods. “See you soon.” “Yeah, enjoy the rest of your weekend with the house to yourself,” Donna jokes. “And Happy Thanksgiving.” “Yeah, you too,” Cameron says, before they hang up.

(Donna asks why she called Cameron, and after a lot of coaxing, ‘Joanie finally says, “Because. I missed her. She always pays attention to us.” Donna feels a mix of guilt for abandoning Cameron, and that it upset Joanie, and relief at getting some distance from Cameron, and her inexplicable and weirdly intense desire to see Cameron thrive and grow and become a better boss. Gently, Donna says, “You should have asked your grandfather if you could use the phone.” “I know,” Joanie says. “I don’t regret it though.” Donna feels like she should scold her, but instead, she says, “I admire your conviction,” and she means it.)

Over their leftovers, Bos asks Cameron, “So how are things with you, and Donna?” “I don’t know?” Cameron says. “It’s weird, we moved here, and now we live together, and we’re not friends, but we’re also more than friends, we’re….” Bos says, “Partners.” “Right,” Cameron nods. “And we’re not family, but we live together. With Gordon. Who I know doesn’t want me here, and I don’t wanna live with him either, but part of me doesn’t wanna leave, either.” Bos frowns, “Well, it’s not easy when someone else comes along and steals your wife away. Especially when it makes you realize that you haven’t fully appreciated her. Donna seems happy, though. I know Mutiny is important to her, and that she likes working with you.”

Suddenly self-conscious, Cameron awkwardly says, “I like working with her, too, I’ve never worked with anyone like that, before. We disagree a lot, but it’s like, productive, usually? I can’t explain it. I just know that sometimes…we get home, and I’m not her partner anymore. Because Gordon is. And it feels lonely.” The words coming out in a tumble now, she says, “I feel lonely a lot here, sometimes I feel homesick.” Sympathetically, Bos says, “I know, but that’s to be expected. No one takes a leap without wonderin’ if they should have looked longer for another way across, Cam.” When she’s too embarrassed to say anything, Bos continues, “You’ll figure out the rest of it. You and Donna got all the time in the world to figure out how to be partners, and you’ll find your place. That’s why you came here.” Cameron changes the subject, but when Bos leaves that evening, after a few hours of watching television, she hugs him tightly and thanks him.

Cameron mostly enjoys spending some time by herself on Sunday, and doesn’t quite know what to do or say when Donna, Gordon, and the girls get back in the early evening. Donna decides to ‘help’ the girls unpack so she can spend some time in their room, and takes the opportunity to ask Cameron, “So, how are you? How was Thursday?” Cameron says, “It was actually pretty fun, I’ve had way worse Thanksgivings.” Smiling sadly, Donna says, “Well I’m glad you guys had a good time, at least.” Lowering her voice, she says, “Imagine Gordon twenty-five years older and without his unbounded sense of whimsy, and that’s his father.” “Yikes,” Cameron grimaces. “Yeah,” Donna says, “there was a lot of them sitting and silently being sad together? Not exactly the holiday I wanted for the girls, but, hey.”

Cameron tries to come up with something to say but before she can, Joanie interrupts them, “Hey, you said we could play a game, do you wanna play gin?” Cameron smiles, “Sure.” Joanie opens up her desk drawer to search for her deck of playing cards, and Donna, suddenly overtaken by her affection for the both of them, hugs Cameron, kind of the way Joanie hugged her before they left, and says, “I’m sorry that we couldn’t celebrate together this year, but next year, we’ll have Thanksgiving together, okay, guys?” “Um, okay?” Cameron says. Grabbing Cameron’s hand to drag her out to the dining room table, Joanie says, “Yeah sounds good mom!” Donna stays in their room, and sits with Haley for awhile, and Cameron and Joanie end up playing cards for the next couple hours, until dinnertime.

On the day after Thanksgiving in 1994, when Joanie is in the kitchen with Donna and Cameron, she says, “Hey remember in 1985 when you said we’d all celebrate together next Thanksgiving?” Already feeling nostalgic and a little out of sorts after her first Thanksgiving without Gordon, Donna cries, “I do remember that! Do you remember that?” she asks Cameron. Smiling glumly, Cameron says, “Yeah, I do. I thought about it every year at Tom’s mother’s house.” “I’m sorry I didn’t keep my promise,” Donna says. Joanie rolls her eyes, “It just took longer than you thought it would. And whatever, because, it was worth the wait.”

Cameron and Donna are together for every Thanksgiving after that, and Haley is there for most of them, too, and Joanie is always there too, after she gets back from her years of living abroad.

#this was delayed for so many reasons that i won't even try to list #i regret nothing #headcanon #better living through headcanons!#food/#cameron howe #donna clark #donna emerson #gordon clark #haley clark #joanie clark #john bosworth

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the-quiet-winds · 5 years ago

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We Don’t Need Anything or Anyone

in honor of the birthday of the amazing and beautiful aimie atkinson, have the super fluffy kat’s birthday oneshot @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts and i wrote like... 80 years ago.

jane had been considering katherine’s first birthday at jane’s house (hopefully first of many, she adds to herself) for quite some time, even before she flipped the page on the cat calendar hanging on the wall to May where, near the end of the month, “kat’s bday” was written in pink glitter gel pen with a tiny star next to it. after all, jane wants nothing more than for katherine to have the best possible day, a day just for her and nobody else, and so jane has a lot of planning to do.

she makes several phone calls and organizes everything weeks in advance, making sure everything is absolutely perfect.

the big day arrives very quickly. jane awakens early and silently makes her way downstairs, prepping kat’s special birthday breakfast, her favorite waffles, before heading back upstairs to rouse her.

“rise and shine birthday girl,” she whispers as she gently shakes kat’s shoulder and kisses her forehead.

katherine stirs with a quiet yawn, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes as she sits up. it takes her a second for her brain to catch up but once it does she brightens, grinning up at jane.

“morning!”

“morning, kat,” jane laughs softly. “is someone ready for a special birthday breakfast?”

the smell of the waffles hits kat out of nowhere, causing her mouth to water and stomach to growl. jane chuckles. “i’ll take that as a yes,” she says, offering katherine a hand out of bed. as they walk downstairs, jane puts an arm around katherine’s shoulders, tugging her close enough to kiss the top of her head.

katherine can’t keep the smile off her face. she leans in against jane and practically beams at her, not breaking away until they reach the kitchen. she sits down at the small table and looks over at the kitchen counter eagerly where jane is putting the final touches on the breakfast, before carrying the plate over.

“here you go, sweetheart,” she smiles, putting the breakfast down in front of katherine. she ruffles katherine’s hair affectionately before heading back over to the fridge. “you want a drink, love? tea? some juice?”

“tea would be nice, please” katherine implores. jane smiles brightly. not only was she going to be making tea anyway, but katherine was finally beginning to feel more confident in asking jane for things, even though she’d been living there for a while already.

“two teas, coming up,” she says brightly.

katherine is waiting somewhat patiently for jane to bring the drinks and sit with her, and it feels like an eternity before they’re together again, messy-haired and hungry, looking at each other expectantly. jane raises her mug. “to you, my love,” she says quietly yet clearly.

katherine’s heart floods with joy, both at jane’s words and all the loving tone of her voice. she raises her mug and clinks it gently against jane’s. then she digs into her breakfast.

“oh my god, you just make the best waffles,” she compliments after the first few bites. “like, everything you make is amazing but especially these.”

jane smiles affectionately. “made with extra love,” she comments, digging into her own breakfast. “after you’re done, head up to the shower, yeah? we have a busy day ahead.” there’s a mischievous glint in her eyes. “lots of fun stuff planned.”

katherine looks up instantly, excitement glinting in her eyes. “what kind of stuff?” she asks, before shoving a slightly too big mouthful of waffle into her mouth exuberantly.

“well, if I told you then that’d ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” jane laughs, taking a sip of her tea.

“can you at least give me a hint?” katherine persists, an expression of childlike enthusiasm on her face. “like, what kind of clothes should I wear? do i need to bring anything with me?”

jane pretends to think. “wear what you normally wear...all you need to bring is your perfect self...maybe your phone to take pictures.” she smiles in her own excitement. she wants this day to be perfect, for katherine. she deserves it after all she’s been through.

“okay,” katherine laughs. she finishes her breakfast and gulps down her tea as fast as possible, jumping to her feet when she’s done. “i’ll go and get ready then, i’ll be back in a minute.”

she takes the stairs two at a time, as if desperate not to waste a single second. she hadn’t been this excited for a birthday ever; birthdays hadn’t particularly been celebrated when she was growing up, and she hardly wanted to remember the ones at court. an image of her past life tries to force itself into her mind but she squashes it down as best she can. today wasn’t about the past, it was about the present, about the future she was getting to spend with her new friends. with jane, she smiles to herself.

jane watches her leave with a fond smile. she knows that katherine never had an easy go at life, and seeing her this excited always made jane happy as well.

it isn’t long after when both are dressed and ready to go. jane leads katherine to the car, and the drive starts with some of katherine’s favorite music. they pull into a parking lot and katherine immediately lights up at seeing the marquee: bowling.

Katherine turns to look at jane who gives her a grin.

“well, come on then,” she laughs. katherine doesn’t need telling twice, climbing out of the car and practically bouncing up and down with excitement. jane laughs as she gets out of the driver’s seat.

“don’t use up all your excitement here, we’ve still got plenty of things left after this.” she takes a moment to grab her handbag from the backseat before leading katherine in to the building.

they settle into the fifth lane, the whole alley fairly quiet except some of the old music coming through the speakers.

“they’re playing our song,” laughs jane.

katherine listens closely, and, indeed, they were playing ‘girls just want to have fun,’ instantly reminding kat of their first night

“that’s a good omen,” katherine smiles. “i think today’s gonna be a good day.”

“I know it’s gonna be a good day, love,” jane nudges her gently with her elbow. “now, change your shoes. as fabulous as your boots are I don’t think the staff here would be too happy with you wearing them to bowl.”

katherine sits down and begins to change her shoes. “are the others coming?” she asks brightly.

jane’s smile dims slightly. “i was planning on it being just us.” she pauses. “although i can’t promise there isn’t something planned for rehearsal tomorrow.”

katherine catches the slight change of jane’s expression. “i’m not disappointed or anything,” she says hastily. “i was just wondering.” her cheeks flush very slightly pink as she drops her gaze. “i like the other queens but i’m glad it’s just gonna be us today.” she looks back up, catching jane’s gaze. “don’t tell them I said that, though.”

jane smiles again, brighter this time. “i won’t, promise.”

colorful music plays as they start their game, jane losing absolutely terribly to the birthday girl. “guess this 21st entertainment isn’t for me,” she laughs after missing another set of pins.

“come on, you’re not doing that badly!” katherine tries to reassure her, but then she glances at the scoreboard. “oh.” she joins in the laughter as jane jokingly acts offended.

