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erik dorr and jared frederick have to answer for their crimes, i.e. give the actual provenance of the engraved winnix sykes fairbairn fighting knife and the (seemingly) unpublished war correspondence that referenced said knife
havenât pulled a âdick winters is insane <3â quote in a while. feels good. feels organic.
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some Limited Life Incorrect Quotes
Grian: I've been expecting you, Jimmy.
Jimmy: How did you do that without turning around?
Grian: Let's just say the first few people I did that to were not you.
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Cleo: Scar noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire laptop two weeks ago.
Bdubs: This reminds me of the Scar who couldnât turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.
Cleo: Iâll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Scar.
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BigB: Pearl...
Pearl: Oh no, 'Pearl' in B flat.
Pearl: You're disappointed.
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Scar: What happened to Joel?
Jimmy: They died.
Scar: They what?
Grian: They died, but theyâre okay.
Scar: âŚCan you please clarify?
Joel: Clarification is for the weak.
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Scar: You have to apologize to Bdubs!
Cleo: Fine!
Cleo: Unfuck you, or whatever!
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BigB: Why is there blood everywhere?
Pearl: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.
BigB: You stabbed someone?!
Pearl: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.
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Joel: I think we should have glow stick juice injected in our bones when we're born, so if we break our bones, we get a fun little surprise.
Jimmy: What's the surprise?
Grian: Blood poisoning.
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Martyn: Uh, I think I got your lunch. *Holds up a note that reads: âI am very proud of you. Love, Scottâ*
Jimmy: Oh yeah. I didnât think this was for me. *Holds up a note that reads: âBe good. For the love of God, Please be good.â*
*Jimmyâs note reads âI am very proud of you.â because Scott is proud he didnât die first.
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Grian: Look, Jimmy, it's the third time this week you had a mental breakdown and its Monday.
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Skizz: I just want someone to take me out.
Impulse: On a date?
Tango: With a sniper gun?
Etho: Both if you're not a coward.
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Martyn, grinning: Before you were what?
Scott: Before I was-
Martyn: What?
Scott: Before I was inter-
Martyn: Before you were interrupted?
Scott: Cut me off one more time and I swear I'll-
Martyn: What?
Scott: *makes frustrated sound*
Jimmy, nervously: Stop that. Before they hurt you.
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Scar: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when Iâm eating dirt?
Grian:
Grian: Why are you eating dirt?
Scar: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.
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Etho: Ducks are better than rabbits.
Skizz: What? Rabbits are adorable. Have you ever been in a fight with a duck? Ducks are jerks.
Impulse: Duck is delicious! Rabbit is all gamey.
Skizz: Weâre not talking about flavor, Impulse!
Impulse: Flavor counts!
Skizz: Who carries around a duckâs foot for good luck? Anyone?
Tango: You wrap yourself in a comforter stuffed with rabbit hair. Iâll wrap myself in a comforter stuffed with duck feathers! Whoâs cozier?
Skizz: Okay, but-
Tango: NO, NO, NO, NO. WHOâS COZIER?
Impulse: Then why donât we take a rabbit, a duck, stick âem in a cardboard box and let them fight it out!
Skizz: BECAUSE ITâS ILLEGAL, IMPULSE!
Impulse: ONLY IF WE BET ON IT, SKIZZ!
Etho: I- Jesus-
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Grian: Joel is so...
Pearl: Annoying?
Scott: Cute?
Scar: Funny?
Jimmy: Weird?
Grian: I don't know, maybe if y'all let me FINISH for ONCE IN MY LIFE, I'd tell you!
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Etho: What's the most efficient way to burn calories?
Skizz: Exercise more!
Tango: Set yourself on fire.
Impulse: There are two kinds of people.
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Scar: The results are in, Iâm afraid you have updogâŚ
Bdubs: Whatâs updog?
Scar: Cleo! Get in here, I told you I could do it!
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And th-th-thatâs all folks!
#grian#mcyt#jimmy solidarity#tangotek#martyn#inthelittlewood#limited life#limited life smp#limited life smajor#smajor1995#joel smallishbeans#goodtimeswithscar#gtws#no ships#i think??#bigb#pearlescentmoon#skizzleman#impulsesv#ethoslab#ethogirl#LMAO#i think thats it
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Was wondering if you could do angst 5 nâ 7 with Danti please?
5. "Why can't you love me back?" 7. "Leave."
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âDarky~! What are you doing for dinner tonight?â Anti asked after glitching into Darkâs office.
âI currently donât have plans,â Dark answered, eyes on his laptop screen as he typed up an email for Google.Â
âLetâs hit up that one Italian place. Iâve heard they have endless breadsticks.âÂ
âThat sounds like a date,â Dark said, checking that Anti knew what he was implying.
âIt sounds like a date because Iâm asking you to go on a date.â Anti chuckled with a little eye roll.
âWe donât date.âÂ
âYeah. We fuck. Iâd like to add some more to that.â
âWe canât.âÂ
âWhy not?âÂ
âWe canât.â Dark only repeated himself, and he leaned back when Anti shut his laptop, keeping his hand on top of it so he couldnât open it back up. Â
âThatâs not an answer. Why not? Weâve been fucking for almost a year at this point, and you know damn well the shit we do go beyond a basic âfriends with benefitsâ definition.â Anti was sick and tired of Dark avoiding his feelings, and this caused him to have to bury away his own. It was stupid.Â
âI feel we fit that definition fairly well. Itâs just sex. Itâs us using each other for physical relief, nothing more.â Dark stood up and walked over to one of the many file cabinets lined up against one of the walls.Â
âBullshit that itâs nothing more.â Anti scoffed. âWhen we started this stuff, I completely agree with you. We had fun. And then we went off to do our own thing. But now? Now, weâre far past that.â
âLast I checked, we still did that.â Dark was doing everything he could to not look at Anti, pretending to be searching for a file.Â
âNot really. Get your head out of your ass Dark and think.â Anti stepped towards the cabinets. âWe kiss more, we cuddle, you play with my hair and rub my back. For fuckâs sake, weâve taken baths together. Thatâs not just sex, thatâs romance.âÂ
âProviding aftercare doesnât mean anything.â Dark closed the drawer, pulling out a random file he didnât need.Â
âIt does when I love you!â Anti finally snapped. âI dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me that you feel nothing. That your smiles and laughs were fake, that you donât relax when itâs just the two of us, that you donât care about me.âÂ
âAnti. You need to go.â Dark couldnât face Anti, let alone look him in the eye.Â
âYouâre not running away from this anymore. Tell me. Tell me that you donât care about me. That you donât care about us. Youâre not going to because you canât.â
âYou need to leave before you hear something that will hurt you.âÂ
âJust tell me that what you were doing was with your heart and not your dick! Just tell me the truth!â Anti felt the anger building inside of him. Dark was doing what Dark always did when it came to confronting emotions. And it was pissing Anti off.Â
âGet out.â Dark spoke between gritted teeth, doing everything he could to remain calm.Â
âWhy canât you just love me back!?â Anti cried.
âLeave!â Darkâs voice split, aura flashing and getting Anti to step back. Dark wished he hadnât faced Anti to say that. He didnât want to see Antiâs heart shatter at that moment. He hated that sorrowful look in his eyes and that he was the cause of it. âIâm sorry.âÂ
âFuck you, Dark,â Anti spoke harshly before glitching away.Â
âDamn it,â Dark grunted, scolding himself internally.
He was a coward. He was a fucking coward.Â
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#anon#danti#angst#pinterest prompts#veggie writes#I could probably be easily talked into making a sequel to this XD#edit; i was
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Why Nobody Works for the Fenton's
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âThink fast! What is the frequency that can disrupt a ghost's physical form?â Mrs. Fenton gleefully asked.
âUm⌠150 decibels?â Valerie hugged the clipboard to her chest, surprised by the smile Mrs. Fenton had.
âNo, but a good guess. Itâs actually much higher than that! The high noise affects the ectoplasmic cells, and causes them to vibrate, losing their connections and bonds to one another, resulting in a ghost losing their physical form and turning into a mass of ectoplasmic goo.â
âYou have a weapon that can do that?â Valerie asked.
âWell, no. This is only theory, as a weapon that could do that would cause serious hearing damage to anyone holding the weapon. And since the local farmers wonât give us permission to test on their land anymore, we havenât had the right environment to test it,â
âWhy wonât the local farmers let you test on their lands anymore?â
âBecause they are cowards who canât see what progress we are doing!â Jack yelled from the back of the lab. He was covered in thick cables that spired around his arms and legs. Each one looked to be over a hundred pounds, but the man carried them with ease.
âWe accidentally covered one of their fields with experimental ectoplasm,â Maddie whispered into Valerieâs ear. âThe corn outside of Amity Park is now considered âtoxicâ.â She put air quoted around toxic. Â
âValerie!â Jack turned his body, the cables dragging against the metal floor. âIf any son of a gun from the EPA calls or arrives at the door, tell him to eat grass! The Fentonâs donât answer to the government!â Valerie sucked her breath. She didnât want to say anything that would offend the Fentons, especially since they were kind enough to give her a paid internship.
               Casper High required that all of its students do a two-week internship in order to graduate. Most students do it in their senior year and help out one of the local businesses. She wouldâve asked her Dad for an internship at his place, but then Phantom showed up. Her second choice was city hall. Dash, Kwan, and the rest of the football team got internships with city hall a year ago, but then Phantom held the old Mayor hostage, and the internship program was cut to pay for more security. But that was fine. Nobody wanted to intern with the Fentons, the crazed duo had scared off anyone who would be willing to work with them. Everyone but Valerie, who needed them for one reason and one reason alone. Information on ghosts!Â
Also, she needed money after ghost hunting cost her the Nasty Burger job, and the Fentons were one of the few places that even offered paid internships.
âSo, um Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what will I be doing here?âÂ
âGreat question Valerie! You will uhhhh, Honey what will she be doing?â Jack stuck his bottom lip out, his face was frozen as if he forgot what he was going to say.Â
âYou will be helping us keep the lab clean, change the ghost portal filter, answer any email or call that comes in, keeping stock of inventions and weapons, and helping us out in experiments.â Valerie nodded along, a lot of her tasks sounded very boring and typical; the last two options made her eyes light up.Â
âAnd if youâre good at all that, we might even hire you as our assistant!âÂ
âJack, we havenât fully discussed that yet.âÂ
âOh come on Maddie! Look at her, I bet she will be amazing!âÂ
Valerie stood there and smiled, if she could make this her new job, she would have access to all the weapons she would need, maybe they could teach her how to make the weapons, and she could make them at home. Valerie could already see Phantomâs face when she opened hell on earth with the stockpiles these two had.Â
Her first day was spent walking through the lab and command center, her brain overloaded with what every button, gun, and icon did. At the end Valerie was sure these fools were secretly loaded, how else did they get their hands on all this material, and guns, and chemicals. Maddie had a secret room in the downstairs lab, locked to prevent her kids (aka DANNY) from pouring acid on themselves, full of every kind of poison, acid, and chemical imaginable.Â
âYour first task tomorrow is to organize all of these. Donât worry, we have a spare hazmat suit in the bunker,â Maddie said.Â
âYou have a bunker?â said Valerie.
âYes, in case anyone attacks or the Russians finally nuke us. Iâll show you that later, I donât want to give you too much information today.â Maddie chuckled as if it was all a joke. She continued explaining what each chemical did and where it had to go, but Valerie's eyes traveled to the back of the hidden room.Â
âMrs. Fenton, what is that?âÂ
âThat is a live ghost we keep here in the lab. We use it to harvest ectoplasms and our experiments. Donât worry it canât feel anything we do to it, I lobotomized it years ago,â again she said it with a chuckle and a smile. The ghost had pale green skin and even paler hair, dark circles outlined his eyes like wastelands outside a drained oasis. âWe found it outside a natural portal back in 1992 right before it closed. He put up quite a fight, but nothing compares to my Jack, and a fully loaded gun,â Maddie walked over and tapped the glass. âJack and I joke that he is the hardest worker in our lab. Aren't you Harold?â Harold floated in the green liquid, his legs dissolving into nothing more than a pile of goo. âWe usually keep a tarp over him when we donât have to use him. I wonder who moved it. Oh! I found it!â She grabbed the black tarp and swung it over the tank, as the dark shroud covered Haroldâs helpless features, Valerie thought she saw his hand move. Â
#Fanfiction#Danny phantom#valerie gray#Maddie Fenton#Jack Fenton#TW gore#tw experimentation#dp fanfiction#writing#mywriting
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another friday, another cutie pie episode! so here are my thoughts while watching the second episode:
kuea is absolutely not me because i would never check my email first thing in the morning, notifs be damned
also even if i did get good news, i would not have the energy to throw a full "blackpink in your area" on top of my bed
kuea: oh yes, i am a bit... sore lian: ÂŹâżÂŹ
ugh, why can't you just talk to this man who just happens to be a supportive, relatively mentally stable, functioning adult who dresses nice, cooks you food, pulls out your chair and YOU ACT LIKE THE RETURNING HIDE AND SEEK CHAMPION OF 2022
lian: if you need help, you can always tell me me: IF ONLY
nonetheless, i've had a boyfriend for a decade and i feel as single as the last crushed pringle at the bottom of the tube of doom when zee looks at nunew
kuea, a lying liar who lies: kon diao texted me lian: i love you me: KUEA DO YOU FEEL EVEN A LIL BAD???
i love the mission impossible theme tune
nong diao squared ready to cover up crimes
yi can smell bullshit a mile away but unfortunately for him, he's also a weak victorian bitch who gets flustered by a cheek touch from a twink he (alledgedly) fucked in his car just last week
JUST SHOW ME PERTH YOU COWARDS chapter 2
diao is a good friend with a good brain cell. we all need a diao.
kuea: i have a lot to think about. me: you also have a lo to TALK about goddammit
meanwhile poor lian is just trying to plan his barbie dream wedding, oh dear
yi is here to be the best man but also to watch the world burn.
kon diao loves lists. kon diao is me.
the world does not deserve diao. this show certainly doesnt. if he was running it, again, it would be 5 minutes long. well, maybe 15. he would keep all the spicy bits.
this beauty clinic is totally not the sponsor of this series.
