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shypotato-translations · 4 years ago

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QTVW Chapter 18

Showbiz* Sexy Queen (V)

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When Mei Mu Lan finished her rendition of the scene, the 'audience' on the other side of the room still hadn't recovered from the scene that had just happened.

Mei Mu Lan smiled slightly shyly and said,

“It's my first time acting, I hope you won't be offended by my bad performance.”

The words pulled everyone back from the previous scene and the director slowed down to say,

“……Cut …… You truly portrayed the ruthlessness and fickleness of the character. No one knows if the agent is really in love with the man in uniform, but each and every one of us, can feel the realness and complexity of this cheongsam-clad woman.”

So saying, he suddenly sat down in his chair and asked with a broad grin,

“How about that, now that you've seen the results, are you satisfied? There is no one in the world who can perform better than her, so if you don't have any objections, then the role is finalized?”

The crowd immediately nodded vigorously and, having witnessed the facts with their own eyes, all unanimously agreed with the director's proposal.

Mei Mu Lan smiled lightly and retreated from the other side of the room, she returned to the waiting room, still sitting on the previous sofa, opposite Bai Jieying who was now picking up the letter paper and looking at it carefully.

Mei Mu Lan looked at her and suddenly remembered this incident in the plot.

As mentioned in the novel, Bai Jieying, with the help of the male lead, managed to get the supporting female role in 《The Burial Man》, and this role is the Republican agent that Mei Mu Lan is performing today, but now, according to Bai Jieying's costume, she should be running for the role of an undercover agent of another tomb raiding family.

It seems that after the failure of the character Mei Mu Lan to die in the novel's plot, the virtual time order automatically fixed the bug, and the first meeting between the male and female leads, which was scheduled for the funeral, was delayed a lot.

Another woman returned from her interview and the director's assistant outside shouted to those in the room,

“Bai Jieying, you're up next.”

Bai Jieying smiled and stomped on the toes of her shoes and said softly,

“Here we go.”

As she walked outside, she stuffed the letterhead into the envelope.

Mei Mu Lan propped her chin on her hand, her fingers playing with her long, curly hair.

She thought to herself: Since she had now been cast in the role, it was time to perform well. From the clips she had performed earlier, the supporting female character was a person with a demonic spirit on the surface and a cold heart, and she did not feel overwhelmed to perform such a role.

She recalls the plot of the novel: After Bai Jieying's performance, she didn't get the role of the supporting female character, but in the end the cast chose to have her perform it, the reason being that she took the initiative to go to the male lead in the novel and agreed to become his mistress. And on the third day, after they had slept together for one night, the character who was originally set to play the role, had an accident and fell ill, and Bai Jieying replaced her as the supporting female character.

Now with the whole plot being disrupted, I wonder what Bai Jieying will choose to do afterwards?

But the matter was not her concern for the moment, so she did not pay much attention to it.

Now that she has been selected as the supporting female character, she will be working on the set for about three months or so, and during that time she will find the opportunity to spend a lot of time with Ling Yi Yao. But that alone is not enough.

The villains are ruthless and the most important thing is sincerity and time.

But when the film is finished, they won't be able to see each other for a few months.

They won't continue to work together until another play starts shooting and she gets the lead role in 《Love in a Fallen City》.

Mei Mu Lan frowned and tapped her cheek with a long, slender finger.

Maybe she needs to move. She thought of it this way, the original owner had just graduated from university and retired from the school dormitory, if she didn't buy a house, she would have to live in Aunt Wen's villa for a long time, this way, she would disturb Aunt Wen's daily life, and Mei Mu Lan would feel embarrassed; most importantly, although she had plenty of time, she also had to plan every step and calculate carefully.

Taking various factors into consideration, Mei Mu Lan decided to move to the vicinity of Ling Yi Yao's house.

As mentioned in the plot, Ling Yi Yao will buy a flat in the newly built Jiangnan district in the suburbs in half a month's time, where she will live most of her free time afterwards.

With this in mind, Mei Mu Lan thought about the money for the house.

She recalled the memories of the original owner, who had performed in national and international folk performances when she was very young, and her mother had kept all the money from these performances in a passbook account, which she could collect when Mei Mu Lan became an adult. And the savings of these ten years are tallied up to be a considerable amount of money, which is expected to be able to buy the whole Jiangnan district.

Now that she had the location and the money, the next step was to buy and renovate the house when she had the time to do so.

Mei Mu Lan secretly thought about it, time passed quickly and in a short while, all the women present had finished their interviews.

And after everyone had waited for about half an hour, the director himself came over and told everyone the result of the casting, which was that Mei Mu Lan and another woman were chosen, while Bai Jieying was not chosen because her performance was too raw and dull.

After the director had finished speaking, the women in the room were all smiling and saying goodbye one after another.

The director said,

“You two are very good actors, so take your scripts today, go back and rest for the day, get your affairs in order, and meet me on set tomorrow morning at 7am, I'll arrange for two crew members to come and teach you about the set. Do you have any questions? If not, then let's call it a day.”

Both of them shook their heads, thanked him and left.

After bidding farewell to the director, Mei Mu Lan went to the set to see Ling Yi Yao, and after saying goodbye to Ling Yi Yao, who was wearing a gentle mask, she drove back to Aunt Wen's house.

Aunt Wen was sitting on the sofa in the living room, her head slightly raised, her long, warm eyes overflowing with despondency and pain.

She was covered in smoke and the ashtray on the coffee table was full of cigarette butts, so it was obvious that she had smoked a lot.

At this moment, when she saw that Mei Mu Lan had returned, she immediately extinguished the long cigarette between her fingers, she went to the floor-to-ceiling window, pulled back the curtain and opened the window.

Before coming over and standing a little further away from Mei Mu Lan, she said,

“Well? What are your next plans?”

Mei Mu Lan bent down to undo the lacing of her high heels, and when she heard this, she tilted her head slightly to look over.

Her figure was reflected in the bright sunlight outside, the curves of her pretty body on full display, the high-waisted, open cheongsam in motion, partly spread out to reveal the long, straight thighs inside.

With a big smile on her face, like a child begging for sweets, she said,

“I was selected and the director said to take a day off today and wait until tomorrow to learn more.”

Aunt Wen twisted the fingers holding the cigarette and she said in a hoarse voice,

“Well, you've been out all day, are you hungry? Auntie Wen has cooked for you, now go and warm up.”

With that, she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Mei Mu Lan changed out of her high heels and closed the door, she went back to her room first, washed the make-up off her face, took off her tight and provocative cheongsam and changed into her everyday casual clothes.

When she had changed, she sat down on the living room chair and in a few moments, three dishes and a soup were brought up and placed in front of her.

Mei Mu Lan finished her meal with graceful movements, wiped the corners of her mouth, and then said,

“Auntie Wen, do you have the bankbook my mother left me? I want to buy a house and move out.”

“clatter”, Auntie Wen's hands shattered the dishes by accident.

Mei Mu Lan frowned as she got up and walked over, picking up a broom dustpan and sweeping up the fragments, then she cocked her head and asked,

“Auntie Wen, are you hurt?”

Aunt Wen shook her head expressionlessly, her face much paler than usual, and with a trembling hand, she said,

“I've smoked too much and my hands are not steady. Sorry, sit down for a while, I'll look for your bankbook.”

Mei Mu Lan smiled and said,

“Next time smoke less, it's not good for your health.”

“Hmm, I know.”

When Mei Mu Lan got the bankbook, she immediately drove and went to Jiangnan District to reserve the house. After some formalities to buy the house, she went to the decorator's office and settled on a room to renovate the home and decorate in the style of the original owner's character, and she listed down the general renovation requirements.

The next thing to do is to discuss the details of the renovation, which can only be discussed in detail with the decorators when the renovation is official.

After all this, Mei Mu Lan was already a bit tired and after a quick wash and shower, she fell asleep.

The next day, she went to Ling Yi Yao and saw that she was busy acting in a scene from the script, so she sat and waited. On the way, she politely declined the director's offer to replace her with someone else to teach her, patiently and intently watching Ling Yi Yao's figure.

After waiting for more than an hour, Ling Yi Yao returned and Mei Mulan immediately picked up the thermos with green bean soup and handed it over.

Ling Yi Yao looked at her face without glancing at her, gave a gentle smile and said,

“How was it? What have you learnt?”

Mei Mu Lan shyly pursed her lips and said,

“You're a great actor! I didn't notice anything else but you.”

Ling Yi Yao's brow twitched: “……”

Mei Mu Lan handed over the thermos again, making its presence known, and said,

“Here's the green bean soup I made with love. You must be tired after acting for so long.”

Ling Yi Yao's expression stiffens: “……”

Mei Mu Lan forcefully put the thermos bottle in Ling Yi Yao's hand, then took out an unopened towel from the satchel on the recliner, tore open the bag and handed it.

Slowly and silently, Ling Yi Yao took the towel and then wiped the sweat stains on her face and the dust on her hands.

When Mei Mu Lan saw her finish wiping, she immediately took the towel back and put it in the bag she had just put it in, muttering under her breath,

“This is the towel with Ling Yi Yao's fragrant sweat on it, my 1024th collection, which I must keep until the sky and the earth fall apart and the sea dries up.”

Ling Yi Yao's hair stood on end: “……”

Ling Yi Yao's heart bursts into tears: “Help, there's a perverted fan here!”

Mei Mu Lan's heart is spilling over: “Help, Ling Yi Yao's sweat smells so good!”

#shypotato #yuri #transmigration #world hopping #QTVW18

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reeesea · 5 years ago

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Something Sweet: Part Three

~sweet beginnings~

one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

pairing: minsung, jisung/minho

warning: mild language

words: 2.5k ish

summary: sweet beginnings and small apartments, also Seungmin baby shows up

a/n: Im honestly just proud of myself for posting a third chapter woo!! lemme know if you read and enjoyed <3

also the spacing got wack trying to do the text convos, so hope the bold and non bold isn't too gross to look at. Minho and Jisung

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Minho wakes up to the sun streaming in through the thinly veiled curtains over his window. Thankfully he woke up to a minimal headache in spite of having gone out to the bar and an impromptu concert the night before. Rolling over in his small twin sized bed he reached for his phone to check the time and any potentially important notifications.

9:26 am

[ 2 new messages from Rich Boy Han Jisung ]

Minho finds himself smiling at the new messages from the boy that had stumbled upon him last night.

2:25 am

Youre right I do hear it all the time

but it sounds pretty sweet coming from you ;}

I'll tell J.One you thought he was amazing

9:28 am

Careful Han, your cockiness is showing

Jisungs’s cocky demeanor does nothing but make him more endearing to the older, but something gave Minho the impression that the boy already knew this. Not expecting a reply from the other this early in the morning, Minho stretched out of bed and made his way out of his small bedroom and quietly to the shared bathroom. Not a small feat in the old apartment shared by him and his roommates. Creaky floorboards, squeaky doors, and over all close proximity to each other makes being quietly courteous in the morning a frequent challenge for the boys.

The living room at the end of the small hallway was turned into a shared bedroom for Minho's two roommates. Felix’s mattress had gotten a bed frame from some trading website a few months back when he moved in. The makeshift wall of hung shower curtains and a fold out screen gave the boys the illusion of privacy between their respective sides of the room. Even though more times than not, Minho has come home to find the lanky brunette curled up in Felix's bed instead of on his designated couch.

Climbing over the piles of the boys’ clothes, Minho makes it to the bathroom without disturbing the other two. The two were still passed out from working their night shifts, draped over each other on the freckled boy’s bed. Neither showed signs of awakening any time in the morning hours. Minho showered quickly and changed in order to make his way out of the apartment and on his way to the studio to practice his Saturday away

Minho would have thought that the both of them would have remained in their university dorms for the summer, if they weren’t able to find apartments on their own. But, at some point after he had graduated, he had gained himself plus two of his underclassmen as roommates. He really couldn't complain though, it all made sense as all three of them were a part of the same dance studio, barely a block away, and all had reasons to be saving money. Paying a fraction of rent really helped with all that had to be saved in order to pay for school, studio fees, living, breathing, and most importantly audition fees.

As the summer had set in, so had the wave of audition opportunities for companies and crews. Felix had mentioned needing to prepare a video audition last week for a few entertainment companies in the area. Hyunjin was busy trying to save up his money to pay for the upcoming semesters at school to graduate like Minho had.

Entering the practice room and being welcomed by the distinctive scent of a dance studio was enough to bring Minho back to reality. Since graduating, he had been stuck in his thoughts about what to do with his future a lot. His childhood dreams of getting into the prestigious Yellow Wood Dance Academy seemed to slip farther away from him with every passing year. His audition tapes each year during university were almost always sent back, along with a ‘We are sorry to inform you…’

It’s not like Minho couldn't keep applying, but with every year the rejection stung a little bit more, and he wasn't sure if he would be able to take another blow. No matter how confident Minho acted about his looks, when it came to dancing his ego was glass fragile. His passion for dance sometimes felt like the only thing that kept him standing, but it had been a while since he had felt rewarded for his dedication. Even when his practically broken dream haunted him a little too much, focusing back to his craft really gave him a better grasp on reality. Making his way to the front of the room to plug in his phone to pick music, a new notification popped up.

[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

10:03am

dw dw its all fake i assure you, all just a ploy to get you to like me

What you up to on this fineee saturday mornin??

Hmmm wouldnt you like to know

i only tell boys i like so...

Minho smiled in spite of himself. Even over text the sparkly eyed boy was able to pull out and dust off his genuine smile. It had definitely been a while since Minho had found himself freely smiling, but here comes Han Jisung crash landing into his life, running amuck. After spending a moment debating whether or not just to tell the younger of his activities anyway, he came to the conclusion that mentioning dance would only result in more questions, and Minho really wasn't feeling like spilling his passions and dreams with the other already.

Haha i am only even more motivated now >:D

Dont strain yourself too much with that,

im just enjoying my saturday before my shift later.

Queuing up some music Minho migrated to the middle of the room to casually freestyle and warm up for the day. Allowing the music to flood his ears, movements to take over his limbs, and only his feet to remind him of where he was, Minho’s mind went blank as he began to relax and give up control of his body to the steady beats of the song.

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By the time Minho wrapped up his practice and was heading home the sun was already starting to settle on the lower half of the sky. Surprisingly the day had passed him by quickly. Spending the whole day grinding out a routine he had been recently working to perfect was not usually an overall fun time, but Minho found that he was able to keep his practice productive and enjoyable.

His smile throughout the day certainly had nothing to do with his breaks to text to Jisung. The casual banter between them felt natural, and the light conversation made him feel lighter on his feet as he moved across the floor. Even with the flirty nature of their introduction, their conversation never steered far from how anyone would expect two close friends to interact. Minho found himself smiling more throughout the day as he checked Jisung’s messages throughout the morning and afternoon.

12:25 pm

Also for the record my capacity to flirt is honestly quite unimpressive

I hope you aren’t talking to me for my stage charisma and charm

To sweep you off you feet, i may be a disappointment

Usually i'm just awkward, cant flirt, doesnt leave the house, Jisung

You almost tripped over your feet walking into the bar last night

Dw im not sure id want you to sweep me off my feet with that balance

You wound me ;--;

By talking to Jisung, he had somehow managed to satisfy all of Minho’s previous curiosities while sparking new ones. Even with Minho generally avoiding giving away his own personal interests and dreams, Jisung didn't hold those same reservations and filled their conversation with “fun facts” and lively stories. Jisung’s lively play by play of the bickering taking place between his group mates, now officially introduced as Chan and Changbin, had Minho giggling on the floor of the practice room. The way Jisung described everything brought it to life in ways that he hadn’t expected from a casual text conversation. The boy was definitely a great storyteller even just over type, and Minho found himself wondering if he would get to hear his endless stories in person.

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

3:36 pm

Youre one interesting man Lee Minho

Han, you know almost nothing about me

On the contrary I feel like I know a good amount

Youre name is Lee Minho

You work at the fancy restaurant Menu 98

You used to work at the bar we were at last night

You have a really beautiful smile

…

Are you quite done

Definitely not but if i start going off about how stunning your eyes are

you might block me

Which would be a shame please dont

What happened to awkward Jisung who cant flirt huh?

Minho returned to the small apartment to find Felix attempting to cook some ramen in the microscopic kitchen and Hyunjin sprawled across the couch watching some variety show. Felix was probably fueling up in order to spend the night gaming the weekend away before his work overtook his weekdays again. Hyunjin barely looked to be conscious but still managed to wave a greeting to Minho as he walked into the room.

“How’d practice go?”

“Pretty well. Finally was able to clean up that middle section I’ve been messing up.” Minho hurried into the other room to shower once again before heading to the restaurant for his evening shift.

“Oh glad to hear it.” Felix’s voice filtered in from his place by the stove that was shoved in a corner of the room, along with a fridge and a sink that barely classified it as a kitchen unit. None of the three were complaining, the stove heated up their ramen water and the fridge kept their milk cold, what more could they ask for?

“WAIT, did you talk to that guy at the bar last night???” Hyunjin’s loud voice carried from the couch through their thin walls allowing Minho to clearly hear even if his bedroom door was closed.

“Which one, Jinnie?? You gotta be more clear than that.” Minho had actually stacked up a few numbers from his night and received atleast ten free drinks from other patrons. Not too bad for the first night out, but of course the only phone number he had bothered messaging happened to be the one he had been texting all day.

“You know the one, the rapper one you left to go see perform.” Minho of course knew, but he wasn't gonna admit it to his roommate so easily, and just hummed in response eliciting a groan from the younger.

“If you haven’t, you so should. 3racha is all everyone from the bar is talking about. Their concert must have been a big deal or something.”

“WHAT, 3RACHA? You have got to be fucking kidding me.” Felix, apparently a fan, shuffles in with his ramen in hand to accompany the loud outburst.

“Hyung! One of them gave you their number?? They’re literally like the next big thing in the music scene. Which one of them was it?”

J.One, Han Jisung, the cute pink hoodie guy

“His name is Jisung I’m pretty sure.” Minho was very sure. “I didnt know they were such a big deal”

“J.One gave you his number? Damn hyung, you don't even know. They’ve been performing locally for years but their fan base has grown a ton in the last year. There’s rumors that they've signed with a company and are going to come out with something soon.” Felix continued spouting off information on the group to them, as Minho continued his routine of preparing for work at Menu 98.

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[Rich Boy Han Jisung]

4:35 pm

Looks like my roommate is a fan of you guys

We’re not talking the tall beautiful bartender from last night right

No that was Hyunjin, Felix is the fan

beautiful?

