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Testing you guys to see what you think of me..đ¤
#I know some of you may think it's âabsurdâ or idk but that's what I sometimes think you guys think of me#and to be sure. I wanted to do this poll to see if I'm right or wrong#also- please be sincere. what counts here are not exactly the votes but your sincerity. okay?#so try your best to just vote on what you really think of me.#and if don't have any of the options of what do you think of me. say it in the comments or reblogs that also counts! <3#(this is just a test. also- I really have no content and I wanted something to post so.. that's why I'm doing this anddd#I really wanted to know what you think of me. I have great insecurity about whether or not I'm someone you like or don't like and.. anyways#I just wanted to know <3)#i'm mel and this is my blogâď¸#my art blog#not an art post#vent? not really#my polls#(I don't know if I've ever done that. but if so. sorry but I'll do it again qjbzjsbd)#mel creator#mel loly
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Mr Hollywood
summary: Sim Jaeyun had made it, he had finally fulfilled his dream of being an artist but he had to leave the place he called he called home promising he would come back when everything was okay. Heâs back now but are you sure itâs the same Jake you once knew?
genre: fluff, minor angst, childhood lovers turned exes to lovers again
pairing: Celebrity Sim Jaeyun x non-celebrity reader (with enhypen and treasure appearances)
warning: none
word count: 4.1k
a/n: although it has been proofread, I cannot guarantee no errors so please let me know if you see any! please let me know what you think. likes and reblogs are appreciated and I hope you have a good day.
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âAnd the Artist Of The Year Award goes to none other than...â the announcer said, keeping you all at the edge of your seats. Everyone here had voted for Jake so many times so that he would win. The announcer looked at the folded card in his hand before smiling and saying.
âJake Sim!â The screams of everyone in the beer parlour with you watching the award ceremony were probably louder than those in the venue itself. You all watched in pride as the look of shock was evident on his face and he shakily walked to the podium to collect the award. You smiled at how good he looked, he had come so far from the boy you once knew here.
Five years ago, Jake had left his hometown, where he grew up for 18 years to pursue his dream. Granted, not everyone is supposed to stay for the rest of their lives but he thought he was going to stay but he made up his mind to leave for his passion. You all supported him even if you werenât able to talk to him because of his busy schedule. Being able to cheer him from the sidelines was what you were content with. He was the pride of the town and people did not hesitate to show him off.
He gave the announcer a bow and collected the award. You could see the way his hands shook as he collected the award as if it felt unreal that he won.
âI would like to thank God for the ability to get to this point today and to thank my parents for always teaching me the right way and having the courage to let their child pursue his dreams even if it meant that I would be very far away; almost out of reach even. I love you. To all those that have continuously supported me and listened to my music, thank you. To the staff that have worked so hard and everyone I've had the pleasure of meeting, a big thank you to you" he said and walked off.
The excitement of the crowd reduced and everyone eventually retired to their homes while chatting amongst themselves. You think about the award one more time, feeling happy for him and move on. After all, the same way Sim has a life to live is the same way you do also.
The next day, when you wake up you feel a shift in the atmosphere. The birds are still chirping, yes but something feels unusual. You brush off the paranoia you feel and decide to do your usual morning duties and carry on with your day. While other people your age wanted to have prestigious jobs(not like there was anything wrong with that), you wanted something simple and had decided on being either a cafe owner or a florist.
Sadly, the cafe owner agenda wasn't able to work out because everyone in the vicinity was now aware of the way you burned down a cafe trying to bake and collectively decided that you should not be allowed to make food for people. Flowers were better than running a cafe shop. You stayed with your flowers and you were able to give
someone a flower when they needed it.
Need a flower for your mother? You got it, a daylily was exactly what they needed. Wanted to attend a funeral? Take a bouquet of lilies. It was easy to understand and you didn't directly put anyone in harmâs way. Although your shop was hardly ever full, you were content with everything.
That's why you're shocked when you find a line of people waiting to be let into your shop at 9 am. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but you opened the door nevertheless. At the end of the day, you were the one earning the money. You had things to buy, didn't you?
You take your place at the counter and start attending to the customers. They didn't tell you to pick out one for them and just chose it themselves. The crowd slowly reduced till there was only one person left. When there remained a few people, you quietly moved to one person to ask for the reason why they were so cheerful today.
"Jungwon, do you know why everyone is so happy today? My shop was full today!"
"Are you complaining about it?" He asks. Jungwon was the son of the cafe shop owner. He came to your shop frequently when he was on his break and you would talk to each other.
âOf course, Iâm not. I just want to know whatâs making everyone come here all of a sudden. Even old man Jay came here and you know that man never leaves his house. He bought a red carnation and Iâm confused because who does he have affection for that heâs getting them flowersâ
âHe has a wife you knowâ
âPlease, the last time they had a conversation with each other was when he asked for a divorceâ you deadpanned.
âLook Y/N, whoâs the one person in this town anyone would do anything for?â
âKim Junkyu?â
âClose but not him, I wouldnât do anything for himâ Jungwon stated making you roll your eyes.
âThe only person left is Sim Jaeyun and we know itâs not possibleâ
âDing Ding Ding! We have a winnerâ
You give him a shaky smile before asking him, âYouâre joking right?â
âIâm not,â he says sincerely. You nod your head and go sit on the nearest stool. Placing a hand on your throat as you begin to scratch at it (something you did when you were nervous) and just sit in silence while Jungwon continues talking.
âAfter the award ceremony, his management released a statement on his Instagram saying that he would be going on hiatus for two months to visit his family. So we townsmen decided to get flowers to pave the road with because he would be coming back. We would have used gold leaves but itâs too expensiveâ
He continued talking and talking while you were still trying to process the fact that Jake would be coming back. Physically he was still going to be the same Jake you had a crush on before he left but personality-wise? You doubted that. You heard stories of the way fame had changed people; the love from others would get to their heads and make them overly egotistical. A part of you knew that he wouldnât change but the other part was unsure. Before he left, you made him promise to not change and while you knew promises could be broken, you knew he wouldnât break them.
âJungwon, I want to close the shop for today. Iâm not feeling too well and want to rest a bitâ
âNo problem Y/N! If you want, I can stay here and do business for youâ
âDonât worry about it, Iâve made enough money today to last me for next monthâ you say and shoo him away.
At home, you just sit and think for some time before getting up to make some tea and reminiscing about your high school memories. You hardly had feelings for people so when you did, you let them know immediately. When you told Jake that you liked him, he told you that he felt the same. You ignored him for a week after that because you didnât think that far. After that, you met up with him and explained the reason why you avoided him. You went out with each other for less than 2 weeks and during that period, he had told you about his dreams of becoming an artist and you supported him wholeheartedly.
He would carry your books from school and you both would walk home together every day. He'd play the violin for you because he was good. You'd both pet stray cats and run when they started chasing you. All good things came to an end when he told you that he had to leave to pursue his dream. You both knew you were too young to even attempt a long-distance relationship so you let each other go even though it hurt. Youâd watch his music videos and support his activities even though there was a possibility he would never return. Now that he was going to be here, how were you going to cope knowing that your feelings for him were still the same while his feelings could have gone, especially with all the beautiful people in the industry?
That night, while everyone was outside welcoming Mr Hollywood, you stayed in your house dreading the days that would come. The town was small so there was no way that you wouldnât bump into him. The voices were loud when you tried to sleep. Seems like everyone was ecstatic that Jake had come back. The noise wasnât able to let you sleep but deep down you knew it was because you were nervous.
You decide to bake cookies to reduce the stress you are currently feeling. You had learnt from your mistakes and no longer burnt kitchens (your kitchen being valid proof of that), but Jungwonâs dad still wouldnât lift his ban. You baked cookies till 2 am before you were really tired enough to sleep. You had baked almost a hundred cookies that night.
The next morning, you made sure to wake up early so you wouldnât run into anyone. Thankfully, the townspeople didnât want to buy flowers that morning and got started on the orders that people out of town had placed. You brought cookies for Jungwon so he could test them. You were trying to fix the counter when someone walked in, making the bell jingle. Assuming it was Jungwon, you say, âJungwon the cookies are on the counter. Test them and tell me what you think, donât eat them and run awayâ
âIâm not a Jungwon but can I talk to Y/N?â Youâre startled but you freeze, instantly recognizing the voice. Jake Sim.
âHello, what would you like?â you asked with a forced smile. You were way too close, the proximity was making you uneasy. He looked a bit disappointed with the way you answered him but what did he expect to come to? It had been five years.
âI just wanted to tal-â he is cut off by Jungwon bursting through the door.
âY/N, you will not believe who I saw. I saw Jake Sim with my very own two eyes. He looks so much hotter in real life. Do you think heâd sign my back if I asked-â he stopped instantly when he saw the person that was in the flower shop.
He looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth was agape. Looking at you, then at Jake and then you again. He brought his hand to his head and he hit it hard making you startled.
âSorry I will leave now,â Jungwon said.
âTo cryâ he murmured, making you chuckle. Jungwon was someone that cried when he did something embarrassing.
âJungwon wait,â you say and walk to give him the cookies you had packed for him with a little note.
âEat them and get back to me when youâre less you know...embarrassedâ He snatches them from your hands and makes a run for the door. You giggle then you remember that Jake was still present. Turning to face him, you ask if he wants anything. âI want to talk to youâ
You motion him to sit on the spare chair you had and he obliges. Before you even ask him a question, he begins, âWas that your boyfriend?â
âNo, not that it concerns you thoughâ
âWhere you last night? I saw everyone but you. The Johnny kid said you were feeling ill. I doubt that wasnât true as you made cookies. The last time I remembered, you were really bad at anything relating to the kitchenâ
âTimes change and people change, Jaeyun. Itâs been 5 years since we last had a conversation with each other. Iâm not the same and Iâm sure youâre not the same eitherâ
âLetâs get to know each other again. Do things the old fashioned way. Go on dates, paint, and bake with each other. Do some of the things we could have done 5 years ago.â
âAnd then when you have to leave and have no contact with each other againâ
âI wonât do that, I promise. Never again.â
âHow can you be so sure of that?â
âLet me prove it to you-â
Heâs cut off by the entrance of another customer and stands up to leave but you donât miss the longing look in his eyes. You hope he can see the same look in yours thatâs covered by hurt and waiting for someone to return.
You were not expecting Jake to be at your store first thing on a Friday morning. He was even earlier than you and you're the boss.
âWhat are you doing here?â you ask. He was bouncing on his feet and looking cherry when you hadnât even gotten enough sleep.
âIâm here to take you out. Do it like the old times where Iâd wait for you so we could go to school togetherâ
âI have work to do today and Iâm going to be booked so another timeâ
âI have come to offer my assistance so tomorrow we can go out togetherâ
âDonât you have things to do?â
âIâm on a hiatus, Iâm free for almost two months and if you want I can be free for more. Imagine all the things we could do in that timeâ he trails off, fantasizing when you hadnât even told him that you still liked him. Meanwhile, you had opened the door and walked in.
"Aren't you going to come in and stop thinking of cute stuff?" you ask him and he quickly runs in, flustered.
He takes a look around and puts on a determined face and gets a broom and starts cleaning. For someone that's supposed to be a celebrity, he was cleaning like an employee. You take a rag and wipe all the surfaces and take care of the flowers. After an hour, the shop is ready to open. Customers come rolling in once they see a new help. Although they're surprised, they don't question it.
During your break, Jake picks up a chrysanthemum and hands it to you. "It's for you because you're beautiful," he says
"Hate to rain on your parade but if you gave me this in Italy, it means you wish I were dead" and with that, he takes back the flower instantly and brings a single red rose. You receive it with a small laugh, finding it funny when he doesn't want you misinterpreting him. You were having a sweet moment with him until Jungwon came in again.
"I'm getting tired of seeing you here Mr Sim. As much as I adore you, I need to meet my friend" he states and pulls you to the back. "Care to explain why Jake Sim is in your store again!?"
"Nope" you respond, popping the p. He brought his hand to his forehead and tried to relax his muscles because according to him, he doesn't want to look forty-five when he's thirty years old.
"Look, it's weird coming here and seeing you have company. I'm not against you having company seeing as you've been lonely the entire time I've known you but, I can't stay in his presence! Why must a man Look so gorgeous!? He's ruining my already broken esteem. Everybody saw him in real life and was wondering how a man could look that good."
"They saw him when he was seventeen years old," you tell him.
"And he's twenty-three now! He doesn't look the same and I don't even need to have known him then to know now"
"Jungwon, I want you to get to the point," you tell him, basically pleading at that point because your break would soon be over.
"I'll see you when I have enough confidence to meet him," he says and leaves the store. You shake your head at his overdramatic behaviour and continue with your day. Jake proves to be amazing assistance and you got things done quicker and even closed earlier.
"Thank you for offering help, you can go home now. See you tomorrow" you say in an attempt to shoo him out.
"I want to walk you home" he announces and goes with you home.
"Do you hate me for not talking to you?" he asks.
"I don't hate you. To be honest, I think we both did the right thing by not talking to each other. It was good we had each other in mind but I would have caused too much of a distraction for you. It was great you focused on your career and achieved your goals. I did well too"
"Johnny boy said you were lonely though," he said.
"Number one, I know you know his name is Jungwon but you're just being petty. Two, why were you eavesdropping on our conversation and three, I still had a bit of hope that one day you'd return. I didn't think that you'd come" you say truthfully. The night was making you vulnerable when answering his questions.
"I always asked my mum how you were doing when I called her, you know? I wanted to check up on you without doing so myself. I'd ask her to give you a pop tart because I knew they were your favourite"
Even though he was still far away, he still had kept you in his mind the same way you did for him.
You got home and stayed at the door before you took him by the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together and have fun". He gives you a soft smile and watches you go in before he retires to his own home.
The following day, you're waiting for him to come. You had tried to dress up for the date but didn't want to underdress or overdress since he hadn't told you where you were going. So you decided to wear a simple sundress and made yourself look nice. He arrived wearing something as casual as you in a car.
"Is this your dad's?" you questioned.
"Yup, I borrowed it to take you out,â he says and winks at you. You shake your head laughing and get in the passenger seat and he drives.
âWhere are we going?â you ask, curious.
âYouâll see when we get thereâ you donât respond but wind down the window and feel the wind on your face which makes you smile.
You catch Jake glancing at you while heâs driving and he doesnât even try to hide it. âAt least try to pretend youâre not startingâ
âI canât help it, youâre so prettyâ This kid, he was making it too easy for you to fall for him.
âDo you still like me, Jaeyun?â you inquire.
âI do,â he said with certainty. Has he always been this bold? You donât say anything and continue to look out so he reaches over and takes one of your hands in his while he uses his other one to drive. You look at him but just continue doing what youâre doing.
âYou might not believe me but I mean it,â he says, lightly squeezing your hand as a form of reassurance.
He stops the car at an aquarium and you both come out. You have a wonderful time and although people recognize him and are surprised to see him with you, they don't say anything and leave you alone. You smiled that day more than you had ever smiled before.
"The fishes look good to eat" you whisper in his ear and he playfully smacks your arm and jokes.
"You monster! How can you say that!?" to which you jokingly shrug.
After the aquarium, he takes you to a flower field. "I did my research this time so I don't give you a wrong flower." He picked up a primrose and says, "I know this one means love is eternal so I'm giving it to you because no matter the distance between us, our love will be forever"
You feel warm this time and know that even if he were to leave again, the distance wouldn't matter because together, you both could overcome anything.
"You're all I need" you manage to say.
"When did you get all sentimental?" he teases and you chase after him in the flower field. When you get tired, you lie down on the grass and he lays next to you. Your hands find his hands amid all the grass and you squeeze it. Unknowingly, you fall asleep next to him.
The next weeks that follow include you two bonding and Jake having fun and being relaxed. He was able to write a song but wouldn't let you see the lyrics, saying it wasn't something he wants you to see yet. You met his parents and thanked his mum for taking care of you indirectly and conversed with his dad too. You could tell that he hadn't forgotten any of the values his parents had thought him. He grew up surrounded by a lot of love so he had more than enough to give.
He also met your parents and he was nervous even though you had tried to reassure him that they wouldn't do anything to him. Your father tried to act scary but deep down you knew he had a soft spot for him. Your mom was showering with more affection than she gave you and Jungwon tried stylishly asking him for his celebrity crush numbers.
"Jake, since you're dating my friend can you link me up with Han Sohee? You've worked with her before, help a friend out"
"I'll ask her but no promises" Jungwon was so happy the entire day.
A few days before Jake had to go back because his hiatus was over, you both were talking about how things would be while baking muffins.
"Y/N don't think I wonât talk to you when I go because I can already see the gears turning in your head."
"Pass me the butter Jaeyun"
"Are we back to the first-name basis? Call me the sweet names" he whined.
"Just pass the butter babe" and he passes it instantly.
"Now back to what you were saying, I know you won't forget me obviously and if you try I I can always take a flight to get to you." You tell him. You weren't going to wait around for him anymore. If you missed him, you'd go see him if he was unable to come to see you.
"Better, I was already worried," he says and gives you a back hug.
The day he left was bittersweet and you shed a few tears. It took a lot of willpower to not cry in front of him. You didn't want him to leave but you knew that he had a job to get to and you couldn't be in the way of that.
You both regularly kept in touch, calling each other at least twice a week to catch up on what had happened during each other's week. He hadn't told you that he released a new song and you found out through his fanboy Jungwon who was now the self-acclaimed president of his fan club.
"Y/N, have you heard Jake's new solo? I cried to it for an hour straight" You didn't have any time to check what was going on because someone had ordered flowers for their wedding and you had to get them done quickly.
"New solo?" you ask and Jungwon sits you down and plays the song for you. Truth be told, you cried as well. It felt like he was there with you telling you that he'd never change.
You watched the interview and when he was asked about the meaning or person behind the song, he said, "There's someone that I love and I wanted to let her know that no matter how famous I get, I won't ever change and she shouldn't change either". He looked directly at the camera then continued, "You're stuck with me forever".