the totally not sponsoring intensifies
"how do i look?" EXACTLY THE SAME AS YOU DID 30 SECONDS AGO YOU BABY SKINNED MOCHI OF PERFECTION
i will never not mishear this as "cosmic-exo entertainment" and i am not sorry
uh-oh, their barbie dream weddings are NOT the same
lsakjfkasljfafj a nuer x syn intermission! and nuer has a less questionable shirt on!
you two (಼ďšŕ˛Ľ)
but props to syn never hiding his intentions and props to nuer respecting his choices even if they make him a sad boy. SOME PEOPLE could never
hia yi is eternal suffering personified even at a cake tasting and quickly becoming my favourite.
foei: oh is it too crowded? do we need more room? the gays: *offended*
salaldkjf i am catching vibes. pls tell me they will grey's anatomy this and diao and yi will end up getting married in the barbie dream wedding horror show while kuea and lian elope in korea
"you can make the final decision" says lian, not having any idea they like the polar opposite things.
he is a smooth bastard though. "ah yes, my favourite wedding singer will be too busy being my husband"
"oh no, how will our suits match if we cannot see them?" you dumbo, you have kon diao, the wedding planner extraordinaire. he has a list for that.
diao has been calling out bullshit since birth at this point.
yi: ah yes, they are so compatible. diao: dude, they can't agree on anything. yi: which is not my problem.
yi really be like "pfffft, let them talk it out between them" as if we have time to be here for the next ten years. he really couldn't give less fucks, lol
DIAO LEGIT IS LIKE IZZIE PLANNING MERDER'S WEDDING
how can he answer cosmic-exo in that suit. go change.
oh, the straights are at it again
lian: thank you yi: oh, you already picked a suit? lian: yes yi: wow, i am so helpful. you are blessed to have me tolerate you.
i love how nunew's voice gets so much deeper when he switches to english
IF ONLY YOU WERE THAT EXCITED ABOUT YOUR OWN WEDDING
kuea: what should i do? me screaming at my tv: TALK TO YOUR MAN
diao is seriously like baby yoda and syn doesn't need to become a monk. he just needs to hang out with diao more for some deep wisdom and then keep living in sin.
nuer is a sweet understanding angel and syn is a pouty baby and i could watch these two forever
"it's our wedding, not just mine." except you have NO IDEA you're not getting your wedding but an industrial scale keerati legacy production
yi: see? they're totally on the same page diao: ...
who is this random laxatives lady and why does she look like she's about to place a curse on kuea?
lian: you pick kuea: i am fine with everything narrator: he was not, in fact, fine with anything
diao turn of the tap for fucks sake, it is very obvious you are not paying your own bills in this economy
diao: my dog is so smart yi: your dog is literally an idiot
oh god here we have hia yi talk about marriage and kasdjflkafj they might kiss and i can't believe i am about to say this but at this point diao needs to worry about me cooking that cockblocking dog :D
WE HAVE A STAIRCASE WITH A HAND RAIL? IN A BL?!?!?!
lian: *trying* kuea: cosmic-exo is calling, byeee
look at his sad eyes, he KNOWS
"why am i talking to a doll?" BECAUSE IT IS MORE LIKELY TO HAVE AN ACTUAL CONVERSATION WITH YOU. you deserve better, boo.
lian: aren't you kirin already kuea: but i could be cosmic-exo kirin in korea. lian: okay. kuea: ... wait what?
OH FUCK SCREW THE WEDDING WAS THAT PERTH I JUST SAW?!?!?!?
#cutie pie the series#cutie pie 2 you#episode recap reaction whatever#lian x kuea#yi x diao#the gays are at it again: wedding edition
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A brief portrait of 3 (I dreamed of last night)
Gail:
When I got my first Kindle she set it up for me, so that I started out already loaded up with classics and at least a dozen Terry Pratchett books along with a batch of custom screensavers.
She also had her email set up for send-to-Kindle and through the years I would sometimes open it and find she had dropped something onto it from wherever she was across the world - Taiwan, Costa Rica.
Less than 3 months after she died we flew to Norway for my friendâs wedding. I was 6 months pregnant with Ăowyn and the second stretch of the flight was 8 hours from Atlanta to Amsterdam, so I stretched out the best I could and broke out the Kindle.
For the first time instead of rereading favorites I had loaded myself I decided to finally explore some of the books and short stories I wasnât familiar with- after all, Gail had shown me Bloodchild by Octavia Butler so she seemed to have had a good grasp on what I enjoyed.
I spent the next several hours crying and laughing alternately as I explored an involuntary portrait of her that was simultaneously poignant and comically on-the-nose.
The first Earthsea book I ever read, Tehanu, which includes themes about gender and how it affects magic and the expectations on peoples lives;
A series of short stories about bisexual polyamorous mages who become eco-terrorists and fight against prejudice and gentrification
A sci-fi short story from a universe where gender and genitalia are unrelated and people transfer penises back and forth when they have sex; unless Iâm conflating two stories, this was also the one where the actual plot line was about a formerly passionately religious man deconstructing and then becoming an atheist, possibly by discovering that the religious raptures he had experienced were the result of psychostimulant compounds? OK, GAIL. WE GET IT. (Where do you find this stuff?)
Dr. James:
Talk about a man of contradictions.
He was a skilled veterinarian who had clients so loyal they traveled hours to see him at our practice.
He was a funny little old man who looked like Gargamel from the Smurfs.
He had a beautiful young blonde girlfriend who was clearly taking advantage of him.
He was a genius and a wily bastard who could take care of himself.
He constantly told me I should go to vet school because I was smart. He recommended me for a promotion.
I liked him, initially, because he liked me.
He loved smart women.
He hated women telling him what to do.
He thought Trump was a good businessman and was planning to vote for him.
He supported his lesbian daughter wholly and matter-of-factly.
He spent all his time on the phone talking to his divorce lawyer when he was supposed to be seeing clients.
One time I got so angry with him I slammed down a textbook, hard, on the surgery table while he was on his phone and yelled at him (me!!! Unconfrontational early 20s me!)
He had broken up his body so terribly skiing in his younger years that he was addicted to pain medications.
He stole multiple controlled substances from the safe, full knowing that as the one in charge of the logs I would be the one to take the fall once the discrepancies turned up.
When we reviewed the footage from the secret camera, I was the one who spotted the moment he slipped them into his pocket.
When I got the call from my boss, several months after he was fired, that he had shot himself in the bathtub, I was angry.
I didnât think you were a coward, I said to him.
How could you do that to your daughters? I asked him. Why were you so selfish, at the last, to use a gun when you had drugs?
Why? I asked him.
He never wouldâve answered anyway. He thought analyzing your feelings was nonsense for women.
My Grandfather, Raymond S
From my earliest memory of him Grandpa was hard of hearing and wore a hearing aid that whistled when you got too close to it.
He noticed my floppy laces when I was a teen and taught me, after years of improperly tying my laces, the difference between a grannie knot and a square knot.
He handmade wooden puzzles.
When we briefly had an organ at our house he would play it when he visited. When our dad bought an accordion on a whim he picked it up and played us the Costa Rican national anthem.
I picture him as made of squares, like a Minecraft character. Rectangular trouser legs. Square short-sleeve buttondowns, often with square patterns, tucked squarely in at the waist. Square little chin with his funny little square goatee and square mustache (apparently this was an affectation of his own that was completely unrelated to style norms around him). Square glasses. Squarely combed hair.
Once, during a visit when I was in college, he found a book at the linguistics library across the street and borrowed my library card to access it. Because he was learning German, in his 90s. He found out my best friend at school was from Germany and wrote me a list of grammatical questions for her, in his tremulous writing.
Once, shortly before my wedding, he drew me close and told me in a deaf whisper that was completely audible to everyone in the room, that I had secretly always been his favorite grandchild.
After he died I was talking with Grandma and mentioned that I had never seen him anywhere close to angry. She thought for a moment and then told me that in 70(?) years of marriage the only occasion she could think of was once when, after a long and arduous day in which nothing would go right and every possible frustration was thrown in their path, he said to her quite calmly âI would like to go to bed nowâ.
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Plotting out loud, because I can. astolat/GoT fanfic edition.
So Iâm going to do some plotting here, because if I canât build a sequel plot to an AO3 fanfic on Tumblr, where else am I going to build it? My head? Iâll never finish it that way!
Right so, Winterâs Crown by Astolat, which is fanfiction of Game of Thrones. This thing consumed me for the 4 or 5 days it was being released. Itâs a damn good thing Astolat posted two chapters a day because I was refreshing my email waiting for those chapter notifications two or three times an hour and then injecting several thousand words into my veins the second that notification hit.
Just as a programming note. Iâve read the first third of the first book in Game of Thrones. Most of my knowledge of the series has been absorbed by osmosis from my partner and general pop culture saturation. Moving on.
I loved Winterâs Crown.
I also took one look at the ending and said âwell, theyâre going to be in a civil war within the year.â
Again, to be clear, the ending was perfect for the story. Iâm just also sure that if the story continued weâd be into a war for the Iron Throne, like the main series is actually about.
Here be spoilers for Winterâs Crown.
So, our set-up for the sequel is that Robb is still the King in the North, with all the magical power that crown from the Children of the Forest invested in him. Heâs promised/engaged to Shireen, Stannisâs daughter and only heir. You know, the niece of Robert Baratheon, the King of the South/Seven Kingdom (except whoops Robb declared the North independent, so I guess itâs Six Kingdoms now?). Robb is also currently fucking Jamie Lannister. Jamie Lannister who was Robertâs Hand before uh... declaring? taking service? with Robb. (There was magic involved.) Who also probably didnât actually explicitly break up with Cersei before following Robb out of the throne room on Robbâs orders after the declaration of independence.Â
ALSO, Stannis has already said to Robb that he intends to declare Robert an oathbreaker as the Protector of the Realm. Which from a strict reading of the situation, Robert WAS. Which Robb has already lain on Robert with the force of magic behind it. Here, Iâll quote:Â âI name you false kind and false friend, oathbreaker and coward, and may you end your days in the shame and misery your treachery deserves.â Which, as far as I can tell the only witnesses who arenât Robbâs people are Robert, Cersei, the children, Margaery Tyrell, and a small handful of goldcloaks/Kingsguards. So, I doubt that bit of information is getting publicized by anyone in that room. Which Stannis was not.
Basically, I see war coming from two fronts. One, Stannis declaring Robert an Oathbreaker, which is politically tricky because either Stannis has taken himself out of Robbâs service and is making a play to be the king himself? OR heâs calling Robert an Oathbreaker as one of Robbâs sworn liege lords. Which, yikes. Plays right into the narrative that Cersei has built up for herself: that Robb wants power and will march on the South with the Wildlings and/or Stannisâs men at arms and/or the Lannister men (answering to Jamie).
I think if Cersei left the North alone after the Long Night and Stannis was very clear he was not one of Robbâs lords, Robb and the North would be happy to sit out a war and just work on recovering from the Long Night. Because, again, yikes, about half the population that survived the initial rise of the dead froze to death. The North is not in any shape to be going to war.
But I donât think Cersei can put herself in someone elseâs (Robbâs) shoes and believe they wonât act like a politically duplicitous cunt after power and only power. So sheâs going to want to go to war to strike first and protect her own power. And also to pay back the âbetrayalâ of her brother/lover (Jamie) abandoning her. Also Stannisâs betrayal of swearing to the King in the North. But I think sheâll care about Jamieâs more.
And I think Robert isnât strong enough, morally, emotionally, etc. to stop her.Â
So... I tend to think that Stannis at least wouldnât kick off a war until he could secure his supply lines. Supply lines which after the Long Night freezing a significant portion of the country would be in terrible shape. Especially since the largest supply of excess grain is the Tyrellâs and Cersei has that on her side since Margaery Tyrell is married to Joffrey.Â
End result is that I think Cersei will kick off the war and Stannis will lay the charge of Oathbreaking as a response. To you know, weaken/divide her forces as much as he can.
What Cersei may not have is a competent General. Robb, Jamie, Stannis, and Tyrion are on the side of the North (whether or not Jamie and Tyrion can stomach fighting their sister and niblings/children, those two at least arenât on Cerseiâs side). Tywin is MIA from Winterâs Crown except as a brief aside in the past tense and may or may not be dead in this iteration of the world. The best General we can reasonably project to be on Cerseiâs side is her Uncle Kevan. Who did see the dead with his own eyes, so that might change his thinking on if the charges of Oathbreaking are true and who that means he should fight for.
Meanwhile, Robb/the North has six direwolves, at least 3 giants, Brienne of fucking Tarth, Jon Snow, Jamie Lancaster, Tyrion Lancaster, AND, most importantly, every single hero and every foot soldier of the Long Night who survived whoâs willing to be called to arms again (theyâd probably all like to just go home and recover, but damn, if their king is calling, these are the people proven to show up when called). A significant portion of that army are Wildlings who are now released from their oaths and will most likely head back home over the Wall. But! There will also likely be a significant number who stay (*cough* Tormaund making eyes at Brienne) and can function well as a scouting force.Â
So the North has an army that trained and trauma bonded through the Long Night together. Morale/belief in each other and their leaders is going to be high. The Boltons are all dead due to events in Winterâs Crown and the Freys are possibly all to mostly dead, so Robb is not going to be stabbed in the back by traitorous liege lords this go around (no Red Wedding here!). What the North doesnât have is food.Â
So, what they need is to get the intelligence of Cersei attacking quickly and to haul ass South where they can pillage food.
As a side note, I am assuming that Danerys does NOT show up with dragons at any point to turn this into a three-way fight. She is not mentioned at all in Winterâs Crown, not even the aside Twyin got, so Iâm working off the assumption sheâs dead or busy on her side of the sea and will not be appearing in a relevant time frame to this completely hypothetical sequel fanfiction of fanfiction.
So, questions I would need to answer, for myself, before writing: 1) What does Varys choose to do? In GoT, he is canonically more loyal to the realm and thus the people living in it than whoever is on the throne. We know heâs still the Master of Whispers in the Winterâs Crown iteration of the world and was able to slip a number of spies/potential assassins into Robbâs camp. Assassins who were routinely thwarted by Brienne and Tyrion, but all it takes is once. And people might be more willing without the magical terror of the oncoming Long Night/Nightâs King. Robb still has the magic invested in crown however, so maybe not. Essentially, I think Varys would be a strong asset for Cersei if she utilizes him (she didnât earlier because he was telling her information that didnât fit her world view). And therefore what he choses to do would be important. Tyrion at least knows Varys is the spymaster and to work to counter him.
