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final-girl96 · 1 year ago

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Broken World: Chapter Six

Next Morning

I helped anyone who needed help the next morning. I took notice right away that the women did most of it. The cooking and washing of clothes, taking care of the kids, was all the women's responsibility. I helped take the clothes down to the lake to be washed and was about to help wash them when Shane called for me. "Hey, yn!" I smiled at Andrea and excused myself to go over and see what he wanted.

"Wanna come with me to do a sweep?" He asked. I raised an eyebrow in question. "A sweep? Of the perimeter?" He nodded his head. "Yeah, just to make sure there aren't any walkers roaming around. Makes everyone feel safer." I hummed and looked back at the women behind me, washing clothes, talking and laughing together. I wasn't much for girl talk or being in groups. When I looked back at Shane, he averted his eyes right away and cleared his throat.

"No. I'm going to stay here and help those women over there since none of you men seem to know how to wash your own fucking clothes. That's the role here, right? Women do all the work while the men sit on their asses." I saw his jaw tick and his curled into fists. "Is that everything Office Walsh?" I looked him in the eye, daring him to say something. He just sniffed, turned around, and walked back up the bank to the camp.

Later on in the day, after I helped the girls with the wash and got to know them more, he stopped me and asked if we could talk. I agreed and followed him to where the cars were sitting. "I want to apologize if we have given you a bad impression of us. Look, the women here don't know how to protect themselves. They don't know how to shoot a gun. Andrea acts like she does, but she doesn't know how to properly use the gun she has. They rely on us to protect them. Me, Dale, Jim, Morales, and two who are out hunting are the ones who know how to properly use a gun."

"So why don't you teach them how to protect themselves?" I asked. "They're too scared. They know if they do get into trouble that they need to go for the head. When they go out into the woods, they know to stay in the perimeter we set and to carry a knife at least. Someone is always keeping watch at all times."

I hummed, "Well, they should still be taught how to protect themselves a little better. But you're the boss so…" I pushed past him and back up to the camp to help get dinner cooking. It wasn't that late in the day, maybe only three or so, but it took a while to gather fresh ingredients, stuff that was safe to eat that we found in the forest. And then the fact we had to cook on an open fire and the number of people we had to feed, it would take a while until it was done.

I was sitting talking to Amy, she was a little younger than I was, she had just graduated college when everything happened. Her and Andrea were going on a road trip to have some sister time together when Dale found them on the side of the road. Their car had broken down on the side of the road when Dale came along and saved them from a group of walkers.

Everyone stopped what they were doing when there was a sudden rustling in the woods. The kids stopped playing, running to their mothers, and hiding behind them. I stood up from where I had been sitting and looked over at Shane. He had his shotgun in hand, and I pulled my own gun from the holster on my belt. More rustling came before two people, men, walked out carrying a string of squirrels each. My jaw dropped at who I was looking at.

"Holy shit! Would you look at that little brother, it's the bitch who put me behind bars!" I looked at Merle fucking Dixon with a glare. Everyone had backed up into a group and watched us. "Merle, I see you're still alive. I thought you would have overdosed by now or gotten yourself killed." He walked towards me and as he did I caught Daryl's eye. He looked at me with shock before it turned into hatred. Merle got in my face, "you little cunt, I outta kill you!" I pushed him back, "back off Merle."

"Or what…" he looked down at my badge and scoffed. "Detective." He turned to Daryl and scoffed out a laugh. "You believe this, little brother? Your little girlfriend here is a detective now." He turned to look at Daryl, but he had walked away to start on the squirrels he had. Merle turned back to me. He went to poke a finger in my chest, but I grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and kicked the back of his knees, making him drop to the ground.

"If you ever try to put your hands on me again, Dixon, I will not be afraid to feed you to the fucking walkers. Honestly, I'm surprised these nice people have agreed to let you join their group. I'm sure by now they all know what a racist, sexist, drug addict scumbag. Do they know that you were a suspect in a murder case? Hmm?" I looked at the group, the woman had shocked looks on their faces, pushing the children further behind them.

"Do maybe the charges of sexual assault, public indecency, armed robbery, car theft, drug, and DUI charges you have? No? Yeah, I didn't think so. I'm sure they know you're an asshole, but I don't know what kind of person you really are." He tried to get out of my hold, and I twisted his arm more. "They let you in because you have the skills to hunt, which means that helps fee's people. But I'm not afraid to bet that your plan when you came by these nice people was to rob them blind overnight." I let go of him, pushing him forward into the dirt.

Shane looked at me with his brows raised, "You will know each other?" He asked. "You could say that, yeah. We all lived in the same town. Haven't seen them in years, though. The Dixon family doesn't have a good reputation. They were really tight with the police in town. Isn't that right, Daryl?! I'm just some pig!" Did I have a lot of hate and hurt in my heart right now at Daryl cutting me off the way he did? Yes. One hundred percent absolutely yes!