That night, you called him and cried on the phone to him telling him about how you saw the interview.
"Y/N, you know I care about you" you sobbed even harder.
"I care about you too, forever"
"Forever baby, regardless of the distance"
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inevitability
Part 5 of the Domestic AU (found here)
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âSo, when are you gonna get married?â Tony asks apropos of nothing, looking between him and Davey with keen interest.Â
Jack barely manages to keep from choking on his cereal. Davey, whoâd been in the middle of spreading a bit of lox on a bagel, slowly sets down his knife.
Charlie aims a kick at Tony under the table.Â
âYouâre asking them now?â he hisses. âI thought we were gonna ease them into the idea!â
âThere is no easing them into the idea when it comes to Jack and Davey,â Tony says, his expression tight with the exasperation of the long suffering. âYou gotta give it to âem straight, right from the get go, âcause theyâll never figure it out on their own.â
âHey,â Jack says weakly, but he doesnât have a leg to stand on and they all know it.
âSo, Iâm asking,â Tony determinedly continues as if Jack hadnât said anything. âWhen are you gettinâ married?â
Thereâs a long pause where he and Davey just stare at each other, neither of them quite sure how to respond.
He gets this from you, Daveyâs expression says, clear as day.
I know he does, Jack says with a commiserating look, holding back a sigh.
âWell?â Tony demands when the silence stretches on for too long.
âItâs a little soon to be thinking about marriage,â Davey eventually says, far more delicately than Jack wouldâve managed. âWe havenât talked about it at all yetâ ââ
âBecause we only just got together yesterday, Tony,â Jack dryly interjects. âIn case you forgot about that little detail.â
ââAnd we should probably start with the question of if we want to get married before we jump to the when,â Davey concludes.
Tonyâs nose scrunches up, obviously dissatisfied with this answer.
âOf course youâre gonna get married,â he says, as if this is plainly obvious. âYouâre basically married already, I just wanna know when the weddingâs gonna be.â
âUm.â Daveyâs gone faintly pink. âWell, like I said, Jack and I havenât talked about anything like that yet. Weâre comfortable the way we are now, no need to rush into anythingâ ââ
âAnd since we literally only just got together yesterday,â Jack says again, a little more emphatically, just to make sure the point lands, âgetting married right off the bat would be all kinds of crazy.â
Tony levels him with the flattest look in all of existence. âYouâre crazy if you think you havenât already been married to Davey for years.â
Jackâs voice catches in his throat, a little blindsided by the frank truth of that statement. Daveyâs mouth opens and closes, the rosy flush of his cheeks shading a touch deeper.Â
âWeâre not thinking about gettinâ married just yet,â Jack says once heâs steadied himself, in a tone that brooks no further arguments. âDave and I will talk about it when the time comes, ifâ ,â he stresses clearly, âwe decide thatâs what we want.â
âBut what, exactly, is holding you back?â Tony asks, stubbornly brooking further arguments anyway. âLike, do you have any actual reasons?â
âIâm pretty sure thatâs none of your business,â Jack snipes back. âGiven that thatâll be a conversation between me and Davey.â
âI just donât understand what the big deal is,â Tony says, crossing his arms across his chest. âPretty much nothing would change, except that the next time someone assumes that you two are married, theyâd actually be right instead of simply noticing what was so obvious that even complete strangers clue in to itâ ââ
âTony,â Jack groans.
ââcoming to the perfectly reasonable conclusion that youâre togetherâ ââ
âTony, thatâs enough, we get it,â Jack says.
ââinstead of the inexplicable reality of the situation which was that you were, in fact, not together, despite being in love with each other for eight entire years because youâre idiotsâ ââ
Jack covers his face with his hands.
ââand given that, like, every aspect of your lives are already tangled together, itâs not really that big of a step for you to just go ahead and make it official.â
Jack sighs so hard he feels it in his bones. âIf we promise to talk about this, will you please stop talking about it?â
âEight years, Jack!â Tony cries, impassioned. âThatâs half of my life! Thatâs more than half of Charlieâs life!â
âDo not bring me into this,â Charlie quickly interjects, âI am a passive witness and nothing more.â
âYouâre such a fucking turncoat, Choo-Choo,â Tony mutters with no real heat. âYouâre supposed to have my back on this.â
âMaybe if you could ever actually stick to a plan,â Charlie grumbles back.
âWe will talk about it,â Jack says loudly, interrupting their bickering before it can gain any ground. âOkay?â
Thereâs a moment of blessed silence.Â
Then Tony says, âSo, like, right now? OrâŚ?â
âSure!â Jack says, throwing his hands up in defeat. âWhy not? Clearly, Iâm not gonna get any fucking peace until this is sortedâ
âFinally!â Tony exclaims. âGod, was that so hard?â
ââSo go away,â Jack finishes.
Tonyâs mouth falls open.
âWhat do you mean, go away?â he protests, looking genuinely shocked. âWhy?â
âWhat do you mean, why? Iâm not gonna let you sit here and fucking⌠moderate our conversation, dumbass,â Jack sputters. âGet out!â
âBut I really feel like this is the kind of conversation that needs moderating,â Tony disagrees. âItâs not like either of you have a great track record for effective communicationâ ââ
âAnthony Ethan Higgins,â Jack warns, nearly at the end of his rope.Â
Tony rolls his eyes so hard his whole body moves with the motion. âI am literally just trying to help, you donât gotta get all defensive about itâ ââ
âJesus Christ, Tony,â Jack says, completely and utterly done. âWill you please justâ â Just go somewhere that isnât here.â
âBut are you gonna talk about it?â Tony insists, really digging in his heels. âBecause if youâre just gonna not talk about it the second I leave then I think I shouldâ ââ
âTonio, juro por Diosââ
âTony, honey,â Davey finally steps back into the fray, far calmer than he has any right to be, and somehow, miraculously, Tonyâs mulish expression softens into something a little chagrined. Jack gapes, wrong-footed by the sudden change. âI think youâve made your point and given Jack more than enough heart attacks for one morning, yeah? So why donât you go ahead and give us a few minutes, and I promise weâll talk about it.â
Tony deflates. âYeah, okay.â
âThank you, baby.â
Tony shuffles away, mollified for now. Davey pauses, then says, âCharlie, that means you too.â
âBut I didnât do anything!â Charlie protests. âIâm just sittinâ here, tryinâ to eat.â
He takes an exaggerated bite of his bagel as if to prove his point, eyes extra wide and innocent.
âCharlie.â
âBut my food!â
âTake it with you,â Davey suggests, very patiently.
Charlie looks as though that thought hadnât occurred to him.
âOkay,â he says, scooping up his plate and scurrying after his brother. He hesitates in the doorway, then adds, âMy vote is for an autumn wedding, if that counts for anything.â
âCharlie.â
âGoing!â
Once heâs sure theyâre both gone, Jack heaves another massive sigh.
âTheyâre such a pair of little shits,â he says, to Davey and the world at large. âFucking hell.â
Davey takes a drink of his coffee, holding out his other hand to Jack in offering. Jack reaches over and laces their fingers together, most of his irritation slipping away in an instant at the simple contact.
âBut he is right, you know,â Davey comments.
âI know heâs right,â Jack grumbles, rubbing his thumb gently over Daveyâs knuckles. âDonât mean he ainât a little shit.â
âWell, naturally,â Davey agrees. âHe was raised by you.â
âOh, please,â Jack says with a snort. âThat little spiel of his was all you. âThe inexplicable reality of the situation,â' he echoes, shaking his head. âIt was like hearinâ your voice cominâ outta Tonyâs mouth.â
âAnd it was a well thought-out argument,â Davey says pertly, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a wry little grin. âHis timing could use some work, though.â
âAinât that the fucking truth,â Jack says, huffing out a breath. âDidnât even let us finish eating before he pounced.â
âIt has been eight years,â Davey says, and heâs definitely holding back a laugh. âGuess heâs afraid of a repeat performance.â
âWell....â Jack trails off with a shrug, because that partâs hard to argue with. More than half of Charlieâs life, Jesus. âYeah, but he was talkinâ like he expected us to walk down the aisle this afternoon. I mean, we canât just get married. You donât just get married.â
âMost people donât,â Davey says, tilting his head. âBut then, we arenât really most people, are we, darling?â
It takes a moment for this statement to really register for Jackâ , and when it finally does, it lands with an earth shattering boom.
âAre you sayinâ youâd marry me?â Jack asks, utterly floored, heart pounding an unsteady rhythm in his chest.
âAre you asking me?â Davey asks, calmly sipping his coffee like he isnât rocking Jackâs world, right here over breakfast, for the second time in not even two days.
âYou want to marry me?â
This makes Davey pause.Â
âWhy wouldnât I want to marry you?â he asks, a confused little furrow forming between his brows.
âStop answerinâ all of my questions with questions,â Jack demands, a wealth of feelings bubbling furiously in his chest. âJustâ Youâre serious? Like, youâd really justâ Just like that?â
Davey looks at him, his eyes bright blue and utterly sincere.Â
âJust like that,â he softly agrees. âIf you asked.â
âWell, Iâm not askinâ,â Jack snaps. His face colors immediately: âNo, I didnât mean it likeâ Itâs just, I donât want to seem, I donât wantâcha ta thinkââ
Davey reaches up and gently presses two fingers to Jackâs lips, and Jackâs sputtering slows to a halt.
âBreathe, darling,â Davey says, and the tightness in Jackâs throat eases in the face of Daveyâs warm, steady gaze. âWhatâs got you so worked up about this? I get that it wasnât what we were expecting to have to talk about this morning, but you seem⌠upset.â
âIâm not upset,â Jack says.
Davey keeps looking at him.
â...Maybe Iâm freaking out a little bit,â Jack allows.
âTalk to me,â Davey prompts, giving his hand a comforting squeeze. âWhatâs wrong?â
Jack licks his lips, then blurts, âYou know that Iâm, like, wholly and unshakably in love with you, right?â
Davey blushes, a dash of red pooling high in his cheeks and cutting across the bridge of his nose, his fingers curling even tighter around Jackâs own.Â
âPerhaps not in those exact words,â Davey murmurs, smiling as he stares down at their joined hands. Even his ears have turned redâ âitâs kind of wonderful. âBut I had something of an inkling, yes.â
âAnd you know that if it was just about commitment, if it was just about wanting to, Iâd marry you in a heartbeat,â Jack continues. âWe could go down to the courthouse today, if it was just that. Iâve been ready for youâ âfor usâ âfor years, sweetheart. I love you. You get that, donâtcha?â
Now itâs Daveyâs turn to go speechless.
âOh,â he says. âI⌠thatâsâŚâÂ
âBut itâs not just about wanting to,â Jack says. âItâs not about being ready.â
âThen whatâs it about, Jackie?â
âItâs about makinâ sure we do this right,â Jack explains. ââBout makinâ sure I do this right.â
Daveyâs eyes sweep over his face, searching, then his expression turns tender.
âJack,â he says, his voice full of affection. âYou donât have anything you need to prove to me. Not a single thing.â
âBut I do, cielito,â Jack disagrees. âI need you to know that I donât take you for granted. That youâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me. That Iâd do anything and everything for you. That I love you.â
He lifts Davey hand to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it.
âWhen I propose to you, and I am gonna propose to you one day,â Jack says, intently, holding Daveyâs gaze, âItâs gonna be special. Itâs gonna be sappy. Iâm gonna make sure you understand how absolutely, stupidly in love with you I am. Iâm going to sweep you off your fucking feet, because you deserve that, Dave. You deserve all of that and more.â
âJack,â Davey breathes. âJackie.â
âSo Iâm not askinâ,â Jack finishes. âNot yet. Not today.â
Daveyâs smile is a beautiful thing.Â
âBut one day,â he says, leaning in to press their foreheads together,Â
âOne day,â Jack confirms, and he seals the promise with a gentle kiss. âOne day.â
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Watch Me Bloom: A Few Weeks Ago // Ashton Irwin
Thanks to everyone who read, shared and/or sent a kind word about A Few Months Ago. Iâve never divided up a fic like this before so itâs been both exciting and nerve-wracking, but Iâm so pleased to see the response!Â
The concept for this section came about early on but I revised and retooled it a lot so again, many thank yous to @cal-puddiesââ for the constant (and I mean constant) encouragement, reassurance and support that I require when writing, I know I was especially needy about this one. đ Also shout out to @ashtonangstââ for the last minute notes and vote of confidence on the final revision.
No thanks to Ashton Irwin for distracting me, stealing my thunder and generally being a Gremlin TWICE IN ONE DAY. Heâs the worst and I love him đ
Warnings: Boyfriend!Ash featuring the slightest hint of angst, unprotected sex within an established relationship, shower sex, mirror sex, playful spanking, wow thereâs really not a graceful euphemism for tit fucking is there? Well thereâs elements of that as well as oral sex performed on a male and brief cum play. But like. All in a soft, fluffy context lmao
Word Count: 3390
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You exhale loudly as you shut your laptop and reach for your phone. Youâd arranged to take the morning off, wanting to be with Ashton when news of his album broke online, to watch the chaos unfold, to enjoy seeing him take in all the love and excitement you knew he deserved.
You were grateful to be working from home but itâs often difficult to get away and unfortunately, you woke up to calls about a work emergency, resulting in an unavoidable Zoom meeting that dominated your morning. Ash was understanding but you couldnât help how disappointed you were.
You scroll through the messages from him, smiling at the liberal use of exclamation points and bizarre choice of emojis used to convey his excitement about the screenshots and links heâd sent you. Heâs already getting press and the fans are losing their minds at every new piece of information. Youâre thrilled for him but canât shake how defeated you feel that you werenât able to be there to experience it all firsthand.
You consider heading downstairs to check in but you note heâs probably getting ready to post his official announcement by now. Not wanting to disturb him, you instead decide to head for the bathroom, thinking a hot shower might improve your mood. You stop to answer one last text, reassuring him that (save for the spelling errors you corrected), the draft of his post is excellent and the fans will be ecstatic to hear him confirm the news.
You step under the rainfall shower head and stand still, letting the hot water run over your body, feeling your shoulders drop and your muscles relax. You close your eyes, enjoying the chance to shut off your brain after a morning of feeling so many varied emotions.
After a few minutes, you begin your routine and youâve just finished with your body scrub when you hear footsteps shuffling through the doorway; you turn to see Ashton observing you through the glass shower walls. âWell, hi,â he greets you, tone flirty as his gaze flickers up and down your wet, naked body.
You canât help but feel your mood brighten at his presence. âHi,â you match his inflection, laughing. âAll posted? Officially in business?â
Even through the slight steam you can see the pride on his face. âOfficially,â he beams.
âExcellent,â you smile back. You turn away momentarily to return the sprayer to its mount and chuckle when you hear the shower door. Within seconds, Ash is naked behind you, slinking his arms around your waist and fitting his face into the crook of your neck, swaying with you as he presses quick kisses into your neck. .
âJust announced your very own album and yet youâre still gonna act like finding your girlfriend in the shower is the most exciting thing to happen to you today?â You tease, leaning back against him.
He laughs as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth. âEven in the big moments, gotta take the time to appreciate the everyday ones,â he murmurs, biting gently.
You squeeze his hands as they rest on your hips. âWell, speaking of big moments, I still feel bad that I missed out on this morning, Ash,â you softly admit.
"Baby, it couldnât be helped," he says nonchalantly, sweetly kissing your cheek before spinning you around to face him.
Youâre not quite ready to meet his eyes, so you play with the chain around his neck as you choose your words. âI know, but⌠youâve really made an effort with some of the stuff we talked about, like coming to bed with me or having dinner together. So I kind of feel like Iâm not showing you the same courtesy - and for something so much more monumental,â you point out.
âSweetheart, your work isnât any less important than mine,â he frowns, brushing your wet hair off your face. âI know you wanted to be there and that means a lot, I donât feel slighted at all, I promise.â
Ashton cups your face and kisses you sincerely. When you pull away, you rest your head on his shoulder; he pecks the top of your head and then reaches for the shampoo. You smile to yourself as you feel him begin to apply it to your hair. He gently taps you and you loudly smooch his shoulder before lifting your head and turning your back to him once again. He works the shampoo into a lather, applying just the right amount of pressure with his fingertips to give you a relaxing scalp massage.
Thereâs a cozy tranquility in the air as he grabs the handheld sprayer and rinses your hair out, cutely shielding your eyes when he comes close to your face, having learned from past showers gone wrong. Next he applies your conditioner and while it sets, you have him lean closer to you so you can wash his hair. Itâs the longest and curliest itâs been since youâve known him and you truly canât get enough of it.
You can hear the smile in his voice when he breaks the silence to say, âYou know, itâs pretty sexy that youâre so good at your job the whole company was ready to fall apart just because you wanted the morning off."
âYes, thatâs exactly what happened. Iâm so glad youâre not threatened by my #GirlBoss nature,â you giggle. You scratch your nails over his scalp as you finish lathering his hair and the resulting groan has you absentmindedly biting your lip.
âNever! Plus it means less work for me,â he jokes, yelping as you tug on his hair in response.
You finish up with each otherâs hair, chatting and joking easily. When youâre done, you burrow into his chest again and he hugs you tight against him. âYou OK, love?â He asks.
âYeah, just enjoying being close to you on your special day,â you answer softly, smiling as you trace the trail of water droplets running down his chest. âWanna have something for us to remember it by, this is a nice start. Maybe Iâll order us something good for lunch, set up a fancy backyard picnic.â You lightly kiss along his collarbones as you think out loud.
Ash smiles, running his hands up and down your sides. âSounds nice⌠we could also make a few memories in here.â He wiggles his eyebrows as his hands detour to grab your ass and pull you closer to him. âFeel like celebratinâ, baby?â
You grin. âAh, in a year where youâve already gotten ânew album sexâ and Jesus, how many rounds of ânew single sex,â youâre still playing that card?â You tease, voice wavering because his hands have wandered to your breasts to roll your nipples just the way you like. âSeems pretty greedy to me.â
He responds with a low, smug laugh in your ear, "Can't help it if I'm prolific, sweetheart.â Â
âWell, I am happy to see you so frequently inspired," you tease, hand dropping to give his cock a firm squeeze as you proudly bat your eyes at your innuendo.