Ah atleast ill be on the good side of one of ur roomies

Yeah tall boy was pretty, but something about him made me think he didnt like me

I think it was his face, and his height

Most tall pretty boys dont take too well to a squirrel boy being in their territory ya know.

Whats not to like about a cute squirrel boy

Im sure he likes you and youre over thinking

If his two roommates like you, he’ll have to like you by association

Did Lee Minho just admit to liking me

Wow the development, less than 24 hours

We love to see it

Your ridiculous

I said nothing of the sort

Sure sure hyung

Gtg now, dinner shifts starting

Have fun at work!!!!

(wait can i call you hyung???)

Minho left him on read as he walked into the restaurant, already bustling with waiters and the changing of shifts for the dinner crowd. ‘Less than 24 hours’ and Minho was already admitting indirectly that he liked the boy he had only just properly met the night before. Stranger things have happened he supposed. Minho continued to surprise himself with this one though. He was not one to seek out friendships or relationships. Anything more than the very occasional one night stand, was practically void from Minho’s social life. Other than the people he had met through dance and his roommates, there were very few others that Minho had chosen to form any kind of relationship with. Even his co-workers were mostly just faces and names he had to remember in order to do his job well.

Well, expect Seungmin.

“You look awfully happy today, who spiked your coffee this morning?” Seungmin had been a newly inserted character in Minho’s life but they became fast friends after a few too many late night shifts without proper caffeination.

Seungmin had been a newly hired host at Menu 98, just the average polite university student with enough experience to get hired. When Minho met him they exchanged the basic pleasantries and thought that would be the end of that, until one fated closing shift. A certain, tipsy, entitled, rich, high class asshole of a customer had held up Minho’s section for much of the night. Minho found himself being bossed around and verbally berated throughout the night, trying to serve the women who appeared to never be satisfied with the food or service Minho was offering. By the end of the night, she was their last customer and Minho saw her to the front to pay. His customer service smile, strained and barely holding up, and the woman’s complaints, even while paying, had him wanting to drop all his pleasantries and curse her out as she waltzed out the door.

“What an absolute fucking pain in the ass of a woman”

Minho hadn’t thought he had said his thoughts aloud, but looked up to catch Seungmin, who had let the words come out in hushed tones as he held a sickening polite smile on his face. After that point the two had bonded over various pain in the ass customers and a mutual love for sarcastic backhanded insults. Minho's relationship with Seungmin was probably the closest thing to a friendship that the older had experienced in a while.

“No spiked coffee, sadly”

“Well something’s making your usual sad bitch face smile, so it's gotta be good. Hmm...Meet someone?” Seungmin’s signature puppy eyes were on full display, but not without the signature mischievous glint they always held.

“Well wouldn't you like to know Seungmo~ but me and my usually flawlessly beautiful face got to go charm our way into some extra tips.” Minho gave the boy a gentle pat on his head, that was met with a stubborn pout forming at the younger’s lips.

“You definitely met someone, you usually don't have this much self-confidence so early into the evening.” Minho did nothing but giggle at his comment and made his way to the back room to begin his shift.

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one ~ two ~ three ~ four ~ five ~ six ~ seven ~ eight ~ nine

#stray kids fic #stray kids #skz #skz fic #minsung #lee minho #han jisung #stray kids han #lee know #jisung #idk what to tag anymore

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jeongyunhoed · 5 years ago

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You’re traveling to another dimension It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity It is the middle ground between light and shadow, Between science and superstition It ties between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge This is the dimension of imagination

An ATEEZ Twilight Zone!AU (masterlist here)

A/N: I hope this lives up to the first two chapters! I hope this lives up to the rest of the chapters. I tried my best in this one, so I hope you all like it.

III. Midnight Voyage (Hongjoong)

It was an hour until midnight that a taxi pulled up in front of the harbor. Wind and fog swept into the place, the fog so thick it nearly covered the facility where the tickets were usually purchased. The driver got out of the car and opened the trunk to take out the luggage belonging to Kim Hongjoong and his wife. The two of them married at a young age after she was found to be pregnant with his child. Hongjoong, who was at the height of his success as a multi-award-winning music producer, proposed to her and they married shortly after.

It had been six years since they were married and yet, the atmosphere between them was as cold as the gusts of wind that hit them. “Well, we’re here, I can’t believe we’re finally doing this” His wife said excitedly, choosing to lighten the mood between them.

Hongjoong looked indifferent and reluctantly paid the taxi driver, following her into the building where they had to claim their tickets. Getting the tickets was hard enough, he thought, as when they were trying to book a trip, the travel agent seemed hesitant to give them the particular cruise that they were to board. But his wife had insisted, as the travel agent revealed to them that the ship they were to board, the Madame Butterfly, was a very old ship that had some historical significance that Hongjoong didn’t pay enough attention to find out about. If it were up to him, they would’ve been at the airport, but no, his wife wanted a few extra days on a ship.

“Are you two sure you want to ride the Madame Butterfly?” The travel agent who booked their trips was present, reluctantly giving them their tickets.

“Yes, can you please stop asking if we’re sure?” Hongjoong snapped, taking the tickets from the table.

“Oh don’t be so moody, we’re going on a long, overdue trip, and you’ll finally have some time to relax for once, please try and enjoy yourself” His wife nudged him as they took their leave, heading straight to the pier and watching the crew bring out the ramps and the stairs for them to board the ship.

“There is no time for me to relax, not when I have several people counting on me to produce the music that I’ve won awards for,” Hongjoong pointed out, his tone as cold as ever as they lugged their baggage towards the ramp.

“They will still be there when you get back, and you haven’t had a proper break ever since our son was born,” His wife snapped back at him.

“I’m sorry if I have to make the money otherwise how am I supposed to pay for our kid’s schooling?” Hongjoong argued.

“You have more than enough money, I also have money, that’s what being married is about, we have to work together, you seem to forget that we have to work together on that,” She countered. “Come on, let’s get on the boat and once we set sail, we should focus on having a good time, hmm?” She eyed him. Hongjoong said nothing and instead followed her.

The two of them skidded to a halt when an elderly couple stopped them. “Excuse me? Where are you two going?” The man asked them.

“We’re going to board the ship,” She said.

“Are you really?” The elderly woman, his wife, suddenly spoke.

“Yes, we are, we even have the tickets” Hongjoong held up his and his wife did the same.

“You must be mistaken, the Madame Butterfly has a special cruise tonight” The woman replied.

“It’s a private cruise-a private party!” The man’s voice was raised.

“This ship is old, my dears, it’s falling apart” The woman said.

“Then why would it still be going on its last cruise if it’s falling apart?” His wife asked.

“We’re saying that this cruise is not something you would like to go on” The man insisted. “Okay, we’re prepared to pay you twice the amount of money you paid for the tickets,” He took out a checkbook.

“No deal” His wife shook her head.

“Why not make it ten times the amount?” Hongjoong asked, with a brow raised.

The man stopped. “I...I don’t have that kind of money. But still! This is a private cruise and the ship is falling apart, you wouldn’t want to board her”

“And we’re going to be part of the cruise anyway, excuse us, come on, let’s board the ship” Hongjoong insisted, trying his hardest not to snap at the couple, nudging his wife to go ahead.

The Madame Butterfly indeed looked old, as if it was a ship that transported people back in time to the 1920s. Hongjoong and his wife were given strange looks by the crew that was present, and stern looks from the captain, whose name was Song Mingi, and perhaps the only other person who was around their age. Even when they were shown the safety procedures in case of an accident, the two of them were met with strange looks from their fellow passengers. It was as if they didn’t belong there, and it did feel like they were the odd ones out, but this was the ship they boarded and the cruise they took.

They were shown to their room that was in keeping with the entire motif of the ship, a bedroom straight out of a 1920s movie or scene. “This is a nice place, 1920s isn’t so much my kind of era, but the bed seems soft” His wife sat down on the edge, pulling her luggage closer while Hongjoong made a beeline for the closet to unpack and place some of his clothes in. “It’s like I’m back in time, back to those glamorous parties, the flappers, the jazz music” She lay down and sighed comfortably.

“A lot of elderly folks on this boat, huh, no wonder they like going on a cruise here” Hongjoong commented.

“This reminds them of a time close to when they were born, I guess” His wife replied, getting up to unpack her things as well. “Let’s go for cocktails in the bar.”

“You know I can’t handle my liquor” Hongjoong pointed out.

“That’s never stopped you before. Come on, just one drink and you can go back to whatever it is you plan on doing,” His wife shot him a glance. “You seem to forget I’m your wife, and I love you, and because I love you I will make sure you don’t overdo yourself with the alcohol.”

“I must’ve forgotten when you started acting like an overbearing caretaker” Hongjoong snapped.

His wife stared at him. “I hardly even see you anymore, I hardly ever get to talk to you anymore, and you try and throw that to my face? I’m trying to make this a good trip for both of us. Do you realize that we haven’t been away on vacation together at all? Has six years of marriage meant nothing to you?” She couldn’t believe what she heard from him. “Fine. If you insist, I’ll go grab a cocktail on my own,” and she stormed out the room, slamming the door behind her.

Hongjoong groaned and kicked his luggage to the side in frustration. She doesn’t understand, he thought to himself, getting ready to follow his wife.

He arrived at the ship’s bar several minutes later, having freshened up before following his wife. Hongjoong spotted her having tea with the elderly couple that tried to stop them from boarding the ship earlier. “Oh, we were just about to invite you two for tea but it seems like we didn’t need to when we saw her enter” The woman gestured to the vacant seat next to her husband.

“We must apologize for our first encounter,” The man spoke. “It’s just that the Madame Butterfly hasn’t had any new faces in 15 years. This is her last two-way cruise before she gets retired.”

“So all of these people-” His wife asked.

“Have been on here several times before, they’re now enjoying a farewell cruise of their own, the last hurrah before she turns in permanently if you will. That’s why there’s so many of us old people aboard,” The woman smiled as she drank her tea. “We’ve been married for over 50 years and counting.”

“And we have her to thank for keeping our love alive, hmm?” The man grinned, wrapping his arm around her.

Hongjoong and his wife didn’t dare look at each other. “I’m very envious. A lot of couples don’t last very long nowadays,” His wife suddenly said, and he could tell she was looking at him while she said it.

“...I already promised to go with you on this trip, didn’t I?” Hongjoong said.

“Well, I’m tired of asking for your time, I’m tired of having to ask to spend time with you when you and I both know very well that you’d rather be around your awards and trophies-”

Hongjoong slammed his fist on the table. “You don’t understand what it’s like working all day and all night trying to produce great music-”

“All day, all night, what’s the difference, you always say you’ll take some time off, you always say you’ll take a break for me, for our son, but you never do once you win another award at those year-end shows. It’s been like that for years since we got married and had our honeymoon, we’ve never even slept-” His wife stopped, realizing that they were quarreling in front of the couple. “I’m so sorry.”

“Now, now, you two have to enjoy yourselves, this is a time for romance, a time to value each other’s company now more than ever,” The woman tried to calm them both down.

“Yes, exactly. We’ve been thinking it over ever since the ship departed, and we realize that you won’t need to leave the ship after all” The man said.

Hongjoong and his wife stopped, turning back to them. “That’s-that’s a relief, and then we thought we probably had to swim back to the pier, we must be a long way away by now,” He said with a nervous chuckle.

“Oh no, no, no, I mean, we realized that everything is probably settled now, you know, after meeting with the captain, have you met him?” The man asked, and they shook their heads. “Ah, well, that might not be important, everything’s fine.”

“Wait, what do you mean by everything is settled?” Hongjoong asked.

The woman smiled. “What my husband is very inarticulately trying to say, is that you won’t need to die after all,” and she passed the platter of sandwiches towards them.

“...What?” Hongjoong and his wife looked completely taken aback.

“I said you won’t have to die after all” The woman repeated.

“She means, aboard the ship” The man spoke this time.

“They still don’t understand what we mean” The woman nudged her husband. “But surely you probably did, otherwise why else would you pick the Madame Butterfly.”

Hongjoong sat back. “I think I’ll get us drinks.”

“Good! I’ll have scotch” The man said.

“None of me thank you” The woman shook her head.

“Okay, what about you?” Hongjoong turned to his wife.

“None for me,” and he walked off. What did they mean about them not having to die after all? Hongjoong pondered on their words as he ordered the drinks at the bar, the elderly bartender giving him a strange look as well.

Hongjoong returned, overhearing his wife and the couple talking about what made the ship so special and how all the elderly couples on board were married for decades “It used to be a wedding barge for couples. Everyone was married when they went on a cruise on the Madame Butterfly,” The woman smiled upon recalling. “Of course, everyone was nervous but you can be sure that by the next morning, they’d be inseparable.”

“Love isn’t easy, and what is easy isn’t love” The man mused.

“Nowadays, I do have to agree, life is too fast-paced nowadays, you either keep up or get left behind, become obsolete, all of that,” The woman frowned.

“People don’t know how to relax anymore, take it slow, focus on what matters most,” The man sounded almost indignant.

Hongjoong glanced at his wife, who was getting teary-eyed. He was feeling uncomfortable with how their conversations have turned out. “I’m sorry, I was just very moved by what you said,” She told the man.

“Maybe you two should get some fresh air? The sea air should do you some good especially after the tension you two had earlier,” the woman suggested.

“That’s...a good idea, a very good idea” Hongjoong got up, helping his wife out of her chair and the two of them went out to the deck. What the couple told them seemed to strike a chord in him, only he couldn’t admit that it did. A gust of cold wind hit the ship, making the two of them close their coats and rub their shoulders.

“Go on, let me hear it, let me hear you blame me for this whole trip, for making you uncomfortable,” His wife said, looking out. She didn’t dare look at him, and he knew that she knew it.

Hongjoong turned to lean against the deck. “This ship, the more I’m here, the weirder I feel,” He said, looking down. “What did they mean about us dying? What’s that abou-” He looked up, and to his surprise, his wife had vanished.

Hongjoong felt his heart race, and he looked down onto the ocean. There was no sign of her anywhere. She couldn’t have jumped, otherwise he would have seen it, he thought. He hurried into the other parts of the deck, but to no avail. He suddenly saw the man and the woman come down from the tea room. “Hi, have you seen my wife?”

The man and the woman looked at each other and back at him. “What do you mean?” They asked.

“She’s gone, she’s gone and I don’t know where she is, she was next to me one moment and then she suddenly vanished and I don’t know, she couldn’t have jumped overboard” Hongjoong was trying to stay calm, but panic was evident in his voice.

“She’s probably just around here somewhere, she’ll turn up if you look hard enough” The woman advised, but Hongjoong had taken off.

He approached the nearest crew members in the billiard room. “Have you seen my wife? She’s young like I am” He asked.

“Sorry sir, we haven’t” They replied.

Hongjoong ran up and down the ship, checking the public rooms for a sign of his wife. How could she have disappeared and all so sudden? He stopped by the stairs to compose himself. He was getting worried. If anything happened to her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He closed his eyes, trying to think of where she might be. Knowing her, the last place she would be would be at their room, as it probably reminded her of how long it has been since they last got intimate with each other. He had been so caught up with his work that the gravity of her words only hit him just then. How he had all the time in the world to make music, yet he couldn’t find the time to be with his family. He hardly knew what his own son was up to. He buried his face in his hands, trying not to let his own emotions get the better of him. He wasn’t one to cry in public.

“Still couldn’t find her?”

Hongjoong looked up to see the man standing next to him. He shook his head. “I looked everywhere.”

“She’ll turn up. You look like you’re in need of a drink to calm your nerves, let’s go to the bar” The man guided him back into the tea room. “You’ve just been missing her” He glanced at Hongjoong as they sat down on the stools. “She’ll know you do, and it’s getting dark, she’ll be back in your arms tonight”

“To the Madame Butterfly!” One of the elderly men stood up, raising his glass. “May she always sail forever, even if she won’t be able to” He slurred the latter before taking a big drink and throwing his glass into the fireplace. The rest of them did the same except for Hongjoong, who still held onto his glass.

He looked at the wedding ring on his finger, and felt around his pockets for his phone. “Used to your phone ringing?” The man noticed him again.

Hongjoong nodded. “I realized that my wife was right. By now people at work would’ve been calling me, and when I told them I was going on a cruise, they surprisingly respected it.”

“Maybe because they knew you needed this, knew that you needed to focus on what mattered the most” The man gave him a knowing look.

“What matters most to me, I’ve neglected all this time, for years I’ve brushed it off. I learned that lesson the hard way” Hongjoong stared at his glass.

“It’s not too late, Mr. Kim Hongjoong,” The man smiled. “You still have time.”

Hongjoong returned to their room and opened the lights. He felt like another drink was needed to cope with the fact that he couldn’t find her. Yet there was something about what the old man said that he still had time. But how could he when his wife was gone?

“Hey handsome”

He whipped around to see his wife, standing in the doorway, wearing an old-fashioned nightgown. “The woman we talked to gave it to me, she said she wore it on their honeymoon years ago. How do I look?” She was smiling, turning around for him once.

A big smile appeared on his face. Overcome with emotion, Hongjoong went up to her, took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. He pulled away. “Where were you? I was looking all over for you?” He whispered against her lips.

“I was right here, Joong,” She whispered back and he kissed her again. “Are you okay?”

“I’ve never felt better” Hongjoong kissed her again and again, and rested his forehead on hers. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for being an asshole all these years. I was just so focused when things at work were going so well-”

“Shhh” She put a finger to his lips. “I get it, and I get you, I’ve always understood you”

“I want to make things right” Hongjoong kissed her again, more passionately than before. He took his phone out of his pocket. “Let’s not let this disturb us for the rest of the day” He put his phone on the side shelf and backed her into the bedroom, the two of them making up for lost time together.

There was a knock on the door the following night. Hongjoong and his wife were dressed to attend the party that was being held at the ballroom. “I’ll get it” He said, making his way to the door and opening it, only to stand back when he saw the captain holding a gun towards him. “Y-yes?” He said, putting his hands up.

“I’m sorry to say that you will be brought off this ship, please gather your things” He said.

“Is there a reason why-Did we do anything wrong?” Hongjoong kept backing away the more the captain stepped forward.

“No, not in the least. But your presence has reminded us, that while our journey is ending, yours is just beginning, and it’s with that reason that we decided that you two are to be brought off the ship” The captain replied.

Hongjoong noticed his nametag. “Captain Song Mingi, I-” He felt the engines stop. His wife appeared and backed away as well upon noticing the gun.