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animefankotaro · 1 year ago

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Trans Ayumi

Conan aka Shinichi was in class learning the same material he did 10 years ago. Bored he looked at his little group of friends. Genta was looking at his lunchbox no dought hungry like he usually was. Mitsuhiko was writing everything the teacher said down as if this were actually important. Then he looked at Ayumi who seemed lost in thought. After a moment she raised her hand.

“Yes. Miss Yoshida.” The teacher asked.

“May I use the restroom, Ma'am?” Ayumi asked.

“Yes you may.” Aymu did a shout bow before moving but the teacher said something quietly to her first though Shinichi could still hear it.

“Do you have your special pass, Ayumi?” Ayumi nodded. “Okay. I asked just in case someone tried to stop you.” The teacher whispered. Ayumi bowed again and left leaving Shinichi confused.

Later in class after she returned all the kids were talking about what they wanted to be when they grew up.

“I want to be a superhero.” Genta said.

“I want to work at NASA.” Mitsuhiko told everyone.

“I think i'll beeee... an investment banker.” Conan lied. He couldn't let anyone know he wanted to be a detective.

“Investment banker?” Mitsuhiko questioned.

“That sounds boring.” Genta looked unimpressed.

“At least mine is realistic. Superhero. Shinichi thought and rolled his eyes.

What about you Ayumi.” The teacher asked. Ayumi was quiet a moment before speaking.

“I think.... I wanna be a mommy.”

“A mommy? What kind of job is that. You don't get paid for that.” Genta chuckled.

“Neither do many superheroes.” Shinichi thought again.

“Quiet Genta.” The teacher said. She smiled at Ayumi. “I think that's a wonderful job. You would make a great mommy.”

.”Thank you. It's just.... I can't be a real mommy.” Ayumi looked down and cried a little. The kids looked confused.

“Now, Ayumi. Just because you're a little different doesn't make you any less a girl than me, the other girls in class, or your own mom. I know woman who were born right and still couldn't have babies of their own. But they became mommies anyway though other means. You're a wonderful little girl. One day you can do the same as those other moms; and maybe just maybe you can have children of your own if the doctors can help. Do you understand?” Ayumi nodded but was quiet. “I know it can be though at times but just believing in yourself.” Everyone looked at them before the teacher spoke again. “All right now where were we? Mika what do you want to be?” The class resumed to the grown up discussion. All except Shinichi who was looking at Ayumi.

When class was out the group were outside playing. They were passing a ball bath and forth to each other.

“You know you can't be a superhero, Gento.” Mitsuhiko said. “Superheroes either have powers or are rich and buy cool stuff and you are neither.”

“One day I'm going to be a trillionaire and I'll scientist give me powers so HA.” Genta pouted. “Besides, You can't work at NASA because you're scared if aliens.”

“I'm not scared of them anymore!” Mitsuhiko defended himself. “Conan! Which is more likely him being a superhero or me being in NASA!” Conan sweatdropped at this.

“Uh, well if you ask me neither. Genta can't be a superhero his mom wouldn't allow it and Mitsuhiko couldn't work at NASA because that would mean moving to America.” Both the boys looked down at that. It was true.

“It's still better than being a boring bank person.” Genta said. Conan just shook his head. Why did he hang out with these kids.

“So Ayumu.” Mitsuhiko asked. “What was with that whole thing in class about being a mommy and a girl?” Ayumi heart jumped at that.

“Yeah. That was really weird. Why would the teacher tell you you're a girl when you are a girl?” Gento added

“I know I'm a girl.” Ayumi said sturdy.

“It was just kind of weird.” Mitsuhko told her. “Are you like one of those woman who can't have babies?”

“Yeah. Something like that.”

“That kind of stinks. But in a way you're kind of like our mom.” Gento laughed.

“Yeah. You tell us not to do stupid things and make tasty snacks.” Ayui smiled to that.

“Thanks guys. It's just I'm not like the other girls in class. You wouldn't understand.”

“No problem. Now let's go eat because i'm starving.” Gento said.

Shinichi became even more curious of Ayumi. At school the next day he tried to do some searching but it proved to be hard with all the teachers around. He did find out she needed special permission for the girls bathroom. She also saw a counselor a couple times a week after school. Lastly he saw a comment that said “AMAB”. Even he didn't know what that meant. He still needed more clues. When he looked though a yearbook a couple years back he saw that Ayumi wasn't there. However, there was another kid with her last name Yoshida. A boy around the same age as she would have been was there. Was he related to her? He did look a lot like her. He needed to ask Ayumi.

“Hey Ayumi. Can I ask you something.” Conan asked.

“Sure Conan what is it?” Ayumi said cheerfully. She always loved talking to him alone.

“Do you have a brother?” Ayumi looked confused.