“come on then, your turn, Miss Bowling Expert,” jane grins. “show us how it’s meant to be done.”

katherine picks up the bowling ball, face frowned in an admittedly very adorable face of concentration. the ball knocks down all the pins and she turns to jane, with a beaming smile.

to nobody’s surprise, katherine wins the game by a huge margin.

jane pretends to be upset, but very quickly turns it around. “alright love, we’ve got other places to be today,” she says with a (very, very awkward) wiggle of her eyebrows. they return their shoes and head back to the car. “where are we going next?” katherine asks enthusiastically, hoping that jane will slip and give away the surprise.

“i don’t think so, missy,” jane fires back, reaching over and tapping katherine’s nose with the last word, “it’s all a surprise.”

katherine pouts dramatically but hops into the car with a laugh. the journey is reasonably short, although long enough for katherine to belt out Single Ladies by Beyoncé at the top of her voice when it starts playing over the car speakers. jane joins in when she knows the words and sometimes when she doesn’t, which makes katherine snort loudly with laughter. when the car pulls to a stop, katherine looks out of the front window eagerly, trying to spot the next stage of their adventure.

she is very surprised that, in all of her fun with the singing, she didn’t notice that they, literally, are in the middle of nowhere. jane is unfazed, a knowing look in her eyes, silently getting out of the car. katherine follows with haste. jane pulls a large flannel blanket and a basket out of the trunk and leads katherine a short ways to the cliff side, overhanging the sea. “i thought this would be a great place for a picnic,” she says. in the moment, katherine reflects, jane looks nearly majestic, looking out over the water, wind whipping through her hair.

katherine helps jane lay the blanket down and sits next to her, taking a moment to appreciate the sea view. jane starts taking some of the food out of the picnic basket and setting it down around them. in typical jane fashion, everything was homemade from the sandwiches to the chocolate brownies. in fact, katherine suspects that the only thing that wasn’t homemade was the pot of fruit, and even then jane had taken the time to cut the pieces into tiny flower shapes. jane smiles softly at her and hands her a plastic plate.

katherine’s smile is radiant, only growing bigger as she begins to eat. “okay seriously,” katherine says between bites, “where did you learn to cook? this is all amazing, like always.”

jane laughs at the statement but doesn’t answer, taking another nibble of her sandwich.

it isn’t long after when they’ve packed everything back up, enjoying the solitude of the spot. jane makes a surprised noise when katherine suddenly appears in her arms, holding her tight.

“thank you,” katherine mumbles into jane’s shoulder. jane wraps her arms around kat and smiles softly.

“don’t thank me yet, love, the day isn’t over yet!”

“not just for this,” katherine insists. “for everything. without all the things you’ve done for me, i really don’t know how i would have coped with everything.”

“i think, kat,” jane murmurs, “you’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.” she kisses the top of katherine’s head. “i’m just happy to be here for you.”

they sit there a while longer before katherine begins to shiver. “are you cold, sweetheart?” she feels katherine nod against her shoulder. “let’s move on, yeah?” jane goes to stand up but stops when she feels katherine’s arms tighten around her and hears her tiny whimper that means something along the lines of ‘not yet, please’.

they stay there for a few moments longer; jane adjusts them slightly so kat leans against her properly, trying to make her more comfortable and hopefully slightly warmer. one hand runs through katherine’s soft hair and katherine lets out a tiny, almost imperceptible contented sigh. eventually jane kisses her forehead and lightly pats her arm.

“come on, now, love. i don’t want you to freeze out here.”

katherine makes a quiet groan as they stand up, refusing to untuck from under jane’s arm the entire walk to the car. “where are we off to next?” katherine asks as she buckled her seatbelt.

“you keep asking and i’m gonna keep giving the same answer every time,” jane laughs. “patience, kat.”

this journey is even shorter, heading down to a small bay of parking spaces by the sea front. a travelling carnival had been set up by the pier, packed with fairground games, small portable rides, food vendors and people performing street entertainments. a sign declares that you could trade tickets won for prizes, another offers fortune telling and yet another advertises a list of bigger events that would be taking place later that week.

katherine’s face lights up as she practically drags jane to the entrance. they get matching green wristbands, worth unlimited rides and games. katherine immediately pulls jane to the fortune teller.

“greetings, ladies,” the woman greets. “i am the great mysteria, ask me what you wish to know!”

jane nudges katherine with her elbow and smiles.

“it’s your day, kat, you ask the question.”

Katherine pauses for a moment, trying to think of the perfect question to ask. she doesn’t necessarily believe that a fairground fortune teller would know what the future held for her, but she’s willing to make believe for a moment or two, just to get the full experience.

“what do you see for me over the next year?” she finally asks.

mysteria twists and turns her hands over the crystal ball in front of her. her eyes close as she begins her fortune. “you and your team will reach immense success,” she says cryptically. “you will experience sadness and loss, but someone will always be there to help.” she pauses again. “you will find this new family member in the most unexpected place.”

katherine’s heart starts to beat slightly faster and a small smile appears on her face. she hopes she knows who this ‘new family member’ would be already; she doesn’t want to push her luck or assume anything, but even though she hasn’t known jane for very long she already feels a bond with her. part of her bursts with joy at the thought of being able to call jane her family properly one day. Katherine thanks the fortune teller before looking back at jane, hoping to try and catch her reaction to the fortune teller’s words.

jane’s expression is unreadable. very neutral. something in katherine sinks slightly. is jane unhappy with the news?

jane, however, was processing the words of the fortune teller. she, too, had a feeling she would be the ‘new family member’, and she was terrified. what if she couldn’t be enough for katherine? what if she turned out to be a rubbish mum/big sister/aunt? she refused to let katherine down. especially after this information.

katherine’s enthusiasm is slightly dampened by the moment, and when they leave the fortune teller’s tent she’s quieter than before. still, her spirits increase when she sees a fairground game, the one where you have to knock over tin cans to win prizes, and she turns to jane. jane seems slightly disconnected, taking a couple of seconds to register that katherine was trying to get her attention.

“can we play that game?” katherine asks hopefully. jane blinks slightly before giving katherine a small smile.

“we can play whatever game you’d like, sweetheart. i keep telling you, it’s your day.”

katherine, it turns out, is very good at fairground games. tin cans, balloons, pins, and even plastic fish fall victim to her aim. it isn’t long before her arms are laden with tickets and prizes. jane, on the other hand, prefers the exhibits and performances, but her brain is still stuck on the fortune teller’s words.

katherine’s not stupid; she can tell something’s been up with jane since the fortune teller said what she did. she also doesn’t want to think about the implications of this, that jane might not have liked what she heard. it wasn’t something she wanted to contemplate at any time, let alone her birthday. she hopes that if she keeps them busy, if she concentrated on playing games and winning prizes that her brain won’t have time to panic about Jane’s slight shift in concentration.

“i think i wanna redeem some of these tickets now,” katherine says, adjusting the bundle of little paper tickets and the number of objectively worthless but also kind of fun prizes she’d just won. a bottle of bubble-blowing liquid rolls out of her arms and onto the floor, and katherine struggles with picking it back up again, with everything else that she’s holding. “sorry, jane, could you grab that for me?” she asks. jane seems lost in her own world, staring vaguely into space, and katherine coughs. “jane?”

jane suddenly turns to her. “hm? oh, sorry love.” she picks up the bottle and puts it in her handbag. “you want to put some of your winnings in here?”

katherine knows that the constant confusion is going to be worse than whatever jane might tell her.

“jane...are you alright?”

the woman in question takes a second to snap out of her haze.

“what? oh, uh, yeah. perfectly fine, darling.”

katherine’s eyes turn pleasing. “please talk to me, jane.” she readjusts her winnings to reach a hand out to jane. “you’ve been off since the fortune teller, what’s up?”

jane gives her a weak smile. “it’s nothing important, sweetheart. just some silly worries, is all.”

katherine doesn’t reply for a moment. she looks at jane for a few more seconds before sighing. “you can tell me anything, jane. please, i hate seeing you upset.” her voice gets small and almost childlike towards the end of the sentence, and she looks down at the tickets in her hand instead.

“oh, love,” jane sighs. she contemplates for a minute before deflating. “it’s just what the fortune teller said-“

“you didn’t like it,” katherine says in a tiny voice, very very near tears.

“that’s not it!” jane interrupts. “it’s just...” she exhales. “i don’t want to let you down. you deserve so much...if it is me, if any of this is even true...i hope i’m enough for you.”

katherine stares at jane, disbelief in her eyes.

“you think you might not be enough for me?” she asks. “jane, just think about what you’ve done for me today! i’ve had such a good time, and if i know you like i think i do then you’ve definitely got something else planned after this too.”

“i might have had a little something thought up,” jane admits, and katherine nods frantically.

“see? you’ve gone above and beyond, and it’s not just today, you always do! you’ll always be enough, jane.” she stops, as if suddenly realising how full of conviction she’d just sounded. “so... yeah. you’ll always be enough,” she repeats slightly quieter.

jane, half in tears, pulls katherine very tightly against her. “oh kat,” she murmurs. “thank you.” she feels kat’s hands land on her hips in her best possible reciprocation of the hug. “i don’t know it what that fortune teller said is true, but if it is, i would be honored to be part of you family.” she pulls back, wiping at her eyes with a laugh. “you’ll always be more than enough for me, love.” she holds both of katherine’s cheeks in her hands. “don’t you ever, ever forget that.”

the smile katherine gives her is sweet and honest. “so long as you never forget, either.” she shifts slightly, wanting to hug jane properly. “if the offer’s still open, can i put these in your bag?”

“of course!” jane opens her bag and offers it to katherine who dumps everything but the tickets inside. arms finally free she hugs jane properly.

jane eagerly pulls her into a tight embrace, one hand coming up to cradle the back of her head. she released a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “i love you, my darling,” she whispers into kat’s ear.

“love you too,” katherine mumbles. she doesn’t let go for a little while longer; she figures jane could use the reassurance, and it’s not as if kat wanted the hug to end either. finally, however, she pulls back and gives jane a beaming smile.

“ready to carry on with my day?”

“hang on, you’ve forgotten something, love,” jane gives a teasing smile, pointing at the tickets in kat’s hand. “let’s get you your prize first, okay?”

katherine blushes slightly. “oh yeah.” jane offers her elbow to kat, and they walk, arm in arm, to the prize counter.

katherine, indecisive, analyzes all of the prizes carefully before selecting a large, fluffy, pink bear off the hooks.

“alright love,” jane says as they walk back to the car, “time to head home.” there’s the barest trace of disappointment in her eyes, but jane just smiles. “the day isn’t done yet, you know.”

when they get home, a very familiar smell is waiting. jane must be magic, katherine decides, because a casserole is sitting, hot, on the stove once they walk in.