“There’s no time to explain, and if the couple you two were meeting with had explained to you sooner, I wouldn’t need to explain why I’m here with you,” Captain Song replied. “We have contacted the nearest coast guard, told them where you two will be, the boat is ready.”

“You still won’t tell us exactly why you plan on kicking us out of here?”

“That’s all the explanation you need”

They approached the deck, followed by the rest of the elderly passengers including the man and the woman. “There’s food, water, light, all the provisions you need in the boat. All that is left is for you to get in and we’ll be on our way” The captain told them, his tone a little calmer.

“But we haven’t done anything to you people” Hongjoong said, reluctantly getting up. “You don’t seem to understand-”

His wife turned to the woman, who gave her a knowing look. She turned back to her husband. “Joong, I think they do,” She said with a small smile, and he helped her up to get into the boat.

“You two still have time!” The man called out to them as they were lowered down onto the ocean.

“Be happy, be in love!” The woman said, and all of them waved goodbye as Hongjoong unhooked the boat from the ropes.

The waves crashed against their little boat as they watched the ship sail further into the ocean, getting enveloped by the thin layer of fog. Hongjoong turned to his wife. “Are you cold?” He asked, taking his jacket off.

She shook her head. “No, I’ve never felt so warm” She replied with a soft smile and he held her close.

They waited for their rescue, not knowing that the ship they once boarded, would vanish, along with the people on it.

#ateez #ateez fic #ateez scenarios #ateez au #hongjoong #kim hongjoong

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maggyme13 · 5 years ago

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Sugar (3/?)

AN: Here is my third chapter of my SugardaddyLoki AU:) I hope you like the Chapter for this week :)

Warnings: not really

Wordcount: around 1600

Masterlist

Sugar- Masterlist

Part 2

You had decided to bake some chocolate-apple-pie after your grandmothers recipe together with some Pasta and self made tomato-sauce, hoping the male would like the food.

The apartment had started to smell delicious, yourself nibbling on some bread Pietro had brought with him from his grocery shopping.

He had mentioned that Mr Laufeyson usually did not eat breakfast at the flat, but got something on his way. So you had needed to get your breakfast supplies, or your mornings would be hungry.

At least he had tea. A lot of tea and a lot of different kinds.

Now, the kitchen was stocked with every essential thing someone would need.

Food was finished around dinner time and you were just cleaning the kitchen of any evidence of your session, when the front-door opened.

You froze in anticipation and worry.

“Food is already here. Good. Please serve while I change into something different.”, the male called and not a second later you heard another door close.

Doing as asked, you plated your home-cooked meal and placed a dish where he had sat the day prior, you sitting down with your own serving in the same manor.

It did not take long for him to emerge again and join you at the large table.

“This looks quite good. Now it only has to taste as such.”, he mumbled, eyeing the food in front of him before taking a small bite.

You waited, anxious, for his reaction and could not suppress a smile when you saw him relax into the food.

He liked it.

“This – this is good. Where did you get it? I have to put it on Pietro´s list of shops to buy from.”, he asked you, already preparing the next bite.

“I made it.”, you whispered, awaiting his reaction.

You were not disappointed: His shewing stopped, his eyes wandering to look at you. He gulped the food he had in his mouth.

“You are telling me, that you cooked this meal yourself? How and Why?”

“I spoke with Pietro and he offered to get the ingredients, what he did. I found the utensils in the cupboards.”

“Well, that explains how, but not why.”

“I, I didn´t know what to get, and I like to cook. It is also cheaper-”, the last part was only a whisper, but he still heard it.

“I don´t think I need to have an eye on how much money I spend for food and take-outs.”

“I apologize Mr Laufeyson.”, you quickly added, averting your eyes.

“It is quite delicious.”, he continued, “Well done.”

Warmth spread through your veins upon hearing the males praise and you couldn´t suppress a shy smile.

“You may cook more often. Now, if you would excuse me, I have an early meeting tomorrow and therefore will go to bed now.”, he declared, already standing up.

“I- there is dessert.”, you quickly stated, “I mean- if you want. I can but it in the fridge. The pie might not taste as good as now, but still good.”

“You made pie?”, he mused, sitting down again, “What kind of pie.”

“Apple chocolate after my grandma´s recipe.”, you whispered.

He stayed silent and you took it as a sign to serve the desert. Gathering the used dishes, you placed them aside and got the pie out of the oven to plate it with some powdered sugar.

Mr Laufeyson looked at for a few second, before taking a very small piece onto his fork and eating it.

His face kept neutral, though he ate it all.

“As I said. I will be retreating for the night. Tomorrow morning the cleaning service will come to clean the apartment. Just as a heads-up. Have a good night.”

And with that, the man retreated to his quarters.

Well, better get the kitchen cleaned and then to bed.

Thanks to the fact that you had already cleaned most of the things after using them, the kitchen was spotless within ten minutes with the leftovers secured within the fridge. Labeled with the date you had cooked them.

It was nearly enough to feed one more person.

Shutting off the light, within the main area, you stepped into your bedroom, only to stop short; on your bed were four black boxes with silver ribbons.

Presents.

When did he get them in here? What is in there?

Slowly you approached your bed, letting your fingers brush over the soft fabric of the ribbons, once you were able to.

The boxes had the Ásgard´-logo imprinted into the top.

More clothes? But-

With gentle hands, you opened the first bow and then box.

Is that Lingerie? What does this mean?

Shocked, you lifted the first pair of clothes out of the box. It wasn´t lingerie as you first thought, it was a nightdress.

Does he expect me to wear this?

Quickly you opened the other boxes as well, and the next two contained a similar kind of clothing.

That was, until you opened the last box and a relieved sigh escaped your lungs. Your eyes fell onto some new shirts and boxer-shorts. First were made of extremely soft cotton, last were made of silk.

You just had to wear them, the leggings and shirt you had worn previously had been to warm for your liking and felt wrong to your skin beneath the covers.

Ready for bed, you placed the boxes into the walk-in. You would sort them away in the morning.

With your mobile phone charging and the alarm set for 6:30am, you closed your eyes to sleep.

You woke up with the alarm and decided it was a good day to start with a shower.

Dressed as casually as possible, you made your way to the kitchen area with still wet hair.

You were surprised to see Mr Laufeyson already sitting there. “Good morning.”, you mumbled.

“Good Morning. I did not thought I would see you this early.”, he greeted you in return, sipping on his tea.

“I am used to get up early to do work.”, you admitted, preparing your own breakfast with the stuff Pietro got you the day prior.

“I see. Pietro will drive me to work this morning. I have a conference call with some important people. After that he can drive you wherever you want. There is a credit card on the little table next to your door. It has an allowance of 10.000$ a week. I may allow you to use more, should I see it necessary and you ask me beforehand. You need to have your ID with you though. Otherwise the card will not be accepted.”

He spoke almost bored, like that sum of money were just peanuts.

“Ten-thousand a week?”,you stated with huge eyes.

“Not enough?”

“Too much. Tha- thats more than I made in four months working. Wha- what should I do with that much?”, you quickly explained.

“Buy what you want, as long as you don´t buy at the opponents shops. The cleaning crew will be working from 10 to 12am. See you sometime today.”, and with that, the sharp dressed man left.

Leaving you with no idea what you should do with your day.

Sighting, you grabbed the offered card and stared at it for a long time.

I could visit Bob and Monty, maybe get them some food or things they need. And then buy stuff for the shelter. At least I would do good with all this money.

You still did not want pity money and felt dirty accepting it.

Using your new phone (because you couldn´t find a pen and some paper to make notes), you wrote stuff you though you should get to not accidentally forget something.

It got rather long, and you hoped you would be able to get all this without renting a truck.

“And I need some reeeeeaally simple stuff to wear.”, you mumbled.

The ringing of your phone caught your attention. Pietro was calling you.

“Good Morning. How can I help you?”, you greeted him politely, just like you had done with your customers just a few days ago.

“(y/n), It´s Pietro. Boss said to call you once I am free. Soooo, I am free. Any idea what you want to do? I can drive you wherever you want.”, the young man´s voice came out of the speaker.

“Thank you, that would be nice. I have a few stops I would like to make- if that is not too much trouble.”, you smiled into the phone.

“Not at all, I would just be earning my money. I will be at the tower in the next ten minutes. If you want, you can wait in the lobby. I will come and get you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“No worries. See you in Ten.”, and with that the line went dead.

“Well .. then let´s get down there I guess.”, you mumbled, grabbing your phone and wallet, you got on your way down to the lobby.

It was rustling with live and you searched for a calmer area to wait for the blond young men.

You felt out of place and feared they would kick you out any second now, but instead, your phone rang again and you accepted Pietro´s call.

“I am up front. Are you ready to go?”

“I am coming out, give me a second.”

“Sure, it´s the black Dodge SUV.”

“Got it.”

Part 4

AN2.0 Well, Loki seemed to like her food. What do you think she will do with all the money?

REBLOGS and comments are appreciated, though any request of a SUGARDADDY looking for a Baby will be deleted… just like the last 30 in the first two parts…..

Thank you very much.

~MaggY

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wiz-witch · 5 years ago

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DuckTales 2k17 3x03: Double O Duck In You Only Crash Twice

"The Lost Harp of Mervana!" So fun fact: all I know about James Bond is from the Mythbusters episode, that Jimmy Neutron special, and Goldmember. And I haven’t seen either of those in over a decade. So let’s see how many references fly over my head.

Also this is my second viewing but I’m going to try to keep my commentary as if this is my first

“Dew-ble O Duck” Dewey, sweetie, I will pay you to stop

Wait her name is Red Feather? Boo

Obviously evil guy is obviously evil

“What are you doing?” Being a theater kid with middle child syndrome

...Wait, Ben can sing??

Okay, that was impressive

Yay foreshadowing

Dewey: “Oh fuck, he’s messing up, this was a bad plan”

Daw, Dewey calls him LP

Also I cannot get over the fact the glasses they were wearing in the released screenshots were VR glasses

Hey, it’s the Phantom Blot! I can’t wait until you do something cool this season

My favorite House of Mouse shorts were the ones with him (and one where Von Drake tried to take Mickey’s heart. Yup, the show had more influence on Epic Mickey than causing the company to get Oswald back)

Aw, he sad :(

“Am I a joke to you, lad?”

“Uncle McDee”?? :D :D :D

Webby is a bro, and Scrooge is everyone’s uncle

Ball pits are terrifying, and this just proves it

I love how Heron’s welding mask is built to compensate for her mask. It makes her look like a plague doctor

Yes, intruders in the very public Chuck E Cheese knock off. Geeze, got Magica working there, got Phantom Blot as the mascot, got a FOWL lair underneath... Frank? Why is there so much evil in the Chuck E Chee--oh, wait, never mind

Are we ever going to get the full intro with Della?

Yeah, his kids come here all the time, why are you surprised at this?

He’s asking the important questions

She didn’t want to answer because she made it

I love Whack a Mole. I had a home version even

That is such a mood. I hate being in public.

...Ouch. Those things are heavy

...That’s all.

That legitimately looked like something out of the Carmen Sandiego choose your own adventure

Wait, how did they even know the passcode in the first place? It’s not like they were given a briefing or anything

...what.

Dewey has the brain cell at the table

jlkajlkdajlkdsj SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME A REACTION GIF OF DEWEY SILENTLY GOING ‘WHAT?’ WHILE WATCHING THIS DISASTER

I love the cutting between the game and reality. I also love how Steelbeak felt the need to put on the glasses to beat them up

Webby, that is not how you hold a skee ball

Himbo versus... Is there a term for a himbo who’s an ass? Is it just “attractive idiot”?

...Did I just imply that Steelbeak is attractive? Ew

Webby was right, it is a trap!

Okay, as someone who’s been hit in the face a lot and wears glasses, those glasses should’ve broken from that

Oh my gods...

Aw, sad baby

Ooh, are these the guys I have beat up Huey in my FOWL fics?

Did Steelbeak spend too much time with Quackerjack or something?

...Okay, part of me is actually highly disturbed at the fact Steelbeak changed their clothes while they were unconscious

Ch-Ch-Ch-Chip and Dale! Rescue Rangers...

they play the f*cking theme song...

Daw, he helped them, and they helped in return

Oh snap

Webby is DoneTM

“This department has worked 322 days without an accident” I feel like that’s a facility record. Would be at my work

.......what.

I love how he didn’t know what the device did and knew it was a game and still sacrificed himself for Dewey. That’s adorable

Did you guys really get multiple lives in that game? Because it seemed kinda insta-lose

Also, are the glasses currently off or are they still seeing things differently than we are?

Oh, I think this is a direct Bond reference--it looks like something from Jet Fusion

Why is he British?

...Please give us our himbo back. Please. I will pay money for that.

Aw, he calls him Dewford now. I do not like this, please make it stop.

...was that English?

Me either

“Oh heavens, you don’t want them to think you don’t know what you’re doing” My constant monologue at work

that was epic

Why is he still wearing the glasses?

“They’re back?” Okay, those two words bring a lot of questions I want answers to

Huh. Guess I wrote the wrong triplet getting kidnapped by FOWL

#priorities

Scrooge... Sweetie...

I love how Webby keeps wanting to kill Funzos employees... Oh, what if all of them secretly are part of FOWL?

...Except Magica. Maybe she was hired so they could see if she was FOWL material

Oh, I wanna break that innocence so much...

....... [slams head on desk]

Okay, how could Launchpad hear Dewey clear as day, but Dewey can’t hear anything Launchpad is saying?

Aw, that fear on Dewey’s face when Launchpad crashed... Oh, what if unconsciously Dewey knows this is real now but hasn’t quite consciously processed that?

He’s Launchpad McQuack, that’s how.

Dewey is Done with this guy and is showing signs of being like his brother

Well that’s unnecessarily badass

How can you be so DoneTM when being tied up like that. Also why is he tied up up there

Boo, bad pun

No, “Me” was correct there

I’m sorry, is that just going to become their thing? Just casually coming into a scene to help rescue the Ducks and then leaving?

...Oh you are not doing this.

We were robbed of a hug

Okay, the subtitles say this is Dewey singing, but it doesn’t quite sound like his voice while his song earlier did. WTF

"Stop the evil conspiracy out to get us.” Hey, Launchpad, before you do this, PLEASE TELL HIM ABOUT FOWL SO SOMEONE KNOWS

Launchpad has ADHD and RSD

That was adorable. Dewey is a good kid. Reminds me of half my cousins, but a good kid

...Wait, wasn’t that shot in the original season 3 promo?

Dewey, why did you jump, that was really unnecessary

Well, there’s that hug I wanted

...what.

Because of a joke from a friend, I’m mentally retconning that line into “Huey’s going to freak when I tell him that I--we beat the game.”

Seriously, I love how it took him not being in an episode to not have a mild breakdown

I hate how realistic that is

Let’s see, one ball got him 2 tickets, and one quarter gave him 5 balls...so one quarter equals 10 tickets, which means a dollar equals 40 tickets... That comes out to 75 grand. Scrooge, wtf

I love how Dewey clearly is trying not to crack up

I’m sorry. I cannot get over the subtitles calling him “Suave-Pad”. Who on the crew came up with that.

Ooh, are they going to learn?

...I hate everything.

Scrooge’s reaction is mine

Well, that explains a lot

Okay, if she specializes in rays but Bradford doesn’t want more rays... Imagine them looking for fresh brain...

Shut up, I like hurting Huey, let me do so in peace until canon gives me the conspiracy theorist Huey hunting down FOWL I was promised

...Okay, that is the most terrifying thing this episode.

Me picking up pretty much anything in the house for the first four years of my sister’s life

So what’s next week? ["The Lost Harp of Mervana!"] ...ARNY MAERMADIDS NEAZXT WEK!

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theboyz-engup · 6 years ago

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To All The Boyz I’ve Loved Before; Letter Two

Summary-

It was wonderful what a few little letters could do; they could make or break a friendship, cause someone to laugh or smile, make someone remember the time of their life or that moment they wanted to forget. Just some words on paper and poof, everyone knew the way your heart beat and workings of your brain. High school really did wonders on you, as did those twelve boys. Maybe they didn’t know it, but they changed your whole life with each smile, each wave, and each word you typed into paper. You made them permanent, and now they had to know why.

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Fridays were Younghoon’s fan mail days. He’d go to his little P.O. box, open it up, and look for those few handwritten letters that got shipped there. He hardly got gifts anymore, having to tell his fans that those were distracting and the money could be used for other purposes- not that there was much you could give a model. Clothes and other objects he could get easily; but it was more handmade objects Younghoon coveted. He looked at the bracelet around his wrist, hearing the jangling of it as he walked down the steps to his home with a small stack of letters in his hands. It was his first fan gift, just a few metal charms his fanbase had pooled money together to make.

Though he wasn’t that big or important, just a pretty face, he appreciated everything he got. He hardly ever thought he deserved it. What business did a pretty face have in social media, influencing people and their thoughts and wants and needs? It made him feel sick sometimes, all of that pressure. He wondered why he ever took the job on his very bad days but then Fridays would roll around and he’d read these little messages and feel hopeful again. Handwritten things always made him happy: they were permanent and that meant he was permanent too.

“Morning,” he chimed at his high school friend, Jacob, who was visiting the city for the weekend. He’d come last night and crashed on Younghoon’s couch but now, he was bustling about and cleaning up. He liked to fuss. Hoon missed it.

“You should really at least try to wash your dishes after you use them, you know,” Jacob huffed, strapping on gloves to do it himself, “it’d really make the kitchen more inviting.”

Hoon chuckled, leaving his letters on the counter for a bit to go and make some tea before he started. “Why would I do that when I have you?”

Another huff, soft voice coming over the now running water. “Because I’m not always here, am I?”

A lecture ensued, his slight temper showing as soap splashed around and water touched the counter. It nearly got on his letters and Younghoon hissed, telling Jacob to calm down.

“C’mon man,” he frowned, grabbing at the letters and taking them away from the danger zone, “have some respect for these, please.”

His eyes skimmed over the envelopes, looking over which one he wanted to open first. Just as the timer for his kettle beeped, just as Jacob responded, he caught sight of the one he wanted: it was from his hometown. God, he missed that place.

“How many have you got this month?”

Tearing his gaze away for a moment, turning around and pouring water into his readied cup, Hoon shrugged. “I’m not sure. Twenty in total maybe?” A little smile creeped on his face as he slightly smugly turned to Cob and crooned, “I can count if you like.”

“Alright, slimeball,” Jacob chided, shaking his head and tilting his chin up, “just go read your letters and humble yourself.”