“No. Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was looking though a yearbook when I saw this photo.” He brought out the yearbook and showed her the picture. Ayumi's face went white. “Is he your brother. He even looks like he can be your twin.” “No. I've never seen him before.” Ayumi nervously said.

“It's even weirder that you aren't in here. I thought you started at this school.”

“I did. I guess they just forgot me. I'm sorry Conan but I need to go home.” Before he could say anything else she ran off. Shinichi watched as she left. He thinks he has the clues. The bathroom pass, the commant about being a mom and girl, the yearbook photo. He just needs to put it all together now. The next day he went to Ayumis house.

“Welcome, Conan.” Her mom said. “Ayumi will be out in a moment. You can wait out here.” He sat on a sofa. While Ayumi was getting ready he looked around a little. He got a good look at some pictures and some old toys in a closet. Finally he saw a piece of paper on a desk. Ayumi probably left it there. He solved it. Ayumi came down and greeted him.

“Hi Conan I'm glad you could come.” They sat and talked while her mom got them some snacks. After a while Shinichi decided to get to reason.

“You know, Ayumi. Yesterday I saw a show about a girl living as a boy. She.. or he wore boys clothes, went by a boys name, and went to school as a boy.”

“Really?” Ayumi looked surprised. Conan nodded.

Yep. And just like you there were some yearbook photos that had a girl who looked like him with his last name. But it was him just before he became a boy.”

“I see.” Ayumi said looking a little white.

“He also had to have a special bathroom pass too. Hey don't you need a special pass?”

“Well...I”

“He was also described AFAB. Which means assigned female at birth. There's' also assigned male at birth which is when a boy lives as a girl. Also, he wants to be a dad like you want to be a mom. I just thought it was funny you and him have so much in common.” Ayumi was quiet.

“Conan.” Her mom said. “Maybe you should.

“You know what else I noticed. You have old boys toys you don't play with like he has old girls toys. And just like him I see in some of the old pictures in your house that you look like a boy. He looks like a girl in some of his.

“Conan I...” Ayumi tried.

“When I was waiting for you I looked at this paper on the table. It says this person was born on the same day as you with the same mom and dad. But they have a boys name and sex. It's just like with the boy living as a girl. He was called a trans boy” It was silent again “Before the other two could speak Conan did. “Are you a trans girl, Ayumi?” Silence again. Ayumi didn't have any words. She couldn't find any. She looked ready to cry. Her mom spoke.

“It's all right, sweetie. You are a very smart kid, Conan. Yes you are right. Ayumi is a trans girl.”

“Really?” Her mom nodded.

“For two years now she's been Ayumi. I won't say her old name out loud as she hates it. But she was my son. She became my daughter when she told me the truth. It was hard for me and her dad at first but we came to love her as our daughter.”

Wow.” Conan said. Ayumi started crying “Is something wrong, Ayumi?”

“No- now that you kn-know I'm not a re-real girl yo-you won't wanan be my-my fri-friend anymore!” She cried some more. However Conan got up and took her hands.

“You are a girl, Ayumi. You don't need to be a detective to see that. All the clues direct to inside you. Your heart tells you you're a girl. Sherlock would tell you that. Genta and Misuhiko could too. Sure, they're immature at times but they're your friends. They know you're a girl no matter what you look like on the outside or what a paper says.” He he pointed at her. “You are Ayumi Yoshida and you are a girl.” Ayumi wiped her tears

“You man that, Conan?” He nodded. Ayumi than hugged him which he returned. “You're the best detective ever.”

#detective conan #case closed #ayumi yoshida #shinichi kudo #Amy Yoshida #Jimmy Kudo #headcanon #trans #transgender #one shot #transgirl #mtf trans #anime #Mitsuhiko Tsuburaya #Mitch Tsuburaya #Genta Kojima #George Kojima #conan edogawa

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miss-writes-a-lot · 1 year ago

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Not-So-Sweet Sixteen (Hurt Hawks Week Day 4: Blame and Family)

(Part of my villian! Suzume au. Implied Dabihawks)

They say never become your parents, but at the same time, one begins to notice that in some way, a small part of you ends up inheriting at least one, ugly little thing from them. That one, maggot of a thing that you always told yourself you would never do or be stuck with when you have kids of your own.

In Hawks' case, it was leaving his behind.

It was supposed to be an easy bank robbery – just a couple of dumb kids with quirks thinking themselves to be big and bad villains trying to hit up one of the biggest banks in Fukuoka. He would be in and out in five minutes.

He doesn't expect to see her there, holding a bag of cash in one hand and a shard of heated but hard glass to the neck of an unconscious receptionist in the other. He doesn't expect her to listen when that boy tells her to take the cash she has and book it out the side of the building.

He doesn't expect his body to fail him a few seconds too long and get a shard of her glass stuck in his shoulder.

He apprehends the rest of the teens – he gets away thanks to her distraction – and sends a feather after her. Once the other heroes and the police show up, he books it out of the bank.