He smiles, pulling you in; it'd be sweet if there wasnât such a devilish look in his eye. He gives you a lengthy and lusty kiss, hands roaming over your body, groaning as you work him to hardness. âFeeling pretty inspired to take you like this.â
Heâs barely finished his sentence when he turns you around towards the shower door. You give a satisfied hum as you put your hands out to brace yourself and instinctively spread for him. âAww, thatâs my good girl,â he purrs. You shiver as he traces his fingertips all the way down your spine, starting at your neck and working his way down; once he reaches your ass, he uses both hands to cup it, squeezing and massaging.
You sigh and arch your back, jutting your hips out, wanting him to continue; a loud open palm smack lands across one of your ass cheeks and though you expected it, a half-gasp, half-moan escapes your lips.
He leans in to whisper in your ear, cock brushing against you. âThought I was the greedy one here,â he teases, delivering a strike to your untouched cheek, followed by a pair of rough slaps to each side. Your whines reverberate through the bathroom while his mouth lavishes kisses along your shoulders, hands soothing the reddened skin of your backside.
His hands wander between your legs but you stop him, murmuring, âDonât need it, want you enough already.â
Ash sweetly kisses behind your ear before pushing inside you at an agonizingly slow pace. When he's made it all the way in, without thinking, you breathe out, âYes, finally,â which earns you another quick spank. You giggle, catching sight of his amusingly annoyed reflection in the mirror above the counter across from you.
He playfully nips your shoulder and thrusts into you. As he picks up speed, he notices you biting back a moan. He growls, âUh-uh, let me hear you, baby, wanna know how good my cock feels inside you.â
You rock back against him, hoping itâll earn you another swat and when it does, you whimper loudly. âFeels so fucking good, Ash,â you enthuse. Keeping your balance against the door with one hand, you straighten up to reach behind you and pull him in; he understands, movements slowing as he kisses you hungrily. You tangle your hand in his hair, giving it a tug and he grunts into your mouth.
One of his hands travels to briskly begin rubbing your clit; the pressure is like a jolt of electricity through your body and your hand drops from his hair back to the shower door to steady yourself. âCareful, love,â he rasps, other hand pawing at your breasts.
Nuzzled into him, you stay in that position for a few moments and he moves against you, occasionally pressing his lips to your face. You catch sight of the mirror again and become fixated on watching him as he carefully works your body: the way his hands work in perfect coordination to please you, how his hair falls in his face as he drives his cock into you, how his eyes screw shut and he fusses his lip between his teeth at the sensations of having your pussy wrapped around him.
It fascinates you to see the two of you like that, so loving but also driven by what seems to be a desperate need.  âLook at that,â you pant, stroking his forearm to get his attention. âLook how well we fit together⌠I didn't realize it'd look as good as it feels, babe.â
Ashton groans as he studies your reflection. âWhat a fuckinâ gorgeous sight we are,â he agrees, voice gravelly with lust. âYou always look so unbelievable when I watch you take me, baby.â
You moan at how wrecked he sounds, how wrecked you look, the eroticism of your encounter overwhelming you. âI love seeing us like this, Ash⌠Fuck⌠Wish I could actually see it, see myself taking your cock,â you babble. âMight have to finally make that tape like weâve talked about.â
âFuckinâ hell, baby,â he whispers, fingers digging into your skin. You spread your arms further apart on the door and he smoothly sweeps them behind you, locking them into place with his. Restrained, with nothing to brace you, your front leans completely up against the door and you watch as your tits obscenely bounce off the glass as he speeds up, pounding into you.
You start breathing heavily and he smiles to himself, knowing heâs got you figured out. âShould I be nice and let go so you can touch yourself, baby? Or would that ruin it, since me holding you like this is whatâs getting you off?â He taunts, grip on your arms tightening.
âSo fuckinâ close⌠Ash⌠please⌠fuck, please,â you murmur, unable to take your eyes off the mirror, feeling yourself slowly tense as you watch him manhandle you, seeing yourself so debauched.
Ashton shifts your arms, pinning them back with just one of his, leaving his other free to roam down the front of your body. âBecause you said âpleaseâ,â he smirks, rubbing fast around your clit. You whimper in relief and your head starts to drop down but he nudges it with his own. âNah, baby, watch. Want you to see how beautiful you are when you cum for me.â
âAshhhhh⌠babyyyyy⌠fuuuucckâŚâ Your words come out in staccato sighs as you bounce between his body and the glass; his fingers are steady on your clit and his voice lowly encourages you, telling you how amazing you are, how much he wants to feel you cum. He sounds like he needs this as much as you do. You zone out a little as you pulse around him, watching yourself orgasm through the glass, and as always, itâs his soothing whispers of âso pretty, babyâ that bring you back to earth.
He gently sets your arms back on the door, pressing soft kisses over your shoulders as you come down. His hips have completely stilled, waiting to see how much more youâre capable of handling. âYou good, love?â He sweetly asks, studying your face in the mirror.
"I'm so glad I had to work today," you joke breathlessly. He snorts and bites at your neck.
You feel spent but a thought popped into your head while watching your reflection and you want to explore. âUp for trying something?â You eagerly ask.
âOf course,â he agrees curiously. You push off the door, allowing him to slip out of you and you turn towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
âI know I gave you shit earlier but it really does make me happy that this is how you like to celebrate,â you start, pecking along his neck and jaw, landing at his lips, which you kiss softly. âAnd I just want you to know I really am so so proud of you.â
Ashâs arms wrap around your waist and he smiles brightly. âI know, baby. And Iâm so grateful to have you with me. Every step of the way, you were there to take care of me.â
You kiss him harder, filthier and needier than you did before and his resulting groan tells you heâs caught off guard. You feel him shiver under your touch as you ghost over his nipples before stopping at his new rib tattoo on your way to his abs and then finally gripping his cock.
âWell, I am absolutely going to take care of you right now,â you wink, dropping to your knees in front of him. He laughs at your questionable joke but quickly sucks in a sharp breath when you begin placing wet kisses along his shaft, whimpering as you taste yourself on him. You trace your tongue along the underside of his cock and circle the head for a bit before you wrap your lips around it and gently apply suction. You hear him huff a few times as you keep your attention focused there instead of taking him further into your mouth and you smile at his impatience.
He catches your look and shoots one right back at you. âThought you were gonna take care of me, not torture me,â he smiles.
You let him drop from your lips and firmly tug as you look up, grinning. âI have a feeling when you're cumming all over me, you'll think it was worth the wait.â
Heâs only able to gasp in response because as soon as the last word of your sentence leaves your mouth, youâre taking him as far down as you can. His hands are instantly in your hair, not quite pushing you down but gently applying pressure as you stay unmoving for a beat, holding him in your mouth, enjoying the heavy feeling of his cock on your tongue. You softly move your head back and forth, easing him further towards the back of your throat before you let yourself gag around him and pull off. You repeat this process a few more times, allowing more and more spit to fall from your mouth each time; knowing he loves when you get messy with it.
âFuck, baby, always so fuckinâ good on your knees for me, always know just what I needâ Ashton rambles, provoked at the sight of you pulling back to stroke him with a long, thick string of spit still connecting your mouth to his cock. You beam at his praise while he runs his hand over your face, somehow both tenderly and aggressively. âGonna let me cum all over those gorgeous tits?â
You lean into his touch, mouthing at his hand a little. He takes the bait like you knew he would and pushes his thumb into your mouth, watching closely as you close your lips around it, swirling and sucking before scraping your teeth on it as he pulls it out.
"Is that what you want?" You ask, looking up at him with big eyes as you sit up higher on your knees. "I can also do you one better." You bite your lip in concentration as you guide him between your breasts, using your hands to trap his cock against your body and enclose him.
You've never heard anything quite like the sound he makes when you begin rubbing your tits up and down his shaft, a sound so throaty and new it makes you clench. You continue to massage his length against your breasts, your soft skin and the novelty of the act working in tandem to get him off.
You make eye contact as you spit on his cock and you feel it twitch on your chest as he moans. This fantasy has come up before, usually via sexting while heâs on tour but neither one of you had tried to follow through until now and judging by the noises heâs making, itâs living up to the expectation. You know heâs going to go wild when you breathily encourage, "Come on, babe, I think you should fuck 'em."
Ashton doesn't need to be told twice and immediately starts thrusting vigorously. He practically growls when you flick your tongue out to catch his tip on an upstroke, so you keep doing it.
"Jesus, baaaabyâŚ" he groans, sounding positively undone, his pace unrelenting as he ruts against you. "So hot⌠fuck, so goodâŚ"
You grin at his incoherence, knowing he must be close. "Thought a special day deserved a special treat," you boast. "Ready to cum for me, babe?"
Ash acknowledges your words with a grunt, pulling away from your chest and putting his cock in your mouth again. You bob your head with intent to finish him and you know he's desperate when he gets a bit aggressive, pushing you to take him further down than last time. You've had him in your throat for less than a minute before he starts breathing heavy and pulls out just in time to shoot streams of cum all over your chest.
"Yes, baby⌠fuuuuuck⌠so fuckinâ good to me," he groans rhythmically in time with each spurt. You place the head of his cock on your tongue and milk out the remaining drops, revelling in his satisfied sounds.
He looks in adoration and disbelief at you, covered in his cum, clearly pleased with your work. He helps you off your knees and moves to kiss you when you press a finger to his lips, holding him off while you drag your other hand through the mess on your tits, delivering the substance to your mouth.
"God, I love you, baby," he sighs exhaustedly, kissing you passionately, groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself on your tongue. âThis is so much more memorable than you sitting on the couch reading tweets with me.â
You cackle, pulling away to clean yourself off under the spray. "Well, I love you too," you coo. âAlways happy to celebrate my man.â
Ashton grins and cradles you against him. âGood to know⌠Iâve got some ideas for how we can celebrate the second single coming out next week.â
You giggle and turn, wanting to see his face when you reply, âYou plan that and Iâll take care of the celebration for your video premiere tonight?"
He pulls you closer and smirks, âDeal.â
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The Journey of a Forgotten Soldier (Levi x OC)
Finally, Iâll now be caught up with this fanfiction on Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3. Updates are still going (try) to be on Thursday at 6pm CT.Â
Relationships:
Alana Frey (OC)Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)/Original Female Character(s)Levi Ackerman/Alana FreyFurlan Church/Original Character(s)Furlan Church/Alana Frey
Characters:
Levi (Shingeki no Kyojin)Furlan ChurchIsabel MagnoliaAlana Frey (OC) - CharacterErwin SmithHange ZoĂŤPetra RalGunther SchultzEld JinnOluo BozadoKeith ShadisSpecial Operations Squad | Squad Levi
Additional Tags:
Graphic Description of CorpsesBlood and InjuryViolenceMurder
Summary:
Alana Frey, a girl born in the Underground City, longed to see the true sunlight every morning that she would wake up. Alongside her comrades: Furlan Church, Isabel Magnolia, and Levi, Alanaâs life as a thug continued with no way around it; until the sudden day she and her companions were offered the deal of a lifetime.
âOnce you complete this job, not only will you be generously compensated for your work,
but you will also earn the right to live above ground.â
Word Count: 2.2k
CHAPTER 5: The Survey CorpsÂ
A couple of weeks prior to the quartetâs capturing, an important meeting had taken place. Erwin Smith was accompanied by the Commander of the Survey Corps, Keith Shadies, and the Supreme Commander of the three military branches, Darius Zackly, who sat at his desk.
âI cannot accept that!â Kieth yelled in disagreement at Zackly. However, he paused, discouraged by the look he earned from the Supreme Commander. âSir, have you looked at the proposal I sent you? If itâs put into practice, we should be able to drastically reduce the number of Survey Corps deaths outside the Walls.â
In a low, grumbling voice, Zackly lightly touched the packet of papers that sat on the wooden desk in front of him. The papers had contained a whole new proposition for the regiment. âCommander⌠Keith Shadis. Of course Iâve reviewed your request.â His gaze made its way to the younger blond who stood further back. âThis âlong distance enemy scouting formation.â I hear you developed it, Erwin.âÂ
âYes sir.â
âItâs ingenious. I mean that sincerely.â He put a hand to his chin in thought, his fingerâs ruffling his gray beard. âOn previous expeditions, the corps focused entirely on how to defeat the Titans it encountered. But your proposal puts greater emphasis on how to reduce the number of Titan encounters. This totally original thinking is most admirable.â
âI am honored that you would say so, sir.â
Humanity lived inside of three fifty meter tall, concentric, stone walls: Wall Maria, Wall Rose, and Wall Sina. On the outside of their protection, monsters known as Titanâs roamed around, eating any human in sight. They ranged from three to fifteen meters tall and mostly resemble humans but with... deformities. Most walk on two feet, and some on all fours.
Three Regiments were created in order to keep humanity alive. The Garrison Regiment is the group that maintains and patrols the Walls. If there were to be any emergency, they would help evacuate the citizens to a safer area. Their badge bore two red roses.Â
The second is the Military Police Regiment. They keep order within the Walls and dedicate themselves to protect the King or Queen. Only the top ten training cadets get the option to join them. Despite having the best recruits, they are often known as corrupt and incompentent due to them staying deep within the Walls and far from the dangerous Titans.
Finally, there is the Scouting Regiment. This division is tasked with reclaiming the treacherous land beyond their outer wall, Wall Maria. Despite being very well trained, they suffer many losses and poor results in their reclamation. More often than not, they are under the constant threat of being disbanded by the government.Â
âIf we use conventional formations together with this new formation⌠we should be able to embark on even further-ranging expeditions with fewer casualties.â
The brown haired Commander spoke once more, âGeneral. If you understand it, then whyâŚâ
âI canât get approval of the council.â He replied bluntly. âFor a long time, many members have opposed continuing the expeditions beyond the Walls. In the past, Iâve managed to persuade them to provide funding. But now, even the public doesnât particularly believe in sending you beyond the Walls.â
âOf course. We know that.â
âNow I have Councilman Lovof demanding the outright dissolution of the Corps. He has great influence even in the house of peers, and has a lot of cronies who sympathize with him.â
Commander Shadis began to raise his voice. âBut, sir! If we stop here, all of our sacrifices up till now will be in vain! If we use Erwinâs formation, weâre sure to-â
âKeith. Please understand.â
Erwin spoke out, his voice calm and collected, âHave they already decided to suspend our activities?â
Zackly sighed as he stood from his chair. Peering outside of the window, he responded quietly. âThe council wonât vote on it for another five days, but⌠thereâs probably no way to stop it.â
âUnderstood, sir.â
Commander Shadis and Erwin retreated from Zacklyâs office and into the horse-drawn carriage awaiting them outside. The men sat across from each other on the nicely cushioned seats. Light clomping from horses could be heard from the outside as they began moving towards their next destination.
After a bit of silence, Erwin spoke up, âIt was just as you suspected, Commander.â
â...Yes. So the leader of the dissolution faction really is Nicholas Lovof...â
âAccording to the information Iâve gathered, Lovof has connections to the Lang Company which is delivering goods to the Military Police Brigade. He must be hoping to redirect the funds that will be freed up by suspending our expeditions.â
âIs your information reliable?â Commander Shadis questioned, shocked by the details.
âLovof sent someone to infiltrate the Survey Corps and report on it from the inside. That spy is our source. I believe the information is highly credible.â
âAnd if thatâs true, what do we do about it? Do we appeal to the Commander in Chief? I think that, to some extent, General Zackly is already aware of it.â
âItâs likely that there are circumstances preventing him from going public.â
Their driver slowed the horses to a stop as he hopped off of his seat and made his way to the door of the vehicle. Disrupting the two soldiersâ conversation, he opened the door and notified them that they had reached their destination. âWeâve arrived, sirs.â
Commander Shadis gave him a nod, but sighed at Erwin. âI see. Iâm useless with these political intrigues.â He began to step out of the carriage, but stopped as the blond called out to him.
âSir, would you leave this matter to me?â
âWhatâll you do?â Commander Shadis turned his head over his shoulder, intrigued by the sudden request.
âI have a few ideas.â
âIdeas?â Shadis continued to walk out of the carriage.
âEven if you did have contacts in the nobility, theyâre not the type to be convinced by words alone.â
âYou canât mean⌠Lovof himself?â
âSir. Please donât ask me any more than that. All of these decisions must be mine alone.â
âErwin⌠youâre planning to use some shady method to force Lovof to change his position, arenât you? Even if it is for the sake of the expeditions beyond the Walls, for a young man like you toâŚ,â He paused, worried thoughts filling his mind for his subordinate, âThe palace is a bed of vipers. Do you have a way to get out in one piece?â
âSir.â Erwin stood up, standing in the doorway of the carriage. One of his hands held onto the side and his foot rested on the small running board. His face was stern and determined. âWhen I entered the Survey Corps and fought the Titans face-to-face, I learned exactly how perilous humanityâs situation really is. Wealth, authority, lofty ideals. If the Titans make it inside of the Walls, all of them will disappear in an instant.â His voice suddenly rose, âAnd that is why⌠no matter what four means we must use, we can never abandon our efforts to take this world back from the Titans. Come what may!â
The commander stared at Erwin in shock and his thoughts were scattered. It took him a moment to decide what would be the best course of action. â...very well. I will leave it all to you. No matter what, we must hold onto our hope for the future.â
âYes, sir. And at the council meeting five days from now, we will lose the first arrow in that fight.â
Days later, both Keith Shadies and Erwin Smith were called to Darius Zacklyâs office once again. The older Supreme Commander readjusted his round glasses as his eyes focused on Shadis. âIt passed. I never would have imagined that Councilman Lovof would change his mind. Keith, do you have any idea why he did?â
âNo, sir, not personally.â
Zackly eyed him with suspicion before turning towards Erwin. âI see. There are still many voices calling for dissolution. This time, you got the go-ahead, but I canât guarantee there will be a next time. Youâll have to produce significant results this term if you want to change the situation.â
âYes, sir! Weâll do our utmost!â Both Scouts declared.