Younghoon chuckled, grabbing his cup and letters and walking to the couch. His laugh rose up when he felt water on his back, knowing Cob threw just a little at him in hopes of it ‘burning through’ his ego.

“Okay,” Hoon exhaled, stretching his legs out on the couch and relaxing into his seat. Plucking out the one from his hometown, his smile stayed on his face. Maybe it was someone who knew him from school? The idea faintly crossed his mind and he shook his head.

God no, he thought, that would be absolutely horrifying.

Reading the first line caused his stomach to drop.

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Dear Kim Younghoon,

I just want to start this off by saying that, even though you didn’t really know me in high school, you changed my life.

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Early November, 2014

“And I’m just supposed to believe that you, y/n y/l/n, is actually joining the play at your school?” Eric’s voice chimed through your headphones, voice entirely incredulous. You chuckled as you walked your way home, nodding your head though he couldn’t see you.

“Yes, Eric,” you drew the words out, slightly disappointed that your best friend doubted you, “and besides, I’m not even acting in it. I’m just doing stage crew. There’s nothing really special about it.”

Eric mocked you, mimicking your voice and repeating what you said before cutting out, exclaiming, “y/n! It is a big deal, stop acting like it isn’t. You’re finally getting out of your shell.”

“Isn’t that what high school’s all about?”

As you mumbled your words, you felt your cheeks get hot. Whenever Eric raised his voice, he was excited, and when he was excited, it was probably because he was happy or he was proud. Out of the two of you, he was always the more outgoing one. He introduced you to so many people and tried to force you into clubs which, admittedly, you would’ve enjoyed if you weren’t so stubborn. It was weird how, the second you were without your best friend as a crutch, you started to do things he would’ve done.

“I’m happy for you,” he decided to say. It caused your smile to grow a little wider just as home came into view. On days where the sun shone so brightly like this, where fall didn’t seem anywhere close to coming because you could just wear a sweater to school, you didn’t hate moving here. It was really pretty, though you missed your friends. Really, you missed Eric.

“Hey though,” you started, pulling out your keys from your pocket, “do you think your sister could drive you down or something? To come and see it?”

“Dunno. Why? You wouldn’t even be in it.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to give him the answer to that question so you just shrugged it off and talked about something else. Seemingly, you forgot to mention why you really joined the play. Amalia had roped you into it, even though you were interested yourself. She wanted to do some acting, looking all giddy as she saw her name on the list of final actors and actresses. Even though she was a minor role, she still squealed because she got to do one scene with the one, the only, Kim Younghoon.

He seemed to be the man who ran the school- figuratively at least. Anything he wore, other people showed up wearing. Anything he said was cool and hip. Throughout most of October, people ended up saying ‘sick’ instead of cool, or any chance they could without it sounding stupid (and even then). For a while, you didn’t particularly understand the hype either, your eye very much caught on another man; but then you came around.

Younghoon was really nice, actually. He made people smile just by being him, but he was also rather soft and would listen to people just complain on and on. One of his closest friends who ran the dance club would sometimes chatter on and on and he’d listen with a smile or a boisterous laugh. The best days were spent sitting in the cafeteria where he would orate the greatest stories, stringing them together with little stutters and giggles at his own jokes. He was impossible to ignore, and you doubted anyone wanted to, at least not for very long.

“Are you paying attention?” Eric asked, interrupting your chain of thought. Feeling bad, you didn’t answer, to which he sighed, “of course. Your head’s always in the clouds.”

“I’m sorry,” you crooned, getting into your home, giving your dog a quick kiss, and bounding up the stairs. You hardly noticed the extra pair of shoes at the door, only hearing the cheering from your brother’s room to let you know someone else was home.

Yelling a quick hello across the hall before slamming your door shut, leaving all the noise outside, you settled onto your bed. “Okay, now talk. I’m all ears.”

Shamefully, you spent half your time listening and the other half thinking of what it would be like to spend days after school with Amalia and Kim Younghoon.

I really hope this doesn’t come off as weird as I think this is, but really, I enjoyed seeing you everyday after school for those two months. It was kind of exciting and it filled a lot of my time, although I really should’ve been studying for the exams that were coming up in February.

I’m sure you must have noticed all those giggling girls in the halls and stuff, the way people blushed when they just looked at you. Does it ever make you uncomfortable that people only look at you just because you’re pretty? Do you ever want to be different? I notice how shy you get sometimes and it’s actually kind of eye-opening. Someone who has so much going for him still feeling so vulnerable and being humble made me feel more comfortable, I guess.

I’ve always felt really insecure and boxed in. I’ve always been that person with very few friends, the one nobody really noticed or cared about. While its’s not the same for you, I think I kind of understand you in a way. You’re constantly being looked at and sometimes, you just want to be alone- to be normal. I get that. I wish I was normal too.

Mid-November, 2014

Amalia was finding it hard to nail her lines down, practicing whenever she could. Seeing as you were stage crew, you didn’t really have much to do except paint some boxes for now. It was fun but most of the students helping out were older and you didn’t want to bother them with meaningless conversation. So, you just sat there and painted or sometimes skipped meetings to help Amalia cram backstage while the main actors pranced on stage and did their best to get into character. It was a fun routine you started to have, where you would practice and paint, then everyone got some dinner, and you came back and kept at it.

The time you had to rehearse was short, so meetings ran long. Sometimes, to practice his driving, your brother would pick you up. Other times, he’d complain and complain until your dad showed up (usually with a headache but always with a smile). You’d drive Amalia home and then onto your place to do some homework and then straight to bed. It was exhausting but you woke up everyday excited to go to school now. All you had to do was take away basketball practices and replace it with something that made you feel more involved. It made your year so much better.

Feeling invisible wasn’t fun but it did kind of have its perks. One day as you sat and painted, you listened to some of the older girls chatter about Younghoon.

“Did you hear that he got casted to a modelling agency?”

One of them gasped, lowering their voice and saying, “so that’s why he didn’t apply to universities! He’s already got a job.”

“I knew he’d go places.”

“Looks fade,” a senior said, mixing some paint. He looked disinterested in the conversation but also rather annoyed. You craned your neck a bit to look around the block you were detailing to look at the other two girls scoff.

“Sure, but you make a lot of money being a model.”

“No need to be bitter, Seungho.”

He bent over, dabbing the paint on before nodding and crouching to do his work. He didn’t say anything more. You only held back a little smile at the way the girls shut him down, and the way they seemed to disapprove of what he said. The door behind you clicked open but you didn’t turn to look, consumed by the conversation and your little project. The stars you were painting had to be just right for the final scene and you really didn’t want to mess it up.

“Well anyways, I wonder who he’s taking to prom,” one of them crooned wistfully, clearly not looking up either.

The other hummed, muttering, “it’d have to be one of those really pretty girls, like the ones everyone wants to be.”

“Who are we talking about?”

His voice made you drop your brush, coming from right behind you. The yellow streaked across the deep blue you made for the night sky. With a bit of a wince, you shakily ran your hands over the paint and tried to cover it up.

“Sorry, did I scare you?”

You had to somehow figure out how to put words together but you were genuinely stressed. You weren’t particularly working, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Kim Younghoon. You. His eyes. They absolutely sparkled. You were lost to the point that you could only shake your head, mumbling something close to, “no, the brush just slipped.”

His smile gave your heart a pump of electricity. As he straightened, he said, “well, sorry again. That seems like a lot of work to fix.”

“It’s nothing,” you somehow managed.

“Younghoon, what are you doing here?” One of the girls called, looking unimpressed with him. At that, he smiled, telling you good luck, and walked towards her. His mouth worked a million miles an hour, telling some dramatic story about how he wasn’t needed on stage because someone hurt themselves on stage. The person remained nameless and you remained unbothered, completely starstruck that the Kim Younghoon spoke to you.

“Are you here to paint or just to distract people?”

This Seungho guy was really in a bad mood. It made you a bit uneasy, looking at the way his mouth formed a straight line. Younghoon didn’t seem to pay it any mind, twirling around to look at him with a little smile on his face. He bent at the waist, giving a little flourish of his hand.

“I’m at your service, sweet Seungho,” he crooned, cheeky as ever as he lifted his head, “tell me, ringleader, what am I to do?”

This seemed to catch the guy off guard, his cheeks turning slightly red as he turned his head from the boy in front of him and back to his work. “I don- don’t know, mix paint or something. We don’t have enough people for the s-sets.”

“Yes, sir.” His fingers went up to his forehead for a salute, face straight for barely a second before a little giggle went through his teeth and lit up the room. You had to stop yourself from staring so obviously, noticing Hoon keep on chatting as he looked at brushes. You kept your head down and worked at the few stars you had left to start.You didn’t notice your ridiculous smile until he pointed it out.

He just slid in right beside you, a big platter with all the colours he thought fit into the night sky in his hand, unmixed of course. His shoes were much too pretty to be next to so much mess but you couldn’t bear to tell him that. You couldn’t think of anything to say really, other than the usual stutters.

“Wha-what are you d- doing? I- I-”

“I’m helping out,” he explained, light as ever, “just as Seungho commanded.”

He lifted the platter, holding it out to you. He seemed so kind, like his own heart was made of warm earth underneath a bright sun. As much as he flustered and overwhelmed you, he also made you feel slightly okay. Of course, your hands shook as you grasped the platter and managed a ‘thank you’. He only shrugged it off, dipping his brush in the white and grey paint you’d reserved for nicer detailing and starting on the board.

You really wanted him to stop so you could explain what the grey was for but he somehow understood. He filled in the outlines you made in pencil and hummed to himself, not really bothering you as you mixed the paint to fix your little mistake. It was weirdly silent outside of his singing but you didn’t mind it. He was doing really well and now, you could get some of the work done quicker. With a little smile, you thought of how Amalia would freak out if she was here.

“What’s the smile for?” he asked, not even looking at you. “You had the same one earlier. Good mood?”

You blinked once, then twice, and finally three times before realizing- he’s talking to me. With a shy shrug, you tried to hide the heat that rushed up your neck and filled your skin by withdrawing into your bones. “I guess so.”

He hummed, nodding passively. His eyebrows were scrunched together and suddenly his tongue came through his teeth, resting lightly on his lips as he focused on making the lines thin and straight. A giggle came from the back corner where those two girls were whispering to each other.

Mustering up enough courage and thinking it appropriate to ask, you found yourself inquiring, “where did you learn to paint so well?”

Younghoon’s eyes were bright as he looked at you, grounding you into place- into reality. He was one of those people who would give their whole attention to someone if they were making eye contact, like they were the only person he ever saw in his life. It scared you but also comforted you all at once. For a moment in time, you felt seen. It wasn’t until then that you realized you really needed that.

“It’s a fun story but kind of long.” He paused, voice quiet. You’d never heard it like this before, always seeing him in the most public of places in the busiest of times. Right then, he seemed so settled and warm, with a smile you could just dive into. Then he spoke again. “Are you up for it?”

You couldn’t help but nod, eager to mix paint and spend time side by side with the most coveted man in school. Without any intentions to pursue him, you still felt your heart swell.

I don’t want to be weird but, to me, you’re more than just a pretty face. You’re something more beyond that. On that day, I’m sure you didn’t mean to, but you made something in me really change. I did walk around stupidly for a day or two, boasting to Amalia only about the time we spent talking but that quickly died down until I realized- I feel different. I felt seen and it was nice to feel like someone saw me for even just a split second.

I think I realized I needed that and, while I can’t say it was my doing, I think I saw you changing a bit too. You became less extravagant with everyone and more relaxed. Your smile was looser after a while, like you really meant it. You really lived up to your ‘prince charming on the outside, total shy guy on the inside’ trope. It was nice seeing you change as the play went on, seeing you become just as soft and quiet with others as you were with me that one time. That’s what I remember you most for.

Late December, 2014

You were running down the halls, rushing with a bag full of paintbrushes and paint from the stockroom to the stage. There was a huge crash from the curtains falling (one of the stage crew members pulled a little too hard on the ropes) and half the sets got ruined in one go. Luckily, your stars weren’t caught in the mix but some of the other important ones were cut into and needed damage repair as soon as possible. While the upper-years brought the pieces into the painting room, you were tasked with getting the paint. Right now, it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.

The bag you were carrying was on the verge of ripping from the straps and you were clutching the ends, trying to sift through the people that were still hanging around past school hours.

“I promise you, man, I’m going to be famous,” you heard someone proclaim from down the hall, very serious and very loud. “I’m a good rapper. I can do it.”

“Keep dreaming, Sunwoo,” his friend seemed to laugh,” no one from this small town ever goes places.”

Just as a protest was to come through the other boy’s mouth, the two rounded the corner and walked right into you.

“Shit,” you whispered, watching paint bottles roll everywhere and brushes burst out like feathers from a pillow. One of the boys caught some in the air while the other stood shocked. You were immediately on the floor, picking up bottles and cans and praying none of them popped open.

“Are you okay?”

You didn’t bother responding, franticly picking everything you could up. The one who asked the question bent down to help but you only grabbed what he had and shoved it back into the bag. Hurrying, you nearly slipped on your way up but somehow managed to find stable ground and keep running.

��You forgot these brushes!” The boy called after you but you didn’t even stop. Though it wasn’t life and death, you didn’t want to disappoint. You wanted to be congratulated for something- anything. Running feet followed so closely behind you that they reached the art room just as you did. Turning around, a panting and rather red-faced boy stood in front of you. He was doubled over, hands on his knees and brushes splayed across his pants.

“Please,” he managed between wheezes, “I’m so out of shape, holy fu-”

“Thank you,” you interrupted, only reaching for the brushes. He dropped them in your palm and you nearly turned and walked away. Only, for a second, you thought it rude and breathed a slow, “are you okay?”

“Me?” His eyes were rounder than a doe’s and just as brown. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I lost a lung but just fine.”

“Sorry then.” Your words came with a frown but they were met with a smile as he straightened. With a shrug of his shoulders, he murmured that it was ‘no biggie’, turned away and you were fine to dash into the art room.

“There you are,” Seungho sighed in relief, coming over to you to grab the heavy bag. He took it from your shoulders with no problem, asking quietly, “was it too heavy to carry yourself?”

You shook your head, saying you were happy to help. His little smile was all you needed to feel glad of yourself and so, you got to work. Slowly, you were starting to get accustomed to being friends with the older students. They were friendly and spoke a lot so you didn’t have to. Most people would have been bothered by this but you didn’t mind. You liked to listen and learn and figure out who you wanted to be like. Right now, your idol was still Younghoon though. He seemed so careless and calm, even after the large scream that came through his mouth after the curtain nearly fell on him. He just brushed his hair back and laughed, though you could see his hands shaking as they rested on the back of his neck.

Mind on him and hands at work, you repaired what you could for the night before having to go home. It was the winter break in two days and everything major would have to be done after then. There simply wasn’t enough time to do it all and you could see how much it pained Seungho, who now had paint streaked across his face and on his favourite sweater.

“It’s going to dry like shit and I’m going to have to come in, on my break when I should be applying to universities, to do it. I just- I really can’t right now,” he mumbled, trailing off and talking to himself while the girls, Yuri and Jinah, giggled and shook their heads.

“Relax, psycho, it’ll work itself out.”

You had to say you agreed.

Deciding not to worry about it, you went home and let days of your break slip by uneventfully. You did gift exchanges, all under twenty dollars, with what little friends you managed to make in classes (mostly through Amalia) and spent time out; but most of the time, you were inside reading or doing puzzles or talking to Eric. He asked if you were coming back up to visit, but when you brought it up to your parents, they gave you very boring answers.

“The snow’s going to be too bad,” your dad said once, when the forecast had no tells of snow.

“I’m going to be too tired to drive back and we have no place to stay,” your mom said, giving you a sympathetic look and stroking your face. It only made you angrier and you threw the door to your bedroom shut after stomping up the stairs. Your brother texted you rather annoyingly after.

Haymond, 6:12 p.m: you’re so emo lately, when’s the eyeliner coming?

You knew he was just teasing and maybe trying to help you talk things out but it still made you want to scream. Days passed quickly and nights were forever and your only solace was knowing you could go back to practices and painting and seeing Amalia everyday. You felt so trapped in your house, you just wanted to get out and do something for once- to just feel like you were a person and not a vegetable. One of the best days was going into school to help the crew paint the remaining boards that needed fixing but even then, you still went to bed upset. You were only with Seungho (the girls were on vacation) and you heard nothing else other than shitty music and, once, an ask for a drink from the coffee shop across the street.

On your last day in, the longest day of all, you were just starting to get settled into bed. With a big smile, you were ready for tomorrow because it meant the play and Amalia and, of course, Younghoon. Pulling the blanket close to your neck, you snuggled in only to hear a loud pop- the ringer on your phone was still on. With a hum, you decided to ignore it. Whoever was texting you this late obviously didn’t care about the one night you were going to sleep early, and that was entirely disrespectful.

But then another pop came. Another. Three in a row, the vibration of your phone adding to how annoying the sound was. With a slight growl, you got out of your position in bed and crawled to the foot of it, snatching at the stupid device with its stupid sound from your desk.

“I’m going to kill whoever this is.” You swallowed the words, voice gruff and angry and stiff. Getting your eyes adjusted to the brightness hurt but the messages you read were really much more serious. They were all from Amalia, all in capital letters but most importantly, all about Younghoon.

He got casted as a model, and he was on a runway. He was no longer your town’s little secret and, for some reason, it made you sadder than you could understand.

It was stupid of me to be upset but I was. I really just wanted nobody else to know about you for some reason. In my head, you were an anchor of sorts. You showed me what it meant to be free- happy and funny and just so entirely yourself. I think that’s what I liked so much about you. You were, in a way, who I wanted to be.

While most people dream of being the person you give your heart to, I think my feelings are different. I admire you for the person you can be so purely. I want to be like that, to be seen for just being me. I think seeing you become a model made me sad because, on top of stuff happening at home and with friends, this made one more thing unattainable for me. I felt like maybe I lost a light, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You are just the same on a runway as you are at school.

Mid-January, 2015

It was the big day, right before all the end-of-term exams and right after the winter break. The perfect time to have an outing- something to help everyone destress. Except, for you, it was quite the opposite. You could feel the jitters all through your body, and it showed as you tried doing Amalia’s makeup in the backroom. All the other girls had gone to the hallway before the auditorium where there were large windows and lights that sparkled. This was where all the chatting, laughing, and waiting would be done; hands being squeezed for good luck and well-wishes being made as people ran in and out of the auditorium on stage. You and Amalia decided you were going to try your hands at your own makeup which was, for the most part, a horrible idea but that didn’t stop you two from laughing like crazy as you did so.