Admittedly – and he really hates to admit it – he is slower than he usually is. On purpose.

A part of him wants her to get away. Away from that boy, away from this life, away from him. She doesn't want to see him, he can't bear to face her. It makes sense.

But, he's still a hero, and whether she likes it or not, he's still her dad.

He has to try.

He corners her down some tight alleyways. She's got a white knuckle grip on the bags of cash and doesn't look back at him, but she knows he's there. The glass digging further into his shoulder, burning into his muscle is proof of that.

"Suzume!" he shouts, picking up speed, "I know you can hear me! Stop!"

"Fuck off!" she spits back. Her palms start to glow orange.

Hawks narrows his eyes, "Stop or I'll make you stop!"

He hears her scoff. He lands on his feet and detaches his feathers. He sends half of them in front of her to form a sharp red wall while the other half does the same behind him. Her boots screech to a halt, her body mere centimeters from colliding with the wall. She whips her head back at him and his breath gets caught in his throat.

She looks too...old for sixteen. It doesn’t help that she has her daddy’s height, and it’s even less ideal that those blood covered, steel toed boots add an inch or two more. Maybe that’s what all Fathers think of their daughters at some point, but seeing her with scars on her upper left arm and exposed abdomen, the long, clawed raven gloves that match the thick black mask over her equally scared mouth, the dark brown hair where her blonde is supposed to be -

She can’t be sixteen anymore. It’s not possible.

Sixteen doesn’t run down alleyways with bags full of stolen bags of cash. Sixteen doesn’t have this many scars on them. Sixteen doesn’t have that look of murder in her sunset eyes.

She holds up her fists, calling the shard back to her. It painfully rips out of Hawks’ shoulder and it flies into her hand. She holds it out to him.

“One more step and I’ll cut you!” she threatens.

Hawks hides a hard swallow. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares her dead in the eyes. Their eyes…

“I think you’re shit outta luck there, Baby Bird-”

“Shut up!” she shouts, “The fuck are you even doing? You caught me, asshole. What are you trying to do here?”

“I just wanna talk.”

She scoffs again, rolling her eyes, “Yeah, right. Like I’m supposed to believe that either of you are starting to care about me now?”

Hawks’ eyes widen, “You talked to your dad?”

“You can say that,” she replies with a half hearted shrug, “And I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told him. Stay the fuck outta my life. You didn’t want any part of it when I was around, so don’t even try to start now.”

“Suzi, I-”

“No! No. You don’t get to call me that, Hawks,” her voice drips venom as she tightens her grip around the shard of glass, “I’m not your Baby Bird, or your Chickadee, or your Suzi Q, or - or whatever! I’m not your Suzume anymore. I’m not yours anymore. You made that pretty clear when I left the first time.”

Hawks bites the inside of his cheek. He closes his eyes as the memory of that night burns its way into the front of his brain. His voice echoes in his ears alongside the sound of a slamming door and fast footsteps dashing through tall grass in a dark night full of cicadas. He opens his eyes. She’s still there, still holding the glass toward him.

Her hand’s shaking.

Sirens wail behind them. He hears Suzume swear under her breath. Her head whips around in all directions for an exit that she can’t find - not with him around.

He clenches his fist.

‘Don’t do it. Don’t do it. You’ll lose her again if you do it. This is your only way to get her out and away from him. Don’t fucking do it-’

He lifts the feathered wall behind her. She stares at the opening in surprise, turning her head back to him.

“Go,” he says, nodding down the alleyway, “We’ll see each other again soon.”

She glowers, “Don’t count on it.”

She takes the cash and bolts down into the darkness. He listens as the click of her heels slowly disappears alongside her shape. He doesn’t leave until he can’t hear her anymore.

But he always hears her.

He hears her laughs, her cries, her pleas for forgiveness and affection, her worry - he hears it all, like a record on repeat.

And from the sounds of it, Dabi’s been hearing them too.

If only he had listened better.

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houseofpinkboombox · 2 years ago

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This will brother me for days if I don't address this. Was it her intended vision to participate in the very thing she supposedly critiquing?

Sure let's give her the biggest benefit of doubt here. Maybe her heart was in the right place after all. But if that was true why male casting directors?

If her heart was in the right place why didn't that movie have really anything new to add to the conversation? Why did there have to be therapists on set for those girls? Why put those kids threw all that especially knowing how their own communities felt about women and treat girls?

Why the close ups on the girls asses.

Why the closes ups on 11 year old babies asses?

Why?

So it's either she mismanaged the project to horror show level that she did or she's a visionary that was some how thwarted? By the studio. And she stands by her movie. She doesn't claim their was any studio interference what so ever.

This was her intended production.