2) Is Joffrey enough of a cruel bastard to still get offed?
3) Does the accurate parentage of the royal children come out?
Well, this is a lot of thinking about the state of the board at the beginning and not much thinking about âplotâ isnât it? Maybe thinking about a theme would help me out here.
The theme(s) in Winterâs Crown is(are) oaths, the costs of them, being a âworthyâ person, and when to adhere to an oath. So I would want this hypothetical sequelâs theme(s) to flow naturally from that. Meaning... the consequences of adhering to your oaths when your opponent doesnât. Good job brain, the theme is the Prisonerâs Dilemma and what shame and misery is the natural consequence of treachery.Â
Okay, cool, now I have the overall arc of my plot: a sudden swift victory on Cerseiâs side (she seizes the first mover advantage) followed by the slow build to victory of Robbâs side. I picture this slow build to be Robb focusing on the smaller battles and alliances that builds a solid alliance to suddenly at the end sweep Cersei off the board. Iâd focus on getting smaller lords on their side and peeling away minor but consequential logistical goods from Cerseiâs side (armies march on good boots kind of thing) while Robb keeps his army out of direct confrontation with Cerseiâs, nibbling away at their numbers in hit-and-run tactics, or swaying the men to withdraw their oaths to their lords and take up service with Robb, or just picking the terrain a battle happens in very carefully.
Too bad I donât trust my writing chops to write a drawn out war story complete with military campaigns yet... Ah well, into the ideas pile it goes.
#writing#writeblr#amwriting#plotting#WIP#fantasy#really good fanfiction#plotting out loud#world building#I'll read more or less anything astolat publishes
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Drunk Science Department:
Another in our continuing series of tales of scientists abusing alcohol.
INFINITY MEANS INFINITY Š 2023 by Rick Hutchins
By the time I got to Boston, I was nearly frantic. It had been almost a week since Professor George had suddenly stopped posting on our common forums and five days since he had failed to show up for the regular Chat. His online friends had quickly become worried; the professor was as regular as clockwork. As someone who knew him IRL from several meet-ups, it fell to me to track him down, to make sure he was all right. After all, he was not exactly a young man and was as prone to accident or illness as anyone else.
But he did not respond to PMs or emails. He did not pick up the phone or answer voice mails. IMs and texts were equally useless. The mood on the forums began to grow more pessimistic. Of course, it was not unusual for people to lose interest in online chatter and drift awayâ it happened all the timeâ but this was uncharacteristic of the professor. We all felt that something was terribly wrong.
As luck would have it, I was to be in Washington on business the following week, so it was no trouble to leave a couple of days early and insert a layover at Logan into my itinerary. The professor had hosted one of our meet-ups, a mere eighteen months earlier, at a cookout on his property, so I knew exactly where he lived. It was a nice old home in Ipswich, less than an hour north of the airport by car. He lived alone.
My flight was late in arriving, as usual, but my rented car was waiting for me and I headed out without delay. Needless to say, throughout the trip I continued my attempts to contact him by all the usual means, but he remained as silent as ever.
When I pulled into his driveway about three oclock in the afternoon, his car was parked there and his house showed no outward signs of trouble. It was a two-storey home, more than a century old, weather-worn from the ocean and gray as a summer storm, but well kept up, its small, grassy yard ringed by high hedges. I walked up to the side door on the open porch that we had used during the meet-up and rang the doorbell. When there was no response, I opened the screen door and knocked on the glass window of the inner door.
For ten minutes I continued ringing and knocking, my knuckles rapping louder and louder with each attempt. I alternated back and forth between the glass and the wood, not sure which was louder; I began to fear the old glass would shatter. But nobody answered and there were no sounds from within.
I took a deep breath and considered calling the police. In my mindâs eye, I saw the professor lying dead on the floor of his lab, having been stricken by a sudden heart attack or aneurysm; or twisted and broken at the foot of the stairs or in the bathtub, having tripped or slipped. The sensible thing to do would have been to call the police, but in my heart of hearts I am the same as everyone elseâ a coward afraid of making a fool of himself.
So I tried the doorknob.
It opened. The door was unlocked. God help me, I thought. I was committed.
A kind of anxious fog engulfed me, a slow and surreal haze of fear, as I entered the manâs house uninvited. âProfessor?â I called softly. Then more loudly, âProfessor George? Are you home? Itâs me, MandelbrotFan, from GalacticBBS.â
There was no answer. The side door opened into his kitchen. There was no overt sign of trouble. Plenty of dirty dishes in the sink, an unwashed frying pan on the stove and a green rubber trash barrel on the verge of overflowing were normal for someone living alone. There was a small pile of unopened mail and a newspaper on the kitchen table. The date on the newspaper was the day before, giving me my first cause for optimism.
I moved into the living room area, separated from the kitchen only by a stained-wood countertop, and toward the door leading to the basement. The basement was where the professor kept his workshop and that was where he spent most of his time, working on his invention. That was where I was most likely to find him.
The door was ajarâ it was the old kind with a brass knob and a lock compatible with a skeleton keyâ and creaked softly when I pushed it open. I stood at the top of the old wooden stairs, homemade by a previous owner decades in the past, and was relieved to see the yellow glow of artificial light down there from off to the left.
âProfessor?â I called again. âProfessor George? Are you home? Itâs your friend, MandelbrotFan, from GalacticBBS.â
There was no reply.
Taking a deep breath, I went down the stairs and made the hairpin turn at the bottom to face the back of the basement, the large area away from the furnace that the professor had turned into his workshop. It was much as I remembered it from my previous visit. Shelves of tools and parts against two walls, an old rumbling refrigerator, work lights hanging from hooks in the ceiling, black and orange extension cords and surge suppressors in a tangled web on the floor, the old couch and coffee table off to the sideâ and, of course, taking up the most space, the professorâs invention.
The couch was situated at an angle, its back toward me, so it was a moment before I saw that the professor was sitting in it, his legs stretched out with his feet propped on the coffee table. My heart surged for a moment, then was gripped by an icy fist of fear when I realized he wasnât moving.
âProfessor?â I said, but my voice came out as a whisper. I cleared my throat and then tried again, more loudly. âProfessor? Professor, are you all right? Itâs me, MandelbrotFan from GalacticBBS.â
For a second that seemed to stretch on forever, nothing happened. Then he stirred and pushed himself up, turning his head toward me over the back of the couch. Even in that first moment, I could tell that his face had become more lined, that his long hair and beard and mustache had grown more gray. He pushed his thick glasses up on his nose and peered at me, blinking, as if he had just woken up.
âMandelbrot? Is that you?â he asked. âWhat are you doing here?â
âWe were all worried about you, Prof,â I said. Prof is the username that the professor is known by on all the science forums. âNobody has heard from you in a week and you havenât answered any messages.â
âA week,â he said slowly. âHas it been that long?â
Until now, I had remained standing at the foot of the stairway, but now I began to move cautiously forward. âYes,â I replied. âWe were afraid something had happened to you. What have you been doing?â
He gestured toward his invention with his right hand, and I saw that he was holding a half-empty bottle of liquor.
âMy lifeâs work,â he said bitterly.
His inventionâ his lifeâs workâ bore a vague resemblance to the time machine in the old George Pal movie. Okay, very vague. It looked more like a stationary exercise bike hooked up to a couple of gutted and re-purposed PCs and a 60s-era Hi Fi system. There was also a pegboard with a jumble of soldered wires and a dozen vacuum tubes. On one side of the machine there was a bank of six car batteries in series arrangement and on the other side another bank of four car batteries in parallel arrangement. On the handlebars were strapped an iPad, with the back pulled off, and a couple of controllers that looked like they came from an Xbox, all wired into the gutted PCs.
âThe Dimensional Traveler?â I asked. âWhatâs wrong? Did it fail?â A generous question, since nobody really believed it had a chance of working.
âNo,â he replied, with a laugh that sounded more like a choke. âIt works. It works exactly as predicted, down to the last decimal place.â He sniffed and took a swig from the bottle and I realized belatedly that he was dead drunk.
I strayed casually across the basement to the machine and looked it over. It was humming quietly with power, but seemed to be in standby mode. The iPad screen was on and displayed a homemade status panel. The current location box said â37,132.â
Turning to face him, I almost cringed. He looked terrible. I took a couple of steps closer to him and held out my hand for the bottle, which he handed over without argument. I took a small drink and held onto it. Maybe heâd let me keep it away from him.
âThen whatâs wrong?â I asked. âObviously something didnât go as planned. Youâre not exactly celebrating.â
âItâs infinity out there,â he said quietly, with a shake of his head.
âYeah,â I said. âAn infinity of parallel universes. Alternate dimensions each just a little bit different from the last.â At first, in the nearby dimensions, the differences might not even be noticeable, but the effect would get more pronounced the farther you wentâ a different president in the White House, a different outcome to World War II, or maybe Rome never fell or dinosaurs still existed. You might be rich or poor or famous or even dead. If the theory was correct, all possible universes existed.
âYou donât get it!â he grumbled. âBut I didnât get it either. Infinity means infinity. The universes arenât just parallel, theyâre adjacent. Theyâre sequential. You canât get from point A to point C without going through point B. You canât go from level one to level ten without crossing the intervening eight.â
âBut what difference does it make? You predicted that, right? You said there is no quantum interval of time between the dimensions. What did you call them? The Branes? It takes literally no time to get from one to another. The only passage of time is what you spend in a particular world, and that can be a fraction of a second.â
âYeah,â he said quietly. âIt would probably only take an hour or two for me to get home.â
âHome from where?â
Another bitter laugh. âHere.â
Thatâs when the first chill of real horror began to creep down my spine. âYou meanâŚ?â I fumbled for the right words, the politically correct phrasing for what I was trying to ask. âYou mean youâre not âmyâ Professor George.â
He looked me in the eye then and smiled for the first timeâ I think he meant it to be comforting. âNo. No, Iâm not. But it doesnât matter.â
âIt matters to me.â
âIt doesnât matter at all,â he said.
âWhere is he?â
âYou saw the display,â the man on the couch responded. âHeâs 37, 132 worlds away.â
A chill down my spine, an icy fist around my heart, flesh crawling, a wave of vertigo, a lump in my throatâ you name the cliche, I had it. âSeriously, enough of this,â I said desperately. âExplain to me whatâs going on. Whatâs happening? What did you see out there? Is my friend alive or dead?â
âAlive! Oh, heâs fine. If Iâm okay, heâs okay. He might even come back. Not that it makes any difference.â
âEnough with the riddles! Please, explain!â
âAll right,â he said. âSorry. Iâm drunk. I didnât mean to be.â He sat up and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, looking at me sadly. âInfinity means infinity. It really does. And the Branes, the dimensions, theyâre adjacent, they fan out. You canât cut in line. All possible universes exist. And even a fraction, the tiniest fraction, of infinity is still infinity. Do you understand yet? An infinity of all possible universes means an infinity of universes just like this one!â
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The Maltese Falcon | Akito | Trial 5.4 | Re: Calluna, END, Jae-min, Adrik
The fact that Calluna and An have long since known he was using their, ahem, private time with each other as a way to pass on messages bothers Akito a lot less than he thought it would. âI figured you were bent on watching me anyways.â He rolls his eyes. âIt matters not, because how it was done honestly matters less to me than the fact I had to jump through so many hoops to even communicate what I knew, out of sight and mind. The monitors within the surveillance room proved what Iâd suspected, though it is interesting to note they had cameras set up everywhere but the new floors that were opened. At least, publicly revealed to us, because I donât believe they of all people would leave a room with several brains and two persons of interest unmonitored.â
He turns to END next. âYouâre not wrong that they couldâve spread things over the other floors, but I donât think they had planned on opening up the fourth floor to us all before today. After all, why not simply decommission us and send most of us on our merry memory-loss way, while retaining a few for uploading? Whatever the interruption was this morning, I think it spooked our hosts into a change of plans that necessitated making this false-flag operation.â Akito gestures across the room. âAlso, while youâre right that Iâm close in proximity to them and sheâs not, Erisu is directly opposite where all three of us are situated, and thus the least likely to be suspected of working with the sisters. That also means that they still have a direct line of sight to her if anyone else tried any funny business, and can then keep a close eye on me in the interim. Some of you were wondering why I havenât bought a favour to move away from this spot despite the fact that I despise where I am, werenât you? Thatâs because I canât, and no points for guessing whoâs enforced that rule.â
Taking a quick breath, Akito continues. âI did solve the Vocaloid module assignment puzzle, and Iâm fairly open about knowing my fair share of songs and costumes, but then why would I make myself more suspicious by leaving the completed puzzle out? Youâve also heard me be very open about my interests and hobbies - and this is a personal one, but I wouldâve used Rin and Len modules, even if Undead Enemy doesnât have an official released one yet. Cowards. Anyways, Iâm not a veteran private detective, especially when I knew just as little about this experiment as you did. I was brought into the fold because I have a very personal reason to look into things.â Of course, referring to Kristina. âFinally, Iâm not even an Ultimate or was ever in consideration for it like Ae-ra, Eureka, and Miss Chen, though I concede that could be faked by executive meddling just as many other things have been here.â
âSpeaking of Kristi, you.â His gaze turns to Jae-min. âInsult her one more time, and I will shove your ego so far up your ass that youâll choke to death on it. This is the also first time Iâve heard of a letter in the VR being ascribed to me, so unless you can explain that, I genuinely have no idea what youâre talking about. The best I can offer is that I did write a letter out, three weeks ago. Very publicly, in fact, as I put out a notice in the chat that Byrne, Kenshin, and Adrik all responded to. I wrote a joint letter to my mother and Kristi, and the actual letter - in my handwriting, no less - has been delivered to my mother based on the emails I shared with her while we still had the laptop, so I wouldnât put it past the sisters to scan the letter into the simulation as a way of delivering it to Kristi in lieu of actually sending it to her address. As for why she knows what weâve been up to in the simulations⌠You all have seen the coded messages and research notes about the fate of the âVesselâ. I canât answer what I donât know, but I suspect Kristi was brought up to date with what ER1K4 was up to because the simulations are meant to give her as the Vessel a formative judgement of what experiences and values would eventually be formed together into her new consciousness. I donât know why they picked Kristina either⌠But considering thereâs quite some overlap between her and Erisu as peopleâŚâ
Heâs not sure how to continue that train of thought, so he shakes his head. âAnyways! Back to the murder weapon, and honestly thatâs easy to address. Iâm associated with the stage, and a curtain is flexible enough that someone like me who has been previously injured and is physically on the weaker side, could have the strength to strangle someone like Erisu. Itâs convenient. Itâs also very convenient that, with at least ten minutes between when she died and was found, three hosts in charge of the whole facility couldnât lock down two floors or shut the elevator system down entirely. Almost like, once again, they wanted the rest of the red floor to be found.â Akito holds up his phone. âAnd I do have two pictures here that were taken at the study area in the Library, at twelve o'clock and half-past twelve. It would have been extremely difficult for me to leave for the fourth floor, spot An having an altercation with Erisu in the room, grab a curtain from the other side of the floor, head down, strangle Erisu by holding her down, then rush back to the library in the span of barely half an hour."Â
He sighs. "Adrik has seen these, and I will offer anyone else to check them for veracity. I will also submit myself to body checks if needed, and suggest the same for a certain someone else, as we now know per Erik Aâs testimony that the taser could only have one charge.â
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below is their statement;
"I've been thinking about what happened a lot, and how most of it could have been solved if you had come off anon and asked us to explain.