A knock on the door came and it opened just slightly so light from outside could be seen streaming across the floor from around the corner you two were in. A little voice came through, warning, “hey, guys, we have some pizza for everyone before the show. It starts in two hours so try and get ready as soon as possible so we can eat.”

“Okay!” called Amalia, diamonds suddenly in her eyes as excitement filled her skin, eyes flicking from the direction of the door to yours, “let’s go get food, we can finish this after.”

“You’ve got eyeliner streaked down your face,” you giggled, trying to use your thumb to rub at it but she only waved your hand away and got up from her seat. With a flick of her wrist, she’d caught your hand in hers and tugged you along and out the door.

“It’s an aesthetic now. Everyone’s just going to have to deal with it.”

Everyone did deal with it and well, you might add. Nobody batted an eye, going to eat the pizza and sitting around and chatting. Amalia and you sat around with the other, younger students and ate, happy to be left alone. The older students seemed to wander, some in couples or in groups or to take naps. You wondered how they could just drop dead at any second, slouched against a wall with a jacket over them but you didn’t question it.

“Hey, y/n,” Seungho hummed, coming over to you with a smile and a box of tissues, “before the show, if you have time, all the painters are going to meet in the art room for our own celebration. You’re welcome to come.”

“O-oh, thanks,” you mumbled, embarrassed to be singled out around so many freshman and sophomores, most of which whispered about Seungho behind his back. They hadn’t heard the nicest things about him but the extended invitation seemed to change their minds slightly.

“Maybe he is nice,” a shy girl named Shankeri mumbled, taking a piece of chocolate from her bag and eating it quietly. Her friends disagreed and a whole new conversation sparked up from there, leaving you out of their sights.

Amalia bumped your arm with her elbow, fixing you with a raised eyebrow and a hard look. “Do you think you’re going to go?”

“I should, I guess, but I don’t know,” you admitted, shrugging as you did so. Your eyes didn’t reach hers and she sighed.

“Y/n, you really need to start taking credit for what you do. You even went in on your break to help paint. That was you and Seungho, nobody else. You deserve to go to that more than you think you do. I don’t get why you sell yourself short sometimes. Go get your praise. You deserve it.”

She was very pointed when speaking, like a mother chiding her daughter. You didn’t quite know what to say so you just nodded, knowing she was right. Her hand rubbed small circles into your back, lips between her teeth as she chewed on them.

“I’m sorry if that was mean.”

You shook your head. “It wasn’t.”

A small pause came between you two. Then, she decided to pick up your empty plates and toss them in the garbage. Dusting off her hands as she came back, she had a smile she was pushing on her face. “Let’s finish our makeup, yeah?”

Another nod.

You spent your time trying to fix Amalia’s eyeliner very slowly but the light in the room wasn’t as good as you’d hoped. Resorting to sitting outside with the older girls, who were now rushing, you stood in front of your subject and blabbed words at her as you tried to focus. Only, hearing his voice made you lose focus so quickly.

“Does anyone want to try and do my makeup?” Younghoon sounded like he was pouting and, looking up at him, your suspicions were confirmed. He was walking down the hall towards you and Amalia, giving his few friends a hug as he spoke. “I think I did most of it at home but I’m always up for a little more highlight.”

“Oh, shut up, Younghoon,” Jinah laughed. The two of them had gotten closer over the few months. “You know you look good already.”

“Well then, maybe I’ll help with someone’s makeup instead,” he proclaimed, turning around and looking for a prospect.

Another laugh. “You can’t even hold a pen straight!”

“Hey,” he crooned, hand over his heart, “I take offence to that. The freshman I painted with would beg to differ ok- hey!”

Your head flicked up, eye contact made in a split second. His grin grew so wide, feet moving to come closer as he said, “see, she would know. We did the stars together and- and now, I’ll help her do makeup.”

“How gallant of you,” Seungho drawled, very obviously bored as he passed through. He also made eye contact with you, giving a little nod as he said, “ten minutes, okay?”

All you could do was copy, though you felt so frozen. It seemed like it was the only function your body knew how to do, hands clutched so tightly around the brushes and fingers shaking. All you could do was nod and watch as life happened: Younghoon coming over, Seungho walking away, Amalia nearly screaming because ‘freaking Kim Younghoon is doing my makeup. Mine!’ It was all so fast but, looking back on it, there wasn’t much you could do.

“Is it okay if I do the blush and stuff?” he asked, leaning in to look at the eyeliner you’d done. You gave a little squeak instead of a yes and he took it well, grabbing the right brush and powder.

“This liner looks really great by the way,” he added, giving you a smile. His voice was now softer and less extravagant. He wasn’t putting on a show anymore, he was just painting. You appreciated that, the stress in your muscles drifting away as you became less tense. You were finishing up Amalia’s right eye with heat on your cheeks, embarrassed and glad he noticed.

“T-thank you so much,” you hummed, trying not to look or sound ridiculous as you responded. There wasn’t much chatter after except for Amalia kicking at your shins, telling you to leave for the art room.

“Oh yeah,” you mumbled, not wanting to leave but knowing better. You needed your appreciation and it would be nice to give Amalia some alone time with Younghoon. “Thanks for the help, Younghoon.”

“No problem.” His eyes curled into little smiles themselves and you held the memory tight in your mind as you dashed away to the art room. You were going to be late but it was okay. Anything to spend a little more time with him.

Rounding the corner, you were nearly there. Your shoes slipped against the floor, water from the melted snow not exactly dry yet and it caused you to lose your grip. You tipped forwards, hands first to break your fall and a shout accompanying gravity.

“Hey, woah! Are you okay?” Footsteps ran towards you and you felt like you recognized them, straightening off the floor after your fall. Your elbows hurt.

Turning, you were faced with that wannabe famous rapper and you sighed, his round eyes showing too much concern for someone who hardly knew you. “M'fine, yeah.”

“Are you sure? That looked like a rough fall.”

You shrugged, not knowing what to say but knowing you had to go. You nearly set off but his voice stopped you, nervous laugh coming through. He ran a hand through his bangs, bringing them back to expose his forehead and giggling.

“Why are you laughing?”

He chuckled, shrugging and not knowing what to say. His mouth opened and closed, shoulders moving up and down before he decided on, “you just looked really stupid falling, I’m s- sorry.”

“Gee, thanks,” you grumbled, rubbing at your elbows as he tried to stop himself from giggling like a fool.

“It’s just, w- why are you always r-running?” He managed the question, though you couldn’t figure out how. He seemed to think you falling was way too funny.

“I’ve got places to be, I guess?”

“Very busy, I see,” he chimed, smile stretching across his lips. He seemed to be way too nice for a wannabe rapper but you didn’t mention it- not as he stretched out his hand and said, “I’m Sunwoo.”

You took it, thinking it extremely formal but deciding he wasn’t exactly normal. As you did so, you noticed the time written on the clock at the same moment you were about to say your name. “I’m… I’m going to be late, oh my god.”

Your hand was out of his in an instant and your feet took off again, dashing to the art room. You heard him call ‘um, bye?’ after you but you didn’t stop, not until you got to the art room and found Jinah, Yuri, and Seungho waiting for you. They all stopped their chattering, small pieces of cake on plates as you came in, sweating and out of breath.

“Cake?” Seungho asked, lifting up the last bit of cake. It was the biggest piece. With nothing really to say, you found yourself nodding again. This time, it came with a wide grin. The piece had ‘thank you’ written on it terribly with icing.

The rest of the night went by in a blur. There was the final huddle backstage with all the members of stage crew, art crew, and the actors all together. You and the art crew almost didn’t make it but you came just in time to be waved over by Amalia and Younghoon, who was still blotting makeup on her nose last minute. The whole crew yelled that ducks flew together as some sort of inspirational chant and, of course, the older students began cheering once it was over.

A taller girl with a loud voice shouted, “what team?” to which everyone screamed, “wildcats!” as an homage to a movie you hadn’t seen yet (Amalia gaped at you and asked you if you lived under a rock upon hearing you ask what wildcats meant). Then, the play started. Everyone acted and everyone did their bits. Your stars looked beautiful on the painted night sky. Seungho gave you a thumbs up from the wings across the stage, happiness filling his face.

“We make a great team, y/n,” Younghoon whispered to you just before he went on stage, a high-five given and a smile. You found out after that Amalia had told him your name, but in the moment, you thought he just knew it and it made your heart leap. Funny how someone saying your name could be such a sweet thing all of the sudden.

Then, suddenly, all those days and nights of work was over. Applause filled the auditorium and you, as well as the other three from the art crew, were cheered for as you bowed and moved back for the actors to come on and get clapped for. It was such a fulfilling day and you thought that maybe, it couldn’t get any better than this.

As everyone was packing up, saying goodbye and taking pictures and crying because it was over, you went to go find your clothes and phone. You knew your parents didn’t come but figured maybe Haymond came to pick you up. What you were faced with was even better.

Eric was standing just in front of the door to the girl’s backroom, eyes on his phone. You didn’t even need to say his name. It was going to give him a big scare but you just ran up and threw your arms around his neck. Your best friend’s laugh and hug back was worth it.

“You came!”

He shrugged as you pulled away, giving you a big grin and saying, “we had to see each other eventually.”

You were glad it was that night. You missed your friend terribly and had so much to say to him- so many stories to tell as you introduced him to Amalia and everyone you could. Before you left with Eric and Haymond, Younghoon gave you a wave. It was a memory you wanted to keep, and one you did for a very long time. The whole night was painted with gold, all the stress and disappointment of the holidays dissipating as chatter filled your ears and happiness filled your heart.

I think, the only thing I have left to say is thank you. I’ve been saying it the whole way through but, maybe having all these experiences really did change me. I can feel it coming everyday. I wake up and I try to care a little less about what people think of me, though it gets kind of hard to not want people’s approval. I hope to, one day, become someone who’s good enough for me. Though you didn’t really do anything right to me, your presence was enough to make me understand that I needed better for me; and so, I want to say that I hope everything goes well for you.

You deserve all the smiles, love, and happiness that you put out into the world. Thank you for making me want to be someone I like. I hope you like you too.

From, y/n y/l/n, on January 17th, 2015

“Are you crying?” Jacob looked genuinely concerned, coming over from the dishes with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. Younghoon hissed, turning his head a bit and blinking to hide it all.

“No.”

Jacob laughed, wanting to grab at the letter to see what was written but Hoon pulled it in, shaking his head. “No, you can’t. That’s personal. Stays between me and the fans.”

Jacob only hummed, nodding along but thinking it completely ridiculous and Hoon knew it. “Well, I’m sure the intention wasn’t to make you cry.”

“Definitely not,” Younghoon mumbled, fidgeting with the pages. He didn’t understand why you sent this now, years after you felt all this. What the point was, he didn’t know, but he was glad to read it. Whether or not you still felt this way about him didn’t matter. He was just glad to know that he could do something- anything- for someone. He never wanted to be the bad guy in anyone’s story and somehow, reading this, reassured him he wasn’t all bad. Even on the days he didn’t like himself, someone did for him. That meant something to him.

With a little sniff, he folded the letter up and kept it safe. Maybe he’d write a letter back just to check in on you, see if you did end up becoming someone you liked. The last sentence of the letter stuck with him more than he cared to admit and, as he sat, he thought.

“Hey Jacob?” His voice was small, and his friend’s hardly made a sound. The television sound ran higher but Hoon knew he had the attention of his friend.

“Do you think I’ve become someone you like?”

Jacob blinked, taking his eyes from the screen. His brain seemed to compute the words a little slower than usual and Younghoon began to sweat a bit, waiting for the response.

“Yeah,” his friend said lightly, furrowing his eyebrows, “don’t you?”

With a little smile, he went over to sit beside Jacob, trading the letter for his tea for the moment. He nodded, thinking about it for a beat before deciding, “yeah. Yeah, I think so too.”

Jacob gave him a smile, shifting only to get comfortable and together, they wasted time together with some movies, a drink, and a warm feeling in their chests.

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obviouslyelementary · 7 years ago

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BATIM - chapter 1

This fanfic comes from my theories plus my ships so yeah. Sorry if its weird. No ships will probably happen though but they will be... implied.

Enjoy!

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“Listen here, Joey, I can’t okay?! I just... I can’t deal with this routine anymore”

“What?! We have been doing this for six months! Henry, listen, I know you are working a lot now, but as soon as everything goes live and we receive our income, we will hire more and more artists and you will only tell them what to do!”

“Like you do to me now, Joey? No, I don’t want this. When we agreed to start this studio, we said we would work in teams. All you do is drink and daydream about stupid things. I made Bendy up, I created his crew, I drew them all for you! Alice, Boris, The Butcher Gang, all the rest of the special characters! But all you do is demand more and more and I don’t have time to myself! I barely see Linda anymore because you keep stealing my time with her and she is pregnant! I have to have income and all you worry about is doing more and more! We have been this six months giving and giving money and not receiving anything back!”

“Henry, our cartoons are just airing! The toys are already selling! We have a whole team working on that!”

“A team?! You mean Shawn messing up with the fucking toys and Norman taking more time in the breaking rooms than fixing the tapes! Besides, you hired yet another voice actress to Alice and yet her toys haven’t started selling! Your marketing is horrible and Grant can’t stop complaining about how little money we have left!”

“Y-you can’t give up now Henry! We are starting to take off! We must persist! We must b-”

“I swear... that if you say ‘believe’ I will rip your face off”

The two partners stayed quiet, staring at each other. Joey’s exasperated face slowly darkened.

“Fine. Leave then. We don’t need you” he said, firmly, and Henry took a second before he nodded.

“Wonderful. Goodbye, Joey. Good luck” he mumbled and grabbed his already organized box. He walked out of his room, slowly, not looking back, stopping at the door as he opened it, all of his coworkers and employees standing in front of it.

“A-are you really leaving us, Henry?” Susie mumbled, shakily, and Henry looked at them all slowly, sighing and nodding.

“Yeah” he said and smiled sadly. “I will miss you guys. We all had a blast together. But I have to find a real job and have a nice family with Linda, yeah?” he talked and walked through the crowd before he stopped and turned to them. “And... if anyone of you even care at this point... take care of Joey please. Don’t let him ruin himself, or you”

The whole crew nodded.

Henry smiled and walked to the door, sighing and looking at the posters around the walls. At the last one, he touched Bendy’s face and smiled.

“I will never forget you buddy” he whispered, and then walked out of the door, out of the studio.

The light of day shone on him like a great relief.

Back inside the studio, Joey walked out of Henry’s room, his smile as wide as always, but clearly forced.

“So, what now boss?” Sammy asked, raising his eyebrow and crossing his arms. “Our last hope for this shitty studio to grow just left”

“Yes, and our debut Halloween special is just next week” Norman added, showing off the tape on his hand.

Joey laughed to them and winked.

“It will all be fine. Now we need to finish and wrap up everything for this special. All the drawings are done so let us continue everything and finish it by tomorrow! Susie, you come with me and Sammy to your next recordings. Norman, up to your booth. Grant, go check our bank for our top secret project. Wally... just keep cleaning I guess. Shawn, back to the toys. I want skeletons as soon as possible. Thomas, take care of those pipes” he said and nodded. “Everyone to your posts! We have no time to lose!”

“Yeah. We already lost anyway” Sammy mumbled and rolled his eyes, making Norman snort and turn around, walking away as the others scattered around the studio.

Joey watched all of them quietly, and then looked back at Henry’s room. He frowned and closed the door behind himself. One day, one day, Henry would regret leaving.

One day.

“Hey. Norman”

The projectionist looked over from his projector, raising his eyebrow at Sammy, who walked in slowly, slapping his suspenders against his chest.

“Yes, Sammy?” he asked slowly, leaning against the wall as the spooky cartoon was projected over the band booth. Sammy hummed and sat on Norman’s chair, watching him for a bit before tilting his head.

“Henry left a month ago”

Norman kept his face.

“Yes. So?”

“And the only cartoon we see showing around these halls is this spooky cartoon, even though Joey said we could easily continue our work with the drawings Henry had already done”

“Yes... what is your point?”

“My point” Sammy started, standing up and walking closer to Norman, cornering the taller man against the wall “is that Joey is extremely worried about this project of his, this top secret project, and he hasn’t started to take care of what is really important, our money”

Norman hummed.

“I see... go on”

“He is building another floor. One very, very deep. Rumors say it will have an elevator to reach it. It will be just under Shawn’s toy department” he said slowly, and Norman leaned closer, suddenly interested. “He is spending more and more money with this... upgrade... and we are buying it Norman! We have been locked in this place for what? Weeks? And he keeps saying that more will come, that this project will change everything... and yet we can’t know about it?”

“And there is also that new girl... Allison?” Norman continued, and Sammy nodded. “Weirds...”

“We keep hiring more and more people and we aren’t getting anything back. The man is insane. And yet... we stay. Why?” he asked, and Norman raised his eyebrow again. “I think he might have put a spell on us, Norm”

“Spell?” Norman chuckled. “Now you sounds insane”

“No. No I don’t. I can show you buddy, come on” he said, waving his hand and walking out of the booth. Norman frowned but soon followed, confused and slightly, just slightly scared.

They walked together through the several hallways of the music department, looking around and following a long way. After walking for a while, they reached a hallway blocked away with planks. From one small hole though, Sammy pointed to the room behind it.

Norman looked at him, and then leaned down, checking what laid behind the planks.

His eyes widened immediately and he pulled away, looking at Sammy, hands trembling.

“T-this... is not goods...” he mumbled and Sammy nodded, frowning.

“No. We need to investigate”

“Quickly”

“Awn fucking damn it!” Thomas growled as he tried to fix another pipe, the result being his face and overalls drenched in ink. “Why the heck has Mister Drew built these pipes?!”

“I wonder that all the time” Wally mumbled as he walked behind Thomas, scrubbing the floor and sighing deeply. “I have never worked so much for so little salary”

“No kidding” Thomas mumbled and grabbed another screw, trying to screw the pipes together to make the ink stop flowing. Soon, there was a pool of ink under him but the pipe was finally screwed together. “Finally!”

“I need more cloths...” Wally mumbled, sighing and holding up the drenched cloth he used to clean the floor. “I hate working here”

“Me too buddy” the repairman mumbled and then looked at Wally, smiling and slapping his shoulder gently. “But hey, think positive! Soon this crap place will be completely abandoned and we can move on! Now come on! We can grab some coffee upstairs!”