âGeneral,â Erwin added, âwhat about the matter we asked about the other day?â
âHm? Oh. You mean the plan for the underground operation? I passed it along to the Military Police.â
âThank you, sir.â
âBut, Erwin, no matter how good they may be with Omni-Directional Maneuvering Gear, are you sure street thugs will be of any use outside the Walls?â
âSir, I happened to see them with my own eyes recently. I believe their skill cannot be overestimated. The man who seems to be their leader, in particular, is on a level beyond even that of even a Survey Corps veteran.â
âIs that so? Remarkable.â
âI intend to make use of anyone who has even the smallest potential during this expedition. But first while Iâm close by, I plan to make contact.â
[~]
âThis is humiliating, plain and simple!â A voice boomed as his fist slammed against a table.
Deep within the capital city of Mitras, securely within Wall Sina, an important meeting was held. Five figures sat at the wooden table inside an older, rundown building shaped like a castle. Each person wore a military uniform with the Survey Corps' badge attached to both shoulders and the front left pocket of their brown jacket. Both Erwin Smith and Keith Shadies were in attendance.
The angered Captain continued his ranting as he turned to Commander Shadis. âAre you honestly telling us to accept criminals into our fold when weâve always held dutifulness in the highest regard!? The morale of the men will plummet if we allow those bottom feeders to join the ranks!â
âI agree with Flagon,â another admitted. âAnd to suggest we take these criminals with us on the next reconnaissance missionâŚâ
âI understand your concerns. But I can personally vouch for their ODM Gear skills,â Erwin said, staying calm and collected as always.
Their Commander was the one who had the final decision on the matter. He was a man in his later years, amber eyes sunken in, with wrinkles and a receding hairline. He was positioned at the end of the table with his arms strongly crossed. âThe new formation that Erwin has been working on is ground-breaking. It takes the emphasis away from how best to kill Titans, and places it firmly on how best to avoid them. I believe itâll greatly reduce the number of casualties we sustain.â
Continuing his argument, Erwin spoke up, âThis formation is likely to become accepted as the norm for our forces.â
âWhat those cretins lack are discipline and manners. It shouldnât take too long to drill it into their skulls. They seem to have brains in their heads. Right, Erwin?â
âCorrect.â
Coming to a conclusion, Commander Shadis stood from his chair. âMeeting adjourned.â
[~]
âAttention!â
The clattering of boots rang through the air in response. About fifty military soldiers were each lined up in an orderly fashion of rows awaiting commands.Â
Commander Shadisâ deep, authoritative voice rose as he continued. âStarting today, these four will be fighting alongside all of you! Introduce yourselves!â
Isabel, Levi, Furlan, and Alana each were dressed in a military uniform as they stood in front of the soldiers on a pedestal type area. However, Levi wore a white cravat around his neck.
âNameâs Levi.â Levi had his arms crossed and spoke with complete indifference. He wanted absolutely nothing to do being here, and he wasnât afraid to show it. This act caught the eyes of almost every soldier and they stared in disbelief at his disrespect.
âLevi, the first thing you need to learn is some goddamn discipline.â Shadis responded in annoyance. âNext!â
Isabel proudly stepped up, head held high. With a solid voice and her thumb pointing towards her, she spoke, âIâm Isabel Magnolia! Nice to meet ya!â
âMy name is Furlan Church.â Furlan introduced himself with a saluted fist on his chest, palm facing down. His eager smile lined his face, and then he turned to Alana who was beside him.Â
Unlike her friends, Alana lowered her chin as she cowered away and her left hand gripped onto the charm on her necklace. Strangely enough, the girl was afraid of the crowd. With a soft, welcoming nudge from the blond, she mumbled. âAlana⌠Frey.â
âSpeak up, soldier!â
She raised her voice and repeated herself. âIâm Alana Frey!â
âFlagon, these three will be assigned to your squad. Look after them.â
âM-My squad, sir?â Flagon, the dirty blond haired captain, looked up to his superior in shock. Just earlier that day, he had been arguing the idea of having them here in the first place.
âAny objections?
âN-No⌠But shouldnât ErwinâŚâ
Shadis cut him off immediately. âErwin is tasked with overseeing all the soldiers. The new recruits will be your responsibility. Is that understood?â
Flagon quickly saluted his commander; right fist on his chest, palm upwards, and the other behind his back. It was the sign of âdevoting your heartsâ. âYes, sir! Understood!â Even with his words, it was clear that he was uneasy about all of this.Â
Especially under Leviâs glare.
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Starcrossed Losers XV (Josh Wheeler xReader)
A/N:Â My eyes hurt from editing this thing so late at night, please enjoyÂ
Words: 4,700
Warnings: None!
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Whatâs up, Iâm officially fucked.
I donât know how to narrate everything as it went down, I donât have superpowers and I didnât see it from above, also I was too busy trying to not self combust while Josh was kissing me.
Iâm stupid. You knew that donât pretend this came as a surprise, Iâm dumb. I gave up my last braincell for my overalls, I have nothing left.Â
Thatâs not important right now, Iâll go back to tell you the story, just be warned: Things donât get prettier.
So Josh just kissed me, Iâm standing there avoiding physical contact until a voice inside my head (one that sounds a lot like Wesley) screams to me: MAKE YOUR MOVE!
I pull him down by the collar of his shirt and close my eyes tightly, kissing him back. All I can think right now is âPlease, donât regret this after itâs overâ and I mean it for both of us.Â
The problem is that I suffer a little bit of post-traumatic stress, so when He kissed my mind went: âOh fuck he just did the same thing that Alex did, what if he doesnât feel good after, what about me? How am I feeling?âÂ
The answer is: Iâm terrified. I feel so many things, great things, beautiful things, but Iâm scared shitless.
After he steps back, eyeing me up like heâs waiting for a reaction.
Iâm trying to collect myself. Iâm panicking, What the fuck did just happened?
âShit,â Itâs the first thing that Josh says.
I keep my eyes closed, I feel that I will start crying if I look at him. It wonât be a sad cry, itâs more like Iâm so scared of what Iâm feeling right now I regret every decision Iâve ever taken. I donât wanna hurt Josh by saying something I donât mean just cause Iâm scared, my whole body is shaking and Iâm so cold that Iâm not even blushing, I canât move.
âY/N?â Josh takes another step back, I hear him a bit further away than before, âAre you... are you okay?â
I take a deep breath, I have to be brave. I slowly open my eyes but keep them fixed on the ground where Josh is standing, all I can see itâs his shoes.
âIâm fine,â I rasp, â... I could use a moment to calm downâ
âI blew it,â Joshâs feet move, walking in circles, âY/N Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry please donât get mad, I did it without thinking. I mean I was thinking but fuck I just wanted to kiss you, I-â
âJosh,â I speak up, closing my eyes again and holding the bridge of my nose, âPlease donât say you regret it. Donât say you donât have feelings for meâ, âyou donât get itâ
His footsteps come into a halt.
âThen explain it to me,â He says softly.
âI-â
âY/N! Josh!â I look up and I meet Angelicaâs glare, âDonât fucking disappear like that!â
âSorry, An,â I apologize, walking over to her and putting a hand on her shoulder for comfort, âweâre making sure the limits of the mall are safe again, you know, from bombs or somethingâ
âThey didnât put things, they took them,â She says, fuming, âyou need to come back inside right nowâ
âOkay,â I frown.
âWeâre right behind you,â Josh is standing next to me. I feel a shiver run down my spine.
Angelica nods and goes back to the mall without even noticing how stiff Josh and I look. I turn to him, still not able to look at him in the eyes.
âIâm not upset... many things happened tonight and I think we should take care of that first. Donât you?â
âTotally, I agreeâ Josh replies, I know heâs lying.
âLetâs go back,â I mumble, walking away.
Okay, then Josh likes me and I like him back. Why am I scared?Â
Iâm scared cause this takes my freedom away, if I take it all in that means Iâll stay with Josh, cause I like him. There are things that Iâll never be able to change, if I start something with Josh Iâll do everything to make him happy. Everything.Â
My loyalty scares me.
I have to learn how to control that part of me, to not give myself away so easily. What if he tries and fails to be a better man? Iâll be in love with an asshole, Iâll be blind to his acts.Â
Or... maybe I wonât.Â
Josh doesnât try to follow me when we enter the mall, he goes to the mattress store and says something about changing his clothes. I do the same.Â
I feel safe with my overalls back on, instead of my lime-green skates I put on the baby-blue sneakers, and since itâs still late and Iâm freezing I look around for a jacket, I find a black hoodie. I think itâs a manâs hoodie since it reaches my butt and the sleeves are gigantic. It makes me feel safe though, so I keep it.
My hair feels odd so I tie it and then make my way back to the main hall. Most of the kids are there, picking up some things and sharing sad looks of weariness.
âY/N?â I look to my left, a girl that I think itâs Leila approaches me, she has a deep cut above her eyebrow, âCan you help me?â
âSure,â I give her a small smile, âlet me find Alex and Iâll meet you back in the pharmacy, okay?â
She nods and walks away, I feel a different kind of fear as I watch her go. These kids are sort of our responsibility now, all of them. They almost died because of some stupid beef Turbo has with Wesley and Josh, thatâs not right.Â
Did we save these kids, or did we just turn them into Turboâs next target?
I find Alex already in the pharmacy, heâs curing kids, still wearing his suit. When he notices me I see relief in his eyes, maybe he thought that I had been taken. Either way, Iâm here and ready to help.
Leila appears soon after, I ask her to sit on the bench in front of me and I start to clean her cut.
âAre you alright, Al?â I ask while looking for bandaids.
âI could ask you the same thing,â He replies, finishing up with a kid and waiting for the next to sit, âHowâs your hand?â
âNot that bad,â Iâm honest this time, itâs not hurting as much as the side of my head Maya so kindly stepped on, âI didnât get to use it muchâ
âIâm fine,â Ales shrugs, âa few bruises but nothing I canât handle.â
âYou should change, weâll be here for a while,â I tilt my head, watching as most of the kids form a line, all to get their wounds treated.
âIâm not uncomfortableâ
âYouâll be, eventually,â I give him a severe look, âcâmon, I can handle this on my own for a while, the kids wonât go anywhere... I wonât go anywhereâ
â...Okay,â He sighs, nodding towards the boy in front of him to let him know heâs done curing his cuts, âIâll be back soonâ
âSweet,â I respond without paying much attention.
The line moves slowly as I clean and take care of cuts, bruises, and even a few broken fingers. Those were tricky, luckily Alex came back and used his boy scout skills to make several splints. That took us most of the night. Once we were done I saw Alexâs intentions of asking me if I had taken a decision so I escaped with the excuse of counting our supplies things that were lost. I did the same with the people.
I finished the list and handed it to Angelica.Â
The final result was this:
They took our food and water, along with Jayden, girl Jaden, Gabriel, Zoey, Carly, other gay Josh, and Jayden. Angelica said she would go tell Josh so I decided to go over to where Eli and Wesley are and have a chat with them before things get uglier.
âI donât think you understand exactly how much you just fucked our group,â I say as soon as I get to them.
âNo no, I donât think you understand how fucking dumb locking us up is,â Eli retorts, âWe were just trying to protect the kidsâ
âBy killing a guy?â I scoff, âThatâs not fair to Joshâ
âWho cares?â He asks, âJosh never did shit for us, did he? I had the mall first! He didnât find them a home, he just took it from meâ
âYouâre still not over that?â I roll my eyes, âYou almost kill Josh over the stupid mall? Seriously?â
âNo. I almost kill Josh because that was the right thing to do, considering that Turbo has the strong, fully armed tribeâ
âYou have no morals. Who cares if Turbo had all that? He still lost, you know. We wouldnât have had to fight if Wesley had spoken earlier,â I look over at Wesley, who is deadly quiet, âJosh wouldâve understood. He wouldâve helped you find a solution.â
âJosh being nice to you doesnât mean heâs like that with everybody,â He replies indifferent, âmaybe he wouldâve tried to help me, but this wasnât his problem, it was mineâ
âWhen Sam was missing it was only Joshâs problem and you helped him find herâ
Wesley shifts uncomfortably in his place, not looking at me.
âY/N, You donât get it.â
âYouâre right, I donât,â I say harshly, âI thought you had changed, Wesley. I was wrong, youâre still backing up the wrong people. And Eli,â I look at the boy, sincere hurt spreading on my chest, âI voted for you, you know? I never forgot it was you who got the mall first, I was thankful for thatâ
Eli avoids my stare, he maintains his attitude of not giving a shit, but I notice that his fists are tightly closed.
Angelicaâs voice gets closer and I turn around to see her with Josh beside her. He looks terrible, I just hope is not my fault.
âDonât blame us,â Eli interrupts their chat, âwe tried murdelizing Josh so this wouldnât happenâ
âThatâs a confession,â Says the girl that I think itâs Jessica.
âI didnât say blit,â Eli frowns.
âYou said you tried to kill Josh,â Angelica adds.
âNot what I saidâ
âIt isâ
âThe you misheard meâ
âI recorded itâ
As they argue I keep my eyes fixed on them until Joshâs stare is impossible to ignore. I turn to him with my voice caught in my throat, unable to say anything, a joke, or a comforting phrase. Josh is frowning but is more a worried frown than an angry one.Â
He probably has a lot in his head right now, disappointed that things arenât going how he wanted. Well Wheeler, thatâs another thing we have in common.
âIf youâre looking for bad hombres then look around,â Eliâs voice brings me back and makes me look away from Josh, âthese kids are here illegally. They didnât come through an authorized port of entry. They didnât apply for asylum. This is an invasionâ
âYou are so not helping yourself right now,â I reply, stepping closer to him as Josh steps away to see Wesley, âthese kids could save your ass from being kicked outâ
âYou canât kick me out of MY mall!â He defends.
âThe mall is not yours only!â I exclaim, âWe all deserve to be here!â
âYou didnât put all the safety traps, I did. You didnât make sure everything was still working when the nuke dropped. I did,â He leans closer, âI have the right to stayâ
What upsets me the most is that he has a point, we kind of invade his place. Although itâs big enough for all of us and he should be less whiny about it, he did make all the hard work for us.
âI trusted you,â Josh speaks behind me, âwe were friendsâ
âYou know how youâd do anything for Sam Dean or Y/N?â Wesley asks, âI get thatâ
I try to ignore the fact that he added me into the question like Iâm on the same level as Sam, like Josh is that interested in me. Right now it causes me nothing but distress.
âItâs just,â He continues, âyou donât know Turbo the way I doâ
âWhat else have you lied to me about?â Josh asks bitterly.
Something weird happens, itâs brief but I notice. Wesley looks at Angelica and I see her flinch, she steps in to interrupt them.
Theyâre hiding something.
âWe should make sure Triumph is still locked up,â She says, âIâll go checkâ
âAlright,â Josh mumbles.
âYou canât go alone,â I interrupt, âIâll go with youâ
âNo, we need you here,â She shakes her head, then leaves without waiting for a response.
âWho?â I ask in confusion.
âWhat are we gonna do about them?â Asks Jessica.
âWhy are you asking this dope?â Eli sneers, âJosh is such a wuss, his cock dropped off, hitchhiked to San Diego and is now getting his realtorâs license, all just to get away from Joshâ
âSometimes I wonder how were you so smart to put all those traps when all that comes from your mouth is so disgustingly stupid,â I say tiredly.
Josh gives him one exasperated look before turning back to Jessica.
âWhy are you asking me?â
âI was asking to the both of you,â Jessica says, now looking at me as well, âwe trust youâ
Josh and I share the same startled look, heâs the first one to react.
âI donât know what to do about these assholes,â He half-laughs, âlook Iâm not a judge or a lawyer. Iâm just a kid, same as Turbo except... Turboâs a spoiled brat who throws temper tantrums.â
âI still canât believe he did all of this just cause he had a jealous fit,â I cross my arms, âhe hurt innocent kids cause he thought Wesley was cheating, what kind of sick idiot does that?â
âHe is never gonna leave me or us alone,â He looks back at me, âI donât know if you saw her, but Maya was with him too. Sheâll do anything to get back at youâ
âI know,â I nod, feeling my mouth dry, âshe tried to kill me last night, if it wasnât for Alex...â
âI know,â Now heâs the one avoiding my eyes, âI donât know how, but we need to take him out for goodâ
âTyler told me Turbo got hurt by one of his weapons,â I reply, âthat means we are not the only ones trying to get rid of himâ
âWhat are you suggesting?â Jessica asks.
âI... I donât know,â Iâm frustrated with all these roads that take us nowhere, âwe could look for a way to reach the right person, talk to them and convinced them to help... I just donât know how or whoâ
âWhat about Wesley and Eli?âÂ
âI think...â I look over my shoulder to see my former friends.
I know I donât have the courage to kick them out, not after Wesley got the medicines I needed to cure Josh and Eliâs right about how he arrived at the mall first.
âI think we have enough problems, better to lock them here instead of kicking them out. Keep your enemies close, right?â
I hear a few whispers of agreement and I feel a wave of relief washing over me. One less thing to worry about.
âJessica, could you stay and keep an eye on them?â I ask, âIâll send Alex your way in a moment with food for them and more indicationsâ
âOkay,â She nods, sitting in front of the store.Â
The rest of the kids scatter and Iâm left with Josh, who is back with the intense stare. I feel calm enough to talk now. Iâm still afraid, but itâs better if I also fix this once and for all.
âCan we talk?â I turn to him suddenly, making him jump.
âYes,â He replies, quickly taking my good hand and walking to where the storage elevator is.
Once weâre there he lets go of my hand and stands as far as he can, I get the message that he thinks that Iâm mad, or maybe heâs the one whoâs mad.
âListen I-â
âI donât want-â
We speak at the same time and we stop, waiting for the other to start again, then I nod to him so he can speak first. Josh takes a deep breath.