Some of us are proship, I wouldn't deny it if someone asked. It's not a great coping skill but given that we're still living with our abusers it's the healthiest coping method they have besides trying to kill the body or harm people around us.
I (the host) don't agree with it, and because of that we as a system decided to keep out blogs separate, one email used for a blog with anti morality and another used for proship stuff. It's the only solution we could come up with that wouldn't involve trying to seriously harm ourself in a way that we can't recover from.
"Why don't you just go to therapy" is something i know will come up so I'll answer that now: supringly therpay here is hard to get into and the waiting lists can go on for years. In the past therpaists have even encouraged us to make 'proship content' which is why we fell into making it in the first place. We've been abused by medical staff and had our issues denied time and time again, yet despite this we are trying to get into it and change.
Now you, whomever you are, stalked us across multiple accounts. That blog you're referring to was on a sperate email address to us, and we hadn't used it in at least 3 weeks and had 4 original posts. We didn't try to hide it, but you like a coward asked on anon about us using a name we don't even use any more online. It was terrifying to log onto, especially as someone who you probably know deals with extreme paranoia.
There is no logical way for you to have determined it was us, so at first I lied. What you need to understand if that you're an faceless person who has probably been stalking us from across 3 accounts and countless blogs we kept separate from that.
Then the paranoia got bad, really bad, so we deleted everything and you stole so many urls, Including one from a blog we hadn't even associated with us.
I'm not saying that what we did was right, or that what we posted was good, but like it or not proshipping (while unhealthy) is a coping method that some of us use to deal with the irl abuse we go through. If you had messaged us and asked to explain we would have. The lack of understanding of a complex situation has now evolved into you dragging out something we could have solved in dms.
Your stalking has resulted in us genuienly feeling so unsafe and paranoid it makes me wonder if you genuienly care about people who's lives are surrounded with incestous abuse every waking moment of every day, or if you're just a coward who doesn't care about the effects of abuse weve suffered since the day we were born."
the user who did this is currently unknown, but they have stolen the urls tropicalsummer, rainbowfurry, sapphirestims, and more from this system after they deactivated. i am more than willing to raise them up to help out, because systemhood is so much more nuanced than this person wants to believe. it's disgusting, and i'm going to do what i can to fight for our friends.
@tropicalsummer i hope you're proud of yourself. i hope you got some cruel egotistical power trip out of all this. - idia
aight. we're helping a friend make a statement. block the tag "paradesys" now if you don't wanna see it. - idia
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Fox News ran a bullshit story on my school system, who are seeking to ban pride flags, so let me make a few things clear:
1. There is and has always been an American flag in every classroom. There are American flags in the hallways and flying outside the school. There is no shortage of American flags in my school system.
2. Teachers are not pressured to put pride flags in their room. They are *required* to put the American flag in their room. Both of my parents are teachers and they have never been pressured or heard of anyone being pressured to have a pride flag. The majority of teachers are not displaying a pride flag.
3. PFLAG delivered the pride flags to schools because the school board had JUST decided that pride flags are not political and that they are allowed. The ONLY reason they are going back on this is because of pressure from parents who are pissed that teachers actually went and put pride flags in their classrooms.
4. PFLAG also did not even communicate with individual teachers, let alone "force" them to display pride flags. They delivered a bunch of pride flags to each school and left them in the main office. At my mom's school, the principal just emailed everyone and said "hey if you want a pride flag we have some now".
5. I have never in my life heard of someone getting an angry parent phone call for not displaying a pride flag, however my mother has gotten many angry phone calls for telling homophobes to stop being homophobic. I have never felt safe at school. Most teachers and staff do not help me, I suspect for many of them it is because they know that there is nothing they can do without angering parents of homophobes.
6. One parent they quoted expressed anger about "transgender ideology" being forced upon young kids. Nothing is being taught alongside the flags. They are there for students who know what it means. If a child asks, I imagine they would recieve a brief answer and then move on. The flags don't represent ideology, they represent people. That being said, it's cruel to keep your child from knowing the full range of identities they could have, but if that's what parents decide to do, a child seeing a rainbow flag isn't going to stop them.
7. The parent group mentioned is essentially pressuring (or "bullying" to use their words) the board of ed into taking back their previous flag policy. I know that every openly supportive teacher receives backlash and angry parent phone calls. But they aren't bullied into abandoning us. The teachers who brave backlash in order to support their queer students are the reason I was able to get a good education. Frankly, they might be the reason I'm still alive. They didn't stop all the harassment and violence my friends and I have faced, but they gave me the support to get through each day and keep going back to school. If the board are going to be a bunch of spineless cowards, they don't deserve to be making decisions for those teachers.
Anyway, here is the petition to stop them from taking our pride flags. Share it if you want, especially now that this story is being reported on nationally I'd really like it to have a happy ending.
#I'm so sick of living here. getting out this summer thank god#but yeah. fox news are shitty reporters but what else is new#I feel bad for all the queer kids in younger grades who know they have to go for more years in this#i'm a senior so I'm just relieved this is happening when I can leave soon#will probably go to speak at board meetings. someone needs to listen to the queer kids#queer#trans#enby#pride#homophobia tw#transphobia tw#bi#pan#lesbian#lgbtq+
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Put On A Show
Summary: Cha-young goes to her high school reunion and brings a certain mafia guest.Â
Author's note: I heard someone wanted a on top and in control CY so here it is! I already had this idea about a HS reunion so I simply combined the two ideas and got this smutty brainchild. This is rated E for extremely dirty so read at your own discretion, I planned on writing more fics of them pining but I really do love a women in control so I took a break from my cockblocking to fill this prompt. Hope you enjoy ;)Â
Dear class of 2005,
That time has come once again, our class reunion! This year's reunion will be held in the Phoenix Hall in honor of us all rising from the ashes of this pandemic and being reborn stronger than ever before! Tickets available for purchase below. There are separate tickets for food and drinks and this year's theme will be luxury: a life of decadence. We look forward to seeing you all.
Cha-young skims the email that had initially landed in her spam folder, only the name of her old high school attached in the subject line catches her attention enough to make her open the otherwise nondescript email.
Another high school reunion.
She had been evading these gatherings like the plague itself, ever since the last time she'd made the mistake of going to one. She had just landed her job at Wusang Firm and finally felt confident in herself, in high school she'd always been the loud one and the weird one but now she was a lawyer and a damn good one if she said could say so herself. Nobody could dismiss her now or jokingly remind her of the bowl cut she had sported before, she was always the butt of their jokes and she was tired of feeling small beneath their condescending thumb. She finally had something worth bragging about.Â
She'd stepped in with a smirk on her face, tight black dress and heels clicking as she walked waving at people she knew but didn't deign important enough to stop her entrance for a chat. The buffet table was her sole destination but she'd been intercepted by familiar annoying high pitched voices, Chang Ae-ram and Bom Min-he, the popular girls in her school and the banes of her existence both rushed over to her with drinks in their hands.
They never had anything kind to say to her and seemed to seek her out simply to put her down or remind her of how much of a âpathethic loserâ she was in high school, as if she hadnât been the one living her life.Â
The verbal sparring began almost immediately, with them all battling for lead in the "my life is going great" contest, coyly listing their accolades and accomplishment and assertively she told them both about her new job at one of Korea's most successful and well known law firm.
"Oh." Ae-ram answered with a tight smile that pulled her surgically enhanced face into a wrinkleless grin.Â
Score.
She sipped her drink feeling victorious as they both avoided her brazen eye contact. She had just opened her mouth to make her leave when a vindictive smile stretched over Min-he's face, "A job is so important but what about a family? Surely you don't plan on dying alone, how come you never bring anyone with you? We're all so sad that you don't have anyone still." She gripped the stem of her wine glass at the fake concern, suddenly the group was larger and everyone was congratulating Min-he on her engagement, the other woman waving the huge diamond on her finger in her face.
It was so vapid and stupid and she knew that it didn't make her any less of a woman that she didn't have a man but those words still burned. She had noticed that everyone was paired up and she was one of the only people who came alone, she'd been seeing someone before the reunion but at her mention of the gathering he had told her that "things were getting too serious for him" rolling out of her bed while tugging on his underwear and that had been the last she heard from him.
She'd spent the rest of the night on the outskirts avoiding her college mates and later stumbled out on her heels unsteady from the amount of liquor she'd consumed.
That had been her last reunion. She'd pointedly ignored all the invitations since then, the shame of that night still stinging all those years later. They only served as a reminder that she still had no one and regardless of how successful she was at her career she would be deemed undesirable by others.
It was such a fucking joke but she couldn't shake the insecurity despite knowing how false it was.
The sound of keys jingling near the front door knock her free from her reminiscing and she spins around to the sight of Vincenzo struggling to squeeze through the entrance with several bags in his arms, he never wants to make more than one trip- the overachiever. She nods her head in hello before trudging over to him without closing her laptop, greeting him easily with a peck on the lips freeing a few bags from his hands.
"Did you get my cookies?" She asks again despite the various text messages she had sent reminding him about her sweet treats, he rolls his eyes at her again swinging another bag into her waiting hands.
"Here. When I told you to text me necessities, cookies are not what I had in mind." He flicks her forehead lightly silencing her cry of pain with a follow-up kiss to the spot, she grumbles but stuffs the soft baked chocolate chip cookies into her mouth, cheeks puffing out like a chipmunk hoarding food for the winter.
Smooth as a well-oiled machine they put the groceries away, the sound of cabinets opening and closing the soundtrack for their movements. When everything is correctly put away, she makes her way back over to her laptop only then remembering what she'd been doing.
She stares at the screen contemplating her next move before she feels a familiar heavy weight on her shoulder, his breath is hot on her neck when he speaks, "What are you looking at?" He barely waits for her reply covering her hand on the sleek mouse, scrolling down to read the entire email. She waits anxiously in her seat as he reads the words out loud, obviously she had thought about him when she first received the email but her last experience had made her nervous about asking him to attend.
They hadn't been officially dating for long. They'd been too focused on taking down Babel and the aftermath had left them both with unanswered questions about the nature of their relationship.Â
Only this time when she asked him the same question she'd been asking since he crash landed into her life unexpectedly, after everything was over, he'd looked over at her and said in a small voice "Not if you want me to stay."
She'd been a coward and he had taken her silence as rejection and it had taken a dramatic and honestly clichĂŠ airport interruption, complete with her pushing past airport staff and screaming his name crying as they told her that the plane to Malta had already taken off.
She'd returned to her house with red rimmed eyes that widened into huge saucers at the sight of him in front of her house, large suitcase beside him.
Gasping she ran into his arms, as terrified as she'd felt that fateful night so long ago in the underpass.Â
"I couldn't go."
He tugged her closer, burrowing his face in her thick hair and breathing harshly his voice was raw and rough like he'd been crying too.
"Because of me?" She asked shock laden in her words and that's when he drew away to stare into her eyes and with a defeated nod he said, "Because of you."
The rest had been history. He came inside with her and he hadn't left since.
"Are you going?"
She stills at the inquiry, head dizzy from the memories racing through her mind.
"What?"
He places a finger on the computer screen, "This reunion. Are you going?"
She feels a small sting in her chest at his words, with a sad smile she starts to shake her head in decline but then he chuckles, "We should go. I'll be your arm candy." He teases wagging his eyebrows in her peripheral.
Oh.
"You want to come with me?" She repeats stunned by his casual offer, this seemed huge for some reason and she could feel her heart pounding erratically in her brittle chest.
He finally straightens up walking off to the kitchen grabbing a cup, pulling the fridge open.
"Yeah I mean unless you have another boyfriend you want to bring with you."
She laughs at his joke but internally her blood sings, she didn't want to get her hopes up but now she can barely contain her happiness.
She can always count him to have her back.
Slamming the laptop shut she circumvents the chair running over to him, he looks at her with a raised eyebrow prying the cup of water from his hands she pulls him down into a grateful kiss. He hums low when she slips her tongue into his lax mouth, this kiss vastly different from the peck she'd greeted him with at the door.
She can taste the caffeine on his tongue, the strong flavor of his favorite espresso swirling around her taste buds, pushing him firmer into the counter she laps at his mouth eager for a deeper exploration. He melts under her touch letting her manhandle him and move his head as she sees fit, his complete surrender makes her hot under the collar.
It's with reluctance that she pulls away from his addicting lips.
She smirks as he sways into her body as if intoxicated.
"Sorry. We have to go soon, it's game night."
It's a weekly tradition at the plaza, tonight they're playing Taboo, it had been announced in the group chat that Mr. Nam had forced them to join. It was chaotic with so many different voices there but it made her feel warm, like they were their own little family.
He groans disappointed but nods slowly, adjusting himself discretely but not enough for her vigilant eyes. She stares at the hardon visible through the thin material of his sweatpants.