“Yeah” Wally said, a little more optimistic, walking after Thomas and leaving the pool of ink there on the floor. Both friends walked upstairs to the crew room, sitting down and grabbing some coffee. In one of the tables, Shawn seemed focused drawing on a Bendy plushie.

“Hey there Shawn” Wally said, smiling, and the painter looked up at him, giving him a grin.

“Heyya! How you boys doin’?” he asked, happily, and the two shrugged, making him laugh. “Yeh, tirin’ day, I agree” he said and looked back down at his plushie. “But good, in the end!”

“Yes, unless you are drenched in ink” Thomas mumbled and sighed, sipping on his coffee calmly. Shawn looked at him and shrugged while Wally chuckled.

“Sus-”

“Shut up”

Allison flinched at that, staring down at her feet while she thought of something to say.

“I’m so-”

“Shut up”

She sighed, looking at Susie. She was staring right into the wall, face mean and angry.

Allison had never meant to get Susie’s part. Joey hadn’t even told her they already had someone else who had tried out.

Besides, this whole ordeal was starting to scare her and she wanted out. She wouldn’t care less if Susie got the part for Alice.

Allison looked away towards the toys in the corner. She smiled, reaching for a Bendy toy and squeezing it, watching as it squeaked. At least she had some comfort in the toy department. It looked like the less scary part of that dark studio.

Probably because Shawn was a very nice guy and always made sure to make her smile with his jokes.

She giggled softly as she thought of him, and then blushed, looking down again and biting her lip.

Next to her, Susie seemed apathetic.

She sighed.

This was worst than hell.

“Ten thousand, Joey?!” Grant screamed at the owner of the studio, eyes wide. “Are you crazy?! Completely mental?! We didn’t receive even the double of that money for our last cartoon, we have nothing guaranteed for the next month, and you want to spend all of that in a crazy project?!”

“Yes, of course” Joey said, smiling widely. “Henry prepared everything! All we need to do is build it up and we will be unstoppable!”

“Unstoppable because we will already be stopped!” Grant growled. “I am not allowing this, Joey! Henry was right, you are insane!”

“I am not” Joey growled back, suddenly becoming was darker and meaner than ever. Grant’s eyes widened and he stepped back. “If you don’t authorize this, I will close you in this place and you will never get out, I swear!”

“Joey... you are crazy...” he mumbled and Joey smirked, almost maniacally.

“No... I am finally sane. And I see all, all possibilities and all paths. My mind is finally clear since that useless boy left. Now, I can achieve my full potential” he smirked and held Grant’s coat. “And you will help me!”

Grant swallowed thickly.

There was no way of saying no.

He was too crazy.

They were screwed.

#batim #bendy and the ink machine #batim fanfic #sammy lawrence #thomas connor #joey drew #henry #allison pendel #susie campbell #wally franks #norman polk #shawn flynn #bendy #alice angel #boris #fanfic #my fanfic

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bananashemmo · 8 years ago

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When We Collide (Part 19)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

When We Collide on Wattpad

“She asked you to be their fake surrogate? For fun? I’m sorry but was she dropped as a baby because the lack of brain cells and situation awareness are concerning!”

The conversation had been serious until now. Nicole’s frustration was almost bigger than yours and it was the reason why you couldn’t keep a straight face. She almost hated Holly more than you did.

“How do you even bother to be their assistant…” She shook her head in disbelief and glanced over at Luke and Holly talking by his director chair, a script in their hands and their faces serious.

“I think with everything I go through I’m able to take on the world.” You giggled and moved away from leaning against the wall to look more productive than you had done before.

The studio was packed today as usual. People were at the dressing rooms running around and preparing actors for the scenes, Luke was sitting in his chair and yelling when things wouldn’t go correct or if a scene had become just like he wanted it to be.

Nicole was here as usual standing with her little tray to serve food. You sometimes thought her work was worse than yours, at least you didn’t have to walk around and fed other with delicious food you weren’t allowed to touch.

“Hey!” She almost scolded when you stole one of the strawberries from the silver tray, “Those are for the actors.”

“With all the secrets I have I think I’d become a much better actress than assistant.” You winked and chewed until the strawberry was gone and she couldn’t take it away from you.

“When will you announce anything?” She asked with a curious expression and her eyes adverted down to your stomach.

“I mean look at you. You’re glowing.”

You giggled by her words and rubbed your hand up and down the bump. It had become bigger than the last time you had checked, it was growing every single day you almost felt you couldn’t catch up.

People had been complimenting you wherever you went. People at the office were pretty surprised but it couldn’t compare to your old college friends.

It wasn’t that you had been paying them a visit but you had met some on the streets a few days ago. They were pretty shocked, they didn’t know what to say other than the fact you looked much older than you had did in college.

Weirdly enough you felt the change. You weren’t such a mess like you had been before, you were starting to have a change of thoughts and parties weren’t on the top of your head any longer.

You weren’t the one to walk around and be completely fucked up in a bush. You knew it was something you missed a little bit but still you didn’t feel like it was something you needed in your life right now.

Give the baby the blame but it was starting to make you change, not just in the way your attitude was but also the clothes were starting to become tight.

You sooner than later had to buy new clothes. Everything was sitting so tight now and with your boobs starting to grow as well you knew you would have to raise the cups in your bras sooner than later.

It was a budget that was a bit hard to take over and you didn’t want to ask for money. You couldn’t just call home and say you needed money for clothes, you hadn’t even announced the news that you were pregnant.

You didn’t see any reason to tell them. When they didn’t even give effort to ask and hear if you were okay you didn’t see any reason to start explaining the change of your life.

Besides, you also wanted to avoid the topic of who the father was gonna be.

“Considering you can’t hide it anymore, how will you tell everyone?” Nicole asked and you furrowed your eyebrows.

“I mean, some day you have to tell people that you’re pregnant. As it is so obvious now you can’t really say you ate too many pizzas down by Rosalie.”

She was referring to the pizza place your dorm was above. It was the place you always visited on Sundays with hangovers, you could almost name a pizza after you because it was the one you always ordered and there was always a special ingredient on top.

“I think it’s just easier if people have the guts to ask me.” You shrugged, you hadn’t really thought about it. You knew people were thinking about it but some were too afraid to come up and ask if it was true.

“But what about Luke? Will he ever announce that he’s the father?” You could tell she was curious, she was having one eyebrow quivered but she didn’t want to trigger you.

“If you ask Luke he’s not the father.” You quickly answered and crossed your arms.

“I don’t get him! One moment he acts like he’s all over me and makes sure that everything is alright with the baby and another moment he’s the biggest ass I’ve ever met and doesn’t want to have a single thing to do with it. I know it’s a big change in his life but sometimes he acts like he’s the only one going through it but I’m here too. And I’ll be affected more because he can leave easily and I can’t. Not that I want to. I’d never leave my baby behind.”

Nicole nodded her head in agreement and understood your frustration.

It was confusing as hell. You knew he also had a lot on his mind when it came to Holly but you just wished for a little bit sympathy that wasn’t just fake.

“Holly is just more important to him than you are.” She shrugged her shoulder and watched them talk.

“I’ve never been important to Luke.” You replied in a soft tone, feeling a frown spread on your face.

She looked over at you with the exact sympathetic smile you had been searching for, for a while. She wrapped you up quickly but also had to leave because she was at work after all and not really allowed to speak to you between breaks.

“We’ll talk later okay. We’ll go get some coffee or something. Hot chocolate for the mommy.” She added the last bit just to show that she knew you weren’t allowed to drink the other thing and disappeared on the group of people.

You sighed softly and looked down at yourself. Months from now you wouldn’t be able to see your feet, how would you be able to put on socks with such a big stomach?

It was weird thoughts like these you had at times. They just came randomly and also reminded you of how alone you felt. You knew you had Nicole, Joe and a few other friends but it was still something you went through alone.

You shook the thoughts out of your head and decided to head towards the camera crew and Luke. You were at work after all.

They were currently having a scene which meant the lights were dimmed, workers were completely quiet and the only thing that was focus on was the scene in front of you.

The stage had been transformed into a small bedroom but it was very neutral so you couldn’t tell who it belonged to.

Holly was by the door and talking but nobody was in the room. You didn’t understand any of it but now when you thought about it, you had never invested your time in finding out what Luke’s movie was about.

Sure, he had been talking about it more times than you could count by hand but you had never actually listened.

It had been sounding interesting and with his enthusiastic voice you one wit was something he was very proud of. He worked late at night to make the scripts, he said it was his way of working best. When it was dark outside and he would sit in front of his small lamp and a notebook clearing out his thoughts and writing everything he had in his heart.

You hadn’t been reading the script but there was one available so you decided to take a look.

The top had a few scribbles here and there. You could tell that whoever owned it hadn’t fully planned out how the title of the movie would be. It was something along the lines of walks being built to keep someone safe but there wasn’t a final result.

The scene they were recording today were number 19. It was still in the introduction part of the movie, the protagonists hadn’t fully gotten to know each other yet and only two characters would be on stage today.

You knew it was about a boy, Luke had been telling you that. It was the only thing you remembered because it was something that stood out from the ordinary.

It was a character Luke had invented when he was younger and didn’t take anything seriously. He had never believed he would be in the industry because it was only something he saw as a hobby. But with the money he had and already prepared knowledge of the acting industry he followed his dad’s footsteps.

You weren’t sure where in the scene you were at but you were somehow drawn to it.

Holly was many things you could point out at once. She was such an idiot, use didn’t understand anything that was not surrounding her and she was born with a golden spoon in her ass.

She was never the one to understand everyone else, she only understood her own problems and pushed away everyone else to get her satisfaction. She only lived in the life of money, she was home schooled and never the one to get near a public school.

But acting she could.

There was something about the way she was moving around, speaking heel ones with emotions that made you understand why Luke had picked her in the first place.

She knew what she was doing, most probably because it was the only thing she was good at besides spending more money than you would ever own in your life.

She was neither wearing the usual clothes she did. Her makeup was minimal, her blonde hair was curled to try hide the Botox invaded face and she was wearing more casual clothes.

You knew the movie wasn’t about being rich, it was about the normal life of someone being in school and not having to buy everything to get what they want in life.

“Okay cut.” Luke announced and the dimmed lights were brightened up again so everyone could proper see.

“It was really good, I loved the expression. For the next clip I’d like you to be a little more shocked when you hear the voice coming from the bed but not being able to see anyone.” He explained and you watched carefully.

It was different seeing them like this. They were professionals, they weren’t just goofing around like they always did. They both really area about their professions and it was somehow a little bit of a surprise.

They did in fact do something to own their money. Of course they were both born in the life of richness but they also did a lot to gain their respects from everyone.

Luke could easily become one of the most arrogant asses you had met in life but he was working hard to get the success he wanted. It was a feature you hadn’t realized until now.

“When we start this, it’s the moment where she actually sees him. He’s not a shadow anymore and he’s not invisible to her world and I really want all the emotions expressed in that quick moment.” He explained and baffled his arms in the air to express his meaning.

Holly nodded her head in agreement and the ponytail swung around a circle as she turned around to get back in the staged bedroom.

As the scene progressed and Luke seemed as satisfied as he possibly could be the lights changed again and everyone was allowed to get a small break. Only fifteen minutes and if anyone were late they knew a fired note would be planted in their hands.

Luke ran his hand through his hair a little bit tired from all the hard work, he had been here since 6 A.M.

“Have you seen Y/-,” Oh over there.” He glanced over his shoulder after grabbing the arm of one of the other workers. He clearly hadn’t needed you for a while since he had no idea where you were standing.

“I’m sorry I was just looking…” You trailed off not really knowing how to safe it, it wasn’t really any of your business you were only the one to copy the papers out at the copy machine.

“It’s fine.” He nodded his head with a quiet voice and noticed the wonder on your face.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just trying to understand it. Not the scene where looking at but just the movie in general. I know you explained it before but I’ve just… Never fully understood it?”

You could tell by the way he turned around on his chair that he actually wanted to share a moment with you to let you understand. It was a thing you had noticed, he liked sharing stuff he was proud of.

“Well the movie is about living in the shadow of everyone else. Nobody pays attention to you, you’re close to become invisible because it’s one of the hardest things to go through. Never being fully noticed for who you are.”

You nodded your head by his explanation wanting him to continue.

“We’ve got the main character Adam who suffers through the life of being nobody. He doesn’t have any friends. It’s not like he’s being bullied because nobody has noticed him to do so. He’s just completely alone.”

“And that changes when he meets Julia?” You asked just to be sure, you had been reading the script after all and you noticed Holly’s character shared that name.

“Yes Julia is the first one to notice him. At first Adam doesn’t believe the possibility that someone has seen him, let alone being a girl. It changes everything about his life and it starts to color up. Like it suddenly makes sense why he’s living.”

“But what is the plot then?” The story sounded so interesting you were actually surprised by Luke’s imagination.

“They are polar opposites. The live completely different lives and that creates the complication. With all the odds against them Adam doesn’t believe that he deserves her…”

Luke paused in track almost as if he didn’t want to spoil the plot twist or if he wanted you to figure it out yourself.

“So he becomes invisible again.” You replied after thinking, looking up at him with wide eyes.

It was brilliant. Everything about it sounded so interesting, for once it wasn’t a girl being confused and feeling alone but a boy. Not to mention it had a bit of fantasy in it, but with a deeper meaning of real life and how someone could feel so alone.

“And the suspense continues from that.” Luke nodded his head in confirm and looked down at the script you still had in your hands.

“I haven’t figured out a title for it yet. Sometimes it’s one of the hardest things to do. Even if it’s so simple.” He reached over for you to return it as it was in fact his script you were standing with.

You did think the handwriting was familiar and you returned it with a small smile on your face.

“It’s actually a brilliant idea Luke. I think you should know that.” You admitted and out of habit rubbed your bump.

“I know.” He smiled, bringing back the cockiness he always had but the warmth in his eyes was something new.

“Would you mind copying a few of those?” He gave back the script, “We’re having new actors coming later for the new scenes coming up and I want a few extra copies in case they forget theirs.”

“Sure.” You nodded your head in agreement and took the script back. For once you were actually happy to do something Luke requested you to do because it meant you could skim through the pages and see what would happen.

Your head was completely buried in the script it was almost like a book. And to be honest there was a reason you had been kicked out of college, they had never really been your thing.

The office was quiet when you walked in but it was no wonder. Everyone was almost gathered at the first floors to be a part of the filming no matter what kind of role they had in the business.

You opened the lid to the copy machine and connected the script to it. It was actually one of the only things you were good at, you knew just exactly how to use it because it was the thing Luke requested you to do the most.

Meanwhile the papers were spit out from the machine you took the time to take a look at your computer while waiting.

It had been standing open since this morning when you checked into the office. It was only for a quick check but now you at least got the chance to see what was going on without Luke calling for your name repeatedly.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused when checking your mail. It was the same boring thing as usual, some being less important than others but one mail stood out from the others.

You could see the sender was the landlord of your dorm, and the title was making you so nervous you didn’t want to open the email at all.

“Your contact is terminated.”

You furrowed your eyebrows confused but you knew you had to open your mail. You knew what was coming, it had been prepared for a while yet you felt you had only gotten a second to adjust the change that was going to happen.

There it was. The landlord had been waiting for this, he had been waiting to kick you out of your dorm to get some other idiot to rent it instead.

You knew you had the contract that said he allowed you to find another place and stay at the old dorm until so. But with all the things that had happened it had slipped out of your mind and now you had to return your key the second you would show up to pack your things.

In fact you didn’t even get the chance to pack any of your things since they had been placed right in front of the door waiting for you to come.

“I’m sorry to inform you that the deadline is over and I have no other option than to kick you out. Key has to be returned before 3 P.M this afternoon.”

It was like a kick right to the stomach and the worst thing was you had been prepared. You knew it would come yet you allowed it to slip out of your mind and thoughts.

You could feel your breath quickened, you had no idea how to react. It was so many emotions hitting you at once and they were heightened because of the pregnancy.

“Y/N what in the world is taking so long it’s just a couple of damn papers-,” Luke stopped in track when he came into your office to see your miserable expression.

You weren’t crying but you had water in your eyes and it was hard to keep them in. You tried your very best because you didn’t want to stand and cry in front of him, it felt pathetic even if it was your own fault.

“What’s wrong?” His face showed a hint of concern and he quivered an eyebrow.

“I uh-,” You didn’t know how to explain yourself so you turned the computer screen around for him to see.

He furrowed his eyebrows confused and headed over to give the mail a read. It wasn’t until the end that he softened up, he wasn’t as confused as before and he understood your sudden reaction.

“What uh-, What a bummer.” Was the first thing he said after thinking and you silently nodded your head in agreement.

“I don’t know what to do…” You never liked being the vulnerable one, especially not showing weakness towards Luke but it just felt natural at this point.

“Move in at my place.”

The words were so simple yet held so much importance. It left silence cloud over the room and your eyes widened so large they were about to fall out. He seemed pretty confused by his words as well but he still meant his words.

“What?” You had never been this confused in your life before and your voice was weak.

“Move in at my place until you find something else.”

“Luke it’s okay I can just stay at-,”

“No seriously. I’m insisting.” He stopped you and held a hand in the air, “You know you shouldn’t be stressing around and it’s probably for the best. That way you will always have a place to be at and you don’t have to worry about crashing from couch to couch. I can promise you a real bed. Five if you’d like.”

“But what about-,”

“Whatever problems we have we’ll fix them okay? You just don’t have to worry about anything now.” He folded his hands together and waited for an answer, you were still pretty surprised.

“Okay fine,” You were still confused why you were nodding your head in agreement but you did. It would almost be a bigger change in your life than your pregnancy because living with Luke would be something out of the ordinary.

He smiled softly by your words happy that he was able to convince you and grabbed the scripts that had been printed out but were still warm.

But I get my own room right?” You asked just to be sure and he nodded his head in agreement with a smile.

“You can get your own wing of the penthouse.”

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zephyrvos · 8 years ago

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When you have time, would you be willing make a list of all of your autistic characters, and why you think they are? I just think it'd be so interesting to hear your thoughts! If you don't mind of course!

Sorry this took ages and ages. It got long... Also I lost steam on some of them, so the explanations are short or less formal. And some of them are from media I haven’t seen in a long time, or haven’t watched thoroughly enough, so a lot of them are sans explanation, but I still thought belonged on the list. If you want clarification/more info or just to come talk to me about them (how they stim! special interests! favorite sensory things!), ask away!