âI shouldnât have kissed you without asking first,â He says, âI let my emotions take over me again and before I knew it I was kissing you. Iâll understand if you want to stay away from me for a while, or if you want to go somewhere else with Alex.â
Heâs not looking at me and his arms are crossed. Heâs defensive because he thinks Iâll reject him.Â
I donât know if Iâm going to reject him.
âThings are complicated,â I nod, ânot only between us, is complicated outside too. Turbo wants your head and Maya wants mine, theyâre working together against us. If you really think about it the kiss is the least of our problemsâ
I try to make him laugh but I fail miserably. Josh is really upset about this whole incident.
âItâs the only thing that I really care about,â He replies, âY/N when I met you things were different and we wanted different things, we didnât mean to stay. Things happened and we started talking and... maybe I changed my mindâ
âWhat do you mean?â I say, though I definitely know the answer.
âI like you,â He looks up, âreally like you. I like being around you, I feel like I have someone that gets me and I get you. Things just seem... easyâ
I feel weird, I could hug him forever but also Iâm about to have a breakdown.Â
âHow long have you felt this way?â I say with a shaky breath.
âLong enough to know is real,â Josh shrugs, âI was going to ask you to the dance and all... but Alex did it first.â
Before I can reply, Josh starts rambling.
âI donât know why Iâm telling you this when I know you donât like me, itâs stupid. Alex is here now and all Iâm doing is making you uncomfortable. You were being a good friend and I was stupid enough to think that maybe there was something going on between us-â
âYouâre right,â I interrupt him, âI mean, youâre wrong about me not liking you. Youâre right about the something between us.â
âWhat?â His arms fall to his sides.
âI have a massive crush on you, Josh.â
Saying it outside my head is weird, this is the first time Iâve ever confessed directly to a boy. It took me a while but Iâm doing it... now what?
âYou do?â He frowns.
âI was already into you when you recovered from your severed finger,â I chuckle nervously, âand I chose that stupid song for the soundtrack of our lives cause it made me think of usâ
âIt did?â Joshâs brain has short-circuited, considering heâs only capable of saying two words every time he opens his mouth.
âItâs cheesyâ I shrug, âI thought that youâd understand what I was trying to say but I guess I was being too cryptid. Who couldâve guessed that anyway? I was just being dramatic. My head is too full of fanfic crapâ
âI...â Josh struggles to find words, Iâve noticed that happens when heâs under a lot of stress, âwait, give me a minuteâ
âAlright,â I move closer, âdonât pass out right now, weâre in the middle of something hereâ
âYeah, I know sorryâ He bends over to support his hands on his knees, âIâm just trying to understand how am I such an idiotâ
âI was oblivious too,â I add, trying to calm him down.
âI thought you and Alex were dating nowâ
âBut I told you we were just friends,â I giggle.Â
Iâm obviously so nervous that Iâm about to pee my overalls.Â
...Thatâs something I never thought I would say.
âYou went to the dance with him and got matching outfits. Who does that?â He inquires, âI thought that maybe after everything that happened you decided to give him a second chance"Â
âHoly shit,â I gasp, âAlex and I love being dramatic, the matching outfits is something common between us... this is our second chance, Josh. Alex and I are giving our friendship a second chanceâ
âSo... youâre not dating him?â
âI am notâ
âBut when I kissed you...â
I know itâs the worst time to think about the soundtrack of my life, but at the back of my head, I keep hearing the chorus of this one, product of our bizarre conversation.
âI kissed you back,â I admit, suddenly our mutual anxiety makes this conversation easier, âyou know how I feel about being tied to someplace, or someone, if Iâm being honest I got scared, I felt all these things and I donât know how to deal with them. Worse yet, I didnât know how you would react after. Alex told me he knew he didnât like me after he kissed me, you did the same thing so I was afraid because...â
âI know I'll stay, I know I'll stay Right there with you...â
âThat I would realize Iâm not into you?â I look away, he steps closer and then his fingertips touch my skin, âY/N, when I kissed you I felt a lot of things. All of them were positive.â
âThatâs good to hear,â I reply in a high-pitched voice.
âYouâre still scared about what could happen if we... you know, if we start something?â Josh asks me, I feel his hand moving from my wrist to my shoulder.
âIf I don't know The wind will carry me So just hold tightâ
âI donât know,â I look down to his lips and then back up at his eyes.
âOkay, hereâs a thought,â He says lowly, âWhat if we just donât think about it? What if we just... do itâ
I have few seconds to respond to that, I use them hurriedly, forcing something out of my mouth.
âIt sounds difficult,â I feel my heart thumping against my ribcage, âbut Iâm kind of tired of boys stealing kisses from me and never coming backâ
âItâs your choice,â His breathing is slow, his hand is softly touching my cheek, moving little hairs away from my face âwhatever you want, Iâll followâ
We hear rushed steps towards us and I jump back. I was supposed to send Alex to Jessica.
âFuck, I have to send Alex with Jessica,â I pass a hand over my face, trying to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in my brain.Â
Angelica and Crumble appear, theyâre on their way to see Triumph.
âHi losers,â Angelica watches us carefully, âwere you making out in here?â
âGet out of here,â Josh huffs, I can see him blushing.
âI was just asking,â Angelica rolls her eyes, âsee ya in a bit, Crumble is coming with meâ
âBe careful,â I reply.
They walk out and Josh and I share a look. The moment is hella ruined, yet thereâs this buzzing feeling around us, one that the experts would call: Sexual Tension.
âWe should go back,â I mumble, pointing over my shoulder with my thumb.
âYeah,â Josh sighs, then he walks past me and smiles briefly.
I smile back.
I donât know whatâs going on inside my body but sure is something big, I donât even feel like I have organs in there anymore. More like a mush of melted butterflies... that does not sound nice at all. Iâm so sorry. I was trying to explain with other words that Iâm freaking out. Â
Not relevant! The point is... I think Josh and I are almost a... couple?
I wonât put a label on it yet, Iâll just wait and see what happens from here.
And what happens from here will surprise you! Click on the next page to find out.
...
Bad joke? Iâm sorry, I do awful jokes when Iâm nervous.
I go over to Alex and tell him he needs to stay and watch over Wesley and Eli while we find a way to fix this. My indications come with a list of four kids that will take turns with him so they can take long breaks. It has my signature at the bottom, so they know heâs not making things up. Then he asks me about Josh.
âI talked to him but I donât actually know if something will happen between usâ
âBut?â He smiles, âCâmon! I know that face, something happenedâ
âHe kissed me last night,â I cut him off before he starts screaming, âWe arenât together! I think weâre not. Itâs complicated.â
âYou will be,â He smirks, âitâs just a matter of time, I can see it. Thereâs no way he wonât fall in love with youâ
âShut up, nerd.â
âFair enough,â He shrugs, âmark my words thoughâ
âGo with Jessica.â
âFine. See ya,â Alex looks over my shoulder and his smile grows, âenjoy your dateâ
âMy what?â I frown, turning around I see Josh walking up to me. I roll my eyes, âAlex for fuckâs sake...â
Heâs gone now, so he doesnât hear me. Josh stops in front of me and puts his skateboard on the table on my right.
âIs it broken?â I ask, leaning closer to examine it.
Josh shakes his head.
âIâm just restoring a few partsâ
âHow long have you had it?â
âSince the nuke, about... Seven months?â
âI see,â I settle with just standing there next to him. Itâs enough, I donât even feel awkward about it.Â
I should though, Iâm staring at him like a creep. Luckily he doesnât seem to mind and starts to make small talk. We chat casually and act like nothingâs changed.Â
My brain doesnât agree with us since its screaming âKISS HIM! KISS HIM! I LOVE HIS FACE!â
Itâs embarrassing and Iâm glad he canât read minds.Â
You can read mine though, so uh, Iâm sorry for that.
KJ appears beside us, I see her struggle with something and Iâm about to ask whatâs wrong when she speaks. In English.
âYouâre right. Turbo needs to go.â
I look at her with wide eyes, Josh looks up, slowly realizing who is talking to him.
âAnd now itâs the perfect time to do it. When heâs injured, hit by an arrow during the battle,â She speaks quickly, like she doesnât want the rest of the kids to hear her, âUnfortunately, these mall kids are pure priss. Theyâre not even the kids who got picked last kickball. No, these are the kids who had a doctorâs note to get out of gym because theyâre allergic to danderâ
Josh takes a second to process whatâs happening, then he asks:
âYou speak English?â
âWe are in America,â KJ replies matter of factly.
âEnglish?â He replies, raising his voice.
âJosh!â I exclaim, looking around.
âYou knew this?â He looks over at me, utterly confused.
âYes?â I say nervously, âShe didnât want anyone to know so I kept it a secret...â
âThat was nice of you,â KJ smiles politely, then looks back at Josh, âwe all do what we need to survive. Suburban whities ignore anyone who doesnât look and sound like you. People say anything around me because they think I donât understand shit and that nets me informationâ
âThatâs better than hiding in giant trash containers,â I agree.
âWhat?â Josh looks over at me.
âThatâs how I used to spy on people.â
âIntel is the only currency that anyone can trade on,â KJ continues, ignoring my comment, âYou wanna take out Turbo? You need a tribe with skillsâ
Josh stares at her for a few seconds.
âEnglish?â He asks again, loudly.
KJ sighs heavily and rolls her eyes. I grab him by the arm and pull him with me, then I put my other hand on KJâs shoulder and take them to a more private area.
âThis will take a while...â
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Why:
#but i spent my whole life absolutely CONVINCED that wings belonged on my body. it just... tok me a good long while to figure out Why.
#Oh THAT'S why everyone's freaking out over that post.
#at first I was like ''Wow this is Srentha to the core!'' And then I read ''why this unreasonable answer at the sight
#honestly this is why i'm basically addicted to empty-mind meditation?
#??? why do people do these awful things to Good People though
#i don't know how or why and i don't remember ever having Learned about That Letter? but my mind automatically knew it was 'hath' somehow
#Of course that DOES beg the question of why a LORd of CHAOS doesn't... you know. CHANGE it? ??
#first of all: REM WHY ARE YOU COMING to OHIO of all places???
#okay but. randy how did they MEET what's the STORY why are they HATING on TEXAS
#or like. a Sarcastic Joke because cyborg was once like ''why aren't you miss mary sunshine''?
#''What are you DOING. You RUN. ALWAYS RUN.'' and i was like. ''why bother getting into adventures if you're gonna RUN though..''
#I don't know why but I always score better on Customer Service Questionaires when I choose responses like ''I'm sorry
#i've never seen that still before and I CAN;T FATHOM WHY because that is FANTASTIC!
#I don't know why but ''novice suddenly ends up with super incredibly powerful abilities'' is one of my FAVORITE TROPES!
#I have no idea how/why but these just gave me Massive Leyla and Srentha Feels.
#my usual turnaround time for Dreams to Real Life is about two weeks. not sure why but it happens to like 7 people in my immediate family
#Especially with the bells. I don't know why but bells always remind me of that place. ~<3
#Nobody intrinsically knows how to solve problems that hurt another person. That's why COMMUNICATION is so important!
#also: Good Post re: Why Danny is So Actually-Great
#why does everyone spell ''bear with me' like that?
#i know right? Why did I never think of that??
#why do i love this so much
#that's basically why Evanescence became my favorite band. it's not all romo-/sexually-centric
#i've always read it the same way and didn't notice Why Everyone Stopped Liking Her but that also brought that particular Change to light...
#groans eternally in Tumblr's direction. why even bother with all these updates.
#Oh THAT'S why Eda could do glyphs! /joke
#thaaaat's probably why Fancie Word Choice has always been a strength in my writing.... {lD;;;;;
#velvet and sheer... why have I never seen that combination before? It's GLORIOUS
#That's probably why he's so good at spontaneous Travelling too. Lots of practice when trying to find her... /owo
#This is why House and Senate votes count though! The President may have a lot of control over the military but a strong H+S
#I know MC Escher was a master of this (whatever This is) and that's why he's one of my favorite artists.
#okay but I'm intensely curious why he didn't have a plan to take HIMSELF out and thought he'd have to rely on THEM dsfndsgmfhdgj
#I wonder why he'd need to attack/defend while shifted? Can he also use such magic when he's not shifted?
#but I think that variety is why her every new album is so refreshingly Different. Â Her singing ALONE improves so MUCH with every album!
#the only difference is that I imagined the fire came with smoke and that's why her gasp was so strangled and she grabbed her throa
#honestly this is why i'm basically addicted to empty-mind meditation?
#i'm cleaning my room and i misplaced it. badfnmkngjf;lk this is why i hate cleaning
#but scenes like this are why i love DC's latest gen of animated movies
#that Friends As Family theme was super important to why i love the 80's comics too..........
#this is why i read fanfic
#i think she feels slighted in some way but i can't pinpoint Exactly Why let alone HOW.
#and it's like.. Halfo f why lapis's characterization is so Shaky for me? Because the girl barely talks??? And she has like 7 Speech Modes
#^^^^ GUYS THIS WAS ALERINA. This is the environment Dove was raised in! This is why losing her mother tore her apart! ^^^^^
#This is so so SO important and delves deeply into why language is so important for learners and general humanity alike. ~<333
#that's why my tag for Old People Stories isn't specific to any generation. it's just Shitty Adults Being Shitty
#I write primarily about OCs and I know that's why my readership is so low. I write stories for a Dead Fandom that has declined sharply.
#you know? so that's why my Affirmations Tag is like 60% Steven UniversE Content at this point. 8F It's Helping Me Learn!
#It's a CIRCADIAN THING not an INSOMNIA THING. I don't know why my doctors don't believe it's NOT the same as INSOMNIA
#oh is THAT why my love language is ''all of them''?
#and i hardcore headcanon ry ouwearing glasses when he gets older. so why not?
#i Suck at the aCTUAL DRAWING art but i'm i na bit of a fallow period with the org and personal life. so why not?
#i'm already planning an aviary for the doves. so why not? (they'd be Very Separate from teh raven though. for obvious reasons)
#let's add to the Emotional Whiplash of Today pile. sure! why not!!
#but i got the dvd and i have vlc so why not use them i guess? i already had it in the drive for the extras and this way there's .....
#She can hop dimensions so why on Earth-- ALL the Earths-- hasn't she Been Relevant to ANY multi-timeline crisis yet???
#yes of fucking COURSE Dove and the rest are in Team Transition too!! Why on Earth-- on ANY earth! wouldn't I transition them too?!
#so why on earth did danny chase get shafted so hard?????
#about WHY or if she's GONNA be OKAY or HOW or--
#So gentle and soft and concerned and really quite quiet and subtle... which might be why others didn't pick up on the Love Vibe
#but the last one I reblogged didn't have that specified! 8O i don't know why one of my special interests is Unusual Instruments
#why WOULDN'T you snog a snitch if it could bring your dead loved ones back though? Why on Earth WOULDN'T you???
#but it's about ''they're very different. but they're friends!'' It just never talks about why or how that's important.
#(i think that's her full name for some reason but i don't know why or when i heard/saw it. somebody please correct me if i'm wrong!)
#I must be an Asker. I've never understood why people are so convinced they Can't Say No if someone asks?
#i also think PTSD makes you react to fear Differently from Pure Adrenaline Responses... but i can't unravel Why right now
#And also at the time I couldn't fathom why someone would think she was autistic. because i didn't know myself
#god this foreshadowing was just. so sincere and heart-rending and when this episode came out I *DID* wonder why she'd say that...
#I'm STILL trying to figure out why Srentha thought Dove was confessing that she has heartworm. (i know she Does Not in fact
#at first I was like ''Wow this is Srentha to the core!'' And then I read ''why this unreasonable answer at the sight
#i can't figure out why though
#If my Harmony Core theory is correct: it would explain why they're playing their music So Hard.
#the fact that my first reaction was ''why though'' is..... concerning?
#raven's like How? Why The HELL. and dove doesn't have a good answer besides ''it felt like i needed it.''
#fun fact: i misread this as ''zatana zatara / MICHIGAN '' and i was like... ''why the fUCK--''
#i don't know why there's all this fanart of
#and also sugar skulls are delightful but you should really know what they MEAN and REPRESENT and WHY they're sweet and flamboyant
#if someone is passionate; angry; or distressed over a topic: She doesn't always understand WHY until they EXPLAIN it. If they do at all.)
#oh hey why was THAT line never a meme
#this is why we need
#but that doesn't make it any less FRUSTRATING because I've been wORKING THROUGH the pptsd and why won't it STOP?
#(because that's why we have to pay for everything from movies to individual channels now. let's be real)
#i've never understood why winter and fall were the only ~fashionable~ seasons for wearing black.
#I mean to be FAIR some of the government DID mobilize and that's why we got the Stimulus Bill.
#But DC... this bullshit is why we can't have nice things
#and as soon as I looked it up: y first thought was ''Oh is that why we call them Abner?'' My second was ''Is that what *I* am?''
#also if you're as powerful as zee it probably comes second-nature so why WOULDN'T you throw it around to stop an argument?
#okay but if SPINEL doesn't know then how/why would BLUE know
#what? no i didn't just stare at this for a solid two minutes and read it over five times. no.. why would I do that?
#that's because it's not ''cool'' to hate on it so why would it be ''cool'' to like it ironically?
#why WOULDN'T you snog a snitch if it could bring your dead loved ones back though? Why on Earth WOULDN'T you???
#but it's not like a ragey angry thing. it's like........ war of attrition? why yes i think i WILL sign the 47th petition for the same thing
#over and over again and rewound and replayed until i got the whole spell written down. why YES I'm a little hyperfixated! why do you ask!!!
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If the Spit Hits the Fan Pt VI (Glee)
Have another chunk of WIP. Itâs...going. Somewhat.
Follows pt I, pt II, pt III, pt IV and pt v.Â
Going back to school the next week isn't exactly a joy. Being thrown into a bigger role with practically no preparation had meant skimping on schoolwork in order to manage, meaning he's got some catching up to do now. Only he's also got the final days of campaigning for class president to do. And trying to be supportive when it comes to his dad's campaign.