“We, as adults, have not given children the tools to grow up healthy in our society,” Doucouré wrote. “I wanted to open people’s eyes to what’s truly happening in schools and on social media, forcing them to confront images of young girls made up, dressed up and dancing suggestively to imitate their favorite pop icon. I wanted adults to spend 96 minutes seeing the world through the eyes of an 11-year-old girl, as she lives 24 hours a day. These scenes can be hard to watch but are no less true as a result.”

She says this is how she intended the film, a "hard to watch". And "starting a conversation about the sexualization of young girls. Like sis that's exactly what the fuck you did tho. You took girls and sexualized the fuck out of them. In the least creative way humanly possible.

You don't even get that it might be a little bad to sexualize children until the very end and it's mild as fuck, especially given the consequences of children being sexualized. So like what was the point.

And the answer is there wasn't one, folks that thing it's bad to sexualize kids are largely unchanged, the people that do thing it's totally fine to sexualize kids now how some more material for their spank bank.

And let's be all the way real no one wanted to come for this director because we all wanna see more black women direct but I can't say I'd be thrilled to see her name behind a camera again.

There is a streak of anti-intellectualism when it comes to talking about films, and it's one of my biggest pet peeves. People are seemingly completely incapable of distinguishing between "what happened in the film" and "what the film is ABOUT."

To cite one of my favorite examples, The Shape of Water is not ABOUT a woman who fucks a fish, it is ABOUT people who are otherized by society finding comfort and beauty is what others see as their flaws. It is a beautiful film, that deserved all the praise and accolades it got.

Joker is not ABOUT mental health. It is a shallow film that uses mental health in a trivial way as a catalyst for its character's mental breakdown. Its refusal to be ABOUT anything is its greatest failure. Arthur stumbles his way into accidentally starting a riot, he admits politics do not interest him, and the concerns of those rioting are not addressed because that's not what the film is interested in. It tries to use all the right buzzwords to fake being deep, but in the end, winds up saying nothing interesting.

Annihilation is not ABOUT women going into an alien environment and experiencing wacky shit, it's about dealing with trauma, and deciding whether to let it consume you, or whether to move on.

Shit like this is why Qanon was so easily able to direct the conversation around Cuties. The director wanted to make a film about exploitation and female agency, but people are unwilling to engage with theme, they only care about surface-level shit. People took one look at the marketing, and decided they already knew what the film was about, and Qanon was able to use that to whip up a moral panic, and get people to harass the director and any critic with positive things to say about the film.

I still see social media making fun of English teachers for asking us to engage with a text beyond what's on the surface, but I think those are valuable skills when it comes to how we interact with art.

Popular YouTube channels like CinemaSins and Nostalgia Critic, which have made their anti-intellectualism into their whole careers, do not help in this regard.

#film criticism

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angellesword · 4 years ago

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (02)

➭ You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively;

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, unrequited love, heavy angst, fluff, lawyer au.

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

SERIES: CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3

"Please, Joon. I just need to know if he's okay..."

Namjoon scratched the back of his head while looking at Red. The latter was practically begging him to spill things he's been forbidden to utter. He was sure he's just seconds away from telling her what she wanted to know, but then he's abruptly reminded of how heartbroken Jungkook was.

"Don't tell her I'm here," tears painted Jungkook's cheeks. "I don't want to see her. Not now." Or ever...

"He's not here, Red. I'm sorry," Namjoon sighed, trying to close the front door of his small apartment; regrettably, Red stopped him before the door shut in her sad face."I know he doesn't want to see me." She said with a shaky voice—causing Namjoon to purse his lips into a thin line.

"Right." He couldn't help but say. She deserved the snarky remark for hurting Jungkook beyond repair.

"But I'm worried about him. H-He was...so mad when he left."

'Who wouldn't?' Namjoon wanted to say, yet he kept his lips glued together. He needed to remind himself that although she hurt Jungkook, Red was still his friend.

"I'm sure he'll be fine wherever he is." Namjoon's caught Red's eyes. "Jungkook is strong, you know."

"I know." She looked at her feet; this caused the man inside the house to also look down. Namjoon was so busy shooing Red away that he didn't notice a big box on the ground. Judging by the looks of it, he deduced that this box belonged to Jungkook. The tower of sketchpads and other art materials was already a giveaway.

"Can you give this to him, though? I'm not sure when I'll get to see him again, and I know he can't live without this stuff, so..." Red picked up the box. "Please, Joonie..." She added when the older boy didn't say anything.

"Fine."

In the end, Namjoon gave in. He didn't have a choice. This was the only way to make her leave; however, he instantly regretted his decision when he spotted Jungkook sitting on the couch."What did she say?" Jungkook inquired eagerly; his eyes flew on the box that's juggling in Namjoon's arms. Jungkook saw his friend trip over a non-existent stone.

Namjoon was really clumsy.

"She wants me to give this to you." The older boy handed the box to Jungkook in exchange for his precious daughter.