“you’re an angel,” katherine says, staring at the casserole dish. jane laughs and ruffles katherine’s hair.

“aren’t you sweet. now, it’s probably a good idea to wash your hands first. that fairground was fun but i’m not sure how hygienic it was.”

katherine, perhaps slightly childishly, sits the pink bear in the chair next to her own before going to the sink to wash her hands. jane does the same, and then while katherine takes a seat at the table she dishes up the food, carrying the plates over and placing one in front of kat.

“here you are, love.”

katherine looks from the casserole to jane, absolute love in her eyes. she can’t even vocalize all of the words in her head, so she says nothing and simply digs into the meal.

jane smiles at her, then, inexplicably, leaves the room. she returns only a moment later, a small, wrapped box in her hand. “happy birthday, love.”

katherine’s eyes are wide as she stares at the box. “you got me a present!” she exclaims, and jane laughs.

“of course i did, darling.” she hands it over to katherine who stares at it for a moment longer, before looking up at jane, a shy smile on her face.

“i thought going out and doing all those fun things today was my present. thank you, jane.”

“it’s your birthday, love,” jane smiles, taking her seat again. “if you can’t get a little bit spoiled on your birthday, then when can you?” she nods at the gift. “you can open it, kat.” katherine unwraps the gift carefully, almost reverently, trying her best not to rip the paper.

she opens the small box to find a necklace. it’s a silver chain and pendant, which resembles some sort of compass. she turns it over in her hand. “no matter where...” is inscribed in a familiar looking handwriting. she looks to jane with confusion in her eyes. with a simple smile, jane wordlessly reaches under her own collar and pulls out the same compass necklace and turns it over. “...I’ll be there,” hers reads, jane’s tidy cursive matching katherine’s necklace exactly.

“it’s a reminder,” jane says quietly, cryptically, “that you’ll never be alone again.”

there’s a sudden clatter as katherine jumps to her feet, knocking over her fork and sending it toppling to the floor. in seconds she’s thrown herself into jane’s arms, clutching her present tightly.

“thank you,” she sniffles slightly. “it’s- it’s perfect, i love it.”

jane was half-expecting (half-hoping) that this would be the response to her gift, and she was already prepared for katherine to come barreling into her arms. she immediately pulls katherine tight against her, to the point where katherine is half in her lap, and refuses to let go.

“i’m glad, darling.” jane kisses her temple. “and i love you. so much.”

“i love you too,” kat says, voice muffled by jane’s shoulder. she doesn’t move from her position and jane lets her stay, just holding her close and occasionally playing gently with her hair. after a while she pulls back, tucking a strand of katherine’s hair behind her ear.

“your dinner’s getting cold, kat.” katherine lets out a childish whine at the loss of contact but relents, grabbing a clean fork before sitting back down in her chair.

their dinner is filled with light chatter, mostly pertaining to the events of the day. jane beams as katherine continually admires her new necklace.

“what was your favorite part of today, love?” jane asks. her brain flits to all of the different answers that could come. probably the fair. maybe bowling? the picnic was nice-

“spending it all with you,” it says unabashedly.

jane wasn’t expecting that. “really?”

katherine nods honestly. “really really.” she gives jane a beaming smile and jane returns it with a slightly watery one of her own. jane wipes away the few tears that appeared in the corner of her eyes.

“how am i so blessed and lucky to have you in my life, love?”

katherine doesn’t hesitate in her response. “i could say the same about you, janey.”

jane blinks and smiles at the nickname, but katherine wrinkles her nose. “that’s a no,” she says through laughter. “i’ll find a nickname for you.”

katherine hopes, somewhere in her mind, that nickname would turn out to be ‘mum.’

#six the musical #six musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #julie and jess write #we don't need anything or anyone

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todorokiaimee · 6 years ago

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Blues In The Night 4. Ain’t Misbehavin’

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Aimee 😊: Thank you so much for agreeing to come! The presentation will start at 11:00

Shoto: I’m happy to help.

Aimee 😊: You’re welcome to stay for lunch if you want.

Aimee 😊: You can grab something from the cafeteria, but I wouldn’t.😷

Aimee 😊: I usually just bring a bento.

Shoto: Thank you, see you soon.

Todoroki walked into Yoyogi Middle School, his satchel over his shoulder, after finishing his morning patrols. After checking in at the front desk and getting his visitor's badge, he made his way down the quiet halls to room 204, Aimee’s classroom. He peeked through the small window in the door to see her sitting at her desk, typing away at her computer. After a small knock her eyes lifted up to the door and a bright smile crossed her face, warming his heart. Aimee waved him in as she stood to greet him. Shoto entered and was instantly taken aback at her appearance. She was dressed in a black pencil skirt and a light blue button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, a single curl escaping. Shoto couldn’t help the faint blush that appeared on his cheeks as she approached him. “Thank you so much for coming. I’m sure the kids will be so appreciative.” Shoto mumbled incoherently in response, looking everywhere but at her in an effort to hide his face. “You can take a seat at the side of the room with our other presenters. We’ll get started shortly.” As he made his way over the designated area, the excited whispers and murmurs of the students started to fill the room. A few waved at him excitedly as he shyly returned a small wave, not wanting to disrupt the class.

“Okay my Queens, Kings, and royalty somewhere in between, I think we’re ready to get started,” Aimee said as she made her way to the front of the classroom. “I’m sure you’ve noticed we have some special guests today. They’re going to give us some insight on how they use English in their jobs.” Shoto loved watching Aimee in her element. He already knew she had a warm disposition but seeing her with the students was on a whole different level. “Our guests have taken time out of their very busy schedules to come talk to us, so I expect you to be on your best behavior. So no shenanigans or buffoonery,” she eyed the class suspiciously. “I WILL call the cops. I’m looking at you, Kamishiro!” She winked the student in question to show she was just joking earning a laugh from the class. “Okay let’s start with Mr. Tachibana, followed by Miss Fujioka, and we’ll end with Mr. Todoroki.”

After finishing his presentation, Aimee dismissed the students for lunch. A small group of kids crowded around him, asking for autographs and he happily obliged. While signing various notebooks and backpacks, Shoto’s gaze kept looking over to Aimee at her desk. As he handed back a student his notebook, Shoto felt a tug at his sleeve. Looking down he saw a young blonde boy that wore a cool expression on his face. “Someone’s hot for teacher,” the kid said with a smirk. “Excuse me?” Shoto couldn’t help the blush that formed on tips of his ears. “You’ve got a crush on Miss Faurie right?” The boy cooly crossed his arms as he jerked his head in her direction. “I mean, anyone can see those heart eyes from a mile away.” Is it really that obvious? Shoto nervously rubbed the back of his neck and mumbled, “Don’t worry about it.” The boy smirked confidently as he leaned in close to Todoroki and whispered, “Watch this.” Before Todoroki could question it, the boy had made his way over to Aimee’s desk with a sad look on his face. “Miss Faurie?” he said with a whimper. Aimee looked up from her work with a concerned look on her face. “Hey, what’s the matter?” She stood from her seat, walking around to the front of her desk. “The other kids keep teasing me. I don’t think I’ve ever had any real friends.” Shoto watched them closely, curious about what the boy was trying to do. “Oh, well that’s not nice. But guess what? I’m your friend,” Aimee said with a smile. “Oh good! Thanks, Miss Faurie.” He said with a sheepish smile. “Oh, Miss Faurie? I’ve never had a girlfriend either,” he said with a sly smirk. That little punk! Todoroki stood and started to make his way over to the two, a scowl on his lips. “Aww,” Aimee cooed that the boy, stopping Todoroki in his tracks. Is she really gonna fall for that act? Aimee smiled and placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder before letting her face fall into a deadpan expression. “Inappropriate.” It was the boy’s turn for his face to fall as he crossed his arms in a huff. “Now go on to lunch. I can’t miss you if you don’t leave,” Aimee said in a sing-song voice as the boy walked out of the room.

Shoto felt a soft smile tug at his lips as he approached Aimee’s desk, grabbing his satchel. “Aimee?” She turned toward him with a bright smile. “Hey, I told you you’d be a hit!” She giggled as she walked to close the distance between them. “I think you just won me enough brownie points to last me to the end of the year.” “I think you’re plenty popular without my help,” Shoto nodded his head in the direction of the exiting boy. She giggled and rolled her eyes playfully. “Yeah, he’s a little punk but he’s super smart. I’m working on him.” Shoto hummed and reached into his satchel. “I was wondering if you would do me the honor of having lunch with me?” He pulled out a traditional red bento box from his bag. “I followed your advice and made a bento,” he added with a faint blush. Aimee gave him a warm smile and a nod. “I’d love to, just let me get mine.” She walked behind her desk, bending over to grab her bento. Shoto knew he should have looked away, but her ass really was something to behold. Goddamn. Turning around with her bento in her hand, Aimee noticed the increasing blush on Todoroki’s face but chose not to call attention to it. He did just do her a service after all. “Let’s go to my secret spot for a little privacy.”

Todoroki followed Aimee out into the hallway, waving at the excited students they passed by. After walking up 3 flights of stairs, they walked out onto the roof of the school building. A modest rooftop garden greeted them as a cool breeze went through the air. “Lucky for us, the weather is rather mild today,” Aimee said while gesturing over to a wooden bench. The pair had seat on the bench with their bentos in their lap. They started to eat in a comfortable silence until Shoto spoke up. “You’re really good with the kids. They like you, but even more, they respect you.” Aimee smiled, shrugging her shoulders. “Thank you. I’ve always been pretty good with kids. You just have to find that sweet spot of treating them like kids and treating them as would be adults. Especially at this age.” Shoto hummed as he slurped up some of his homemade soba noodles. I wish I had someone like that growing up. Looking over at Aimee, he took a look at her bento in her lap. She had brought some sort of rice dish with shrimp and chicken, but Shoto didn’t recognize it. Aimee noticed his glances and gently nudged him with a giggle. “It’s my homemade jambalaya. Would you like to try some?” A light blush crossed his cheeks, having been caught but he nodded just the same. Aimee put a good mix of all the ingredients on her fork and held it up for him to try. She’s actually feeding me? His blush deepened as he thought about the somewhat intimate act. However, the curiosity of trying her cooking outweighed his slight embarrassment, his mouth opening wide to take a bite of the offered food. His eyes grew wide as an explosion of flavors hit his tongue and it was nothing like he ever tasted. He especially liked the bit of spice to it. “Good huh?” Aimee said with a smug look. Shoto nodded with a small smile. “Very. It’s delicious. I shouldn’t be surprised since you told me you liked to cook on our date.”