He kind of wishes he had it in him to just bow out of the election. With Tony on his resume Kurt doesn't need it to pad his application any longer, and it's quite honestly more of a hassle than it's worth. However, it's not who he is. Kurt Hummel doesn't back down just because things are difficult, and this isn't going to be the first time. Of course, he might have, under other circumstances but not this time. Rachel's already withdrawn, meaning his opponents are down to Rick the Stick and Brittany. Which...no.
Brittany's a dear, but Kurt doesn't see her as a viable candidate. Not just because she shouldn't even be allowed to run, what with her GPA and everything, but because she's just running to make Santana happy. She wouldn't know what to do should she win.
And yet, all of the reasons why she isn't a good choice withstanding, Brittany's still the better option. Having someone clueless and probably useless is better than someone who's definitely useless, a bully and who knows how to use any and all position to treat others like shit.
Neither is a truly good option though, and so Kurt's hanging in there even though he'd rather not.
He wins. Only he doesn't. And that's not even the worst part.
âYou want to suspend me? Not only are you taking senior class president away from me, but you want to suspend me as well? No.â
Kurt glares at Mr Figgins and Mr Schue â and why is he here anyway? â and raises a hand when they begin talking.
âI didn't cheat. So why should I be the one punished here?â
âWe have witness to you sharing your plan.â
âOh my god. I made a joke. I was worrying that beating the candidate who promised to walk around topless if she won â and I'm still waiting for an official reaction to that, by the way â and made a stupid joke about stuffing the ballot boxes. Like John F Kennedy.
âBut that was all it was, a joke. This? Wasn't me. It's clear someone decided to sabotage the election.â
âPlease.â Mr Schue. Why can't he just shut up and stop pretending like he cares? âAre we supposed to believe someone else stuffed the ballot boxes with your name, as a sabotage?â
A part of Kurt wants to just let them do this, to lie down and let them walk all over him, and then go home and cry. Call Sebastian â since no one else is likely to believe him â and complain about how unfair all of this is. But.
He couldn't fight being passed over for Tony. He couldn't fight Blaine disappearing. This he can fight.
Not to mention that a suspension for cheating won't not going to look good on his college applications.
âIt wouldn't be the first time an election has been sabotaged to get to me. Sure, this isn't prom queen, but still. It's been done before, and whoever was behind that saw that the school would do nothing.
âPlus, it doesn't have to be about me. My father is running for congress, and if I were to be suspended for cheating it would reflect badly on him. It's not exactly hard to come up with reasons why a gay-friendly, arts-friendly congressman wouldn't be popular with certain people. And it's not like it would be the first sabotage there, would it? Just look at what happened to Santana Lopez.â
Kurt might not be that eager for class president any longer, but if this is about sabotaging his dad then he's not going to let it happen.
âKurt,â and it's Mr Schue's I'm-disappointed-in-you voice. âI understand that you're upset, but trying to blame Sue for your actions isââ
âAgain, no. Stop. I never said that. I never mentioned names. I do find it interesting that the first thing on your mind was coach Sylvester though, but that's on you. Me, I'm not willing to judge without proof.
âMr Figgins. I expect to hear the results of your investigation during our next meeting.â
âOur next meeting? Mr Hummel, I think you have misunderstood things. There will be no more meetings. There is only this one, to inform you of your suspension.â
âConsidering that the school's rules clearly state that a parent is to be present for all meetings regarding suspensions and expulsions, I'm fairly sure that we need to have at least one more meeting. My father is, after all, not present.â
There's some hemming and hawing, since apparently Mr Figgins doesn't think Burt Hummel's presence is necessary. Kurt disagrees. Just because he's a legal adult doesn't change the rules.
âWell, your father clearly didn't feel the need to be here, so I see no point in rearranging things just to please your sudden desire to follow the rules.â
And that...that's not okay.
âMr Figgins. Stop. My father is in a closed meeting, and has been all day. I sincerely doubt you managed to get through to him, as it's emergencies only. Therefor it's not a question of him not 'feeling the need' but instead of him not being informed. If you push through this without his presence he'll be very upset.â
It's very pleasing to see Mr Figgins pale and start to stutter. It's clear that Burt Hummel's threats regarding the Defying Gravity diva-off is still alive and well in the man's head.
The next day is not fun. Kurt spends too much of it being told that he needs to confess and take his punishment. First there's Mr Schue, of course. Then Santana, who's upset on Brittany's behalf, and Rachel, who has switched to bitch-mode again, and even Mercedes.
Kurt stops listening to anyone outside of his teachers before lunch, and spends his free time hiding out in the library, either doing homework or texting Sebastian. (And the irony, it burns.)
It takes two days, and a very angry phonecall from his dad, for the meeting to happen.
Mr Schue's not present this time, for which Kurt's thankful. It might not be as good for Mr Figgins though, as it means he's the sole target of Burt Hummel's fury.
The man spouts a lot of bullshit, is basically trying to bully Kurt into confessing to something he's already said he didn't do, and doesn't even seem to realize that he's only making things worse. He also admits to not having investigated the extra ballots. It's clear that in Mr Figgins' mind there is no need to find another culprit when Kurt exists.
Of course, he tries to frame it differently, but that's what he's saying.
Even if it gets them nowhere Kurt still gets the pleasure of hearing his dad verbally nail the man to the wall. And then, after pointing out all the things Kurt mentioned the day before along with a few others, he goes for the throat.
âWhat was the final count?â
âI'm sorry?â
âWhat. Was. The. Final. Count? How many votes for each candidate?â
Mr Figgins hems and haws, but Burt Hummel isn't backing down. He just stares at the principal until what's left of the man's spine crumbles and he starts mumbling.
âCould you repeat that? In a volume meant for humans, this time.â
âMr Nelson received about 50 votes, while Miss Pierce received almost 200.â
âAnd Kurt?â
âWe're not ââ
âHow many votes did Kurt get? Exactly.â
The answer is 512. 512! That's... Even if he disregards the fake votes, that's still a lot more that Kurt'd ever dared to believe.
âMhm. And how many fake votes did you say there were again?â
Oh. There are about 500 seniors at McKinley, give or take, and close to 800 ballots. Even if they round it up to 600 and claim all the false votes had Kurt's name on them there were still over 300 votes for him. He won. He should be senior class president.
âSo what you're saying is that my son got the most votes, even if you remove all the fake ones, and instead of congratulating him or even redoing the election you want to take that away from him and suspend him? Is that how you run this school, Figgins?â
Listening to his dad Kurt feels his own rage responding. He tries to hold it back, but when Mr Figgins tries to come up with some kind of answer as to why this was the school's response he snaps.
âIt's obvious isn't it? I ran on an anti-bullying platform. If I win then that's the students saying McKinley do have a problem with bullying, regardless of what Mr Figgins and the rest of the faculty like to claim.â
Kurt knows he sounds much too bitter, but he's had it. Mr Figgins has spent three years protecting the bullies instead of Kurt. It ends here though. If that means letting his father use â or even abuse â his new power, then Kurt will take it. Happily even.
It's too late to save his time at McKinley. This is to save his future â and that of everyone coming after him.
He can hear his dad gear up to hand Mr Figgins his ass, and as satisfying as it'd be in a way Kurt doesn't have the energy for it. He's beyond done.
âHere's what's going to happen. You, Mr Figgins, will tell the faculty and everyone else who asks that I'm innocent. I don't care how you explain the stuffed ballot boxes, or your lack of an investigation, as long as you make it clear that you had no grounds for accusing me. You will also write a letter stating the same, right now, and sign it for me.â
âAnd why exactly would I do any such thing?â
âBecause if you don't I'm going to sue. Not just the school, but you personally. Starting with defamation of character. But, since my dad taught me that if you're going to do something you should do it properly, I won't stop there. If you force me to sue I will make sure to bring up every time this administration has failed me. And that's a lot, Mr Figgins.
âYou might think you can get away with doing nothing, but this is the kind of case that the ACLU does pursue. And if they don't I just so happens to have an in with the State's Attorney. Not to mention that unlike you I have this little thing called proof.â
Even such a miserable little cockroach as Jacob ben Israel has his uses, and this is one. Before agreeing to come back to McKinley Kurt made copies of every video Jacob had posted of bullying, and he's kept it up afterwards. By now there are a lot of them. Considering the amount that shows faculty members ignoring it... Yeah, he's got enough for McKinley to be in serious trouble.
Judging by Mr Figgins' facial expression he knows it as well.
âAlso, if you do this I will gracefully bow out.2
Once the letter is written and signed Kurt makes Mr Figgins read it to him before taking it â making sure it gets on the recording he's secretly making on his phone, since he wouldn't be the least surprised to find Mr Figgins breaking their agreement.
âAnd how am I to know that the two of you won't continue this, this witch-hunt against the school?â
A witch-hunt. From Kurt's side. It'd be a great joke if it wasn't such an absolute reverse of what's been going on since he first entered McKinley. Kurt'd laugh, really, only he's afraid he'd choke on the bitterness.
âFirst of all, because unlike you I keep my word. Second, because I won't be here. I had a very interesting talk with headmaster Barnes over at Dalton the other day,â and wow, Mr Figgins' face turns an amazing shade of purple, âand he offered me a place there. Apparently he's rather upset with you â something about repeatedly ensuring him that bullying is no longer an issue at McKinley?â
Since one of those reassurances had been right after junior prom Mr Figgins has every reason to look like he's going to stroke out. Having been caught lying to another educator doesn't look good, especially not when said educator has friends on the school board.
âI've decided to accept the offer, seeing as it's once again been proved that no one at  McKinley is ever going to try and treat me fairly.â
In the end Kurt walks out feeling rather pleased with the talk.
As he walks from Mr Figgins' office to the choir room the speaker system comes alive and announces that while there's been some irregularities Brittany Pierce is McKinley's new senior class president. Not a word about Kurt. He'll have to deal with that later â provided, of course, that his dad didn't hear it.
He's early, as classes don't let out for another 10 minutes. That time, Kurt decides, is best spent listening to music and steeling himself. The rest of the group won't be pleased to hear he's leaving, even if they haven't exactly made him feel welcome lately. Chances are Santana and Brittany will show up too, to gloat â at least in Santana's case â meaning things can get really ugly.
They do. One of these days, Kurt thinks, I'd really like to be wrong about something unpleasant.
He allows them a couple of minutes before slamming his hand into the chair next to him. The sound silences the others and he rises to tell them what's what.
âIt's really interesting to see how this group, my so-called friends and the teacher who always talks about being there for us, decided to throw all kind of support out the window. You of all people should remember how I've been treated here. For instance, you were all there when I ended up prom queen because someone decided they just couldn't stand not being able to bully me.
âAnd yet now that another election's been sabotaged not a single one of you stops to think that maybe this wasn't something I did but instead something that was done to me.
âTo think that I would have said you were my best friends.â
There are quite a few guilty-looking faces, but also a few stubborn ones. Santana is among the latter.
âYeah? Well, we all remember how you said winning this was important to you, so you could get into a school full of Berrys. In my book you're one to talk, ruining Brit's glory like that.â
Rachel is visibly torn between nodding along and being upset over Santana's barbed remark, and Kurt's just...done.
âDon't worry, Santana. I won't be ruining anything for anyone. Not anymore. I'm done. I've been offered to come back to Dalton, and things being what they are I accepted. As of,â he checks the clock, â27 minutes ago I'm no longer a student at McKinley.
âI just wanted to say goodbye.â
He doesn't want to argue, and so he grabs his bag and walks to the door. Still, he can't resist giving Santana a taste of her own medicine and stops to whisper in her ear, making sure to keep his voice low enough that none of the others can hear.
âBrittany's so-called glory? That's on my expense. Whoever stuffed the ballot boxes didn't change the fact that I still got more votes than Brittany and Rick the Stick together. I don't know who did it, or why, but frankly? You are one of the people with the strongest motive. And if I find out it was you then you're going to learn exactly what 'ruining' means.â
He's going to treasure that stricken look on Santana's face for quite some time.
#chocoholic fics#kurt hummel#kurt fic#a wild sebastian appears#though not exactly in this part#anti-lighthousefucker#not edited or beta read#meant for an episode revamp fic#possibly even a season revamp#mckinley is a trash-heap#in 2019 we finish our wips
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No political organization in the recent history of the world has had a gift for snatching defeat from the jaws of victory quite like the Democratic Party. This is the party that has managed to lose three of the last five presidential elections, despite only once in that period getting fewer votes than the opposition. Although the Democrats nominally hold positions with broad majority support on a wide range of issues, following the heavy losses of the 2010 and 2014 midterms the party found itself in its worst nationwide position since the early 1930s.
For much of the 20th century, Democrats understood themselves to be the party of permanent hegemony on Capitol Hill, no matter who was in the White House: Between the Franklin D. Roosevelt election of 1932 and the Newt Gingrich election of 1994, the party held a House majority for 58 out of 62 years, and a Senate majority for 52 of 62. Sam Rayburn, a Democrat from an east Texas district that is now (of course) solidly Republican, was House speaker for more than 17 years, a record that will surely never be broken. That history has almost become a curse from the past, haunting the Democratic present; itâs like a lost paradise, and every few years a new messiah shows up to tell the faithful that (s)he knows the true path that will lead them back. Or itâs like the idyllic garden in âAlice in Wonderland,â which Alice knows she can reach if she can only squeeze through the door.
There is no garden, no path and no door. This mythic certainty that their kingdom will come again â expressed more recently in the mantra that âdemographics is destinyâ â has prevented Democrats from perceiving the true nature of their predicament. Over the last three decades, the party has been virtually wiped out in numerous states between the coasts where it was once competitive (or even dominant). It now holds a legislative majority in just 14 states. You can slice and dice the history of American party politics in all sorts of tedious ways, but there is no clear precedent for such an imbalance. More to the point, thereâs no precedent whatever, in the United States or anywhere else, for a situation where one party appears to represent majoritarian opinion and typically gets more votes, but has conclusively been shut out of power.
Oh but wait, you say: Blue wave incoming! Yeah, whatever. Presented with the powerful unifying force of a massively unqualified and uniquely divisive president, Democrats may indeed win a House majority this fall. (The Senate remains unlikely.) But I donât feel like betting the ranch on that outcome, do you? What may be even more impressive than the Democratic record of losing winnable elections is the party's aptitude for finding someone else to blame every time it happens. It was the Russians. It was Ralph Nader. It was the Swift-boat ads. It was liberal complacency. It was gerrymandering. It was all the mean things Republicans said. It was the unfortunate fact that the voters donât like us all that much, which definitely isnât our fault.
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Over the past few weeks, ever since Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez's startling primary victory over Rep. Joe Crowley, D-N.Y., weâve seen a remarkable display of intra-party, bad-faith concern trolling â an area where Democrats have set a high standard. Various âmainstreamâ or âmoderateâ figures in or around the party are already seeking to pin blame for a hypothetical November defeat, in advance, on the insurgent âsocialistâ faction associated with Ocasio-Cortez and Sen. Bernie Sanders. My daring analysis: This does not bespeak enormous confidence.
To be fair, Democrats of all factions and ideologies were united this week in telling former FBI director James Comey â a lifelong Republican, at least until he worked for President Donald Trump â to shut up and go away after offering unsolicited advice to Democratic voters:
Democrats, please, please donât lose your minds and rush to the socialist left. This president and his Republican Party are counting on you to do exactly that. Americaâs great middle wants sensible, balanced, ethical leadership.
â James Comey (@Comey) July 22, 2018
Lordy, no -- not the socialist left! As many people observed, the guy who may have single-handedly tipped the balance in the 2016 presidential election should perhaps not view himself as a fount of political wisdom. But at least Comeyâs tweet seemed like a sincere opinion, consistent with his grandiose view of himself as a white knight who embodies all the most honorable tendencies of America in one extremely tall white man.
Joe Lieberman, however, the onetime Connecticut senator and 2000 Democratic vice-presidential nominee, is just an odious little garden gnome, in constant danger of being peed on by the family Schnauzer. He seems, in fact, to have undergone the same process of physical and intellectual shrinkage as Rudy Giuliani: Was this a bargain offered by an evil sorcerer, which conveys immortality at the cost of oneâs soul, stature and spine?
Lieberman was purely trolling, in especially distasteful fashion, in writing a July 17 Wall Street Journal op-ed that Red-baited Ocasio-Cortez with an extraordinary assortment of lies and urged Crowley, the 10-term incumbent she defeated in the June Democratic primary, to run against her on a third-party line in the fall. Since the Journal article is behind a paywall, here's a taste:
Because the policies Ms. Ocasio-Cortez advocates are so far from the mainstream, her election in November would make it harder for Congress to stop fighting and start fixing problems. Thanks to a small percentage of primary votes, all of the people of New Yorkâs 14th Congressional District stand to lose a very effective representative in Washington.
Fortunately, Joe Crowley and the voters in his district can prevent this damage. On Election Day, his name will be on the ballot as the endorsed candidate of the Working Families Party. But for Mr. Crowley to have a chance at getting re-elected, he will have to decide if he wants to remain an active candidate. I hope he does.
Ms. Ocasio-Cortez is a proud member of the Democratic Socialists of America, whose platform, like hers, is more Socialist than Democratic. Her dreams of new federal spending would bankrupt the country or require very large tax increases, including on the working class. Her approach foresees government ownership of many private companies, which would decimate the economy and put millions out of work.
First of all, Lieberman surely knows that Crowley will do no such thing â heâs a decent guy and a party loyalist, and the PR damage would be enormous â and that Crowley would lose even worse the second time around. (I live in the 14th district; I doubt Lieberman has been here in 30 years, except crossing overhead on the Cross-Bronx Expressway.)
Secondly, the actual point here may be to none-too-subtly remind Journal readers that Lieberman himself ditched the Democratic Party after his own primary defeat in 2006, and endorsed John McCain against Barack Obama in 2008. Whose interests is he serving by encouraging Democrats, in the pages of the house organ of Big Capital, to sabotage a young, progressive woman of color?