"Ji-eun..." Namjoon cooed, bopping the nose of his three-year-old child. Ji-eun chuckled; her little finger was poking her father's deep dimple.

"Appa!" Ji-eun's eyes twinkled. She missed being in her father's embrace even though it hadn't been long since Namjoon left her with Jungkook.

Ji-eun couldn't help it. Jungkook used to be the fun uncle, but all he did now was cry and snort. Admittedly, she's getting tired of wiping his tears every second.

She wondered who made uncle Jungkook cry.

"Huh." Jungkook huffed as he examined what was inside the box. Namjoon was right. It's full of the younger boy's stuff.

"Is she really so eager to kick me out of the house that she personally brought my things here!?"Jungkook was seeing red. Profanities left his lips as acid dripped down his stomach. He's so mad at his ex.

"Language, Jeon," Namjoon warned, turning away from Jungkook. He couldn't let Ji-eun listen to the younger boy's dirty mouth. "Besides, you're the one who left."

Jungkook didn't know how to respond to that, mainly because Namjoon was correct. He was the one who left in the middle of the fight. In his defense, he was hurt. What Red was saying was too much for him—it was painful, the kind of pain he knew would forever haunt him.

"I love him, Kook."

Red's confession echoed in Jungkook's mind again. Red told him she loved her soulmate. Jungkook didn't want to believe her because how? How could she fall in love with another man just by looking at him in the eyes?

"We've been seeing each other for months now."

His question had been answered. Red was a cheater, and it's the last straw for Jungkook. He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up.

"I hate you, bitch!"

The pain that crossed Red's face indicated that Jungkook had gone too far. He didn't mean it, but he's hurt, and this was the only way he could hurt her back.

Before Red could say anything, Jungkook was already out of the door.

It's two am in the morning. Jungkook was certain that the only awake person that he could bother right now was none other than Namjoon, his brother-in-law.

Thankfully, Namjoon's apartment was just a few blocks away from Red's home.

"Kook?" Namjoon squinted his eyes after opening the door. He's been awake for straight twenty-seven hours to the point that he couldn't tell if Jungkook was really in front of him or if he's just hallucinating.

"Hyung..." Jungkook broke into tears upon seeing his only family.

Namjoon let the crying boy inside his house.

"I ran out of tea..." This was Namjoon's excuse when he handed Jungkook Ji-eun's milk. Namjoon didn't even have time to buy his groceries since his daughter occupied most of his time.

Fortunately, it looked like Jungkook didn't give two fucks as he was already halfway finished drinking the warm milk.

It's been exactly fifteen minutes since the younger boy came knocking on Namjoon's humble abode. Jungkook had stopped crying, though he still looked a little shaken.

"Red found her soulmate..." Jungkook spoke right before Namjoon could ask what happened. Suddenly, the older boy found himself biting his bottom lip. He didn't want to pry about Jungkook's life, but then he's reminded of the wish of Hye-Jin, his late wife.

"Take care of my brother, Joon..."

"D-Do you wanna talk about it?" Namjoon asked before he changed his mind. This was the only thing he could do for Hye-Jin.

"What's there to talk about?" Jungkook hissed even though he's the one who started telling Namjoon things. The latter kept his head low. In times like this, he wasn't sure what to say.

It's not like he's better than Red. Namjoon also broke up with the woman he was dating right after meeting Hye-Jin. The only difference was that Namjoon's ex perfectly understood the situation. She knew that they weren't destined to be together.

"She cheated on me. She said she's in love with her soulmate." The bitter taste in Jungkook's mouth was still there. It only strengthened as soon as the word 'soulmate' left his lips. Jungkook continued pouring his heart out to Namjoon despite saying he didn't want to talk about it.

"She's going to regret leaving me. No one can love her the way I do!" Jungkook swore, but Namjoon's almost 100% sure he's wrong.

Seeing colors were different. It felt like everything was perfect. Namjoon couldn't deny that one of the many reasons he fell in love with Hye-Jin was because she helped him see the wonderful hues.

It's like the more he fell in love with her, the brighter the colors became. Even now that she's dead, Namjoon could still see colors. Granted that it kind of faded, it's still the best thing Namjoon was proud to experience.

The rule of the world was simple. As long as your soulmate was in love with you, the colors would always be visible in your very eyes. It would only become less bright if your soulmate died. However, the case of a one-sided love was different. People wouldn't be able to see colors if their soulmates didn't give them their hearts.

Some said that there were cases wherein people went blind when their soulmates started to hate them. Namjoon and Jungkook didn't know if it was true or just a myth. After all, they hadn't encountered people who apparently 'went' blind because of the mentioned reason."I'm telling you, hyung. She'll come to see me soon."

Jungkook was right. Two weeks after their fight, Red showed up. Unfortunately, it's not to beg her ex to come back. She only returned a box full of his stuff, a clear sign that she's officially kicking him out of their shared apartment.