Aimee’s face began to heat up at the mention of their date, surprised he brought it up. “Yeah, that was a lot of fun,” She said shyly before nervously stuffing her face with food. Turning his body closer to her, Shoto continued softly, “I’ve been listening to the records you recommended to me.” She turned towards him with an excited smile, once again melting Shoto’s heart. “I really like how mellow it sounds. Very calming in most cases. But what I like the most are the lyrics.” He paused and took another bite of his food. “They actually mean something... Tell stories... Convey emotions.” Aimee nodded as she stared into his beautiful heterochromatic eyes. He really gets it. “I totally agree. Jazz has so much heart. There’s literally a song for everything you’re feeling.” At that moment, Shoto wanted nothing more than to reach out to her and take Aimee into his arms. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever met, inside and out. He wanted to lose himself in her large doe eyes and place the softest of kisses on his favorite plump lips. Alas, he knew better than to start a scandal at her workplace. “What’s your favorite song? What speaks to you?” “Ella Fitzgerlad’s version of ‘Misty,’ easy,” Aimee answered with a smile. “I don’t think I’ve heard that one yet.”

A shocked gasp startled Shoto as Aimee grabbed his shoulder. “Well, that simply cannot stand!” Aimee reached into her blouse and into the side of her bra, pulling out her phone, earbuds wrapped around it. Todoroki sheepishly looked away, another light blush covering his face. “Sorry, no pockets.” Aimee laughed as she noticed his flustered form. Tapping away on her phone, she pulled up the song in question before offering him one the earbuds, putting the other in her ear. Shoto gingerly put it into his ear, scooting closer to her. The velvety voice of Ella Fitgerald soon filled their ears and lulled them into a joint calm.

Look at me,

I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree;

And I feel like I'm clingin' to a cloud,

I can' t understand

I get misty, just holding your hand.

Walk my way,

And a thousand violins begin to play,

Or it might be the sound of your hello,

That music I hear,

I get misty, the moment you're near.

Can't you see that you're leading me on?

And it's just what I want you to do,

Don't you notice how hopelessly

I'm lost

That's why I'm following you.

On my own,

When I wander through this wonderland alone,

Never knowing my right foot from my left

My hat from my glove

I'm too misty, and too much in love.

Too misty,

And too much

In love

While listening, Shoto couldn’t hold himself back any longer. Cautiously, he reached out and took Aimee’s hand in his. He kept his gaze forward, too nervous to see her reaction. After a moment, he felt his hand readjust, causing him to look down at their hands. Aimee had readjusted them, lacing their fingers together. Amazed at her reaction, Shoto looked up at her face, to find a faint blush there as she too stared forward at the view. Hand in hand, the two sat in silence, listening to the smooth music and finishing their bentos until school bell rang, signaling that lunch was over.

After finishing their lunch, Todoroki walked Aimee back downstairs to her classroom. As they approached her room, she ushered her students inside with a friendly smile. “Ok guys, go on inside and get started on your journal entries for today. The topic is written on the board already. I’ll with you in a moment.” Her students eagerly entered the classroom while waving and high-fiving both Aimee and Todoroki before they started to whisper and giggle at their seats.

The pair stood in the hallway as the last student entered the classroom. “I can’t thank you enough for taking the time to talk my students. It really was a treat,” Aimee said with a bright smile. Suddenly feeling bold, a small smirk appeared on Shoto’s face. “You can thank me by agreeing to accompany me on another date.”

“ANOTHER?!” the students hooted and hollered from inside the classroom, clearly listening in on the conversation. Aimee's face flushed a deep red as she jumped from the commotion. “Hey! Mind ya business! Those journals aren’t going to write themselves!” she blurted out before closing her classroom door, the children’s giggles and whistles still heard through it. Shoto couldn’t help his own chuckle, seeing her in such a flustered state. Cute. “My, apologies. That was bad timing, but my offer still stands.” Aimee bit her lip as she tried her best to compose herself. Of course she was going to say yes, she would be stupid not to. “Yeah, I would like that a lot.” Shoto gave her a small smile as he gently took her hand. “I’m glad. How about you pick where we go since I inadvertently caused a scene?” Aimee thought for a moment as went over a few possibilities. “How about ice skating? I haven’t gone in years.” Shoto nodded, brushing his thumb gently over her hand as he held it. “As you wish,” he said with a smile. “I’ll let you go back to your class. I hope I didn’t cause you too much trouble.” Aimee shrugged with a smug smirk. “Eh, nothing I can’t handle.” The pair both chuckled lightly before Shoto slowly brought her hand up to his lips, leaving a short kiss. “I’ll text you.” Aimee blushed yet again and softly answered, “Okay. Make sure you sign out with the front desk.” He nodded and made his way down the hall and out of sight. After taking a deep calming breath to prepare for the chaos that awaited herself inside, Aimee entered her classroom to a barrage of questions from her students. “Shhhhh. Show’s over, time to get back to work, my friends.” Most of the students went back to writing but one sweet young girl raised her hand. “Yes, dear?” Aimee called on her. “Did you say yes?” Aimee bit her lip in an attempt to hide her blushing smile. “That’s nothing for you to worry about.” But that was all Aimee could think about for the rest of the day.

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the-lightning-strikes-again · 6 years ago

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Would it be amazing if one of the paladins maybe like Keith, wanted Lotor to watch action/adventure movies or so like "THE MUMMY" or "NATIONAL TREASURE"? Since we all know our Lotor can be an adorkable nerd :3 What do you think? BTW, Love "Adrenaline Rush" and "Second Law" ;) Love it! Hope you update it, cuz the more I read it the more I completely loved it

Hi, cutereylochan! I adore those movies and watched both this week per your reference. Thank you for your support, and please enjoy this Second-Law-universe drabble you inspired! — “How fascinating,” Lotor murmured, his slit eyes blown wideat the screen. He distractedly dipped his claws back into the popcorn bag,spearing a few pieces and lifting them to his lips, crunching down with delightand suspense. “The special effects in this movie are quite more…complex comparedto Pride and Prejudice.”

Beside him sat a cross-legged Keith. The large viewingscreen in the Olkari headquarters was playing another human movie called The Mummy. They were both wrapped inblankets, various wrappers and a half-empty pan of brownies between them.

Keith was the most animated he had ever been. “Right? Like,the fighting, the suspense, the CGI of the bad guy. It actually has aplot.”

“All very impressive,” Lotor said, lips twitching. “Unless,of course, it is natural for ancient humans to return to life in such a manner?Please tell me it is not.”

Keith huffed in amusement, his voice muffled from munchingon popcorn. “Seriously—out of the whole movie, that’s what you question as aspecial effect?”

“I have seen many things, young paladin.” Lotor nearlymissed his mouth when eating another piece of popcorn, his eyes blown wide at theimage of the mummy speaking Ancient Egyptian to the woman named Evie. “Anundead person waging war upon a planet is not the strangest concept in theuniverse.”

“But you like this movie, right?”

The alien man munched on the popcorn, humming. He tilted hishead, his ears flicking. “Yes. I especially appreciate the odd, budding romancebetween this…gunslinger O’Connell and the librarian, Evie.”

Keith exhaled and leaned back against the couch, groaning. “Oh no, you’re as bad as the rest of them.”

“Do you truly dislike romances so much, Paladin Keith?”

The younger boy grimaced. “Ugh, it’s like romance is allanyone cares about. What about the adventure? The action? Man, even the friendship between O’Connell andJonathon?”

“These are all honorable topics,” Lotor said lightly. “It iswell you enjoy them.” He dropped his hand back into the popcorn bag. “But Isuppose one craves what one does not have.”

“Dude, I get plenty of action and adventure in my real life.Doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it in my movies, too.”

The exiled prince turned and raised a brow at Keith. “If Iever questioned your Galran heritage before, know that I do not now.”

“You’re half-Galran like me,” Keith retorted, throwing apiece of popcorn at him. It hit Lotor’s broad shoulder and then slipped downhis robe. “Shouldn’t you like the fighting?”

“In ways I do.” The man bit his lip, revealing a sharp, hesitantfang as he suddenly leaned forward to grab for another one of Hunk’s browniesfrom the pan. “But I have never seen a romance portrayed in entertainmentbefore. It is a new and wondrous thing to see.”

The boy grimaced. “Well, at least we’re watching a movie with both.”

“Yes, Paladin Keith. The best of both worlds.” And just as Lotor was about to bite into his brownie, theresuddenly came a gasp from a nearby hall. He froze, his slit eyes suddenlydarting to the threshold.

Pidge stood in her pajamas, carrying a blanket around hershoulders, lips dropped open. “How dare,”she whispered. “You…you guys are watching action movies without me? The Mummy? Without me?”

“You went to bed,” Keith called out. “Wasn’t gonna wake youup for a movie you’ve already seen.”

The human girl gave him a glare, then turned to Lotor and gavehim big, pleading eyes. “Without me?”

The prince grimaced, then lowered his brownie. “I read therating and thought it…perhaps too mature for one of your age.”

Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Oh. Come on, dude. It’s likePG-13. And I’m totally 15.”

Lotor tilted his head. “I would hate for you to have nightmares.”

“Dude. The way you eat fish bones gives me more nightmaresthan this movie.” She blurred forward and suddenly scooted between the two,grabbing a brownie from the pan and setting her eyes onto the screen. “Oh man, Imhotep’sstill regenerating? Sweet. I haven’t missed it all.”

Lotor made a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “Youare truly not disturbed by the contents of this movie?”

She looked up at him and quirked a brow. “I’m a paladin ofVoltron?”

“Yes, but—”

“—Hey, wait a minute,” came a new, male voice from thehallway. One Lance McClain popped his head in, his eyes wide. “Did I hearImhotep? The Mummy? You guys arewatching a movie without me?”

Keith groaned. “Considering you guys just wanna watchromances without any adventure at—”

“—Ah, man. This movie’s got some good romance, what are you talkingabout.”

Lotor’s voice raised in delight. “You refer to O’Connelland Evie, yes?”

Lance gave him finger guns as he walked in, wearing hiscartoon Voltron pajamas. “Better believe it, baby! These guys are like, my jam.”

“Do you not,” Lotor said, leaning forward in contemplative happiness, “enjoy how they are opposite in nature and yet so very complementary of each other’sstrengths and weaknesses?”

“What the cheese, dude, yes. I’m totally an O’Connelllooking for my Evie.” And then Lance plopped down in front of them all,stealing the brownie pan from Pidge and the edge of her blanket as she squawked.

Lotor stared at the pile of friends about him and felt a great lightness in his heart, before he returned his attention to the movie. “Paladin Keith, is it possibleto rewind this scene? I fear I missed something important—”

#The Second Law #The Mummy #Movie Time with TSL Lotor #omg this was fun to write!#Thanks for the note #I hope you enjoyed this!#The TSL version of Mystery Science Theater 3000 haha

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bookenders · 5 years ago

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11/11/11 Tag Game: 16/17/18?

Back again to spill the tea about myself for all you lovely people.Thanks @cataclysmic-writer, @maybeillwriteit and @aurisadventure for the tags!

My answers are under the cut. 😊

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them.