None of this makes clear why powerful people like Comey and Lieberman are so worried about a small-scale insurrection within the Democratic Party that is nowhere near as "far from the mainstream" as they pretend, and is also a long way from staging a coup and hanging portraits of Trotsky and Che in DNC headquarters. Socialist-dread syndrome also appears to have driven the recent gathering of âmoderateâ Democrats in Columbus, Ohio, under the aegis of the think tank Third Way, as reported in a widely circulated piece by Alex Seitz-Wald of NBC News (a former Salon staffer).
Several attendees said they were worried that single-payer health care and abolishing ICE and other Bernie-fied policy proposals of the âangry leftâ would alienate swing voters and damage the partyâs prospects for victory in the midterms. Thatâs at least a valid debating point, although it has been the Democratic default setting for decades. (And has led to that, um, amazing record of uninterrupted winning.)
I was struck by the comments of former Delaware Gov. Jack Markell, who admitted that Democratic moderates find themselves on the defensive in ideological terms: "The only narrative that has been articulated in the Democratic Party over the past two years is the one from the left," he told Seitz-Wald. "I think we need a debate within the party. Frankly, it would have been better to start the conversation earlier."
Markell is absolutely right: A debate is overdue. But a debate about what? The problem for Democratic moderates is precisely that they will not define or explain their positions clearly, except in wonky, granular, political-calculus terms, in large part because their ideas are widely discredited and massively unpopular.
Rep. Cheri Bustos of Illinois told reporters in Columbus that she stands for "a silent majority who just wants normalcy. Who wants to see that people are going out to Washington to fight for them in a civil way and get something done. ... There's a lot of people that just don't really like protests and don't like yelling and screaming." As Seitz-Wald observes, Bustos sounded more like a Nixon-era Republican than a traditional Democrat, but in any case that's a statement about messaging and style that deliberately avoids any discussion of ideology or specific policy proposals.
At the Democratic convention in 2016, I tried to find a single elected official or candidate who would tell me, straight up, that the financial deregulation and free-trade agreements and welfare cuts and mass incarceration policies of the Bill Clinton years had generally been good ideas, whatever bumps we might have encountered along the way. Nobody would do it â but I donât think that was because none of them believed it.
Attendees at the Third Way conference were clearly aware that middle-path Democrats will need big, new ideas in order to compete successfully with Medicare for all, a $15 minimum wage, debt-free college and the other dangerous pinko proposals that would have had near-unanimous support in the pre-Reagan Democratic Party. Here's what they came up with: A private-sector, employer-funded universal pension plan to supplement Social Security. OK, I'm just spitballing, but that probably isnât going to suck the wind out of the red sails of Bernieâs fleet and sweep Mitch Landrieu (or whomever) into the White House.
Iâm not saying that so-called moderate or mainstream Democrats don't have ideas worth discussing or donât possess a legitimate ideology. I am saying, with Jack Markell, that itâs long past time for them to tell us clearly what they believe and defend it forcefully. Because thereâs a widespread sense that the Democratic Party has some hidden agenda or obscure set of motives beneath its bland, corporate, coalition-building exterior, and that has been infinitely more damaging than any amount of socialist fervor. On the right, it has fueled the perception that Democrats are a pack of conspiratorial scolds who want to limit the freedoms of others -- and so has driven conservatives to the polls. On the left, it has fueled the perception that the party is now a wholly owned subsidiary of Goldman Sachs and its ilk -- and so has driven progressive apathy. (If neither stereotype is fair, neither is entirely false.)
This quantum ideological uncertainty is what drove people crazy about Hillary Clinton, I think, fueling the Trumpian narrative that she was deceptive or dishonest. (Which was hilarious in that context, needless to say.) She seemed impossible to pin down, first attacking Bernie Sanders as a wild-eyed radical, then gradually embracing the âprogressiveâ label and finally running on a platform that incorporated most of his ideas. She seemed insulted by the suggestion that her Goldman Sachs speeches created any kind of political problem or required any explanation.
Clinton's political flexibility or malleability -- according to the conventional Democratic playbook -- was supposed to be a source of strength, a sign that she was a hard-headed, pragmatic decision-maker who would not be guided by doctrine. Amid the reversed magnetic field of the 2016 election, against an opponent who repeated the same forceful (if meaningless and insincere) phrases over and over again, it just looked like mendacity.
Like her entire generation of Democrats, Clinton had been programmed down to the cellular level with the early-â90s creed that ideology itself was dangerous and toxic and likely to scare away suburban voters who just wanted civility and decency and problem-solving. Well, folks, Iâm not a liberal or a conservative. Iâm more of a Republibservatron! This avoidance or denial of ideology â the ideology of no-ideology â had perverse results: It elected two Democratic presidents to two terms apiece but left their party rootless and in ruins, seemingly defenseless before a deranged radical minority with a decaying relationship to reality (but no shortage of fervent ideology).
Itâs tempting to say that a specter is haunting the Democratic Party and itâs the specter of socialism, blah blah blah. But thatâs largely untrue: The specter is imaginary and so is the socialism, pretty much. Bernie Sanders and Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez and their loose array of allies across the country are a modest contingent within the party. Only a handful of them will win elections this year, and in any case theyâre closer to being old-time left-wing populists, with a 21st-century overlay of multiculturalism and intersectionality, than, you know, to this:
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Hubert Humphrey, the leading Democratic moderate of Hillary Clintonâs youth, would find little to object to in Ocasio-Cortezâs platform, beyond the labeling on the package. (Once the Happy Warrior figured out what ICE and super PACs were, and what they had done to America, heâd go out and ring doorbells in her district.) Then again, Humphrey had no fear of open and often heated ideological conflict, which was a staple of Democratic discourse for decades and is exactly what the âdemocratic socialistâ insurrection has reintroduced since 2016.
Those who shut down such internal conflict and purged the activist left from the Democratic Party, on the premise that it was the only possible way to win elections in a "centrist," anti-ideological nation, have never faced the consequences of their historic blunder. They have lost repeatedly and on a grand scale, insisting every time that they really should have won â or in some other, better world, did win â and that whatever went wrong was somebody elseâs fault. They are the ones who appear committed to an inflexible, dogmatic ideology that is out of step with political reality. They are surprised and outraged to learn that if they want to continue their losing streak, they will have to fight for it.
Does the Democratic Party need an overhaul?
New York congressional candidate Max Rose hopes to flip NYC's lone Republican seat -- but says his party must change.
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Well, welcome to 12 Days of Voltron Whumpmas! Q&A:
What is this, exactly? Well, lovely human, this is an event like Voltron Whump Week in which you submit/post your whumpy, christmas/holiday/winter themed Voltron content! We accept writing, artwork and edits! You are all such a lovely bunch and would be honoured to see what you come up with! This event was loosely inspired by the carol â12 days of Christmasâ and if you are creative enough to correlate your work to the song/Christmas then awesome! If not then thatâs totally okay!
Note (based on an ask): To clarify any confusion from that^ (oops), NO, your work DOES NOT have to be related to Christmas/Winter in any way. It just has to be any character in voltron being whumped and/or anything related to illness/injury.
What do I have to do to enter my content? 1. Make the content. 2. Tag/@ us at @vldwhumpmas2017 3. If we do not reblog your work within 3-5 hours then shoot us an ask/pm Note: If you participate as a lurker/anon, you may also directly submit your work to this account!
To elaborate: Make any content! Doesnât matter the word count, or how polished the work is! All content is good content. The only requirement here is to have it correlate with a festive/wintery theme combined with whichever whump day you choose! After that please make sure to tag us @vldwhumpmas2017. You may PM/ask us if we do not reblog your content within 3-5 hours. Weâll reblog your amazing stuff, and our page will be this beautiful collection of your talent! You donât have to participate every single day, and you will be allowed to be late for a few days! If you can only make it for one day or even all, thatâs totally fine! Whatever works for you.
What are the themes for each day?
Day One: Fever
Day Two: Indigestion (emeto, overeating, etc.)
Day Three: Hypothermia
Day Four: TBD (voting) Strep/Scarlet Fever/Tonsillitis
Day Five: Burns
Day Six: Cold/Flu
Day Seven: TBD (voting) Allergic Reaction
Day Eight: Mental Illness (Edit: Used to be called âMental Healthâ but we changed the title to âMental Illnessâ since the first title was confusing)
Day Nine: Broken limbs/Cuts/Bruises
Day Ten: TBD (voting) Headache/Migraine
Day Eleven: Pnemuonia/Bronchitis
Day Twelve: Free day! Your choice!
You may have noticed that there are 3 days listed TBD. Why, you might ask? Because that is your choice! From now until September 30th, you will be able to vote on what you want for those three choice days! You can vote HERE. [Edit: voting is now closed]
When will this event run?
This will run from December 12th-23rd, 2017! Late submissions are accepted up until January 7th, but please note that we wonât be as active after the event is over since we do spend time with our families. Please do not stress at all, the holidays are meant to be fun and relaxing!
I have more questions, what can I do?
Shoot us an ask! You can also contact @ambulancemcclain @appynation @caramelfuzz or me, @sicklylittlesnowflake who are running this whole shebang!
We sincerely hope yâall can participate, this will be a lot of fun and we are so so pumped for this!
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02-24-2018 [MAFIA-LIMBO: tomie+kuanfu]
CAC RIGHT NOW opened memo on 8oard BWIC LIMBO.CAB: Dude, okay so like
CAB: Now that we're alone
CAB: Let me say, from the deepest, most heartfelt place in my pumper
CAB: Fuck you
CAC: haha, wow!
CAB: It's the most sincerest fuck you you could ever get
CAC: no, sorry, i just don't think that that is exactly appropriate for this place and time.
CAC: no matter how sincere, i am going to have to politely reject that offer.
CAB: Dude you absolutely influenced that vote didn't you!Â
CAB: Like what the fuck dude!Â
CAC: wooow.
CAB: I wanted to play but nooooo, kill me off first!Â
CAC: c'monnn.
CAC: i so did not!
CAC: do i look like the sort of person who cheats?
CAB: You absolutely bullied the poor mafia into killing me
CAB: Yes!Â
CAC: wow!
CAC: absolutely not!
CAB: You absolutely do!Â
CAC: why would i ever go and do that?
CAC: that'd be, like, super pitchy, and also, super lame
CAB: Because you're a terrible worm of a person?Â
CAC: =;V
CAB: I'm like, pretty sure you're not even a person
CAB: Oh don't you wink at me
CAB: I fucking KNEWWWWW it
CAB: Pitchflirting in the middle of a game by bullying trolls into kill me
CAB: You absolute asshole
CAB: I'd be touched if I wasn't furious
CAB: And also like, doing three other things
CAB: Because guess who is absolutely totally got like a dozen wires up to his head right now
CAC: i am pretty sure i am totally more of a person than you, just saying. both, like, morally, physically, emotionally..
CAC: in terms of horns..
CAC: just, like, on basically every aspect that ever really matters, to be honest.
CAC: also, ew, what the fuck.
CAC: why the fuck do you have wires in your head?
CAB: Because I'm helming dude!Â
CAC: also, wow, i'd say that i was totally pleased that you're touched, except you're the sort of chucklefuck who apparently cannot even pay attention to the person who is so artfully wasting his pitchflirting techniques on you.
CAC: like, great, now i'm offended.
CAC: maybe i'll go pitchflirt with a wall.
CAC: it'll be more attractive and more appreciative.
CAC: and probably also smarter, because it doesn't need wires to do its job.
CAC: how many wires do you NEED, anyway?
CAB: Dude, dude, if I was going to show my appreciativeness, we'd have to meet in person and also make sure fucking Vadaya isn't there because he'll come in like an ashen wet blanket and then shove us off to go count sand in some corner of a beach somewhere gross
CAB: And like, not even a nice beach
CAB: a bad one!Â
CAB: Littered with trash
CAB: Big trash
CAB: Like you!Â
CAB: It's you. You're the trash trashing up the beach.Â
CAB: Please escort yourself off of it, we're trying to keep it nice and pretty
CAB: And dude, I need like, at least a dozen because it's TESTING
CAB: we're making sure I'm like, the best person to ever helm
CAB: Ever
CAC: ugh, fuck my entire life.
CAC: they're trying to kill vadaya!
CAC: i told them, like, kill hadean instead?
CAC: hadean would be fine.
CAB: I've got like three things going at any given time and I'm bumping it up so I can get even better than this and you know what maybe I'll even try to ping your ship and see if you fixed the other tiny things I fucked with it back when we were having those lovely lock throwing moments on your trash heap
CAC: but no, they totally want to kill vadaya, and ruin all of our fun, again.
CAB: UUUGGHHHH
CAC: like, come on.
CAC: right?
CAB: NO HE'LL COME WET BLANKET THINGS
CAC: they're like "oh, tomie's really great friends with hadean!"
CAC: uh.
CAC: vadaya!
CAB: dude, no
CAB: Cmon dude strong arm them
CAB: I am busy revving up my pitchflirting engines over here
CAC: okay, okay. i am going to make this work.
CAC: let's see.
CAC: also, wow, meet in person? insert winking emoji here, i guess.
CAC: but first!
CAC: let me finagle these stupid pupas.
CAC: it's like being on wriggler duty all over again, god.
CAB: dude all over again?Â
CAB: Isn't that like absolutely every single day of your life at this point
CAB: Since you have to supervise yourself and all of your wiggler tantrums?Â
CAB: I thought you'd be an expert at this, jeez
CAB: But it makes sense if you can't even control yourself
CAB: Haha, fucking //nice//
CURRENT invertedDissident [CID] RIGHT NOW responded to memo.
CID: wtf, you damn dirty cheater!
CAC: wooow.
CAC: i'm not cheating!
CID: they just said you're cheating!
CID: cheater!
CAC: =:V
CAC: =>:V
CAB: Hey kua you're totally a dumbfuck
CAB: Just wanna say that before we get kicked out of this chat
CAB: 8)))
CID ceased responding to memo.
CAC: i'd just like to say you're a gross stringbean of a dude with more eye than horns, and, like, guess what?
CAC: you've only got one, so double slam.
CAC: and you're dumb.
CAC: so there.
CAC: =;V
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Rites of Passage
The Final 4 had the option to journey into the forest of Tashirojima and reflect upon the torches of the fallen players. Here is what they had to say...
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THOMAS
Jay:Â I dont really remember you at all I'm sorry :(
Kevin:Â TOM!!! I wanted to work with you so bad I tried to get you online when your name started circling but you just werenât around and there wasnât much I couldâve done at all, let alone by myself, but I was really looking forward to working with you and it sucks that got cut short!
Madeleine: To my Dear Thomas, Even though we only talked twice I had a feeling you would be a good person to play with. You were really nice, -Maddie
Ricky:Â We literalt didnât speak but i hope ur little engine could.
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JULIA
Jay:Â JULIA! I wish you were active in this game bc we could have RAN IT ahhh I missed you while I wasn't playing ORGS, I'm glad to see you're still around
Kevin:Â Almost the exact same as Tom, I wanted you to stay for my own personal game but you just werenât active so I had to ride the waves and they unfortunately took you under, I hope we can again together sometime tho!
Madeleine:Â Julia, My Montenegro Sister,I feel bad for voting you out so soon, and right after we talked about taking each other to the end. I was torn when voting you out because I wanted to take you far. I wish I could have played with you more, I know you would have been a riot to play with. With Love, Maddie
Ricky:Â QUEEN IM SO SORRY YOU LEFT SO EARLY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.
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KENNY
Jay:Â I don't remember you either sorry :(
Kevin:Â I donât believe we ever spoke which was unfortunate but you seemed active in the tribe chat and you were definitely active in challenges, I donât really know what happened with your vote it just kinda came up like the last 2.
Madeleine: Hello dearest Kenny.We only had 1 conversation so Iâm having trouble writing this, but I remember you being real cool bro. Signed Maddie.Â
Ricky:Â You were really cool from when we talked but then I went dead sorry boo.
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JG
Jay:Â We didn't talk tooooo much but I hope whatever happened that made you leave the game is ok now
Kevin:Â I hope everything is ok with you :) not much of an in-game relationship but I did learn a bit about you so that was cool!
Madeleine:Â JG my dear,I hope everything is okay. I had a lot of fun playing with you. I wished I talked to you more. Good luck at your new job! Iâm proud of you for getting it! -Maddie
Ricky:Â Iâm so sorry you had to go the way you did that was a trauma and i hope youâre okay.
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DYLAN
Jay:Â OMG Dylan! We had just started really talking, and then your name was thrown out for the vote :( I really did enjoy our like, one conversation about Taco Bell, but I just wasn't very connected to you :c
Kevin:Â We got on to a late start but I think youâre absolutely hilarious and you should start a youtube channel please, your intro video is still hilarious to this day. I do wish we got to talking more but I appreciated the few times we spoke they were great!
Madeleine: Dear Dylan,Youâre an amazing player, I am happy I got to play with again. I hate to see you go as soon as you did. Even though this was my third time playing with you I can confidently say that you always brought something new and exciting every time I have played with you. You are an exciting player and it was a shame that you had to go so soon. With love, Maddie
Ricky:Â ROBBED ROBBED ROBBED ROBBED. I will never get over how dirty they did you i cry for you every night.
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BRIEN
Jay:Â Omg you had a few lives in this game that's for sure. Although it didn't seem like you really talked to many people, you were someone that had to go to take some control away from other players
Kevin:Â Ah man, you were so active in the first like round and then you seemed to have stopped trying or maybe caring moreso for other games, which I get, but we had a good thing going and it just kinda fizzled out which sucks but I think youâre really cool from what I got to know about you!
Madeleine: Greetings Brien, Hello, my sweets. I know when you left the game we were not on the best of terms (trying to vote each other out an all) but I did have a good time playing with you. From Maddie Â
Ricky:Â Pennington.
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TIMMY
Jay:Â Heyyyy, I feel like it's a running thing that we just don't communicate in these games at ALL. I know on my side that at this point it was kinda too awkward to say anything, I hope that can be changed in the future
Kevin:Â We didnât get to talk a whole lot but you also worked at target so that was really cool, I think our allegiances lined up for a little bit and then they didnât, so our communication lacked because of it, but I do wish we couldâve connected a little more!