"Let's go before you get me any more excited." He grumbles, picking up the snacks he'd purchased for tonight. She smiles triumphantly at his back still in disbelief that she has that kind of power over the great Corn Salad, Vincenzo Cassano.
Game night is a success, filled with laughter and playful arguing. They all work together in pairs and their team loses horribly with her accidentally shouting out all the taboo words every time it's her turn. Mi-Ri and Larry Kang- from the dance studio make a great team using dance moves and inside jokes to solve their words in seconds much to everyoneâs shock, they both adamantly deny any change in their relationship at the groups subsequent teasing.
Nobody believes them.Â
Just like they hadnât believed her and Vincenzo.Â
They get home at midnight and both collapse before they can finish what they started earlier in the kitchen, but cuddling is great too. Heâs always the little spoon.Â
The reunion isn't a point of conversation again and she almost forgets about it completely until it's Saturday, the day of the event and she wakes up alone. It's not totally abnormal with him being a morning person but she still groans in annoyance at his disappearance. The bed is so cold without his body letting off heat like a human furnace.
The sun is high in the sky when she finally pulls herself out of bed much later, 12:45pm according to her phone and she sits up with a full body stretch, body popping and cracking.
"Vincenzo? Are you here?" She calls out to the empty house, receiving no reply.
With a sigh she goes to shower and brush her teeth, he should be back soon from wherever he went.
When she finally comes out of the bathroom, a cloud of steam following her she pauses at the package on the bed. A huge white box catches her eye, the gold silken bow striking across the large rectangle. Taking a closer step she runs a finger across the smooth material in wonder.
There's a note and immediately she recognizes the distinctive penmanship.
Open me.
Not needing to be told twice she tugs the bow watching it unraveling before lifting the top of the box, peering inside with glowing eyes.
She lets out a soft gasp at the sight of the piercing white material that is almost perfectly camouflaged in the matching box. She lifts it with awe, watching material unfurl until she can see it clearly. It's a dress made from expensive fabric based on the its luxurious feel in her hands and her eyes widen at the cape that hangs lower than the dress itself.
"He was listening to me."
She remembers her group chat with the ladies from the plaza, sending them different options for her reunion and letting them help to pick it her outfit. She wanted something that would garner attention but that still felt like her, and that's when she'd seen it. The new Alexander Wang collection, all white blazer dress with a cape and button details, it looked like luxury and she knew it had to be hers.
The ladies had all been in agreement sending her thumbs up emojis and demanding that she purchase the stunning dress. She'd quickly added it to her cart but much to her dismay as she'd been entering her card information, that dreaded message popped up at the top of her screen.
This item is no longer available. Sorry, try again.Â
Her heart had sunk and despite Miri's computer savvy and Yeon-Jin 's online shopping prowess they had not been able to locate the dress on any other site. It was sold out, everywhere.
Or so she thought.
Wordlessly she slips into the dress and surprisingly it fits like a glove, as if it was tailored just for her but that can't be.
"I'll zip that up for you."
She jumps at the dark voice behind her and then a chill runs up her spine at his fingertips on her bare back. He slides the thick curtain of her hair to the side to zip it up the rest of the way, their eyes meet in the full length mirror across the room.
"You look beautiful." He compliments easily, eyes caressing her body from her head down to her bare toes.
She feels like a goddess under his eyes.
"Where did you get this? It was sold out everywhere." She stares at him in wonder and he smiles at her gaping mouth, "I called in a favor. I knew a designer who owed me a favor." He shrugs as if it's nothing that he knows designers who are connected to the Alexander Wang, she's still not used to his influence.
Wait.
"Do you know Alexander Wang?" She shouts in surprise spinning to stare at him and his easy smile and open hand gesture is enough of an answer.
"I got your measurements from Mr.Tak. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you."
Her nerves have been shot all week, it's true that they haven't discussed the reunion at all but that doesn't mean it hasn't been on a mind even haunting her dreams.
She didn't want to be embarrassed again. She knew that she shouldn't let them get to her, she didn't have to prove herself to anyone but for once she just wanted to make them all eat those condescending words. She wanted to show them that she was the same weird girl from high school but she was even more now, also a successful woman and there was nothing wrong with being both sides of those coins.Â
Without her even saying one word he'd been able to detect how important this night was for her.
"Thank you." She breathes tears glistening on her eyes, he wraps both arms around her waist beaming at her in the mirror.
"Don't thank me yet you didn't even see the shoes yet."
Without waiting for her answer he steps away to lift a pair of sparkling shoes from the box, the red soles immediately notifying her of the exorbitant brand.
She gapes at the shoes and then a smirking Vincenzo and then back at the shoes, "Are you crazy? Are those Louboutin's?" She asks the obvious question turning the shoes over to stare at the vibrant scarlet soles. A certain Bronxiteâs voice blaring in her head about blood shoes.Â
"They did say the theme was luxury. I thought these were just right for you." Squealing like a kid in candy store she sits down on the bed with both shoes in hand, but before she can slip them on he's lowering himself to his knees. The sight is enough to stop her in her tracks, her traitorous imagination running wild at the implications and possibilities. When he takes the shoes from her loose grip she merely watches as he slides the shoes onto her feet, just like the dress they too fit perfectly.
"I feel like Cinderella." She chuckles trying to break the tension and the swell in her chest but his bright smile only makes her chest constrict tighter, she doesn't know if she'll survive tonight.
"Hong Cha-young!" She freezes at the sound of Ae-ram's squealing voice only pausing for a moment before turning with a tense smile.
Here we go.
The woman is flagged by her usual posse and parrots, who are always ready to echo her biting remarks and she gulps down her dirty martini needing some liquid courage.
As if sensing her unease instantly Vincenzo takes the hand that was artistically placed in the pocket of his fitting white dress pants and curls it around her waist, grounding her with the simple touch. She turns to him and he greets her with a calming smile that she can't help but return.
I've got your back. He says with only a slight lift of his lips.
She takes a deep breath.
Ae-ram's smile dims as she gets closer to them, her eyes honed on the hand on her hip and she leans fully into the warm body pressed against her side.
Min-he speaks first, an equally constipated smile on her face, "Who's this? You've never brought anyone before. Is this a work friend?" She almost rolls her eyes at the ridiculous question, as if work friends would be this comfortable with each other. They're already finding excuses, grasping at straws and creating complicated solutions for something that is easy to understand simply because they donât think sheâs worthy of attention. That large hand tightens lightly before a light chuckle reaches her ear, âVincenzo Cassano, lawyer and the lucky man who gets to call her my mine.â She fidgets in his hold blushing at his bold introduction and watching all eyes widen at them, nobody speaks at first clearly in shock at the revelation.Â
âVinshenzo? What kind of name is that?â Someone harps from the back of the crowd and she feels her hackles rise, yes she might have struggled with the pronunciation of his name at first but it felt petty and intentional right now not an honest mistake like her mispronunciation had been.Â
But before she can unleash her anger, another old classmates breaks the tense stalemate.
âOh youâre the Italian lawyer I heard about on the new, who took down Babel! Great job!âÂ
She had also helped with that, them being a team but nobody seems to care about that all focusing on Vincenzo, all herding around her Italian like heâs a celebrity and she watches shock as he easily wins them over.Â
âSĂŹ, ero io. Il piacere è tutto tuo.â Yes that was me, the pleasure is all yours.Â
The group minus Ae-ram and Min-he all oh and ah at his effortless Italian despite having no clue what exactly he just said, she too is clueless at the quickly stated sentence but the mischievous smirk on his handsome face informs her of all that she needs to know, he is mocking them right to their faces. She hides a smile behind her hands, pretending to cough into her fingers.Â
Wordlessly, the group separates based on sex-she watches helplessly as Vincenzo is tugged away in a boisterous discussion about the state of Korean football- and she is left alone with those harpies but unlike the other reunions suddenly she is the most interesting woman there, regardless of Ae-ram trying to steal the show with pictures of her new full breed dog. She watches amused as the other woman is pushed aside and she is accosted on both sides, questions firing off like rockets.Â
âWhere did you meet him?â
âDoes he have a brother?â
âWhen are you getting married? You have to marry him!â
âDoes he always smell that good?â
She turns flabbergasted to hear that question coming from Ae-ramâs right hand woman, Min-he and Ae-ram glares at her looking betrayed before she storms off with her professional head shots of her dog. She expects Min-he to trail after the spiteful primadonna but to her shock the other woman moves in closer, joining the firing brigade with their million questions about the handsome Italian.Â
They all settle down when the man they are so curious about returns, hand back on her waist like that its resting place.Â
Her ears ring from their coos and shrill âawwsâ but she leans into him nonetheless happy to have him back, already exhausted dealing with these people.Â
Then she notes that the tone of the questions suddenly shift as they begin to bombard the Italian Korean all at once. There are....more flirtatious when speaking to him and she feels her blood curl at the unprecedented change.Â
âAre all Italians this handsome?â Her eye twitches at the bold inquiry, subconsciously she feels her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at the woman who was brave stupid enough to ask that. The bitch blanches at her sneer but still flutters her eyelashes at Vincenzo waiting for his response, she clears her throat loudly answering for him, âHeâs one of a kind and fortunately all mine. â She can feel the smug bastard preening next to her practically buzzing from her compliment, and she quickly makes their escape, âPlease excuse us.â Vincenzo smoothly tips his drinks at the women, âAddio,â he bids farewell in Italian arm still hooked around her waist as she sashays away, Louboutin's clicking on the marble tile floor.Â
The scrap of Italian leaves them all in a frenzy, whispering wildly behind them.Â
She drags them to the bar, ordering two shots of soju and another dirty martini ignoring his examining stare.Â
âYouâre enjoying this arenât you?â She already knows the answer to her question, itâs written all over him and she tries to stifle the jealousy that wants to rear its ugly head.Â
He looks over at her with a lazy grin, trying to appear innocent. She isnât fooled for one second.Â
âMe? Iâm not doing anything. Iâm only here for you.âÂ
She scoffs at him, staring at his annoyingly handsome face and his gleaming white suit he discarded the jacket earlier and his arms have been distracting her all night.Â
âYou love the attention.âÂ
He rubs his neck before turning to her fully, leaning on the bar counter.Â
âWhat? Are you jealous of the attention Iâm getting? isnât that why you brought me to make you look good?âÂ
She wants to deny it and laugh at him, but even now she can hear the voices in the distance all intrigued by the Italian and the bartenderâs eyes linger just a minute too long as the smooth Lawyer throws his free shot back in one fluid motion. She should be used to it by now, everyone in a ten mile radius getting a hard on for the Korean Italian. She understands why he gets all this attention, he is gorgeous that was one of the many reasons that she had fallen for him too but sometimes it can be intimidating to be with someone that so many others desire and so obviously too.Â
She wonders if she even deserves him.Â
Was she enough for him?Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head?â He taps her on her forehead dragging her from her self-deprecation. âDo you know why theyâre all so mean to you?â He suddenly asks and she stares at him before shaking her head no.Â
Probably because sheâs a hot fucking mess.Â
âTheyâre jealous of you.âÂ
A burst of laughter slips free at this speculation and she watches as his face tightens, âYou really donât know do you?â His voice is liquid fire, smoky and dark like the tendrils from a cigarette.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â She manages to get out despite being lost in his voice.Â
âHow sexy you are.â He leans over to whisper directly in her heated ears, she moans lightly at his breath on her skin.Â
That is hardly ever a word that she has heard used to describe her, Hong Cha-young.Â
Clumsy. Forgetful. Selfish. Loud. Demanding. Too Much.Â
Those words she had heard all her life but never sexy. She was too strange to be sexy.Â
âYouâre smart and beautiful and you have a successful career. You arenât afraid to be yourself and now you have me on your arm. You have everything and they wish they were you, theyâre jealous.â He repeats firmer this time, rubbing a large thumb across her bottom lip and grinning down at her with barely contained glee.Â
She starts to deny his claim but then she looks behind her and sees nothing but a sea of envy, women and men both looking at them and she notes not all eyes are on Vincenzo a few men seemed lost in the low cut dip of her dress and the miles of naked skin on display.Â
She gasps at the hard line that pokes at her bottom when he leans into her back, standing flush her back to his front. She shivers when he leans down to breathily say, âEveryone is watching, why donât we give them a show?âÂ
This is not like her, at all.Â
She has never been a fan of public displays of affection, even screaming at horny strangers in the past to get a room but she feels all that restraint leave her body at his challenge. Driving her body back into his jutting erection she slowly grinds in perfect rhythm to the song playing over the stereo.Â
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She feels seductive as the music curls around her and she lifts her arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him ever closer and pushing back harder delighted at the groan that escapes his lips. He is coiled tightly behind her but he doesnât move a muscle letting her have complete control over their interaction and she has never felt more powerful. Continuing to sway she leans back when he tightens his grip around her waist, mewling as his nose rubs at her earlobe and letting out a soft gasp when he blows on the tender flesh.Â
When she peels her heavy lids open, there are so many hungry and watchful eyes on them.Â
Ae-ram looks scandalized and she can see the woman pointing at them but she canât hear a word that sheâs saying the blood in her ears is too loud, drowning out all other sounds.Â
It must be the liquor in her veins because seeing all the voyeurs only makes her bolder, before she can second guess herself she spins around much to Vincenzoâs chagrin but she silences him with a finger on his lip.Â
âFollow me.âÂ
He arches a thin eyebrow but eagerly obeys her command when she tugs him in the direction of the bathroom.Â
She hears several gasps behind her as she tugs open the door stepping inside, dragging him right behind her the silence is deafening when he closes the door behind them, turning the lock with a metallic snap.Â
Her breath comes out in hurried puffs.Â
What the fuck am I doing? She asks herself, wondering if this is what people call an out of body experience.Â
âWe donât have to do anything. Their imaginations will do the rest.âÂ
Heâs giving her an out.Â
Gripping his hands tighter, she pulls him over to the toilet which is thankfully clean using her feet to slam the seat down before pushing down him to sit. He looks up at her with inquisitive eyes, waiting for her next move but lets himself be manhandled the second time this night.Â
âThank you for everything tonight,â she covers his mouth with her hands as she climbs into his lap, whatever words he had on his tongue evaporate when their groins meet.Â
âI know I donât say this enough, but I love you.â Â
She has only ever said it once before and heâd been sleeping, they both knew he wasnât truly asleep but he let her pretend and she appreciated it but there was no way she couldnât say it now, tonight. He had been her prince charming when she had expected nothing.Â
âAre you serious? You say it to me in her-â She pops open his pants button cutting off his stunned response and he stares at her, making her feel hot.Â
âTalk later?â She begs and her request is backed by her hand disappearing through the slit in his pants and wrapping around his dick, the hot muscle twitching fiercely in her hold.Â