Bilbo Taggins: @brittanyisart, @quilloftheclouds, @brittanyisart, @brynwrites, @creatvrae, @elisabethrosewrites, @elizabethsyson, @ren-c-leyn, @yetmorestories, @pinespittinink, @timefire25

My Questions:

What are your thoughts on throw pillows?

Do you have any podcast recommendations? How about TV shows?

What month would you be on a calendar, and what would the picture be?

What is one book that you absolutely love, no matter what anyone else has to say about it?

What’s your favorite kind of scented candle?

What’s your favorite urban legend?

Would you ever go on an arctic expedition?

What’s the furthest from home you’ve ever been?

What is the best snack?

How purple do you allow your prose to be/get? What’s your purple limit? Is there one?

What’s one word/line/scene/character that you want to put in a story, but you haven’t found the right place for yet?

@cataclysmic-writer‘s questions:

What do you eat or drink while writing? It varies depending on how I’m feelin’. Usually a big giant glass of water. I used to have coffee and/or tea, but it always got cold because I forgot about it. That’s actually how I used to measure my progress, by how cold the drink was. And coffee got me too jazzed to sit still, so I stopped drinking while writing. Good for academic papers, though.

Best piece of advice you ever received? Like... ever? Okay. People are more interested in themselves/absorbed with themselves to really care what you’re doing. Very empowering for someone with real bad social anxiety (like myself heyooo).

Which book inspired you to write the most? I’ve talked about Laurie Halse Anderson’s Wintergirls before, and I’m gonna mention it again. And that I went to a signing for her new book Shout and I got to thank her and my life has been enriched a thousand-fold.

Which author do you try to emulate when you write? Oh, man, I do not do this at all. Okay, well, not at all, because I find it to be a valuable writing exercise to practice with. But I super don’t. I’ve done projects where I’ve emulated Walt Whitman, Philip Levine, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Poe (eugh), and Anne Valente. Those were super fun. I like imitating styles and I’ve gotten pretty darn good at it. Sometimes I tell myself to put a Gaiman-like twist on a section, though, or describe something like another author if it fits the tone for funsies. But I like writing like me!

Where did you get the idea for your current wip? I’ve already talked about Heart to Heart, so I’ll talk about “Fish Food!” This one happened when I was pondering superheroes, James Bond, tropes, evil monologues, and the like. I had the image of a hero tied up and dangling over a pit of piranhas while the villain detailed his evil plan. But the hero didn’t follow the script. And then, like every one of my short stories, it spun way out of control. I started to think of what heroes would inhabit this world that erupted from the fertile soil of my brain and suddenly I had a big complicated story that I was excited about. And it was funny, which is a change for me.

Do you have a go-to beta reader/writing buddy you bounce ideas off of? I do! One of my goodest friends is a fellow writer and she’s my spaghetti wall if I need assistance. We went through the same creative writing program one year apart and had different teachers, so we offer each other pretty different advice, and it’s great. She’s super into fae lore, too, which is ridiculously helpful for me, a nerd who is writing a light fantasy story with fae in it. We operate in different styles and genres, though, so sometimes idea-bouncing is a little tricky.

Which of your WIPs is your favorite? Of the ones I’m working on right now? Probably “Incarnate.” Partly because it’s closer to my usual writing fare, partly because it’s weird and disturbing in my favorite ways, partly because the ending is really cool and surprising in a way that hits you long after you finish it. I also like it because it’s hard for me to write. Yay, challenges!

Tea, coffee, or soda? Tea for chillin’, coffee for workin’, soda for pizza times.

If you could have any fantasy creature as a pet, which would you have? A brownie to clean my house, or a domovoi to act as a weird home security system would be neat. For non-practical purposes, I’d also say a pegasus. I can ride pretty well and it’d be so convenient to just fly everywhere on my awesome horse buddy.

Do you like creepy/scary movies? NOPE. I am a big chicken shit when it comes to spooky things. As a kid, I was terrified of E.T. That’s how bad it was.

What genre do you have yet to write in, but want to write soon? Hm. Maybe historical fiction? I already play with it a little bit without actually going into the history part of it too deeply. Maybe I’ll give it a shot in the future. I’ve always wanted to give magical realism a good try, though. It’s always been hard for me to write.

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@aurisadventure‘s questions:

1. Who is your favorite oc? Why?

Right now, it’s Lithium from “Fish Food.” She’s just so fun. I also just figured out a big part of Jill’s character that I’m excited to add to H2H!

2. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re not writing?

I got into cooking a while ago, and that’s pretty fun. I do yoga sometimes. I read a bunch. I also like putting things together. Honestly, I’m a big giant nerd who likes learning in their spare time.

3. What is your least favoured genre?

Hard sci-fi is really hard for me to get into. And some contemporary stuff, but it’s not as bad as hard sci-fi.

4. Top three favorite video games? (Any console)

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (with Awakening DLC, obvs) (except for the goddamn Mage Circle Fade part I hate it and it deserves to burn in hell)

Ori and the Blind Forest (I’m stuck on the last stupid fire volcano level and I’m so mad because it’s hard but this game is beautiful)

To The Moon (so many tears, such good story)

Honorable mention to Assassin’s Creed 2.

(I love RPGs.)

5. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for inspiration?

Hm. I don’t really go out and seek inspiration like this. I just consume a whole lot of art in varying mediums.

I went to a poetry slam one time. Does that count?

6. Buggy or Cart?

Horses, buggy. Oxen, cart. As much as I’d like to be Gandalf...

7. Have you finished any of your wips?

I am so goddamn close to finishing “When Your Song is Over and Done” I can taste it. I’m hoping to write that last stupid scene this week. It’s been the one WIP that’s been kicking my ass lately. How rude.

I’m a short story writer, so I finish a lot of my WIPs. It’s kinda nice. That’s also why longer projects scare me.

8. But like… can I read it?

😉

In the meantime, you can read these!

9. What is your favorite animal? Why?

Highland Cows! Just look at them.

I’m sure I have a more interesting answer for this, but honestly, cows are all I can think of. I love cows.

10. Name one place you want to visit more than anything.

Norway! Not sure why. Seems like a really cool place to be.

(I lied I love space and want to go to the observatories.)

11. What is your most cherished childhood memory?

Saturday mornings curled up in my grandfather’s armchair watching TV and eating Burger King before we go visit the animals at the farm.

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@maybeillwriteit‘s questions:

1. Which oc would you most like to go for a drink with?

I don’t drink, but I think Treena would be an excellent conversation partner.

2. Where do you like to write? Bed? Desk? Cafe? etc etc

I have a desk in my room. Not that I usually write at it. I’m good anywhere I can sit up straight and rest my arms.

3. Which of your ocs do you think people are most likely to make fanart for?

Eventually, I hope Mel. I love her character design. Or the superheroes and villains from “Fish Food.” They all have really distinct appearances and cool costumes/uniforms.

4. Favourite piece of writing advice you’ve received?

Probably the time my mentor also admitted he hated writing dialogue, but that sometimes you just gotta.

5. Which place in your stories would you like to live? (i’ve read this sentence ten times and i ain’t convinced it’s grammatically correct lol)

(maybe: In which place/where in your stories would you most like to live? I dunno this one’s freaking my brain.)

Linsay would be the best place to live, I think. A very chill small town that has everything you need, very supportive soon-to-be friends, an apothecary on stand-by, and lovely weather. Its residents are fiercely protective and are very willing to look the other way where the law is concerned if it helps someone.

6. Do any authors/books influence your writing? Which ones?

Oh, tons. Jim Butcher, Laurie Halse Anderson, George Saunders, Anne Valente, Tolkien, Gaiman, Matt Bell, Aimee Bender, and a whole bunch more authors. And, if you wanna get all heartfelt about it, every single book I’ve read has influenced my writing, whether it’s learning how to do something, learning how not to do something, or finding a new technique that jives with my style.

7. Pick one song that represents your wip.

I’ve done a bunch of song stuff with H2H, so this is for “Fish Food:”

Honestly, my first instinct is “Superboy and the Invisible Girl” from Next to Normal. But it’s not quite right.

I also wanna say “Super Friends” from Holy Musical B@man.

But in my heart, I know the true answer is “Under Pressure.” How could it not be?

8. Favourite thing about being a writer?

The feels! I love writing things and getting my own feels out, then making other people feel things. It’s so satisfying.

9. Characters or plot, what came first?

Characters! Oh my God, always characters. And before characters, concept and theme(s). Sometimes a scene just pops into my head and I have to figure out who these people are and why they’re there.

10. Do you like writing prompts?

I do indeedy. They’re pretty helpful when I’m stuck. I only write for the ones that instantly spark an idea in my brain, though. All the ones I’m getting for my 800 followers celebration are insanely good.

11. Part of your wip that you’re most excited to write?

Oh, man! So many!

H2H: The climax! Well, one of them. The one of the magic incidents and Mel and Gemma’s relationship, to be specific.

Fish Food: When my main two dudes meet Lithium! And figure out what’s going on with her. Or anything about Lithium’s real life. Her story is wild.

WYSiOaD: The goddamn rooftop scene that’s been kicking my ass for a month. It’s gonna be so emotional and poignant and great and I can’t wait for it to be over.

#writeblr #amwriting #about me #tag game #writer tag #11/11/11 tag game #my process #my writing process #tunes

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365daysofsasuhina · 6 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Ninety-Eight: Cooking ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Staring at his schedule, Sasuke feels an eye twitch.

He can’t believe it’s come to this…

It’s his senior year. One year from now, he’ll be heading off to university. He’s eighteen years old, a legal adult, and...for the next semester, every day, for his last period...he’s going to be in a Home Economics class.

He can already tell this is going to be hell. He has no interest in anything home ec. Cooking, sewing, family studies. This is useless to him!

But unfortunately...this is his only real option. All the other classes in that slot were either something he’d already taken, or something even more ridiculous. Making clothes and baking stuff might be bad, but he’d never be caught dead in the drama department. He is not an actor.

So, he chose the least of many evils. Not that it felt like much of a choice…

“Heyyy, Sasuke!”

Great. His day just went from bad to worse.

Latching onto his friend’s shoulders, Naruto tries to peek at his schedule. “Hey, hey! Do we have any shared classes?”

“I doubt it. Most of mine are honors. And you, Naruto, are not an honors student.”

The blond immediately pouts. “Hey, no need to be rude about it! And you said most, not all! What ones do you have that aren’t? Here, I’ll pull out my -”

“Trust me, they still won’t line up.”

“C’mon, just tell me! What other ones are you taking?”

“Nothing you’d be putting yourself through.”

“...what’s that supposed to mean?” In a deft move, Naruto manages to snatch the paper, ignoring Sasuke’s protests. “Yeah, yeah, yeah...ohhh, wait!” Turning around, a giddy smile slowly grows over his face. “What’s this I see in your last hour block…?”