And now for a read more:

Buffyverse:

Willow Rosenberg (x)

Lots of stimming - drumming with straws, twirling/floating pencils, twiddling her fingers

“It’s noisy up here” in her head, her brain is always loud and full of too many thoughts at one time

When she tells Anya to “learn the rules” and “act more human” because she’s had to make a conscious effort to learn the rules of social interaction in order to pass as neurotypical

Often extreme reactions to emotions because she struggles with emotional processing

Extremely logical and organized, as evidenced by color-coded notes

Struggles when people don’t react the way she expects them to

Likes routine and predictability, going to the same places because she’s comfortable there and knows what to expect

Often takes a literal interpretation and struggles to find what people actually mean

Bad at reading other people and their emotions, spends lots of time in the library, finds it easier to interact with adults than peers of her own age

Anya Jenkins (x)

Is rude and fine with being strange, doesn’t care about passing as neurotypical

Special interest in money and capitalism

Literal interpretations - and this is definitely before she became a demon as well, as we see in flashbacks

Sensory issues, describes things as “unpleasant tactile experience”

Doesn’t read people, doesn’t pass as neurotypical - comes across as rude because she’s blunt and to the point, rather than tiptoeing around issues because she doesn’t understand emotions

Bad at expressing or dealing with emotions, partly because she isn’t used to them - she didn’t form many strong emotional attachments prior to Xander and the Scoobies

Fred Burkle, probably

DCTV:

Felicity Smoak

The first time we see her, she’s chewing on a pen (stimming) and rambling. Read as autistic straight away, which made me really glad she stuck around and has become as important as she is

Takes things very literally, which is often played for comedic effect but is also very autistic

The first one to come to mind is “It’s nice to have you inside me. And by you I mean your voice, and by inside me I mean in my ear…” It gets played for inappropriate humour a lot, which I enjoy, but is also incredibly autistic

My mom brought up her clothes: We never really see her casual, she’s almost always in heels and nice clothes. My mom pointed out that this could be an extreme manifestation of adopting social norms - wanting to blend in by dressing like ‘normal’ people and therefore taking it too far and always dressing this way rather than in comfortable clothes. It’s an interesting read there.

She stims a lot - the pen I mentioned, spinning her ring when she’s nervous (sometime in s4 I noticed this heavily), plenty of other moments I’m forgetting

“Was that my out-loud voice” or something like that, which was very much not being able to regulate her thoughts to speech

Says inappropriate things, lacks tact: her first scene, when she immediately mentions his dead father, and then tries to recover and just makes it worse; then she points out the bullet holes rather than going along with the lie; then to stop her ramble she goes “which will end in 3-2-1…”

Doesn’t like other people messing with her workspace, because she has things a very particular way and she values order

Special interest in technology, built a computer at a young age and was a programming genius relatively young

Curtis Holt

A lot of traits in common with Felicity

Bad at reading social situations and social cues - interrupts at inappropriate times, makes inappropriate comments, misreads dinner with Paul

Special interest in tech - built his T-spheres, tinkers with tech during his downtime

Physically awkward and ungraceful - finds it difficult to learn fighting form + technique

Harry Potter:

Luna Lovegood

This headcanon has the support of Evanna Lynch herself, so you really can’t argue

Such an awkward, eccentric little oddball

Special interest in “mythical” magical creatures

Peers bully her because she doesn’t fit in, she says odd things

Gets along better with animals than people

Hermione Granger

Misses the cues or the rules of human interaction - for example, correcting people’s pronunciation or always raising her hand in a way that comes across as “know-it-all”

Finds books and libraries comforting, because the rules are easy to understand and facts are soothing

Can’t remember how canon this is but dresses/does her hair in ways that are comforting and soothing sensory experiences

Newt Scamander (Fantastic Beasts)

MCU:

Tony Stark (+ADHD)

Bruce Banner

Leo Fitz

See (buckysbears)

Seriously she put together the most amazing checklists ever for FitzSimmons, I am in awe (also all of her autistic headcanons are awesome)

Jemma Simmons

See (buckysbears)

Daisy Johnson (ADHD)

Peter Parker (ADHD)

Misc:

Five (Dark Matter) (x)

See (mine)

Kaylee Frye (Firefly)

Prefers casual sex over dating most of the time because it’s easier and the social rules of it are simpler

Understands the ship’s engine better than people (it “speaks” to her) and is most comfortable in the engine room

Still innocent and child-like in many aspects, but still a valued member of the crew

Simon Tam (Firefly)

River Tam (Firefly)

Farkle (GMW)

LaFontaine (Carmilla)

Amy Santiago (B99)

Sherlock (any adaptation, including House)

Bones (Bones)

Zach Addy (Bones)

Larry Fleinhardt (Numb3rs)

Kirsten (Stitchers)

Lilo (Lilo and Stitch)

Jeremy Chetri (Wynonna Earp)

Zeph (Killjoys)

#autistic headcanons #figured disabilityfest was a good time to do this #i know a lot are without explanations #but there's just so many #if you want an explanation for a particular person come ask #and i will try #but also seriously just come talk autistic headcanons to me #i want my legacy to be polyamory and autistic headcanons #Anon #asks #reply

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ahumanintraining · 8 years ago

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confirmation bias

she never asked (if she could sit with her). —erlu.

also read on: ao3

notes: with apologies for being excruciatingly late, i present this erlu oneshot to you for ft femslash vday exchange! and oh what a surprise that it’s you, @lucylaneeffect, haha! at any rate, i hope you find this fic to your liking :)

Lucy takes the first available seat she sees in the cafeteria — and she swears this isn’t just because Erza Scarlet is sitting right across from it.

Lucy’s trying to get to know her product design classmate a little better anyway, and today — with a sheer burst of rare confidence — instead of watching Erza eat alone and wondering why she chose not to eat in company, Lucy’s decided that she would have lunch with the redhead and perhaps even figure out why she usually ate by herself.

“I’ll eat lunch with you today,” Lucy announces as she swings her leg over the cafeteria bench, dropping her lunchbag onto the table. “You don’t mind, right?”

She’s a little forceful with her request, but she knows that Erza wouldn’t decline.

“Apparently not,” Erza replies, with a hint of a wry laugh.

Lucy can’t help but look up to meet the other woman’s eyes. Even after an entire two months into the semester of being in the same small group for their product design class, Lucy still finds Erza’s voice surprising.

Erza’s voice is husky, a little rough around the edges but somehow soothing all the same. Lucy wonders why Erza doesn’t speak up more during small group discussion — she seemed to know a lot more than all the other know-it-all men in class and would probably articulate it a lot better. Lucy would 11 times out of 10 prefer to hear Erza’s reasoning through a short answer question than any of the attempts at theory the guys tried to take a shot at.

“Sorry,” Lucy apologizes, out of reflex.

“Oh, no, I really don’t mind,” Erza clarifies. “Why would I turn down the opportunity to get to know the only other female in our product design class?”

Lucy laughs as if she hadn’t thought the same thing just a few seconds before. “The gender-ratio is quite disturbing,” she admits.

“I’m pretty sure there’s more girls in our class,” Erza says. “They’re just smart enough to realize that lecture isn’t worth their time and that they’d rather be checking their email than sitting through an hour and a half of that man’s rambling.”

Lucy perks up. “You go to lecture?”

“In spirit.”

“Oh,” Lucy replies, blushing. She looks down. “I guess I’m not very smart.”

Erza vigorously shakes her head. “No, I think you’re smarter than everyone else because you’re probably able to actually follow along and understand what’s going on in lecture,” she counters. “And I think you realize that even as terrible of a teacher the professor is, his classes are also what we’re all taking college loans out for.”

Lucy can’t help the shy smile that’s formed across her lips. “Not really.”

“Definitely smarter than me, who thought that it was a good idea to spend money on the cafeteria strawberry shortcake rather than take the time to prepare a homemade meal,” Erza remarks, nodding at Lucy’s arrangement of tupperware. She pushes aside the square container and spoon in front of her — telltale signs of whipped cream and red strawberry syrup left on the plastic.

Lucy blows on the bit of hot pasta on her fork. “Just premade lasagna that I nuked in the microwaved. I’m not that fancy.”

She doesn’t think about figuring out when Erza’s birthday is the next time she’s on social media. She doesn’t think about researching the best strawberry shortcake near campus, and she definitely doesn’t think about buying a slice and gifting it to Erza whenever that day is, saying a witty line that she hasn’t thought of yet referring back this moment.

She eats her lasagna instead, nevertheless aware that Erza is watching her silently.

“So why do you usually eat alone anyway?” she asks, thinking that maybe Erza would take the cue to fill in the silence.

She doesn’t.

“I just prefer to,” Erza answers briefly.

Not expecting the awkward silence to return so quickly, Lucy swallows her bite of piping hot lasagna too quickly. She reaches for her water to take a swig to help cool her scorched throat — quickly, so that she can carry the conversation forward sooner than later.

“I mean, not like I’m saying it’s bad — I’m just curious,” Lucy sputters, screwing the top back on her canteen.

“I like to people-watch,” Erza replies.

Lucy gulps down her water. She forces a couple of laughs, and she’s not sure if the redhead is being serious. “But actually?”

Erza nods, then starts pointing out the various faces around them with her eyes. “She always gets a vegetable pizza but picks out the olives and folds them neatly into a napkin before she throws them away,” she says, looking over at a brunette. “And then the person that always sits next to her is probably her lab partner for organic chemistry. I see him passing goggles to her and lab notes. They’re always half-eating, half doing an assignment so I’m pretty sure that they have that class right after lunch.”

Lucy can’t help but look up — and indeed the two people Erza’s talking about are doing exactly as she said: the brunette is eating an olive-less pizza with her left hand and scribbling with a pencil in her right hand, and the guy next to her looks like he’s working on a spreadsheet, typing furiously away.

Erza waits for Lucy’s eyes to come back to hers before she points to another group with her eyes. “This crew is the one I’m trying to figure out. I can’t figure out if the tall girl is part of their inner circle or not. She seems close to like two of them, but the other three never sit next to her,” Erza muses. “Or maybe they just always take the same seats for lunch. But that’s not entirely true because everyone else switches around, but the tall girl and those three aren’t ever next to each other.”

Lucy tries not to look too long at the group of six to see if she can answer Erza’s questions, but she can’t admit that now she’s a tad interested. She turns her head back to Erza.

“You’re creepy,” Lucy finally says.

Erza only smiles. Then she leans in and looks a little accusingly at Lucy. “I mean, only someone else that also people-watches would know I eat alone.”

“Anyone can notice that,” Lucy defends.

“Anyone that watches me at least.”

Lucy challenges Erza’s gaze, staring back at her eyes for as long as she can. Lucy eventually defers when her cheeks get a little hot.

“Well, you don’t always eat alone,” Lucy says, as if confessing that Erza’s caught her attention more times than not. She picks at clump of cooked tomato in the lasagna sauce. “Every now and then there’s this guy that drops by.”

“Jellal,” Erza affirms, smile never leaving her face.

“Sure,” Lucy replies. It’s not like she knows the blue-haired other person anyway. He’s probably just as mysterious and unassuming as Erza, by the looks of it. Lucy’s tried figuring out who the guy is, without much luck. “He seems close to you.”

“He is. We’ve known each other since we were children.”

Lucy nods, continuing to eat.

“We’re not together.”

Lucy’s fork freezes before her lips. “I mean… I wasn’t assuming anything,” she replies slowly.

“I just wanted you to know,” Erza simply says.

“I see.” Lucy chews slowly, her lunch now no longer as hot as it was when she first removed it from the microwave. She’s not really sure what else to say, or what to make of what Erza says, but she feels like it’s important to respond.

“I notice that you usually sit with that blue-haired girl,” Erza tells her. “But only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so she probably has class or something.”

“Yeah, Juvia,” Lucy replies.

“I guess we both sit with mysterious blue-haired people.”

Lucy laughs. “Yeah… actually, Juvia and I are childhood friends too. We’re very close. Especially this year since our schedules are almost the same, we spend almost all our time together except Monday, Wednesday, and Friday lunches because she has fluid dynamics,” she explains. There’s a brief pause, and then Lucy clarifies, “I mean, we’re not like…together though, you know.”

Erza smirks. “I never asked,” she says, turning Lucy’s comment back around.

“I guess with all your people-watching you would have figured it out already.”

Erza shrugs, tilting her head to the side. It’s only now that Lucy notices that she’s wearing earrings, a single crystal dangling from a silver ring. “It’s nice to hear if my theories are right or not.”

“Were you?”

And for the first time, Erza’s caught off guard. Her eyebrows raise slightly. “Was I what?”

“Right or wrong —” Lucy says, a grin growing over her face. “—about what you hypothesized about me.”

Erza thinks for a moment. “You mean you want to know what I thought of you before you came over to sit down to eat lunch with me?”

“Yes.”

Erza laughs softly. “I mean, I don’t know,” she says. “All I knew was that you were the only other girl in my discussion section for product design and that you usually bring in your own food to eat from home. It’s healthy because at least from a distance I usually saw some green — and your skin is pretty clear so you have to be doing something.”

Lucy snorts. “Well I’m not being too healthy today.”

The other girl smiles gently. “I just noticed that you spend Tuesdays and Thursdays eating alone and people-watching,” Erza continues. She pauses briefly, then adds, “And I wondered if you would ever come over and join me — especially because I know that you know I sit here by myself.”

Lucy twirls her fork in her food. “So now what?”

“Well now this cute blonde girl is sitting in front of me eating her lunch and keeping me company and I feel like a slob because I wasn’t ready for her to sit across from me on a day I decided not to put on makeup or wear proper clothes or buy a healthy lunch.”

Lucy bites her bottom lip, trying not to laugh too hard. She pretends the heat in her cheeks is from the rising steam from her food even though she knows it’s been fifteen minutes in and her food is more cold than warm now.

Lucy practices the words in her head before she says it out loud. “Maybe next time I’ll ask if you mind if I have lunch with you this Thursday before I sit down.”

Erza smiles. “Maybe next time I won’t stop you.”

#erlu #erza scarlet #lucy heartfilia #erza x lucy #fairy tail #written for #ft femslash #vday exchange #for the fabulous #lucylaneeffect #who i discovered is actually following me on tumblr and twitter ahaha #how embarassing #:3 #—erlu

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piratethornton · 8 years ago

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Pirates of the Clawribbean

Chapter 5: Tortiger

Fandom: Zootopia

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Nathan's injured back wasn't the only consequence of the storm; the Black Paw had been blown off course and out of the Bearmuda Triangle. Though somewhat annoyed, Captain Nick Wilde decided to make best out of the situation and bring the ship to Tortiger, a pirate port in the middle of the Clawribbean which was popular with those wanting to sell their wares in exchange for rum, and happened to be close by. The prospect at visiting the famous port cheered up the crew to no end, and they immediately started making plans for when they arrived.

It was the beginning of the second evening after the storm when it came into view. A small island covered with haphazard structures, torches lighting up one by one in response to the creeping darkness. A rocky outcrop next to the island resembled the feline the port was named after, its sunken eyes seemingly following the Black Paw as it crept closer and eventually docked.

It was decided that the crew would take this opportunity to exchange their loot from The Cloverleaf for supplies they would need for their voyage. Chests of silks, spices and rodent-sized clothes were brought up from the cargo hold and carried off ship, Finnick keeping a record of their stock.

Whilst collecting a pile of tiny captain's uniforms (and unable to fight off a twinge of guilt doing so), Judy noticed something on the far side of the hold. From a distance it seemed to be a heap of coloured clothes and pillows, although on closer inspection it looked more like a pile of bodies. Horror gripped Judy for a moment before she realised she couldn't smell anything that would indicate she was currently staring at a stack of corpses. She ventured closer still and saw that they were stuffed dummies of various species, kitted out in pirate outfits.

"Hey, bunny! Exit's this way!"

Judy whipped around to see Bucky waiting impatiently for her. Pushing her recent discovery to the back of her mind for now, she hurried off the ship and handed the clothes to Finnick. After hearing a grunt of acknowledgment from him, she curiously walked a little way towards the pirate village.

Night had fallen, but thanks to the several torches everything was clearly visible. Several mammals were at the port, some also unloading cargo, some making repairs to their ship and others joyfully heading into the village to visit their favourite tavern. The air was full of shouting, singing and crashing, and Judy could swear there was a ferocious sword fight currently in progress just behind the closest building to them.

She jumped when she felt a paw on her shoulder. "Careful," said Honey, gently guiding Judy back towards the rest of the crew. "That's one place you do not want to get lost in."

The cargo was now completely unloaded and the discussion had begun as to who was to stay behind and look after the ship. Finnick was the master at selling high and buying low, so he along with Bobby and Honey would be going to market with their wares. Flash was eager to visit his lady-friend, Yax wanted to check out the newly imported incense and spices, and Nick didn't bother coming up with a reason since he was the captain. That left Bucky and Pronk as the guards, a regular occurrence according to their grumbling. Ben genially offered to take over guarding duties since he had elected to stay behind anyway, but this idea was quickly shot down due to the fact he didn't have the necessary experience to prevent a takeover.

Judy stayed quiet. She didn't believe that she would be allowed to explore, so she started planning how to sneak away without the others noticing. She would have to hide behind one of them, but she also had to wait until Nick left since he would be the one most against the idea. Soon the mammals began to depart one by one either into town or back on to the ship, but to Judy's annoyance the Captain lingered until everyone had left.

They stared at each other for a moment, Nick deep in thought and Judy feeling a little self-conscience. Eventually he closed his eyes and sighed as if he had just resigned himself to something.

"If you promise to stick close to me and not go wandering off..." He looked at her sternly.

Judy's eyes widened with surprise and hope. "You mean...I can go into town?"

"If you promise to not go wandering off," Nick repeated.

"Yes! Yes! I promise!" Judy bounced twice before realising she was acting like a kit. She composed herself and cleared her throat. "Thank you."

Nick raised an eyebrow in amusement. "This way, milady."

Together they walked into the village, the wooden buildings and earthy streets illuminated by the bright orange torches and lanterns. The market place was brimming with activity from mammals of different species buying and selling everything from jewellery, spices and weapons. A little further away were a dozen or so tables, each with a queue of mammals wanting to sign up to join a particular pirate crew. The most popular seemed to be the one represented by a one-eyed rat, who was standing on his table, brandishing his sword and squealing at the top of his voice, listing all the navy ships he had helped sink.

After that they reached the part of town dominated by inns and taverns where the streets were slightly sparser but still just as noisy. As they meandered through the town, Judy noticed that every now and then a mammal would gesture at Nick, whether it be a friendly wave, a curt nod or a hard, cold stare.