He chokes out word that sounds like a jumbled âyesâ and thatâs all the consent she needs to stroke him harder, using his precum to glide her hand down from the tip to the base and then back up again, he lets out a punched out groan at her purposeful handling of his imported goods.Â
Shifting back marginally, she gives herself more room tugging his pants down further to get a better look at the pretty pink cock, itâs standing at attention and weeping for her and rubs harder twisting in a corkscrew motion on the mushroom head much to his pleasure, he thrusts up into her hand and immediately she lets go.Â
âPlease,â he whines so prettily and she tsks at him, âDonât move, you can only take what I give you. You said you were mine right?âÂ
She doesnât know what has come over her but seeing all those women and men lusting over her boyfriend makes her want to remind them and him, just who he belongs to.Â
She expects him to put up some sort of fight, instead he nods eagerly at her command stilling his hip and she can see the strain in his white knuckled grip on the toilet edge.Â
âGood boy.â She praises and notes with stunned satisfaction the way his dick jumps at the praise too, interesting.Â
She starts with a light pace, stroking with the barest amount of pressure before she starts to grip him tighter when he groans at the dryness of her hands she leans over to spit on his head, this makes him hiss and fight to stay still in her grip she rewards him with a kiss to his flushed red head. The wet sounds of her hands stroking his hot meat fills the small space of the bathroom and lifting one hand she grabs his tie using it to yank him into a hard kiss, he opens up for her immediately letting her tongue explore his mouth.Â
She has never seen this mafia man so docile, itâs like seeing a lion behave like a house cat.Â
With a hard suck at his bottom lip, she breaks their kiss leaving them to pant into each otherâs mouth harshly.Â
She didnât know how far she actually planned on going but now nothing seems like enough, she needs more.Â
Staring deep into his eyes, she stands up releasing her grip on him and he sighs watching her confused before she slides both hands under her dress and slowly pulls down her panties, they are tiny, white and lace, matching her bra and he looks mesmerized as they are pried down her legs.Â
âAre you sure?â Heâs still checking on her and she smiles at him, stepping out of the panties and cheekily putting them in his pocket, âGive them safe for me,â she doesnât give him a chance to reply before sinking back down onto him, his dick is hard and thick but sheâs so wet that he glides into her like they are two matching pieces of a puzzle. An erotic puzzle.Â
âFuck!â He shouts when he bottoms out and his cock is completely encased in her tight walls, his voice echoes off the bathroom walls.Â
She grabs his tie, making his eyes pop open and she watches amused as he sputters as she stuffs the expensive material into his mouth.Â
âYouâre being too loud.â She teases remembering all the times he had been the one admonishing her as she screamed beneath him.Â
âYouâre enjoying this arenât you?â He echoes her words from spitting out the tie and she canât deny it, so instead she rocks forward taking even more of him simultaneously shoving the wet tie back into his mouth listening to his barely muffled grunts. She rises up on the tips of her toes, her red bottoms giving her that extra bit of height, his hard tip popping free with a wet squelch before she slams back down onto him titling her head back and moaning to the ceiling.Â
Heâs being so good, not moving at all simply letting her fuck down on him and she can tell his control is slipping every time he grips her waist too tightly, painfully.Â
She continues to ride him, chasing her own pleasure and whimpering when his blunt head slides across her engorged bead, rocking vigorously up and down as she feels the end drawing near. She tightens her hold on his shoulder, using him as leverage to ride him faster, his thighs tense under the weight of her body and her rapid pace.Â
The wet smacks fill the air filthily and she feels dirty, absolutely nasty but instead of shame an intense wave of pride barrels over her.Â
âYouâre mine.â She whispers out loud to herself but he misinterprets the words and eagerly nods at the statement thinking she wants him to declare that heâs hers, âYes I am yours, all yours,â and she loses her mind, pistoning herself rapidly on his lap before pleasure surges through her body, starting in her toes and curling up her thighs and she rocks her nipples into his chest through their layers of clothes, she muffles her cry in his throat roughly pulling at the skin there to silence her deafening screams.Â
Itâs only then that he breaks the rules, reaching up to grab her shoulders and yanking her down to meet his vicious upward thrust and waves and waves of thick streams fill her up until she feels it leaking at the sides.Â
There is no sound besides their louds pants.Â
Then two loud knocks make them both jump from their wrecked state, his softening length falling from her grip.Â
âThis is the only bathroom.â A voice calls out disgusted and with a gasp she stands up straightening her dress and running a hand through her hair before realizing that itâs still sticky, great.Â
Vincenzo is a puddle on the toilet, legs spread apart and softened dick not yet tugged away, he looks like sin reincarnated and it takes everything not to initiate another round.Â
âCome on lover boy,â she tugs him up pulling him up and zipping up his pants, then she moves him over to the sink washing her hands and making him do the same. Their eyes meet in the mirror and thatâs when she sees much how debauched they truly look, when he turns to look at the hickey she sucked into his pale skin while trying to be quiet she finally feels the ability to be embarrassed returning.Â
itâs huge and red, almost purple, covering the thick column of his throat and he winces when he rubs at it.Â
âIâm sorry, I got carried away.â She apologizes but its for naught because he grins at her proudly, âYou were just claiming whatâs yours.âÂ
His words light another fire under her skin and itâs only the pounding on the door that stops her from jumping him again.Â
When they finally pull the door open, none other than a blanched face Ae-ram is on the other side. The woman looks shocked to see them both standing in front of her and the gears begin to slowly turn and a bright blush rushes up her unnaturally high cheekbones while color evacuates the rest of her face.Â
âAre you serious?!âÂ
She doesnât stay to hear the rest of the womanâs snide remark, all eyes are on them as she walks over to the bar to grab her discarded purse and Vincenzoâs jacket, the bartender winks knowingly at them looking equal parts aroused and jealous and she chortles, winking back.Â
He hands them two shots, âItâs on the house,â he looks them up and down languidly licking his lips and she slams back the bitter liquid before turning to Vincenzo, his lips are shiny and now wet under the bright lights.Â
âLetâs get out of here.â She slams the shot glass on the counter, pulling him out the door.Â
He hastily swallows his drink, letting her tug him out the door into the cool night air.Â
âYou didnât let me answer you before, but me too.âÂ
She looks at him from the corner of her eye, the wind causing her to sober up and it takes a minute to understand what heâs talking about. She shifts awkwardly when she ultimately realizes nodding while looking away, their cab is three minutes away.Â
âI love you too, Hong Cha- young.âÂ
As if she didnât already know. It was too obvious after tonight.Â
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It was peaceful for once in the manor. Dick, Tim, Damian, Steph, Cass, and Babs were all in the living room doing their own thing. However peace cannot last forever and the silent atmosphere was interrupted by one Timothy Drake-Wayne.Â
âGuys come check this out!â He exclaimed, his phone facing the others in the room. They all gathered around the phone, some more annoyed than others. On screen was a video and Tim hit play.Â
It showed a girl with dark hair, blue eyes, and pale skin motioning for someone off screen to come over. There was music going on in the background and the girl was obviously getting impatient. The figure came on screen and they were all shocked to see it was Jason. Then at the top of the screen the words âDoing this trend with my overprotective best friendâ appeared and now they were very confused. Jason had never mentioned this girl before.
The music stopped and the girl repeated the lyrics âLook at my ass, look at my thighsâ as she turned around. But before she could turn around Jason picked her up and carried her off screen before the video ended.Â
âWhat was that?â Dick asked after a few seconds of silence.Â
âItâs a trend on tik tok that girls usually do with their boyfriends, but in this case Jason and this girl are just best friends.â Steph answered.Â
âHow does Jason even know this girl?â Dick pointed out, asking the question that was on all of their minds. Unfortunately, no one, not even Tim, knew the answer.Â
Cass then spoke up, âWatch more.â She grabbed Timâs phone and played another video, however this time it was Jason holding the camera. He came over to the strange girl who looked to be baking something. She looked up at him weirdly, asking something that couldnât be heard because of the audio playing, luckily they could read lips.Â
âWhat are you doing?â She asked
Jason responded with âJust listen.âÂ
She turned her attention to the camera as the lyrics âThatâs my best friend, thatâs my best friendâ played. Jason was moving to the beat and that seemed to convince the girl to also move to the beat. The song continued with more lyrics playing âSheâs not my girlfriend, sheâs my best friendâ. Then suddenly the lyrics âI just fuck her her from time to timeâ played and the girl whipped out her spoon and started whacking him on the head with it. She was screaming âLIESâ just before the video cut out.Â
This led to them going on a spree of watching their tik toks. Apparently this was their shared account and both of them had separate accounts they planned to look at later. An hour had passed of them just watching their tik toks before they stumbled upon an intriguing one. The caption was âYou guys asked for it, so Iâll explain. This is going to be my side of the story.â
It showed Margot, as they had found out her name was, sitting on her bed recording herself painting her nails a blood red as she talked.Â
âOk so you guys have been asking for this for a while so here it is. How I met Jason part one. And Jason will also be doing his side of the story, just so youâre aware, watch that after this. But this also takes place after the whole âHawkmoth and Lila Incidentâ so if you havenât watched that storytime on my personal account, you should probably go do that.âÂ
One look at each other and they knew they were gonna look at the story afterwards. It was getting too good to leave now.
âSo a long time ago I had a venting account on Instagram. Now I had many venting accounts, all with different usernames, including Twitter, Facebook, Snapchat, all that good stuff but Instagram is where I met Jason. I posted something about how death could never stop me because I had died by the hands of an akuma before but ladybugâs cure brought me back to life. But then later on in the post I said something about how if this one boy, you all know who he is, couldnât take a hint then I would rather let death take me than bother living in this mortal realm. Jason ended up seeing the post since we were following each other at the time and DMed me. Now he said and I quote âYo, my username at the time, if you need me to come and beat this guys ass I would be more than happy too. I would gladly let death claim me as well without your shit posts to relate to.ââÂ
She had tried to make her voice sound deeper and had stopped painting her nails so she could do air quotes. âLooking back on it now, that is such a Jason thing to say, but at the time I was pretty confused and mildly concerned. And timeâs up, part two will be posted right now.âÂ
âWait, what the heck is an akuma and ladybugâs cure and why did she die from it!?!?!â Dick shouted once the video ended.Â
âDick you donât know what sheâs talking about?â Babs asked in disbelief.Â
âTt, Grayson, and I thought you were one of the smart ones in this family.â Damian scoffed.Â
âDoes everyone here, but me, know what she's talking about?â Dick questioned, getting yes and nods from everyone in the room.
âOkay Dick,â Tim began, âThis is gonna be pretty unbelievable and complicated so Iâll try to explain it as best I can in a short amount of time so we can finish her side of the story before dinner. So while Iâm explaining donât interrupt me.âÂ
He waited for Dick to nod his head before continuing. âThere are jewelry called miraculous that house mini gods that grant powers to whoever has the jewelry. Each miraculous houses a different god thus a different power. Miraculous themselves, including the gods bound to them, are neutral so they can be used for good or evil depending on who wields them.Â
Hawkmoth and Mayura used the butterfly and peacock miraculouses for evil purposes and were basically emotional terrorists to the people of Paris. Hawkmoth was able to send out a butterfly with magic to a person feeling negative emotions and manipulate them to do his bidding. These butterflies and villains created by the butterflies were called akumas. If you were or became an akuma you were akumatized. Mayura was able to send out a feather with magic that also used negative emotions to create a monster that aided the akuma. The feathers were called amuks and the monsters were called sentimonsters.Â
That was when the heroes Ladybug and Chat Noir also came along and fought Hawkmoth. Ladybug had the ladybug miraculous which granted her the power of lucky charm and miraculous ladybug. Lucky charm gave her an item needed to defeat the akuma and miraculous ladybug reversed all the damage a fight caused. She also had the task of purifying the akuma, turning it back into a butterfly. Chat Noir had the black cat miraculous which granted the power of cataclysm, which made it so he could destroy anything he touched. The 2 worked as a team for around a year before they brought in other temporary heroes who are not that important. Eventually all their temp heroesâ identities were outed and they could no longer use them so they were back to square one.Â
However many people noticed that Chat Noir was not taking his job as seriously, he began sitting out battles, flirting with ladybug while there was an akuma, and even getting civilians killed, relying too heavily on ladybugâs cure. Weâre not exactly sure what happened, we assumed she snapped because one akuma attack Chat Noir was not there. Instead, there was a whole new team of miraculous wielders including Murder Hornet wielder of the bee miraculous who had the power venom which let her temporarily paralize her opponent, Red Illusion wielder of the fox miraculous who had the power mirage which let him create illusions, Peridot Protector wielder of the turtle miraculous who had the power shelter which allowed him to create indestructible shields, Medusa wielder of the snake miraculous who had the power second chance which allowed her to reset the time line as many times as needed to win the battle, Mustang wielder of the horse miraculous who had the power voyage which let him create portals, and a new black cat holder, Midnight.Â
The team took 6 months to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura, who turned out to be Gabriel Agreste and Natalie Sancour. The Justice League tried to recruit them but they all wanted to live normal lives. Ladybug still checks in every 3-6 months to reassure everyone she still has all the miraculous. I donât blame them, especially Ladybug, for wanting a normal life. This whole thing started when they were around 13 and ended when they were around 17.â
Tim then clicked on part two of her story, not even waiting for Dick to recover from the huge information dump.Â
It was the exact same place she was at in part one, and she was still painting her nails the same shade of blood red. âOkay guys part two of how Jason and I met. If you didnât watch part one go watch then return to this one. So picking up where we left off I Dmed him back and we ended up having a very long conversation about murder, people not understanding the word no, and spineless cowards. This went on for quite a while of us just messaging each other and eventually we gave each other our emails and then phone numbers. I gave him my phone number just before I moved out of Paris. After like 6 months of texting we planned to meet up at some park in New York that was near the apartment I lived at at the time. Now in hindsight that was a very dumb move on my part so to all the kids watching donât go meeting up with strangers you meet on the internet. Do as I say not as I did. I almost regretted my decision to meet up with him because he is intimidating as hell! Heâs like over 6 foot tall, with muscles the size of my head! I honestly thought that I had put myself in a very bad situation but thankfully he was just as nice in real life like he was over text. We ended up hanging out a lot more and long story short weâre best friends!âÂ
It was at this point that she looked directly into the camera with a glare that could rival Batmanâs, stating, âLiterally just best friends to all the people who think shipping us is okay!â And just like that, it was gone, âAnyways see you guys next video, bye!âÂ
And with that the video ended and the Wayne children, minus Jason obviously, were left wondering how they missed the fact Jason had a female best friend. One where they declared their friendship on the internet nonetheless!