“Look, I didn’t have any choice! You really think I’d willing subject myself to that?!”

“Aww, Sasuke’s gonna learn to be a housewife!” Naruto cackles, letting Sasuke snatch back the schedule. “That’s adorable!”

“One more word Naruto, and I’m gonna sock you in the gut.”

“M’just teasing ya, bastard! You know, I’ve heard that chicks really dig guys who have those house-making skills! Cooking, cleaning, the whole nine yards!”

“Because that’s totally why I’m taking it. Besides, if that’s true, then why don’t you take the class?”

“I can’t, I’ve got something required that hour.”

“Of course you do.”

“No, really!”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just...take it, and get it over with.”

“Twenty bucks says you’re swimming in freshmen girls when you get there! They’ll be so jazzed to see a big, handsome senior guy taking the class with ‘em -”

“I’m warning you, Naruto…!”

Snickering, he gives the Uchiha’s shoulder a shove. “M’just messin’ with ya! Have fun with your housewife class!”

Glowering, Sasuke adjusts his backpack before striding after him. Oh, he’s going to pay for that.

But first...they have a school day to get through. Which normally would crawl by. But just because he’s dreading the last class, the rest all seem to fly until he’s standing outside the proper classroom

You can do this, Sasuke, just...bite the bullet and get it over with.

With a twist and a tug of the doorknob, he pulls it open.

It’s...actually far from what he expected. Along one wall is a long countertop speckled with sinks. Perpendicular to that, another strip of it, along with a fridge, and several ovens with stovetops. But most of the classroom is just...a classroom. Desks, and a few tables along one side. A couple of cabinets obviously hold supplies, and there’s bookcases stuffed with tomes on various subjects.

Also within the room is a small group of girls.

Not a single boy but himself.

How old-fashioned, he can’t help but think.

They seem to vary in age: a few of each year. But the only senior he recognizes is a girl he vaguely knows. She’s friends with Sakura, who never leaves him alone. And if he remembers right, this one happens to be smitten with his friend Naruto. Who, in turn, likes Sakura.

It’s all so stupidly convoluted.

At the head of the classroom is an old woman who looks like she was already teaching the class back when it was invented. As the bell rings, she instructs them all to sit down, giving a spiel about the class and what they’ll be covering.

“Today, we’ll have a little bit of a free day! Over on the second shelf are your books, and the top shelf is our basic cookbook. You can either give cooking something a shot, or try a basic sewing pattern.”

Immediately, Sasuke takes up the cookbook. Skimming through it, he tries to find something simple.

“Chefs, do try to pair up so we have enough supplies and ovens! And remember: wash your hands!”

Sighing to himself, Sasuke actually jumps a bit as someone comes up beside him. “Need a partner?”

A glance shows Hinata. She’s already tied her hair up in a bun, donning an apron.

“Oh...er, yeah. I guess so.”

“Anything in particular you wanted to try?”

“Not really...to be honest, I’m only here because I have to be.”

To his surprise, she just smiles at him. “That’s okay. It’s n-never a bad thing to pick up some new skills, right?”

“...right.”

“I’ll stick with you - I think the other girls are a little intimidated, anyway.”

Hearing Hinata giggle into her sleeve, Sasuke glances over to the others. As she predicts, they all give him a wary glance in return.

“What, do they think I’m here to prey on them?”

“I don’t know, but just...stick to your task. You’ll be fine.”

Grumbling a bit to himself, he looks his options over. “How about this?”

Peering over into the book, Hinata nods. “Sure! Nothing beats a classic brownie, ne?”

“I dunno, never been much into sweets.”

There’s a pause as she looks at him as though he’s grown a second head. “...really?”

“Nah. That’s more my brother’s thing.”

“Oh...well, I guess we can just share them with the rest of the class. Here, start gathering these ingredients...”

With Hinata’s guidance, they soon have all they need. She walks him through each step, actually quite encouraging and pretty knowledgeable.

“How come you’re taking this class? Seem you know all this already.”

“In all honesty, I’m like you: just here to be here. But I really do like stuff like this. I love to bake, and knit. They’re favorite hobbies of mine.”

Mixing batter, Sasuke doesn’t reply.

“Okay, so now just pour it into the pan, and we’ll put it in to b-bake!”

Being careful not to spill or dribble along the side of the pan, Sasuke does as asked before gingerly putting it into the heated oven. “So...half an hour?”

Setting the timer, Hinata nods. “Mhm! Just about when class ends.”

“...is that bad?”

“No, I can stay after and make sure things are cleaned up and put away.”

Sasuke’s brow furrows. “...so can I.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” It was his idea, after all. He’s not about to skimp on his part of the work.

“Okay! Well...I guess in the meantime, we might as well s-start now, right?”

“Sure.”

They quickly tidy up the dishes, wiping down the counter and then just...sitting and waiting for the buzzer.

“Next time we’ll have to find something to make you’ll enjoy too! I still can’t believe you don’t like sweets.”

“They’re okay. I just don’t really seem them out. I’d rather have something salty or savory.”

Hinata hums. “I have a major sweet tooth…”

“Well, you can take them home, then.”

“Oh no, I’ll be tempted to eat them all!”

That earns a snort. “All right, fine: I’ll take some for my brother.” Itachi tends to visit a few nights a week from university. He’ll surely appreciate them.

A few minutes later, the timer goes off, and Sasuke carefully removes the pan. Only a few seconds after that, the bell sounds, and the rest of the class flees for the day.

“Here, let’s put them on a rack - you never want to c-cut them when they’re warm! They’ll just fall apart.”

They do a bit more tidying as the brownies cool before Hinata takes some cardboard storage boxes out of a cupboard and divvies them up. “Okay...I’ll take a few. You can give the rest to your family, okay?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Want to try one before we head out?”

“Uh…” Eyeing the box suspiciously, Sasuke takes out a smaller piece, hesitating a moment before taking a bite.

Huh...not bad.

“It’s good.”

“Good! And things are even better when you get to be proud you made them yourself!” Hinata beams, nibbling one of her own.

Sasuke can’t help a small smile. She reminds him of his mom in some ways.

“...oh gosh, I gotta get going to volleyball practice! I’ll have to just keep these in my locker - see you tomorrow, Sasuke!” Just like that, Hinata scoops up her things and zooms from the room.

...well then.

Blinking, he takes up his own box, having no sports or clubs to worry about, and instead heads out to his car. Maybe if he hurries, they’ll still be warm when he gets home. He can already hear his mother’s gushing about him finally making something on his own. Well...he did have help. But not Mikoto’s.

...maybe they can make something else tomorrow.

Not much to this one! Just a lil bit of modern slice of life with poor Sasuke getting shoved into a home ec class. Which honestly I think is good for him x3 And gives him some time with Hinata - even better! On that note though, I gotta run - it's late and my eyeballs aren't happy, haha! Thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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suburban-satan · 6 years ago

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shit my friends say

So I made a list of all the wild shit my friends say, started in January 2018 and still going. It's one year old I guess? Well, enjoy what I have so far!

2018 -d a d d y w i s e -well there’s chains on the ground so that must mean this was a kinky sex dungeon -GORSH MICKEY NOT MY G SPOT -I can wait until I turn 40 so I can troll Japanese Girls on roblox -what if we all looked like mike wizowski but our heads were the same size as they are now -I wanna give pot to a bird -I take pills without water -daddies cummie wummies are the best cummie wummies -enjoy your nonexistent stomach acid -cum glaze -I hope you choke on MY meat -who hasn’t been on pornhub -(wipes tears away and starts belting despacito) -MY GAY IS BEING TRIGGERED -that omelet looks delouse -is semen a liquid or solid -iTs nOt aQuaNauTs yOu uNculTurEd fOoK -vaginas are scary -what is menstruation -you should change your name to pussy something -my gay has been activated -“have you ever owned a vibrator?” “No” “would you like to rent one” -“do you like glazed or cream filled” -wHaT dOeS cUm sOuNd LiKe -he is on too much fertilizer -sometimes cum is hot I know from experience -if you jerked off at the speed of sound would your dick be on fire -I don’t have a sonic fetish -can your dick ignite because of the heat of your cock -aren’t dicks like cannons -who the fuck draws a glowing peepee on a skeleton -honey Freddy freaker is dancing in the living room -does penis smell like garlic -she don’t swallow in this household -*downloading garrison nudes* -don’t you realize that tentacle porn is just using octopus arms as a dildo -frickle my nipples -Minecraft porn consists of the male genitalia replaced with a stick -OOPSIE WOOPSIE!! Uwu We make a fucky wucky!! A wittle fucko boingo! The code monkeys at our headquarters are working VEWY HAWD to fix this! -“I’m big for an asian” -cockilicous -“His anal glands need milking” -fready flipper -FREADY FAPPER -daddy better make me choke -does Freddy freaker have a mutated alien dick -sonic breaks the sound barrier by beating his meat -the sun looks like it’s gon vore you -bootyhole exploration -is megalovania sex music -i like to drink cock -cum is just genital snot -penis musk -Shid piz and farbt -Bull + shit = sis it don’t add up -Hey don’t tell me at least once in your life you haven’t thought about being gently caressed across the genitalia by the kraken -I swallow boba like i swallow cum -I wuv fungus kun, the way he waps a awond my tosie wosies so tight! He’s gibing me a huggie!!!! Fungus kun gibes my tosies a new color too!!!! Wat a good fungus kun make my doki doki go “ UAU” heeheehee -eating banana with the banana peel -orang juce -father I want cheddar -don’t you just look at someone and think about how long their neck is -breathing is just boneless vaping -get outta here juuling criminal -yall ever succ a dick for juul pods -unironically drawing miss piggy -“Jack don’t let go 😱🤭🤭, jack sweetie 😐👀 if you let go 🙊🙈 you’re weave 🙀🙀 gone 😇😘💅” -I've been watching spooky movies for 5 hour -omg it’s daddy sans undertaker!!! -bröther -I ate my sister -are you'd's't've kidding me? -oh youtube please don't show me the shrek movies rn -My brother is calling me out on the family group chat for eating a bowl of peanut butter -Hamilton is best girl -get outta here you fuckin loyalist -what doesn’t cum have -drink flex seal and you won’t have to worry about a marriage -I feel water. -“Superfood or supergross? Is Sperm good?” -coochie hands gucci bands -just imagine trying to cast a spell and then you get disturbed by a banjo -toto africa is sex music now and everytime they say rain it’s just cum -y'all ever burp in your mouth and exhale it through your nose like a vaper -how dare them make my green senpai an honorable member of society -If you didn’t search big boobs video on google at least once are you really a Gen Z kid????? -laugh pussies -i’m watching the history of japan on pornhub -we have the same name because we are secretly the same person -what if you eat your phone and it’s all in your tummy -why would you ever think i’m not serious all the time you silly dragon but we’re both (my name) so we can be the silly dragon together -why would you wash your face before you go to bed when your tears wash it off for you *wooshing noises* -I want to drive a bus because I like busses -my shoe broke -why does everyone talk about the drugs i’m eating -i’m going to break her because she’s talking about smoking cocaine and I don’t like drugs -(stage whisper) metal heads live among us but we don’t know because they look like normal people -oh bye mr music teacher -the pussy? designer. cucci, if you will. -DID I HEAR S A N S P O R N -"i'm about to nay nay on your dead fucking corpse" -alert alert the toes are coming -you got a fucking problem with my 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐬? -imagine using an oven for something designed for a microwave this post was made by the doesnt have much motivation gang -Please take my Minnesotan snow Wait that sounds like Minnesotan cocaine -when you funny scream -"dating the Bill of Rights for fun" is now exactly how I'm going to describe my hyperfixations -the penguin from fruit loops is a twink (bitch its a toucan) -if white cheese exists is there black cheese -What’s rosum opossum -whale cum -dicko mode -(GETTIN SOME CHRISTMAS SPIRIT UP IN THAT PUSS) -pennies more like penis amirite -It’s Sunday don’t forget to squeeze cheese on the cat -the grinch is dr seuss’s fursona -everyone is gangster until the trees start speaking vietnamese -big chungus is my dad -“if the apocalypse happened what would you do” “eat bees” -I'm tired as fuck but I gotta wait until it's 4:20 to go to bed -mom: you need to be reasonable and wait two hours before having another brownie me, stuffing my mouth full of brownie: br o w n y s -This honey in whole foods is in fucking comic sans -it's more likely that I'll guess someone is gay before I remember the existence of women -im gonna say it again for the people in the back:

i eat bees -Thanos penis, it's actually called a thenis -yort -uwu its the mowst thorstiewst time of the yeaw uwu -It is I Teh gromc -The gronk is here to say eat all the dish soap in the house -the grinch but he's wearing crocs the entire time -answer my question or else i will establish sans porn -You make him doki doki uwaaaaa!!!! -birdbox but all the bird sounds are replaced by cardi b noises -THE GROMPK IS TOO POWERFUL -consume ocean sauce -square up in judge judys court -half consumes ocean sauce -ice juce -frick stick -you guys wanna read undertale fanfiction -2019- -it might be 2019 but thats not gonna stop me from terrorizing my family's groupchat -(pineapple voice) first date idea: digest eachother -Wait dennys will arrest you for doing illegal things?? -pls purify me -my toes are very succulent today -two succs having flex two succs having sex my muscles my muscles involuntarily checks -f u r r y , N a s h . -Perfect for all occasions! Spill something on your nice shirt, give a messy blowjob, and sphagetti!!! -Do you want cum on your nice shirt??? -it would be nice if i had cum on my shirt -cocc succ machine -I KNOW TONGUE JUTSU -I feel like i’m in a meat prison -hi you obese elephant -plant porn is just flowey porn -We all love the out of the box 4am messages we get -YOU LIKE SNAS PEEPEE

#shit my friends say #shitpost #please help me #sans #I guess???#theres a lot of sans sorry #too many about peepee #enjoy #please dont be offended #bees #thanos #so sorry

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emubop · 7 years ago

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Adding on to my post from yesterday, I’m just gonna list all the issues I have with Disco (a separate list of the things I love soon to come!)

Under a cut for length and for spoilers. Seriously. Major spoilers ahead. And tw for discussions of character death, if that bothers you.

With that in mind, let’s get to it! (This is in no particular order, btw.)

Starting with the last two episodes, since they’re pretty fresh in my mind - they felt very rushed. I’ve seen some people say that the season should have ended right when they got back from the mirrorverse, and I completely agree. The final arc felt like it needed at least two more episodes to be fleshed out. I wanted to see more of the characters actually dealing with what happened in the mirrorverse, and having time for development; and while we got a little bit of that between Michael and Ash, it wasn’t very much. And like, I get why. When you’ve only got two episodes to get the plot where you need it to go, of course character development is going to be sacrificed for time. Which is why I think they should have either a) added more episodes to the end of season one, or b) ended the season with the mirror arc, so that they’d have more time to explore the Klingon war thing at the beginning of season 2. Disco has some very wonderful characters who are very deserving of development and growth, and it’s unfortunate that they didn’t get it.

Culber’s death... This is the main point where I’m like “yeah, I don’t blame you for not liking the show anymore,” because I came very close to that too. In the end, I do still think I like the rest of the show overall, but this part... I just about stopped watching. In short - the way the show treated Dr. Culber was absolutely shitty. Sure, I’m like 99% certain they’ll end up bringing him back in season 2, but in the meantime, he’s still very much dead. And NOT ONLY did they use the “bury your gays” trope, but out of only TWO gay characters, they buried the man of color. Like... that’s just... what the fuck.

I’m expanding this into multiple points, bc it’s the biggest point I have. Culber’s death is legitimately the worst thing Disco has done. Not only just the fact that they killed him, but how they did it. His death was violent, sudden, and meaningless. The main characters barely even get to react to it before moving on. His killer doesn’t face trial or repercussions. (Note - I personally see Voq as being entirely the murderer and not Tyler, since Tyler had no agency in the killing and was if anything just a tool, but either way, no justice is served.) And then we, the audience, have to see the brutal killing scene AGAIN in the “previously on” section of the next episode or two, which makes it seem like they’re using this horrific event as mere shock value. I literally felt sick to my stomach watching it. What happened was disgusting, and I can’t blame anyone for not wanting to watch the show anymore because of it.

I trust Wilson Cruz. I trust Anthony Rapp. I trust them when they say that there’s a plan, that Culber will come back, that this will work out at some point. Their reassurances do help me personally to make some measure of peace with the situation. I don’t want to think that two openly gay actors would sign onto the script if this is how it ends between their characters. But right now, Culber is still dead, for no good reason that I can see, and it still stings. This is justifiably upsetting. And until I see him come back with my own two eyes, yeah, I’m not gonna be happy about it.

Aaaaand speaking of death, let’s talk about Georgiou. I just... that’s not a good way to start your show off, ngl. You take a very strong and deep character, played by Michelle Yeoh no less, and then just kill her? It’s bad writing. They could have easily had Michael transferred off the Shenzhou and arrested and kept Captain Georgiou alive. They could have even kept the whole “tragic backstory” thing in play, with Michael and Philippa no longer on speaking terms, and Michael mourning the loss of what was once such a close relationship. (I do appreciate that they brought her back as her mirror counterpart - and boy howdy the Emperor is a good character - so that does take a little bit of the sting out, but still. Not the best way to open the show.)

And then Landry dies in both universes?? I can accept mirror!Landry dying because of the whole “Lorca’s second hand” thing, but like... god, this show has got to stop killing off poc. Especially woc. I can understand that they’re trying to do a “raceblind” thing, and I understand their reasoning - the whole “it’s a utopian future and everyone is treated the same!” thing - but it doesn’t really work like that irl for the audience. Unless someone is actually literally colorblind and sees everything in greyscale, no one has any business saying they “don’t see color.” And no one should be casting with that mindset. The situation could certainly be a lot worse - they’ve got Michael, at least, and she’s fucking amazing - but it could also be better.

And yeah, it’s a warzone, and people are going to die. I get that. But just... do some critical thinking about who you’re killing, why, and if it can be avoided. If for no other reason, it makes the story a lot stronger in the long run.

It’s the year of our lord twenty-gayteen, can we stop having the makeup on white people playing Kingons being so hmmm questionable maybe?

(With regards to several of the above points, I’m white, so please let me know if I’m overstepping my bounds here. And like the point about Culber - I wouldn’t blame anyone for disliking/not supporting the show because of these reasons, and I’m not ever going to try to convince anyone that these things are okay. Because they aren’t. Just because I like certain elements enough to give the show a second chance with season two, doesn’t mean that anyone else will or should do the same. Continuing.)

Why the fuck is this show so obsessed with eating people? Stop it. Get some help.

The only explicitly bisexual/pansexual person we see is the Emperor, who sleeps with both a man and a woman and seems very satisfied with both parties afterwards. Which, okay, cool, except she was also trying to get information out of them, so whether or not she was even attracted to either one is debatable. I personally think she was - thanks to Michelle Yeoh’s acting, which is a goddamn gift - but that still leaves us with the only representation of bi/pan people being a murderous emperor from the mirror universe. And the “relationship” is entirely sex-based, as well as being with multiple people at once, which only furthers the stereotype of bi/pan being promiscuous, being only bi for a threesome, being untrustworthy. And to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with one night stands or poly relationships! Those things are perfectly fine! But when that’s all that bi/pan people are shown as, it can play into really damaging stereotypes - and as a bi/pan person, I’m frankly getting a little fucking sick of it.

(I mean, it’s better than DS9′s “mirrorverse=gay/bi/pan” thing, I’ll give it that, but I’m not going to give any show brownie points for reinforcing harmful stereotypes. You’ve improved slightly, Trek, but not nearly as much as you should have.)

I’m just making another point here for Dr. Culber’s death because seriously. Fucking seriously. What the fuck.

I would’ve liked to have seen more one-off episodes, like “Magic to Make the Sanest Man Go Mad.” That was a fucking awesome episode. It’s fun! It’s got character development! I wanna see more of that!

The portrayal of Klingon culture is a bit inconsistent. And okay, to be entirely truthful, I’m really not that into Klingons in general? So having a plot centered around them wouldn’t be my first choice anyway. But if you’re going to do it, please do it right. It felt like the writers sometimes “forgot” important elements of Klingon culture for the sake of the plot, and just... come on. The Klingons are brutal warriors, yes. They’ve killed innocent civilians in the course of battle, sure. But they have a whole honor code, and going out of their way to murder thousands of helpless, defenseless people? Correct me if I’m wrong, but it just doesn’t quite seem to fit.

I really, really wanna see more of the bridge crew! I wanna get to know them! They seem so cool who are they please Disco I’m begging you

This is a very dumb, very tiny thing, but I was kinda hoping I’d see some Cardassian makeup in the crowd while we were in the Seedy Black Market on Qo’noS. Did appreciate the Trill lady tho!

I dunno, the ending almost felt... too neat? If that makes sense? I would have liked things more ambiguous, a few more loose ends. It felt like they threw in a happy ending out of nowhere; it didn’t really match the tone of the rest of the show.