"How can she do this to me? It's my house too!" Said Jungkook nine days after Red's appearance in front of Namjoon's apartment, it finally dawned to him that his ex was no longer a part of his life.

It's really over.

Jungkook realized this while staring dumbly at his ruined sketchpads. Ji-eun accidentally spilled a glass of water on her uncle's drawing.

The mixture of pain, anger, and frustration caused Jungkook to scream. He couldn't possibly be mad at a three-year-old kid; that's why he just directed his negative emotions to the fact that Red practically kicked him out of their home—his home.

He was aware that Red's name was written in the lease contract, but Jungkook paid this year's rental fee. He's broke at the moment. This being the case, Jungkook swallowed his pride to come to live with his brother-in-law. The thing was, it's getting hard for him to stay there. Namjoon had only one room, so Jungkook slept on the couch—wait, this wasn't about right. Jungkook didn't even get to sleep. Ji-eun's cries wouldn't allow him to do so. Aside from this, the little kid had also ruined her uncle's drawings countless times now.

"Seriously, Kook. You need to move out of your brother-in-law's house." Taehyung pouted his lips.

Jungkook couldn't decide if he could take his friend's advice seriously, at least not when Taehyung's tongue was basically down Jimin's throat.

"I can't afford to lease a new place." Jungkook scrunched his nose, eyes still focused on the disgusting public display of affection in front of him. "I only have forty dollars in my bank account."

"Oh, you poor thing." Jimin slightly pushed his boyfriend's chest to dodge his kisses and to be able to look at Jungkook.

Jungkook snorted. He didn't want to be babied, especially not by Park Jimin, who he met just a few months back.

Park Jimin was Taehyung's real soulmate. It was still weird seeing them together. All his life, Jungkook believed that Taehyung, his childhood best friend, was a straight man. Taehyung dated a lot of women before; he also seemed to enjoy being with them.

This was one of the reasons why Jungkook hated the idea of a soulmate. It was a complete bull. It was unfair to let fate decide who you'll end up with. Jungkook witnessed Taehyung's struggle after meeting Jimin. He was happy that he could finally see colors and that it didn't take him long to like Jimin, but Taehyung was so confused.

Like Jungkook, Taehyung also thought he was straight, but then his world suddenly turned upside down. Before he knew it, Taehyung was crying. He was too overwhelmed with what was happening, and Jungkook hated it. The latter didn't care about genders; he supported those who didn't identify themselves as heterosexual. Jungkook hated that people had to limit what they thought their gender was just because of the concept of soulmate. Again, it was not fair.

"But I can help you..." Jimin added as he took a bite of his frozen yogurt. They were currently inside of an ice cream shop. Jungkook had to get out of Namjoon's home since it was getting hard to look at his ruined works. He called his best friend to help him destress. Jungkook just had to let his frustrations out. Luckily, Taehyung and Jimin were more than happy to treat their younger friend some frozen yogurts. Jungkook ordered three of the said dessert.

"No, Jimin." Taehyung said as if he'd read his boyfriend's mind. "Jungkookie isn't going to suck your dick for money."

"Aw." Jimin's lips protruded into a sulky pout, making Jungkook roll his eyes. Sometimes he couldn't believe the couple's relationship. Jungkook knew that Jimin was only joking, but Jungkook thought he couldn't let the love of his life think about someone else's body. He was pretty possessive.

"We can call Yoongi-hyung, though. I think he's in the mood for some dicks—"

"Guys!" Jungkook groaned, cutting them off. His eyes were widening too. "Can we stop talking about dicks for five seconds? I have a serious problem here."

"Oh, right!" Jimin's eyes lit up. He also cleared his throat—an action that made Jungkook sigh in relief; at least he's getting serious now. "You need to find a roommate, Kook. Lucky for you, I have a friend who's looking for a housemate. I think she could cut you off some slack."

The younger boy's scoff was almost instant. "Cut me off some slack?" He narrowed his eyes at Jimin. "I don't want to owe anything to anyone. You know that."

Jimin shrugged his shoulders, taking another bite of his frozen yogurt. "It's not like that. You'll actually be the one doing her a favor. She's in dire need of a roommate, Kook. She wouldn't mind if you couldn't pay rent right now, as long as you're willing to keep the house clean and look after her cat. You can do that, right?"

Of course, Jungkook could. He was an artist; he spent most of his time inside his home, silently drawing whatever came into his mind.

"Huh." Jungkook was still skeptical. "Can't she just hire a maid?"

"Wish it was that easy. She's a mess. Not even her maids can tolerate her shit. Besides, her cat is a total bitch. She scratches anyone that's not her owner."

"I'm not sure..." Jungkook scowled. He wasn't sure if he could live with a stranger. Jungkook was a shy boy; it actually took him a long time to even say 'hello' to Jimin.