âWell that was certainly something.â Steph commented.Â
âYeah, who knew Jason could have a non hero friend that we didnât know about.â Tim joked.Â
âSo are we gonna watch Jasonâs part?â Dick asked.Â
âI donât think we have time for that, but we can watch it after dinner.â Tim suggested, âAlfred is probably on his way to get us right now.â
âTt, what do we do now?â Damian questioned.Â
It was then that Cass stole Timâs phone and started to play a new tik tok. And it showed Margot trying to teach Jason how to do the WAP dance. They were never letting him hear the end of this.
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I am literally so sorry for that huge information dump with the miraculous. I did not expect to get that carried away while writing and by the time I realized it, it was too late and I had to post. Honestly because of how much I wrote I will probably use the miraculous holders names in a future fic, cause Iâm lazy. :P Also if you wanna guess their identities feel free to! Anyways tomorrows prompt fic thing will be like a prequel for this one, itâs basically why Marinette now goes by Margot and why she lived/lives in New York. The prompt âBetrayal" will be connected to this as well. :) Also sorry this was posted so late, I had things to do, that I still need to do...I hate procrastination
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Guess Again
Day Four of Harringrove AUgust, Profession AU! Steve runs into a hot guy named Billy on his plane flight back to Indianapolis, and Billy lies about what he does for a living, then, laughing, admits he lied.  The prize for this guessing game: an exchange of phone numbers.
Steve found his seat, in coach, because that was the only seat available on the overbooked flight into Indianapolis a week before Thanksgiving. He shoved his carry-on under the seat, and wedged himself in the limited leg room, opening his laptop to answer the emails that had been pinging his phone before the plane was ready to take off, and heâblessedlyâhad to go into airplane mode. Â
He barely even noticed the guy wedging himself in to sit by the window, and trying to get the damn table to stay up. Steve typed away as the busted table mechanism flapped onto the guyâs lap over and over. Finally, Steve grimaced, glancing over. âYou can use my table,â he offered, registering only that the guy was tattooed, and kinda...hot. âIâll put this away as soon as we taxi to the runway.â
âItâs fine,â the dude said, smacking the floppy table with a sigh. âNot like thereâs a meal on this flight.â
âYou can lean in and share my pretzels,â Steve told him, grinning over, and was met with big, long-lashed blue eyes, an annoying mustache, and curls that curved around an attractively firm jaw. Â
The guy nodded, and put the broken table away. â...kind of a workaholic?â he asked, probably because it was nearly ten oâclock at night, and Steve was glaring at his screen and typing emails like his survival depended on a high word count. Â
He snorted a laugh. âI left them all until now,â he said, grimacing. âThey really donât need my input, but if I replied earlier, theyâd just ask me something else. Something they could google.â He narrowed his eyes at an email from a coworker whoâd actually emailed to ask for exact details of what was allowed under the sexual harassment policy. Talk to HR, he sent back. Creep, he thought. He finished the last of the replies, hoping he wasnât sending anything too weird in his distraction, and closed his laptop. âUm. Sorry. What do you do?â
âI sell life insurance,â the guy said immediately, with a toothy grin. âIâll sell you so much insurance on this flight.â
âUh,â Steve said, blinking at him. âUmm...oh.â
âThatâs a lie,â was the dudeâs followup, and Steve stared at him, starting to regret his offer to share a table, or catch the flight at all. âI donât sell life insurance, I swear. I promise,â the guy said, laughing. âGod, your face. I just...my job is...I started telling people I sell life insurance, so they wouldnât talk to me.â
âI can just sit over here,â Steve offered, pretending to zip his lips.
âNo, no, itâs, uh. Sorry I lied. Talk to me, itâs a long flight.â
âWhy do you have to lie?â Steve had to ask, and the guy grimaced. Â
âMy jobâs kinda awkward,â he said, laughing.
âAre you a...porn star?â Steve asked, trying to figure out what kind of job would get the worst people to talk to you, and the dude cracked up. Â
âJesus, no, but thanks for the ego boost,â he said, and Steve snorted a laugh. Â
âUm. What aboutâŚâ Steve thought, opened his mouth, and then closed it. âCan I guess?â he asked, grinning, and the guy snickered. Â
âSure. Give it your best shot. Just donât tell me any horror stories.â
âDo you embalm bodies?â Steve tried, already holding back a tide of questions, like did you ever drop one and have to fix a broken nose.
âNope!â said the guy, turning to lean more against the window, to face Steve. âHow many tries do you want before I just tell you?â
âOh, no, no, lemme guess,â Steve said, thinking as they came around asking for drink orders. âHorror stories...um. Are you a soldier?â he asked, wide-eyed, and the guy laughed again. Â
âNo! No, nothing like that.â He leaned to see Steveâs ID as Steve pulled it out to order a beer, and Steve grinned. Â
âIâm Steve.â
âBilly,â said his mysteriously-employed seatmate, offering his hand, and Steve flipped it over investigatively. Â
âYou donât have those, like, love/hate knuckle tattoos,â he said, feeling like a detective. âSo...maybe not a biker?â
âIâm not a biker,â Billy snickered. His hand was warm in Steveâs. âIs that even a job?â
âOh! Oh!â Steve leaned forward, sure he had it this time, and Billy moved the armrest between them out of the way. âA writer?â
âWhat?!â Billy laughed, which probably meant Steve was wrong, but he argued his point. Â
âPeople tell you horror stories,â he said, narrowing his eyes. âSoâso probably everybody tells you they have a great idea for your next novelââ
âNo, uh. One clue,â Billy said, grimacing. âTheyâre true stories.â
âTrue stories,â Steve said, going to cross his arms in thought, and realizing Billy hadnât taken his hand back. âUh, what do I get if I guess right?â he asked, squeezing Billyâs hand, and Billy snorted a laugh, grinning like he couldnât quite believe what was happening.
âI dunno, I feel like Rumpelstilzkin, you want like my firstborn orââ
âNo, nope,â Steve made a face. âI got enough kids around, thanks. Ohââ he blinked, realizing how that sounded as Billy started to pull his hand back, and lean away, âânot, like, Iâm not a dad, I donât have a wife and kids or anything. I just have some little shitheads that come over all the time and eat all my popsicles and pizza.â
âOh good,â Billy said dryly. âIâd feel terrible if holding my hand ruined your marriage.â
âNo other knuckles can fulfill me, now,â Steve said soulfully, and then when Billy burst out laughing, Steve couldnât hold a straight face. Â
âYou know how fucking dirty that sounds, right,â Billy whispered, rubbing his face with the hand Steve wasnât holding, and Steve snorted a laugh.
âDonât worry, Iâm not trying to get you to fist me on the plane,â he hissed back.
âCoward,â Billy shot back, and then they started giggling again, like they were ten. Â
 âTrue horror stories,â Steve repeated, later, as they leaned together over the napkin on his tiny airplane table, where he was keeping track of the guesses heâd already made. âTrue horror stories. Are you a reporter?âÂ
âGod no,â Billy said, making a face. âImagine this many tattoos in front of the news cameras? Weâve got a ways to go before they allow that.â
âOh, true,â Steve nodded. âI mean, unless you worked for, like, a tabloid. Circling everyoneâs stomach in pictures and writing âBABY BUMP?!â on it.â Â
Billy jumped when Steve yelled âBABY BUMPâ, and half the plane twitched and mumbled. âFuck no!â he hissed, laughing. âSsh!â
âHuh,â Steve said, studying the napkin. âOh! Um,â he grimaced. âPolice officer?â
âNo,â Billy growled, and Steve nodded, writing that down and crossing it out, and sipping his third beer. âWe never worked out what you got if you guessed,â Billy said, watching. Â
âOh, yeah,â Steve agreed, nodding. âUh, what about...dinner?â
âWeâre gonna land at like six in the morning,â Billy pointed out, and Steve fingergunned him.
âBreakfast.â
Billy laughed. âI dunno if Iâm willing to put out on our first plane trip together.â
âLemme get you, like, bacon and eggs,â Steve said, leaning in and waggling his eyebrows, ââand my phone number.â He smirked as Billy cackled, leaning his head in the window.
âYeah, okay. Gimme some breakfast sausage, Steve,â he said softly, the overhead reading light making his curls glow a little, like a halo. Â
âNow I haveta figure it out,â Steve said, frowning at his list, and Billyâs fingers twitched towards him. Steve grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together, and accepted another beer from the flight attendant. âI wonder how many beers that is,â he said, prodding at the label with his thumbnail. âI think theyâre like ten bucks a pop.â
âI bet the alcohol will really help you think,â Billy said dryly, and Steve made a face at him. Â
âShut up, I got it. I got it this time,â he said, tipping his head back for a long, satisfying drink of beer, and wiping his mouth. Billyâs mouth hung a little open when he finished, and Steve licked his lips, grinning. âYouâyouâre a doctor. Aâa doctor of butts. A butt-doctor.â
Billy started laughing so hard, silently, that Steve was starting to wonder whether he could breathe. Â
âIâm right, right?â Steve said, taking a triumphant swig, and Billy shook his head, wheezing for air.
âYou mean a proctologist?!â he gasped.
âYeah, and you understood fine,â Steve told him, annoyed.
âIâm notâIâm not a butt doctor,â Billy choked out, tears of laughter in his eyes. âI donât have a doctorate in assââ
âYour loss,â Steve muttered, glaring at the napkin with the list. âMan, my cousin is one, and he has some stories. Dude, thatâs everything, thatâs every damn job. Ever. Do zookeepers get told horror stories?! Oh!â He pointed the beer bottle at Billy. âDentist!â
âNo,â Billy giggled, his hair rising with static in the dry air of the plane, and sticking to the wall and window behind him. He looked ruffled and fond, and Steve squeezed his hand again, trying to think of what heâd missed, before the plane landed, and heâd spent the entire flight guessing jobs, and Billy hadnât even given him a last name. Â
âShit,â Steve said, then straightened again. âNo, okay, this time,â he said, the beer making his words a little soft around the edges, âThis time I really have it. Youâre a Mickey Mouse person.â
âIâm a what now,â Billy said, still snickering.
âYou know,â Steve said, his eyes narrowed. âYou crawl up the ass of one of those suits and let kids think youâre a Disney princess.â
âNo, Harrington,â Billy said, breathlessly, as he shook with laughter. âNo, I do not. Do people tell mascots horror stories?! I donât even want to know. Which princess? Just for scientific curiosity, Steve, which princess do I crawl up the ass of, in your brain?â
Steve tried to remember them all. âNot Jasmine,â he said with certainty. âUm. Wait, Peter Pan? Maybe?â
âPeter Panâs not a princess,â Billy choked out, wiping his eyes as he tried to muffle his laughter. Â
âHrm,â Steve said, accepting another beer and huffing a sigh, but Billy leaned in suddenly and just kissed him. His lips were warm and chapped, and Steve hummed happily against them. Their teeth bumped, a little, because Billy was giggling so hard, and Steve was grinning so wide his cheek muscles ached.
âIâm a drug and alcohol counselor,â Billy said with a grimace, and Steve glared at his beer, betrayed, "âso, um, horror stories. Yeah."
"I just have butt-doctor horror stories," Steve said quickly, trying to salvage the situation, and he shoved his beer behind him.
Billy laughed harder, shaking his head. "Iâll still take that number,â he whispered, kissing Steve againâand snickering, his cheeks flushed. âAnd breakfast?â
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The daily life of being on a computing course
Aka: things I have said or have heard other people say at some point during my course/look these quotes are golden and I needed to record them somewhere
A lot of these are chaotic and I thought you all would appreciate them If you think my DnD quotes are chaotic, yâall are gonna love these
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âCome to think of it, this course is kinda useless when 95% of our job is just looking up the answers on Google.â Â
âYou know what makes things better? Gatling gunsâ Â
âIt was about 20 minutes of this guy making dramatic gestures with no sound whatsoeverâ Â
âDONâT EXPECT ME TO DO THIS! I HAVE TINY WEAK GIRL FINGERS!!!â Â
âCoffee is not a balanced meal.â âIt is if you arenât a coward.â Â
âIf this fucking disconnects Iâm gonna start killingâ Â
âThere's a scary pile of emails looking at me and I think if I keep ignoring them, they'll go away.â Â
âThey used Comic Sans. A professional website, that our lecturer with at least 20 years of experience has used as a source, uses fucking Comic Sansâ Â Â
*hands over a chocolate bar*Â âYou are a starving child.â Â
*reclining in my chair dramatically*Â âCraaaawling iiiiiin my skiiiiiiiiinâ Â
âWHY IS MY HAND NOW THE ON/OFF SWITCHâ Â
âI only clicked one thing and it fucking killed everythingâ Â
âHow the hell did I pass? I donât remember bribing anyone.â Â
âRelational databases are the best thing since sliced bread!â ... ... â...Wait whatâs so good about sliced breadâ Â
â...Did I seriously just do mental math in the context of disinfectant wipesâ Â
âI thought Iâd live until at least 50. Turns out, Iâm dying at age 20 because someone Iâm peer reviewing doesnât know basic grammarâ Â
â...Okay now the desk is the on/off switch-â Â
âSorry that your code isnât working, but you have good taste in music.â Â
âAre you okay?â âI think Iâm dyingâ â...Yeah sheâs fineâ Â
âThis ran smoothly for most of its test run but then gave up at the end.â ... ... ... âIâm gonna name it âGame of Thronesâ.â
#shitpost#out of context quotes#university quotes#And yes all of these are real#And no#I still have no clue what the on/off switch is#Mew's quotebook
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The Ghost of Smokey Joe (2)
Autumn Serenade
Adrien Agreste was acting bizarre. Stilted body language, plastic smile, and he seemed to have forgotten how close they were. Before she can get the truth out of him, Marinette finds herself as the sole heir to the Gabriel brand and the mansion, following the murder-suicide of both Adrien and Gabriel Agreste. The mystery continues as Tikki explains that Adrien was Chat Noir...but if Adrien is six feet under, why is Chat Noir still running around?