"You seem to know a lot of mammals," she commented after a while.

"I know everyone, Fluff," he replied smugly.

"Nick Wilde!"

A vixen stormed up to them, raised a paw and smacked Nick across the face, before walking briskly past them.

"Hey! What was that for?" he shouted after her. Hearing someone else coming towards him, he faced forward again to see another vixen who didn't bother saying anything as she slapped him too.

When she was also out of sight, he rubbed his painful muzzle. "I might have deserved that one." He looked down at the rabbit by his side who was desperately trying to suppress a giggle. He gave her a pointed look and rolled his eyes. "Come on."

He led her to a very large tavern, the faded green and white sign above the door giving the name 'The Drunken Ivories', and they entered the establishment. Most of the customers were rhinos, hippos and elephants, though there were a handful of smaller mammals, too. There was an extremely drunk porcupine sitting on the edge of an enormous chair, nursing a glass and wearing a dopey grin. Obviously the quality of drink here was worth the inconvenient furnishings.

Nick walked confidently right up to the bar and climbed up one of the stools. Judy clambered up the one next to it, managing to sit down just as Nick addressed the bartender.

"Hefton! Missed me?"

The elephant squinted at Nick for a few seconds before smiling broadly. "Ah, Cap'n Nick! Was your secret mission a success?"

"Haven't finished it yet," replied Nick, chuckling.

Hefton's trunk moved inquisitively towards Judy. "Got yourself a new cabin boy?"

"In a way," Nick said with an amused smile.

"I'm Judy," the rabbit said brightly, offering her paw.

"Cabin girl?" Hefton twisted his trunk in surprise, then reached up to tip his hat only to discover his head was bare. He smiled weakly then coughed. "What'll it be?"

"I'll have the usual," said Nick.

"Of course." Hefton bent down to the bottles under the counter, only to come up again a few seconds later. "Which is...?"

"Rum, big guy," Nick answered patiently. They had obviously had this exchange several times before.

"And for the lady?"

Judy's ears pricked in excitement. "I'll have a rum, too."

Nick looked at her narrowed his eyes. "You ever have alcohol before, Cottontail?"

She sat up straighter and crossed her arms. "My family makes cider, and we have port at Christmas."

Nick wasn't reassured by this, but he relented slightly. "Tiny glass," he said to Hefton.

Judy was silently glad with Nick's strictness. The rum was very powerful and she spluttered a little on her first gulp, so she elected to sipping it whilst ignoring the satisfied smirk of the fox sitting next to her.

"Oh, Nick," said Hefton, suddenly. "Almost forgot. A friend of yours was asking about ya not too long ago."

"Really? Which friend?"

"Err...I can't remember. A - er - something someone. Captain Someone?"

Nick sighed very softly. "Do you remember what kind of mammal they were?"

"A sheep," answered Hefton confidently. Then his brow furrowed. "No, an aardvark. Beaver? He weren't that big."

"That narrows it down. You know what he wanted?"

"Uh...no."

Nick sighed again. "Thanks for letting me know." He finished his drink and got off his stool. "See you 'round."

Judy drained her glass, bid Hefton a thank you and goodbye, and followed Nick out of the bar.

"You have any idea who your friend could be?" she asked when she caught up with him.

"Probably someone I owe money."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Do you owe a lot of mammals money?"

"Let's see..." Nick started counting on his fingers. "Yep."

"I guess you could pay some of it off with the money you made from the Cloverleaf."

Nick let out a bark of laughter. "Sure. Let's go from inn to inn handing out all my money. That'll be a great way to spend the evening, and certainly not a complete waste of time."

Judy frowned and turned away. "You don't want debt creeping up on you. Trust me."

Nick looked down at her, then up again as an ocelot marched towards them.

"Hey, Sandy," he greeted, a nervous twinge in his voice.

For the third time that night, Nick received a slap to the face. After cursing at him in her mother tongue, she walked away, her tail thrashing behind her.

Judy couldn't help but let out a sound of mirth at this, and not even Nick's most serious glare could stifle her. Eventually he sighed in defeat. "I didn't bring you along so you could laugh at me."

"Sorry," said Judy, still giggling.

It was very late before the crew was reunited back on the ship. They were all in high spirits and happily recounted to each other their evening activities. Finnick had a successful visit to the market place, Yax was pleasantly humming and Honey had caught up with a friend of hers, a pig medium called Hen Wen who told her to 'Beware', though of what she didn't specify. Bucky and Pronk left without a word as soon as their guarding duties were no longer required, and Honey tried to start a vote to decide whether or not to set off without them.

Hopes for a late morning start were dashed when the two antelopes returned just as the sun was rising, singing loudly and grossly off-key. Judy clamped her hat tightly over ears when they entered the sleeping quarters and stumbled towards their hammocks. The singing devolved into arguing, but thanks to the copious amount of alcohol their energy finally wore off and they passed out, just after mumbling something about 'Boarbossa rumours'.

#Zootopia #zootropolis #pirates #pirates of the caribbean #pirates au #PotC #fanfic #chapter

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brainrattlers · 8 years ago

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I Hope I Can Handle It (Pt 1/?)

Summary: Sequel to “Think You Can Handle It?” - F/Reader is in a long-distance relationship with her man. Traveling for the holidays!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F/reader

Words: 2894

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff. Little bit of implied sexy times. Also I curse, and we know Sebastian does too. I can’t think of much else here.

A/N: Soooo I’m writing a sequel? to Think You Can Handle It?… and rather than bombard you with a big wall of text, I’m putting this one into chapters. My timeline is all off on this, it was supposed to be out around Christmas, but if I can work it right… we’ll end up at Valentine’s Day. (queue the “ooOOOOooh!”) Y/F/N= Your Friend’s Name

The promise that you made Sebastian that fateful Saturday night stayed true. The two of you continued talking, every day. Yes, some days it was a handful of texts, some days it was phone calls that lasted hours. Photos sent back and forth of what was going on any given day. Skype chats watching movies on TV together. And the plans… oh, the plans that were being made.

You were nervous, but so excited. Sebastian suggested you come visit him for the holidays. It was a pretty overwhelming thought, really. Two whole weeks in New York City. Traveling somewhere new. Getting to physically touch Seb again. The first time you’d not been with your family on Christmas. And then it really hit you.

Meeting Sebastian’s family.

Your phone started ringing, with the familiar ringtone of the song you first danced to under the stars the night of your first kiss. The phone’s screen lit up with the epic bedhead photo. A smile lit up on your face as you answered the phone.

“Hey baby girl, what’s up?”

“Oh Seb, you are the one calling me, I should be asking you that question. Well, minus the babygirl part.”

Sebastian chuckled. “S’been a long day. Super tired.”

You could hear it in his voice. It was fairly late in his time zone. You also knew it was cardio day at the gym, which would make anyone exhausted.

“Aww, I’m sorry babe. I have news though… finally got my flight booked. I can’t believe I’m going to be there in a few days!” You could feel the smile growing on Sebastian’s face, even though it was over the phone, no video or anything. “I just need to figure out then what I’m doing once on the ground. Taxi? Uber?”

“No no, I’m picking you up. I mean we may Uber back, but I’m going to be the first person you see once you get to the baggage claim.”

After you shared your flight details, you talked about the day, eating dinner “together” while on the phone. A few ideas of things to do while there were thrown around, and finally the question of “so how is Christmas working anyway?” came up.

You were nervous. Meeting the family is huge, as first impressions are not something you can “fix” if it goes wrong. Sebastian assured you it would be okay, that he’d be there the whole time, would be your knight in shining armor.

“You mean, knight in shining ARM…or?”

Sebastian audibly groaned.

“And this is just one of the reasons I am crazy about you. I hate to say it though, I’m getting pretty tired, and I’m meeting Don in the morning at 7:30 to go over a few things before we work out. Talk tomorrow?”

“Of course babe. Sleep well, sweet dreams.”

Packing. It was your least favorite thing to do, and weren’t really sure how much to pack. Sebastian convinced you (maybe rather easily) that you weren’t staying at a hotel, but rather his apartment, so you didn’t need to pack clothes for every day… there was this thing known as a washer and dryer you could use. Regardless, despite him knowing you as a totally casual dresser, you felt it important to wear something sort of dressy for Christmas day with the family.

And with Seb, his day to day clothing options would go from 0 to 60 in the drop of a hat. It was nothing for him to be in workout sweats one minute, and dressed to the nines in a tux that would kill all the ladies the next. You wanted to be able to keep up with him… other than something requiring a formal ball gown.

Finally picking out several tops and bottoms, some jeans and tees, you threw them in your suitcase, but then another odd realization hit you.

“Oh shit. Pajamas. Do I go the comfy route? Do I wear something sexy? Do I even own anything sexy to sleep in?”

It’d been awhile since you were planning out clothing because of a guy, minus the weekend with Sebastian. You took a deep breath in, shaking your head, and let it out slowly as you grabbed a couple pairs of pajama shorts and pants, as well as a few tank tops, and threw them in the bag as well.

“You can handle this.”

After moving your suitcase from the bed, you crawled in, telling yourself the sooner you sleep, the sooner your flight is. Your eyes closed, and you were out, until you weren’t. The alarm on your phone was blaring, and fingers fumbled along the nightstand to reach for it. With the alarm silenced, you squinted with one eye at the screen, clearing off notifications that accumulated overnight, stopping to read a couple texts.

“Two more days, can’t wait!”

“Hey sunshine. I can’t believe you’re getting ready to ditch me for two weeks. Grab lunch before you head out?”

Tapping the second message, you punched out a response of “Yes please. I need to get my head out of panic mode. Thoughts creeping in about how I’m meeting his mother.” As soon as you hit send you freaked out a bit, hoping that went to Y/F/N rather than Sebastian. That wouldn’t have been awkward at all. After realizing you were in the clear, you texted Seb back as well.

“Getting packed. I hope I’ve got the right clothes for the occasions.”

“You’re lovely in whatever you wear. Or aren’t wearing.”

“SEBASTIAN!” You sent along a shocked emoji, along with a laughing one, feigning your embarrassment. He knew better though. He knew just as well as you do that despite blushing, you always loved it and it made you smile.

“Yeah yeah baby girl. I’ll call you tonight after I get back from this opening I said I’d go to. I hope you have a good day! *heart emoji*”

“You too, sweetie. *kissy lips emoji* Enjoy the opening!”

Y/F/N texted back a time and place, not surprisingly, Mama J’s.

While you had originally helped out Mama J when she needed some extra staff after her husband had passed, and she returned the favor so many times over by helping Sebastian with your first date, Sebastian’s Instagram post talking about Mama J’s was all the help her little business needed to be kicked into high gear. Even if the restaurant was packed with a waitlist, you were always a VIP in her eyes and was seated immediately, although most of the time you told her it was okay and would wait. Today was no different, and luckily for both Y/F/N and you, there was no rush as you both had the day off. Mama J insisted you be seated, but you stuck to your guns.

“Mama J, the new customers should be your VIPs, not me! We’re really not in a hurry and don’t want to tie up a table when you can be wowing everyone else. Besides, you know I love watching the customers. It helps me figure out how we’re going to set up the new location!”

She beamed at that statement. Because business was booming, money was coming in more readily, and Mama J had dreamed of opening a larger location to accommodate more customers. You had promised you’d help out as much as you could, and through your contacts, had found a handful of new sites to look at. Shooing her off, she ran back to the kitchen to get a few more orders ready to be sent out, and barking out orders to her staff. Mama J, although the sweetest woman in the world, could be a drill sergeant when necessary. The good thing was that she respected her small staff, and in turn, despite the urgency she conveyed, they respected her back. Finding such a crew is tough to do these days.

Once a table opened up for you after waiting along with the others, you and Y/F/N sat down, and Mama J gave you the eye. Silently, both of you nodded at Mama J, and she rushed off to the kitchen to prepare your lunches. It wasn’t like the two of you ate there every week, if not more often, and she knew what you wanted or ANYTHING like that. You both laughed and continued your conversation from earlier.

“I’m super excited for the trip, but seriously I’m running into mini-panic attacks. This morning I legitimately freaked out realizing I had to figure out pajamas. Or like… presents. Not only do I have to get Seb something, but I feel like I need to get his mother and stepfather something. Couple all this with the fact I’m going to a city I’ve never been. Just ARGGHHH!” You rested your head in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“But… Sebastian. You, girl, are going to see your man. Sebastian freaking Stan. You know if I weren’t your best friend, I’d totally be bashing you for freaking out that you’re going to see him.” Y/F/N chuckled. “Seriously though, it’s going to be fine. You know he’s just going to be showing you all the fun stuff in the city, and you’ll spend a day at the in-laws, and you’re going to just have fun. You always freak out right before trips.” You choked on your water at the mention of in-laws.

“I know, but,” you were still trying to clear your throat, “ugh. I just want everything to be as perfect as possible. I’m not sure I can handle this.”

Y/F/N smirked. Mama J was coming back with your food, interrupting your conversation.

“Child, you know you’ve got this. Don’t you go letting me down, that boy is head-over-heels about you. You two are beautiful together. Just be you, and everyone will love you.”

You sighed at Mama J’s statement, but knew she was right. First impressions are huge, but the fact of the matter was that the only one you REALLY needed to impress was Sebastian, and that means the hard part is done. You know his mother just wants him to be happy, and if he’s happy, you’re golden.

“Thanks Mama J, you’re the voice of reason I need sometimes.” She smiled and patted your head, before she skipped back to the kitchen.

While enjoying lunch, Y/F/N came up with a good question.

“So what ARE you getting Sebastian for Christmas? You know it is just a few days away.”

You cringed. It is so difficult picking out Christmas gifts so early on in a relationship. Getting something expensive and extravagant is always appealing, but you don’t want to scare off the other person, or make them feel bad if they went the other route of something small and sentimental. On that note, when you’re not with that person physically all the time, having never been to their home… sometimes figuring out likes and dislikes is a bit more difficult. You talk all the time, and Sebastian will mention things he likes, but when you’ve got a multi-film deal, you probably have money enough to just buy whatever you want. Not that you saw Sebastian as the type to just blow his money. He always seems quite conservative, except for when it comes to clothes. Those sweatpants he was wearing in the video for Fox NY 5? Easily $100+. He certainly did make them look good… of course he makes most anything look good while working out. Your mind started to wander, thinking about some of the latest videos of him working out with Don. The dopey grin, glazed over eyes, and slight hum that came from you was indeed a cue to Y/F/N that you were spacing out.

“Hey chica, I asked you, what are you getting Sebastian?”

“Oh hey, um, sorry. I’m not sure yet. I’m hoping if we get a chance to go shopping, he can drop some hints. I mean, seriously what do you get a guy that is bankrolled by Marvel?” Y/F/N thought about it for a moment, and felt sympathy.

“You’re right, but you always pick out the best presents, I think you’ll be okay.”

Finishing lunch, you thanked Mama J, promising to keep in touch during your trip. She still wanted to make sure that Sebastian was being nothing but a gentleman with you. Typical Mama J. Hugging everyone before you left, you headed out to some local shops to see if you could find anything local to bring with you to give Sebastian and his family a taste of your life. You had wished you could just bring Mama J with you. She was like your security blanket at times. Stopping in the candy shop you had issues keeping Sebastian out of when you first took him to Mama J’s, you picked up a few of your favorite homemade items. You could at least check a few things in your bag. The idea hit you to get some tomato soup from Mama J to surprise Sebastian with. Mama J was awesome and canned a few to-go jars (not on the menu, and were sealed so they didn’t need refrigeration). That might have to be one of your first meals with Seb though once off the plane.

It was a quick afternoon after the shopping. Figuring out the best way to pack your suitcase without smashing glass jars of soup or the small packets of candy, your phone blooped with your expected nightly interruption. You hadn’t realized just how late it was, but the sun had set, and you knew it was even later for him still. Opening the app, you saw Sebastian’s smiling face.

“Hey baby girl, how was your day?” Despite being tired, his grin continued.

“Pretty good, finishing up packing. Had lunch at Mama J’s with Y/F/N. Did some Christmas shopping. Extremely tired though. How was the opening?”

“Lots of people, not enough food, and man am I glad to be getting out of this suit.”

He must have been getting undressed AS he was on the phone with you, seeing him drop out of the camera’s view, coming back with his hair a bit more mussed, and no shirt on, at least that you could see of his shoulders. All you could think of was kissing those collar bones when you had the chance. You smirked.

“I wish I had seen you IN the suit first… you know how much I enjoy you in suits…” You giggled as he rolled his eyes at you. Much to your dismay, he threw on a tshirt and hoodie. Your dirty thoughts would just have to wait.

“So, how about an episode of Stranger Things? We’re on what, episode 6?” The picture on the screen moved around, finally with a final bounce as you could tell Sebastian had just sat down in his favorite chair. You sat down in your own chair, propping your phone up on the table next to you, then grabbing the TV remote to start up Netflix. It was always a bit of a game to try to get the episode to start at the same time so one of you wasn’t too far ahead/behind of the other.

“1.. 2… 3!”

You both hit the play button simultaneously. You told Seb to hold tight while you ran to the kitchen to get something for dinner.

“Bring me back something, will ya?” Sebastian hollered through the tiny phone speaker. You laughed, coming back with a bowl of grapes to munch on. The both of you focused on the show, but gasped, laughed, and finally talked about the episode together. Sebastian had started to yawn about ¾ of the way through the episode, so it wasn’t super surprising when you didn’t talk a lot after the episode. You did feel like you needed to confess something though.

“Hey Sebby?” you mumbled, but enough for him to hear, “Can we maybe go shopping one day? I need to find some things to bring back for Y/F/N and Mama J… and a few other presents, too.” You hoped he wouldn’t catch on that you needed to get him something still.

“Sure, I’ll take you to the best stores in the city, babe. I think that is part of the NYC experience. I hate to say it though, but I’m exhausted. Another early morning with Don, and then I realized I need to clean up the place, I have a VIP coming over day after tomorrow!” He swung the phone around, showing you the living room, looking a little disheveled. Typical bachelor… cleaning up because a girl was coming over. You smiled and nodded.

“Sounds good, I need to get a few things ready for tomorrow.. And then…”

Sebastian interrupted.

“31 hours until you’re here!”

“You’re keeping that close of track?”

“You better believe I am! The best damn handler in all the land will be here!”

You smiled, and blew Sebastian a kiss. “Night, babe.”

“G’night babygirl.”

(Part 2)

Tagging: @dawn121, @sceaterian

#sebastian stan x reader #sequel to think you can handle it?#writing chapters and not a novel this time

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