Speaking of tone - it felt to me like Disco was trying to mix the upbeat, thoughtful, philosophical tone of classic Trek with the grittier, more critical, more heavy tone of DS9. I love both classic Trek and DS9, but they don’t exactly mix very well. Disco’s tone felt a bit confused and convoluted. And like, here’s the thing - classic Trek doesn’t preclude heavy subjects (”Conscience of the King” from TOS is a great example), and shows like DS9 don’t preclude fun and optimism (there’s episodes like “Explorers” that are uplifting, and “Take Me Out to the Holosuite” is a fucking delight). Star Trek at its best should always tackle difficult issues, should always have determination, should always have hope. DS9 had a more morally gray outlook, yes, and certainly questioned the idea that the Federation is utopian, but it was still underpinned by the main characters wanting to do good. Wanting to improve the world around them. It managed to do a very good job of adapting Trek’s message to its darker tone - whereas Disco feels like it’s flip-flopping between having a darker tone and trying to be like TOS. Like, buddy, just pick one. You just gotta pick one.

The more times Sarek shows up in Disco, the more he looks like a complete dick to Spock in TOS. This isn’t necessarily a complaint, because Sarek being a dick is certainly in character for him, but I’d like to see that disparity in how he treats his children addressed. By his wife. Specifically by his wife. Amanda is a national treasure and I need her to call her husband out.

idk I think there’s more but like, I’ve been working on this for hours - WAIT HANG ON

This has been bugging me since the beginning of the show, because while Michael’s mutiny was certainly a bad idea, she technically... didn’t really do much of anything before being taken to the brig? She almost has the ship fire on a Klingon vessel, but Georgiou shows up and stops her. Helm locked phasers on the vessel on Michael’s orders, yes, but earlier they locked phase cannons on the vessel for a short time, which Georgiou agreed to. Her actions during the mutiny didn’t really change their situation at all. So why does everyone blame her for starting the war?

“But she killed that Klingon during her spacewalk!” Yeah, she did, because he came charging at her with a bat’leth with the intention to kill. In that scenario, her actions were self-defense. She attempted to talk to him, he then proceeded to try to kill her, so she fought back to save her own life and ended up killing him in the process. And all this happened while she was investigating a foreign object in Federation territory. So while I can see why she was charged with mutiny and assaulting a fellow officer, I don’t think it’s fair to say that she started the war. The Klingons on the ship of the dead were planning to start shit before anyone even got there.

I can understand why Starfleet would have thought Michael started it, at least at first, because unlike the audience, they couldn’t see the Klingons planning beforehand. That’s fair. But then Ash Tyler shows up, and he’s revealed to be Voq - who was there! he knows what happened on that ship! - and eventually, he loses Voq’s consciousness but retains the guy’s memories. So Ash knows how the war started. Ash knows, or should know, that the Klingons on that ship were the instigators. Why wouldn’t he tell Starfleet before fucking off with L’Rell? He says he loves Michael, so why wouldn’t he want to set the record straight? And most importantly, why wasn’t Michael told any of this?! She’s been blaming herself for this whole war, she’s been suffering needlessly for it, let her fucking rest! Yeah, she was exonerated and accepted back into Starfleet, which is great, but it came across as “welp you basically cleaned up the mess of a war you started and saved Earth from annihilation, so I guess we’ll clear the slate for you.” It should have been more like “well given what we know now, we can say that you’re innocent of starting interstellar war; and as for the rest, stopping the destruction of Earth is a hell of a community service, so you know what? Welcome back.”

My point is, Michael Burnham has done nothing wrong, ever, in her life

Alright, at this point I think that about sums it up, and I’m tired of looking at this anyways because it’s been hours now, so uh, yeah. Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#star trek disco #star trek discovery #caps lock #death mention #violence mention #star trek discovery spoilers #star trek disco spoilers #long post #(like. really fucking long. this is not a drill)#anyway welcome to 'i love star trek - now let me tell you how i hate it'#a novel by me #star trek #i mean i guess this counts as #star trek discourse #sort of? idk man its more of a ramble than anything else #but i needed a place to put my complaints so here it is

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allnaturalsuga-blog · 7 years ago

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AU Prompt List

Please refer to my RULES PAGE before requesting.

Send requests into my ask box with which list you chose, the number, and the couple you’d like to see. (I only take BTS reqeusts, so either request a couple amongst the boys such as Sugakookie, Vmin, etc, or specifiy you want [Y/N] x member of your choice)

Dialogue Prompt List

(all prompts belong to their rightful owners.)

You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you.

Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)

You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man.

A little while ago the sirens would have scared him but now all he could feel was relief.

The evening sun is falling on their face and he thinks maybe, just maybe he is a little bit in love with them.

Emotions were difficult to control. Magic was difficult to control. But no one ever really taught me how to handle either of them. Not handling your emotions wasn’t the worst thing because everyone accepted high schoolers were testy. The magic was another story, however. Not being able to control that was a danger.

A bold traveler hires an introverted writer and/or photographer to accompany them on their adventures in order to document it.

A crisp chill settled into the air, signaling a change in weather and a change in myself. A new energy swirled in the skies. This was going to change everything.

i’m a prince/ss and you’re a servant and we’re not supposed to hang out but we’re gonna fall in love anyways (Requested w/ Namjin)

I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad

I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad

You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer

I spilled my drink down your shirt and then tried to drink it off you.

I used to be the best baker in the neighborhood but then you showed up at Mrs Appleby’s 80th birthday with a stack of brownies which almost gave me an orgasm my honor is at stake and I’m going all out for the next event

I can’t tell whether this is a date because you asked to see a movie but I’m still not sure you’re queer, and I’m toeing the line because maybe you’re just trying to make friends

You’re a dragon slayer, and I raise dragons. The king has invited us to his castle to plead in favor of our causes.

I just captured the ship you’re on and about to kill everyone on it, but you’re cute, I’ll keep you (Requested w/ Vmin)

I needed to kidnap you for a mission but don’t worry I won’t kill you, you’ll be staying with my family for a while

You’re the neighbor that keeps their curtains open, even when changing, and I can’t talk to you without blushing (Requested w/ Jimin)

we’ve been roomates for a few months now and I never see you at night except this time when I caught you dragging a body into the kitchen

you hired me to be the surprise stripper for your friend at this bachelor/bachelorette party and they did not take it well and threw both of us out in the freezing cold this is all your fault

“youre singing in our dorm shower, and i just want to let you know that you have a wonderful voice, also oops i’m naked.”

you showed up at my place in the middle of the night with bruises and blood and you won’t say what happened so I just lead you into the bathroom and clean you up

stop yelling ‘parkour’ when you scale fences and run across the road that’s dangerous and an incredibly inefficient detour so gET BACK HERE

your hands ache and your knuckles are bleeding after getting into another dumb fist fight so I’m gonna bandage them and then hold your hand for the whole day

I know you won’t get into any fights when I’m with you mainly because you’re scared I’ll get injured and because you know I’ll whoop your ass even worse if you even attempt to

you may be really reckless and you’re always getting in trouble but I know for sure that every morning you sneak out of bed and go outside to feed the neighbourhood cats

From birth we were rivals. Always competing, always striving to be better than one another. Our parents expected a fight. So I guess that’s why I was startled when we kissed for the first time.

I tore myself apart for you, bit by bit, only for you to go in the grave. I hope some part of me stays with you, wherever the hell you are.

Waves rolled lazily, almost a leisurely stroll in the midsummer day. Somewhere down on the beach, a severed head washed up on the shore.

The rainy morning, the fog, and the news of a murder swept the town in a panicked, subdued state.

A ruby studded crown sat upon scarlet tresses while crimson blood leaked out of delicate rosey lips.

You marry your spouse young. As the years pass, the spark fades. One day, an incident ocurrs, and it is revealed that your spouse has been leading a double life. When their two lives collide, you are plunged into the action. Your brains says that the lies and secrets definitely mean the end of your marriage, but, throughout the chaos that follows, your heart is falling in love all over again.

He wasn’t an assassin or hitman; his only job was to dispose of the bodies.

He wouldn’t stop doing chest compressions on the unmoving body. If he stopped pumping the heart, his own would cease to beat.

We revolved around him like planets around the sun. Without him, we would all separate, scattered amongst the stars. We didn’t know what to do when our sun started to die. And we definitely didn’t expect that the supernova he exploded into would destroy us all.

They visited each other in their dreams because during waking life, it was much too dangerous to be seen together.

From colorful ring pops to bedazzled matching class rings to elegant wedding rings (and more ring pops along the way), we were always tied together with those little circular bands.

Lost hikers who mutually think the other is a bear or other predator rustling about in the forest, readying to pounce. They’re relieved to see that each other is only a human. At least until they hear more rustling.

You and I were sent on a quest together by the king, but now we’re horribly lost, and I’m fairly certain this quest was just meant to kill us.

I’m an alchemist, and you’re my ever-so-patient assistant who finds me the random ingredients I ask for, I really need to find a way to thank you.

You’ve been my best friend for years, and I can tell you anything, right? Good, because I sort of stole a dragon egg.

He was clothed in billowing gold fabric and he shone like the sun.

For everything you gain, you lose something else.

I woke up and found you in the kitchen wearing my shirt and humming along to ‘beautiful soul’ and jfc i think i love your dumb ass

I’m a broke ass musician who plays in the subway station and you drop a couple of dollar in my instrument case whenever you walk by. You’re very cute and i always wink at you because i just want to acknowledge you somehow. One day you show up with two burgers and asks if i wanna eat with you because ‘you didn’t have any change tonight

We’re friends and decide it would be a good idea to get jobs as phone sex operators to make some money over the summer. I thought it was just gonna be shits and giggles but turns out you sound ridiculously hot when you’re talking to horny dudes over the phone and I’m 100% screwed i can barely stand to be in the same room as you when we’re working jfc

I’m pretty used to you disappearing on me for days at a time. I don’t mind it, I have my own work to keep myself busy. One night you show up seriously injured, insisting on not going to see a doctor so I have to stitch you up myself

When we met, you were a drug dealer. I was young and you wanted to take me to see the world. It’s the best year of my life, but eventually I get too scared of the shit you do. I leave when you needed me the most and you feel used. You spiral into drugs. We meet five years later, in a bathroom stall at some club and you’re high out of your mind. I take you home and help you get clean.

You’re a night owl, and your partner has never been able to quite make it to the wee hours with you. You don’t mind them nodding off- their prescence and their sleeping face make the stars dull, to you.

Your partner has been really overworking themselves to ace their finals. You hate seeing them so stressed, so you leave them little treats they love, make sure they’re taking care of themselves, and become their study partner. You know they’ve got this- you’ve just to convince them of that, too.

I still wake up most nights from the nightmares about the bombings and the war, but you’re always there to tell me I’m fine and safe

I’m behind you in line at the grocery store and all you have in your cart are three pints of really overpriced ice cream and a bottle of vodka. Are you okay do you need a hug?

You work for a drug cartel and I’m an FBI agent working undercover. After a while, I already have all the information I need, but I end up actually falling in love with you in the process, so I keep lying to my commander telling them I need more time. Eventually you find out and you have a gun pointed to my head and tears in your eyes.

She sat on the stone steps of the brownstone house, the cold rain slowly drenching her, but she still looked happy

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