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Many hours later, the door clicked closed, and Marinette sat up straight in attention. âAdrien?â
âNo girl, just me,â said Alya. âDid you sleep at the table all night?â
Sunlight poured in the window.Â
âI guess I did.â Marinette rubbed at her eye, smearing her mascara. âWhat time is it?âÂ
âMorning time. Almost 8. Iâm surprised Sunshine isnât still here. I have expected to catch you both cuddling on the couch together. Did you justâŚfall asleep at the table?âÂ
Marinette didnât answer, her eyes welling up with tears.Â
âMarinette?â
âHe bailed on me. Ghosted me. Not even a text.âÂ
âHe what!?â She shrieked. âWhy that dumb littleââ Alya whipped out her phone, and called someone, putting them on speaker.Â
âHe didnât answer me, Alya, donât even try.âÂ
Instead, Ninoâs voice spoke over the line. âWhat did you forget?â
âI didnât forget anything! It was that Best Man of yours!âÂ
âAdrien? What did stuffed-with-fluff forget?â
âHe forgot Marinette!âÂ
âMarinette? He ghosted her!?��Â
âYes! He never showed! And heâs not answering any calls, so you better get a good excuse from him! He better be dead or in the hospital, or Iâll put him there!âÂ
âAlyaâŚâ Marinette said weakly. âIâm sure he has a good excuseâŚâÂ
âIâll call him,â Nino promised. âIâll figure this all out. Heâs a good boy, I know he wouldnât justâŚnot call.âÂ
âI want to believe that too,â Alya said with pain in her voice.Â
Then, Marinetteâs phone rang, and she hurriedly answered it, not looking at the number. âHello?â
âHello Miss Dupain-Cheng,â said Nathalie.
âOh, good morning.âÂ
âIâm calling to inform you that next week, youâll be working from the office all week. Mr. Agreste isâŚfeeling unwell.âÂ
âOh, okay. Thank you for letting me know. By chance, is Adrien there?â
âNo.â And without anything else, Nathalie hung up.Â
âRude,â Marinette muttered to herself. âSomething smells fishy.âÂ
Nino called back a minute later. âI canât get a hold of Adrien either. Heâs not answering his phone.âÂ
Alya frowned, arms crossed. âFishy indeed.âÂ
âWell, he canât avoid me forever. I am Gabrielâs intern, so Iâll corner him sometime.â Then a horrible realization came over Marinette. âOh god, he didnât actually ask me out!âÂ
âWhat? Did you daydream this whole thing?!â
âNo! He asked me if I wanted to have dinner, and he said he had something important he wanted to tell me! But he never clarified that it was a date! I kissed his cheek! What if he panicked!? Alya, this is my fault!âÂ
Nino laughed from the other end of the line. âDude, this is so not your fault. It sounded like a date to me. He still owes you an explanation. Regardless of what type. Donât blame yourself.âÂ
âNinoâs got it right, Marinette. You didnât do anything wrong. When he stops being such a butthead, heâll come groveling. I promise.âÂ
âYeah, well, we can only hope.âÂ
Through the trees
Comes Autumn with her serenade
Melodies
The sweetest music ever played
Autumn kisses we knew
Are beautiful souvenirs
A whole week of silence was torture. Marinette continued to go to work, and put on her big girl pants and acted like everything was fine. Gabriel only communicated to her through emails, and she was unanimously thrust into the leadership role in his absence.Â
It was frustrating, annoying, and stressful, since she was not prepared to become CEO overnight. By the end of the week, she had run herself ragged. Fueled by coffee and fear of failure, she wrapped up her last project for the evening, and went back to the apartment.Â
There, blessedly, Alya and Nino greeted her with hugs and leftovers.Â
âRough day?â
âRough week! Mr. Agreste has been basically AWOL, and Iâm the one filling in! He doesnât answer my phone calls or texts, and answers my emails an hour after the fact. Iâm exhausted!â
âAnd Nathalie didnât say anything to you?âÂ
âNope, sheâs sealed up tight. Apparently, Gabriel is sick. But I canât get any news about Adrien. Honestly, Iâm about one mental breakdown away from breaking down the gates and demanding answers.âÂ
Alya chuckled. âNo need to be so drastic, Marinette. Maybe both of them got the flu, and Nathalie is forbidding them from doing anything but resting. You know how strict she is.âÂ
Marinette kicked off her shoes and leaned her head back on the couch. âI know, I know, and youâre probably right. It might be best if I come up with a plan in case this ever happens again. Specifically Gabriel getting sick, not Adrien being a coward.âÂ
âItâs weird though,â Said Nino. âAdrienâs always been overly considerate. Even after all this time, he still asks too many questions about social faux pas. For him to just ghost you, for a whole week even; itâs concerning.âÂ
Marinette had tried not to think like that. Adrien being awkward and scared was so much easier to stomach than something tragic befalling him.Â
And yet, if it had, wouldnât she know by now?Â
She took out her phone, and called Nathalie, much to the curious gazes of Nino and Alya.Â
âHello Marinette.â The woman greeted, as stoic as ever. âI was under the impression that you were done for the night.âÂ
âI am. I just...havenât heard from Adrien all week.âÂ
âWith Gabriel ill, Adrien has been busy, much like you. It wouldnât surprise me that social calls would fall to the wayside.âÂ
âI was just...worried. Is he there?âÂ
âYes. Heâs fine.âÂ
âCan I talk to him?âÂ
âHeâs asleep. Heâs had a hard week. Youâll see him Monday, as Mr. Agreste wants you working at the manor.âÂ
âOh, okay then. I guess...thank you, Nathalie.âÂ
âYou're welcome.â The call ended.Â
âSo heâs not dead in a ditch.â Marinette announced. âNathalie said heâs asleep. And Iâll see him Monday.âÂ
Nino frowned, though he didnât say anything.Â
It was just...odd.
As I pause to recall
The leaves seem to fall like tears
Silver stars
Were clinging to an Autumn sky
Monday morning, Marinette went over to the mansion. She rang the bell, and the gates opened. She crossed the quiet drive, the gates shutting behind her, and approached the door.Â
There was usually someone there to open it to greet her, whether it was Nathalie or the Gorilla. Not this time.Â
Marinette took hold of the handle and opened it herself, for the first time ever. She didnât think they would mind, if the gate opened.Â
âHello?â She called. âNathalie?âÂ
The lights in the foyer were off. And despite the large windows beside her, dark shadows hung in the corners like cobwebs.Â
The house felt empty. Cold, and dark. The manor had always been cold, of course. It was picture perfect, sterile and modern minimal. But today it felt worse. Noticeably worse.Â
If this is what it felt like at night when she went home, it was no wonder Adrien hated it here.Â
The doors to Gabrielâs office were closed, and she approached, knocking gently.Â
âCome in.â Said Nathalieâs voice.Â
She was at her desk, but Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. âGood morning,â she greeted.
âG-good morning.â Marinette nodded. âIâm just letting you know Iâm here. You usually greet me at the door so...âÂ
âYouâve been here long enough, I didnât think such formalities were necessary.âÂ
âThey arenât! Itâs fine, totally fine. Just...unexpected is all. Is Gabriel still ill?âÂ
âA bit. He may come down, but he may not. I will field all questions.âÂ
âOkay,â she nodded. She prepared to leave, but asked. âIs Adrien home?âÂ
âHeâs working in his room. Heâs very busy.âÂ
Marinette just nodded, and went to her own office down the hall.
It was a smaller room, used to belong to Emilie. Gabriel was very specific about how things were kept. The desk was Marinetteâs, but everything else was Emilieâs. The bureau in the corner, the little settee, the curtains, it was all her design. Emilie had good taste, thankfully, and so the room was fine the way it was.Â
Even with the light off, this room didnât have that oppressive weight in it.Â
She could relax, however slightly, and get to work.Â
It was hard to concentrate on work when all she wanted to do was storm upstairs and demand answers from Adrien. At this point, she definitely felt like she deserved them. Date or not, she deserved a little closure as to what had happened, and why he had never followed up.Â
In all likeliness, it would probably just be, âmy phone died, and then I forgot to text you back.âÂ
But Ninoâs comment about Adrienâs extreme consciousness really nagged at her.Â
Before she knew it, it was time for her lunch break, and she took her sack lunch with her to Gabrielâs office.Â
He still hadnât come down, but Nathalie was there.Â
âNathalie? Iâm taking my lunch now. Do you think I could visit Adrien?âÂ
The woman stopped her work and screwed up her lips, an expression Marinette had never seen on her before. She seemed to be thinking much too hard.Â
âI will go see if he is able to handle company.âÂ
âTell him I donât want to bother him, and we donât have to talk. I just want company.âÂ
Nathalie nodded, and stepped out of the room. Marinette followed across the foyer, before Nathalie harshly told her, âwait here.âÂ
She ascended the stairs to Adrienâs room.Â
Love was ours
Until October wandered by
Let the years come and go
I'll still feel the glow
That time cannot fade
When I hear
That lovely Autumn serenade
Marinette never had to wait. Since working in the same house, they had developed a pretty open door policy. He was allowed in her office anytime, and likewise, she was allowed in his room, though she usually knocked first. Young men and all.Â
But this was the first time anything like this happened. Was Nathalie just paranoid about her getting sick too? Or her getting Adrien sick?
Was Adrien still ignoring her, and let Nathalie in on it?Â
What had she done to warrant this reaction?Â
Finally, Nathalie came out of the room.Â
âAdrien can see you for a little bit. But heâs busy, so try not to distract him.â Her tone was stern, in a way that made Marinette instinctively curl into herself. A sternness like she was in trouble.Â
Seriously, what did she do?!
She climbed the stairs, and approached the door, knocking slightly. âAdrien?âÂ
âPlease come in,â his voice called back.Â
When she entered, she noticed the lights were out. He sat in his computer chair, facing her completely, sitting rigidly, and smiling.Â
It was the fakest smile sheâd ever seen.Â
She sighed. âRelax. Iâm not mad.âÂ
He blinked. âYouâŚarenât?âÂ
âI mean, Iâm a little confused. Why didnât you show?âÂ
He frowned. âIâm sorry, I think Iâm the one thatâs confused. What are you talking about?âÂ
She scoffed. âLast week? We were going to have dinner? You never showed or called?âÂ
âOh. IâŚforgot.âÂ
âIt was your idea!âÂ
âIâŚwas sick. And I fell asleep. Yes. What day?âÂ
âFriday night.âÂ
His eyes widened. âOh yes. That is exactly what happened.âÂ
She sighed as she sank into his couch, and opened her lunch. âI understand. I really do, but next time, could you return my calls? I spent a whole week in silence from you.âÂ
âNathalie confiscated my phone.âÂ
This made her chuckle. âOkay, thatâs an ironclad excuse.âÂ
He smiled, again, so fake.Â
âSo what did you want to tell me?â
âTell you? I was under the impression that you wanted to talk to me.âÂ
âWell yeah, but on Friday. You asked me to dinner and said you wanted to tell me something.âÂ
He spun around in his chair to look at his computer. He scrolled through a document, and then turned back to her. âI donât remember, Iâm afraid. This past week has beenâŚa bit fuzzy, to tell you the truth.âÂ
âWhat were you sick with?âÂ
His eye twitched. âUh, cancer.âÂ
âWHAT?!âÂ
âToo severe? Strep throat then. Pneumonia. Bronchitis.âÂ
âYou could just say you donât know instead of giving me a heart attack, you know.âÂ
âApologies.âÂ
âWhy are you talking like that?âÂ
âTalking how so?âÂ
âLike, really proper.âÂ
âIs it not how I usually talk?âÂ
âNot when weâre aloneâŚâÂ
He screwed up his lips. âHmm. My bad. Too many period dramas while I was sick, I suppose.âÂ
She laughed. âOh my gosh, like when we binged Sherlock together, and we couldnât stop talking with British accents?!â
He grinned. âPrecisely. Just like that.âÂ
âMan, had I known you were sick, I would have brought you some soup and given you company.âÂ
âNathalie wouldnât have let you.âÂ
âI know. It just kills me to think that you were alone all week.âÂ
âIt kills you?â He looked horrified.Â
âYeahâŚI know you get lonelyâŚsorry, Iâm prying again.âÂ
He shook his head. âJustâŚthe phrasing caught me off guard.âÂ
Marinette noticed from the moment she walked in, he had only once glanced at his computer. She was being a distraction, just like Nathalie had asked her not to.Â
âWell, I heard you were busy, so Iâll finish my lunch in my office. But, weâre good right?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âLike, you arenât mad at me for anything? I didnât do anything wrong?âÂ
âNo, you did nothing wrong. Weâre great friends.âÂ
âGood!âÂ
Something was wrong.Â
Love was ours
Until October wandered by
Let the years come and go
I'll still feel the glow
That time cannot fade
When I hear
That lovely Autumn serenade
She walked to him and kissed his temple, like he always appreciated, and she spared a glance at the computer screen.Â
She only got a glimpse of the first line.Â
âYour name is Adrien Agreste.â
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I canât guarantee prompt updates for a little bit. I have some logistics to figure out, but I have a few chapters ready, so I figured Iâd start posting! All the chapter titles are songs from my spooky halloween playlist that inspired this fic (and their lyrics will be in the chapters)! You can find that playlist here. The playlist will be updated as the fic goes on.
I hope to post the last chapter on Halloween!
#ml#miraculous ladybug#fanfiction#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#adrienette#the ghost of Smokey Joe#ladybug#chat noir#ghost story
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