Madeleine:Â To the lovely Timmy,I loved playing with you again, Kalokairi Krew for life. You were a blast to play with and I hope to play again with you someday soon. We never talked much, but I knew I could count on you. -Maddie
Ricky:Â The beginning of the ginger genocide.
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PAT
Jay:Â Pat omg we definitely have a bit of a history, don't we? It's a shame that your vote came down to you or one of my other closest allies, I would have LOVED to continue playing with you if that wasn't the case. You're a power player every time I get the chance to play with you and I hope we can continue to be friends after this game is done.
Kevin:Â Ugh Pat, I reallyyy liked talking to you, you were very chill, you could keep a conversation and I just like what we talked about, things got rocky between us with how the gameâs dynamic was around the time you left, which I understand but on a personal level I enjoyed you so much and hopefully we can talk after this game is all said and done!
Madeleine: Patrick dearest, We never talked much. I canât wait for the day I see your name on the TV and I start hitting my partners (or whoever Iâm watching with) arm and freaking out because I know you and watch you win survivor. I believe in you bb. With love, Maddie
Ricky:Â Sorry you were part of the ginger genocide.
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Vi
Jay:Â VI! There's not enough good things I can say about you. You're amazingly fun to talk to, I felt like we got along real well and that our personalities just fit together. You always made me laugh and I wish we could've played more strategically together. Voting you out is really one of my biggest regrets in this game
Kevin:Â Oh wow, you are so interesting, all your animals and your passion for them and plants is awesome, also the stories youâd told me were kinda crazy but really interesting (sorry to use the same word again) but I guess at some point our one on ones ceased to occur, which sucks cause I wouldâve loved to know more about you, but maybe we can pick âem back up after this :D
Madeleine: Hello, my dearest Vi,At the beginning, we talked a lot and shared stories, but then I made the stupid mistake of not reaching out anymore, I wish I talked with more, we could have done great things in this game. You are amazing and never stop being yourself, my dear! Signed Maddie
Ricky:Â I hope your isopods are doing well <3
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ANDREW
Jay:Â Seeing you here was like a total blast from the past! I'm really happy we got to play this game together, on the same side and everything. I'm just happy that I feel like I recemented my friendship with you. I really you could still be in the game right now.
Kevin:Â ANDREW. Andrew I freaking adore you, I think youâre hilarious, and our sense of humor is pretty similar which makes things 10x funnier, youâre also the youngest and we not only clicked on a personal level but a game level too so it was like a match made in heaven, obviously things went sideways but thatâs not indicative of how I feel about you cause I think youâre awesome.
Madeleine: Dearest Andrew, I wish I hadnât voted you out, final 4 would have been really fun with you! Even though we didnât talk much I felt as though we had a good connection and alliance. I am sorry for voting you out. You were an amazing player and I am grateful I had the chance to play with you. I can now say Iâve played with the Iconic AndrewTM . Sincerely, Maddie
Ricky:Â My partner in crime...you were taken away from me and Iâm so sorry for that. you know ainât no words to describe my love for you.
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JACOB
Jay:Â Omg you are HILARIOUS. All of our conversations towards the end of you being in the game were really fun and I wish I made more effort to talk to you during the middle of the game.Â
Kevin: ugh⌠jacob⌠I LOVE YOU and voting you out was shitty but I had to, but you know our minds as crackheady as they are we vibed well, but seriously having you in this game was so nice because you were a fresh of breath air where I could just talk about whatever and say what I felt because I trusted you so much, but yeah through it all I am so sorry but Iâm thankful we got to play this game together :)
Madeleine: My dear Jacob,We never talked much. I was delighted to find out you liked New politics as well. I had a blast playing with you! I remember you saying you wish you had a song named after you. Well, it might not be named after you but I found a song called Jacob just for you. Best wishes, Maddie https://open.spotify.com/album/3RGAvvbu5smdrcxZqFIf0U
Ricky:Â My heart, my baby, my fuckin cinnamon apple. The greatest thing iâm able to take away from this game is talking to you again lol ok bye. đ
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STEPHEN
Jay:Â Oh Stephen, I know we didnt have the best relationship down the stretch, that much is clear. But otherwise I think you were one of the nicest people here, you were always so fun and uplifting in the tribe chat. I hope we can become better friends in the future.
Kevin:Â Oh Mr. Stephen to say we had a rollercoaster of a relationship would be an UNDERSTATEMENT, you were here to play and I was here to play and that very reason is exactly what pitted us against each other AND brought us together and Iâm so glad you were in this game cause the experience wouldnât have been the same and you added so much to this game for my personally, in-game and out of it just with your presence. I respect you so much and I hope you donât hate me too much plz
Madeleine: My dearest Stephen,Iâm sorry bitch. I genuinely enjoyed playing with you, our 3-hour tribe call that consisted of the 2 of us spilling alliance tea, and making a connecting is one of my favorite parts of this game. It resides as one of my favourite memories. You were one of my closest allies in this game. I regret voting you out and turning on our alliance. I could write a paper about our relationship in this game, but Iâm sure at the end of the year for you you already have enough of those to read from your students, so I shall say this; Your are an amazing friend and were an amazing ally, I am sorry for turning on you. (also you were one of maybe 4 people who talked to me and I love you for that) Best of wishes, Maddie
Ricky:Â Iâm sorry we didnât get to talk more about australia and i hope you can educate me about the floods and fires more.
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JOANNA
Jay:Â I don't really know what to say other than I'm extremely extremely sorry about how things ended up for you. I should have made more of an effort to work with you I just didn't know what to say after I explicitly betrayed you over and over. I just felt so guilty over it that I just, ignored you instead of facing it head on. And I'm so sorry I did that. I hope we're still friends.
Kevin:Â Joanna, I voted you for like the person Iâd most like to hang out with in real life cause you are just very cool and very nice and overall a really kind person from what Iâve learned about you, you were honest with me early on in this game about my name going around and I attribute me waking up to play this game with that moment, so I am grateful for you on a personal and game level, I REALLY wish things couldâve played out differently I really do, but the cards fell how they did :(
Madeleine: Hello Joanna,I was so excited when I was in the alliance with you, but of course, I mucked it up by flipping. I wish I could have played with you more, and tried to talk to you more, your an amazing girl. Keep playing girl. Best of wishes, Maddie
Ricky:Â idkkk for some reason i really love you like iâll never forget saying hello back and forth for 2 weeks straight, thank you for that.
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MADISON
Jay:Â We almost pulled something off at the last minute, huh? That would've been real fun after you shaded me in the tribal calls while I wasn't there ;) But I ain't mad, I think that's hilarious. I think out of everyone in this game I was the closest with you before it began. Some of my fondest tumblr ORG memories are on calls with you, playing with you, hosting you, hosting WITH you. You've always been one of the real ones, ever since we played HoS all those years ago. Talk to you soon :)
Kevin:Â oh MADISON, girl we BARELY talked, I donât know why we didnât but thatâs just how our relationship was but you were also there to add a bit of comedy to tribals or the tribe chat and just all around lifted the mood a lot and were a really nice reminder that this was a game and it was all for fun, which I needed a lot, cause I can take these things a bit seriously but you didnât seem to (which is a good thing) and I admire that a lot about you. :)
Madeleine: Madison, I should have talked to you more. I wanted to work with you but I never reached out, and I regret that. You are someone who I wanted to take to the end. I considered a final 3 with you. That would have been great. But hey, final 5 with you was great too!With love, Maddie
Ricky:Â queen of the cockroaches. one day weâll be able to be in a game together where we speak to each other for more than 3 days.
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As the final 4 leave the forest, they go back to camp to plan final tribal council. Please consult the jury chat / tribe chat to help plan!
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Being A Leader
I was blessed by the presence of this little plot bunny so I thought, why not?
Youâre in America managing your new restaurant which has only been open a few months and youâre hosting the biggest group your business has seen so far which isnât without its difficulties.
âY/N?â You turned around to face the door of your office to face the restaurant manager. âThe group of 9 is here but theyâve got unwanted attention.â
You nodded and left your office. The walk was quick from the back offices onto the main floor but what you were not expecting was the scale of madness that had overtaken your peaceful business.Â
Hordes of fans are swarming the main entrance and their rowdiness overwhelmed the staff and the members who had managed to get inside the building were hovering in worry for the others that were not so lucky.Â
What was also making the situation escalate was the fact that the group spoke broken English and the majority of your staff didnât speak Korean.Â
The shouting and screaming was deafening but as you watched the chaos unfold, you shook yourself of the intimidation and frustration; straightened your shoulders and lifted your chin.Â
You tapped four members of your staff on the shoulder and gave them simple instructions, âsecure the rest of the building. No one gets in unless they are on shift or have a reservation.âÂ
âYes, maâam!â Was the resounding vote and they rushed to follow the instructions.Â
You thanked your lucky charms that you could speak Korean and directed the members further into the building with the security of a staff member who could also speak Korean.Â
With a deep breath, you charged into the fray, âQUIET!â Your shout worked brilliantly as everyone was shocked into silence because it was so unexpected.Â
As the fans were standing still, the members who were outside, were quickly ushered inside and you stood as a sentinel at the main doors. When the fans had realised what had happened, a few of them became rowdy once more.Â
They actually had the audacity to try and shove past you but you held strong and prevented their access. âWill you become the mature adults that you should be for once?âÂ
Your question was met with a couple of outspoken fans right in the front but their speech had overlapped one another into a indistinct screech.Â
âYou are all adults. Stop behaving like immature children who have been spoilt and have just been told they canât have that prised pony for their birthday. If you do not leave the premises within the next 10 minutes, I will call the police because you are disturbing the peace.âÂ
You were glad to note that some of the group left with shamed faces; shoulders slumped. Though now, you were facing off with the more stubborn of the congregation. One in particular was throwing insults towards you but you would not budge, no matter how creative she got with her words. She didnât have anyone to back her up with what she was saying but that didnât deter her.Â
âLook.â You began, interrupting her rant, âyou are being dis-respective and incredibly rude. If you had not ambushed them, they may have been more lenient towards your presence and allowed pictures to be taken.âÂ
As she opened her mouth the potentially throw more abuse, you spoke over her in a clear, calm voice. âHow dare you call yourself a fan when all you can do is bully them into doing what you want them to do. You do not own them. They do not answer to you. They have come to America and this is how you welcome them? People like you have now ruined their perception of  American ELFs and because of this treatment, they may never return.âÂ
âAnd you, in front of these witnesses, will be the reason Super Junior will never arrange another concert in America again.âÂ
She huffed, âall I wanted was one, stupid picture. I wasnât doing anything wrong.âÂ
âWere you not?â You rhetorically asked, âI will be showing the CCTV footage to the police and I would not be surprised if they take you to jail for a time because you were sexually harassing each gentleman once they got within your reach.Â
I am a fan of Super Junior as much as the next person but itâs fans like you who disgust me and I hope that my actions and those of the fans who didnât realise how escalated the situation had gotten, the fans that were being respectful of their space have not ruined their image of us as a whole.
When they leave the establishment I will be ensuring that their journey will be safe for them and that they get to attend their own concert on time without having to contend with this indecent behaviour. I will be calling the police once I return inside the restaurant if anyone is caught loitering around. Please leave the premises with what is left of your dignity and your bruised ego so that I may proceed with damage control. Thank you.âÂ
The woman screeched in rage before spinning on her heal and rushing away. By the time your speech had ended, a few more had left so you were able to count only five remaining.Â
One man approached with a small smile on his face and reached out to shake you hand, âthank you, and could you let them know that we apologise sincerely for what has happened?â Â
You shook his hand and with your own smile agreed firmly, âof course I can.â You released his hand and addressed them all, âI apologise also if anything I said had caused offence to yourselves because that was not my intention. From what I saw, not all you were crowding them.âÂ
âWe tried not to but there were a few who were pushing us forwards. Iâm sure I have a bruise all over my back.â One of the women stated, reassuring you that they were not going to cause any trouble.Â
Startled, you examined them all and noticed the other young lad in the crowd had a cut on his cheek. âWhy donât you all come inside and Iâll have the onsite medics treat your injuries because that cut looks nasty.âÂ
âWe couldnât possibly intrude,â the man with the cut face refused, touching the cut and wincing.Â
âYou wonât. I promise. Let me have my team look after you,â you enthused as you lead the group over to one of your security guards and the restaurant manager, instructing the pair to have the medic examine them, âand as a way to show my thanks for being decent human beings, Iâll have a full course meal arranged for you all, on the house.âÂ
âWe canât-âÂ
âPlease? Just one request in return is all I ask for payment, donât let one person tarnish the rest of the fandom, please.âÂ
âWe wonât.â They promised. With a smile, you watched as the manager led them away to a table to seat them all and you watched as they were being cared for.Â
Deciding that they didnât need your watchful eye anymore, you turned and round and came face to face with one of the gentlemen from the entourage. âThank you. Iâm their translator and I heard every word and they may have asked me to translate what you were saying to them.âÂ
A blush coloured your cheeks, âthanks for that. Iâm just sorry they had to experience it.âÂ
He rocked back on his feet a couple of times as you watched him debate with himself, âthey er, actually, had, er, a request.âÂ
âYes?âÂ
âThey want to meet you to say thank you themselves.âÂ
âOh.â That was not something you were expecting. In all honesty, you werenât sure how to move on from this because this was the first time it had ever happened to you. âYeah. Okay.âÂ
He led you over to where they were all stood in a huddle, talking quietly with one another.Â
When you approached with the translator, a couple of them noticed and gained the attention of the others.
With precise movements, as if it had all be practised beforehand, they moved into a line and bowed.Â
Leeteuk, who you already knew as the groupâs leader, approached once he stood up straight and held his hand out to you to shake. âThank you for helping us.âÂ
As the translator went to speak, you spoke up, âYou are welcome. I am sorry you had to experience this.âÂ
âYour Korean is very good!â One of the members called.
âThank you.â You smiled. âWould you like to sit?âÂ
Leeteuk had yet to release your hand but you were not complaining in the least, he was after all, your bias. You werenât sure exactly when he gained that status in your life but you theorised that it might have been because you were both shoved into the life of a leader without having any kind of training. âWill you join us?âÂ
âWouldnât I be in the way? This should be a calm place for you to enjoy the peace and quiet, not have a meal with a stranger.âÂ
And you were sold.Â
They had all given you the look that said that they were not above begging if they had to, to get you to join them. Though your heart fluttered when you felt Leeteuk squeeze your hand gently which he still held in a firm grip; ensuring that he didnât give you the impression that he would let go.
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For the 45th consecutive time in our nationâs history, we got exactly the president we deserve.
We have a sociopathic 70 year-oldâs finger on the nukes button thanks in large part to willful ignorance, voter apathy and suppression, gerrymandering, pantsuits and a hilariously outmoded system of vote counting. USA! USA! USA!
All seriousness aside, it is incumbent on us not to fall for the misdirection practiced by this White House from Hell. While youâre getting fired up about some (admittedly) outrageous quip by President Twitter Feed, other members of this end-of-days administration he formed are doing truly heinous shit: America, say goodbye to your health care plan, coal companies will resume dumping sludge into the water supply, the mentally ill are no longer barred from purchasing assault rifles, the EPA will be dismantled by an avowed climate change denier, the Department of Education will be destroyed by a billionaire with the apparent brainpower of a toaster oven, and banking rules will be repealed in order to help billionaires get richer, while simultaneously screwing over the very constituency that put them all in office.
Whether youâre liberal or moderate, keep your eye on the ball: someoneâs got to be the adult here. Calling the Donald names is exactly what Bannon and his gang of idiots wants you to do: Smart people wasting precious energy turning Trumpâs toupee into a cartoon character while the wrecking crew gets to work sending this country back to the Stone Age is Plan A, B and C.
So be the bigger person: The next time you feel compelled to call Trump a âDoor-To-Door Steak Salesman,â âAgent Orange,â a âCheeto-dusted Bag of Cole Slaw,â âThe Marmalade Man-Baby,â or âThe Angry Creamsicle,â donât go there.
No âFuckface Von Clownstick,â âFascist Carnival Barker,â or âTangerine Tornado.â Please refrain from referring to him as âHair Gropenfuhrer,â âRome Burning,â âHe Who Shall Not Be Named,â or âEl Puto de Naranjo.â
Drawing comparisons to âAmericaâs Black Mole,â a âMangled Apricot,â a âBloviating Sac of Flesh,â a âDecomposing Jack-O-Lanternâ or âFerret-wearing Shitgibbonâ should also be avoided.
Tags like âDarth Hater,â âDudley Do-Wrong,â âTanning Bed Warning Label,â âVanilla ISIS,â âTyrannosaurus Von TinyHandsâ, âBozo Baby Fingersâ, and âTrumplethinskinâ get us nowhere.
Associations with infamous dictators, like âTangerine Twitler,â âSunkist Stalin,â âMandarin Mugabe,â âMein Trumpf,â âMango Mussolini,â or âButternut Squash Batista,â are simply not the way a respectable adult conducts a serious conversation.
Think of it this way: very time you call the holder of the highest office in our land âSquirrelwig McRacistPants,â the terrorists win. And by terrorists, of course, Iâm referring to Vladimir Putin.
Iâm not saying a sense of humor doesnât help â at some point it might be all we have left. But to fight this administrationâs shitstorm of lies and powers to distract, we need a tidal wave of truth and activism. Stand up for journalists. Continue to call out the lies and the liars that tell the lies. And for all our sakes, keep marching.
They are counting on us to lose our will and concede this battle with protest-fatigue. Keep your sense of humor close at hand, but keep the truth closer.
(All credit for the majority of the preceding nicknames is due to Dana Carvey, Ashley Feinberg, Charles Blow, Graydon Carter, Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Kimmel, Martin OâMalley, Samantha Bee, John Oliver, Rosie OâDonnell, Jon Stewart, the NY Daily News, Some Scottish Twitter Feeds and if I missed anyone else I sincerely apologize.)
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