"Just think about it, Jungkook..." Jimin smiled warmly at the younger boy. "I swear she's a decent person. Yes, she's messy, but aside from that, she's fine. She doesn't pry on anyone's life; she's quiet, just like you, and oh! She likes banana milk too! I swear, Kook. You'll like her!"

For some reason, Jungkook's heart skipped a beat. He knew Jimin was kind, he's the type of person who always talked about the good qualities of a certain someone, but this was the first time he spoke about someone with such passion.

Jimin continued to talk about you, his lovely best friend. If you could hear him right now, you were sure you'd end up crying. Jimin was indeed the best friend you could ask. He's fiercely loyal.

"It's true, Kook. You'll love her." Taehyung talked about you with the same intensity. He had met you, and he instantly fell in love with you. You were smart and witty.

The couple continued sharing things they loved about you. Jungkook swore he's not easy to convince. The only acceptable reason why he's standing in front of your apartment was that Taehyung and his boyfriend knew the magic of words. They had done an excellent job convincing him.

Jungkook let out an exasperated breath when you still didn't answer the door after his ninth attempt to knock. Truthfully, he was getting pissed off.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Just as when he was about to leave, the door suddenly opened with so much force. Jungkook was startled.

"I'm sorry, I was in the shower. I swear I heard you the first time you knocked, but I was panicking, so I slipped down the floor, and I..." You ran your hand through your wet hair, eyes widening when you saw your fingers covered in soap suds.

"Oh, my God!" You were panicking again. This time, you finally looked at Jungkook to see his reaction.

You were rambling about how this whole situation was so embarrassing, but Jungkook wasn't listening anymore. How could he focus on anything when his heart was beating this fast? Jungkook was pissed before he met your eyes, right now; the irritation he felt was rapidly boiling down to panic when he realized what was happening.

Colors.

Jungkook was used to seeing black and white, so imagine his confusion when the colors suddenly became visible in his eyes.

Nothing made sense to him, but one thing's for sure.

Jungkook had found his soulmate.

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aliasimagines · 4 years ago

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budapest//pietro maximoff

a/n: I was so afraid to write a hungarian reader for some reason but right now I just don’t care. I just had this idea last night and quickly wrote it. Nooow, I don’t wanna say I am gettin out off my writer’s blog but I might be.. (but only thanks to this quick bastard and József Attila xd)

hungarian!reader x pietro (i think i kept the reader gendernetural)

word count: 915

"As fucked up as it sounds.. I am so glad Bértesy got out of jail and decided to pull off an illegal weapon deal." you say not even bothering to hide the smile playing on your lips. The excitement you got since you learned that the team has a mission in your birth-town just got stronger since you got on the Quinjet, and now that you actually landed and set your foot on the cobble-stoned streets of Budapest you felt more than excited.

"Let's get that motherfucker!"

Natasha smiled at your eagerness and led you and the rest of the team to the garage building where the deal was to take place. It was a simple mission that didn't require all of the Avengers to be here. Natasha was here because she knew her way around here almost as well as you. Clint didn't come, he just doesn't like Budapest, and neither did Baner, Vision, Sam, Rhody.

So it was just Tony, Steve, Nat, the twins and you.

The mission itself was quite easy. You busted in, took out the dealers and their goons, Stark and Cap got the weapons on the plane and soon everyone was ready to fly back home to the Avengers facility, everyone except for you. You stopped right before the stairs of the Quinjet.

"Hey guys… I think I'll stay for a bit? Make sure the police really locks up those douchebags." you say. Of course the team knows why you actually want to stay back. Since joining the Avengers you rarely got to visit your home. Wanda sent an understanding smile, she gets your homesickness. Steve leaned against the metal wall of the plane.

" And how are you planning to get home?"

You bite your lip, you could book a flight, it would take much longer than using the jet but you could do that. Or..

"It's, ok. I'll stay and get us home." you almost jump hearing Pietro's voice from next to you. "I'll help y/n oversee the police."

"Are you sure you wanna run that much after a mission, son?"

"Oh, come on Cap, I barely got to do anything this mission. Let me run a bit, eh?"

You smile at the speedster and Steve nods, giving you guys his approval.

"Alright, see you later kids."

The jet takes off leaving you and the silver haired boy alone. Staying true tk your words the two of you go and check the police but once making sure everything's alright you wander around the mostly quiet streets. The dim light of the street lamps, the fresh night air and the sound of passing cars makes you feel warm inside.

"I love Budapest at night." you say to your companion. "Sure it is beautiful in the daylight but at night? It's.. Truly breathtaking. For me, at least."

Pietro hums in agreement. His eyes scan the floodlit bridges and buildings.

"So this is where you grew up?" he asks.

"Not right here but yeah, I grew up in Budapest." you inhale a big amount of the night air and exhale with a smile. It smells like your childhood. You feel a gently breeze caress your cheeks. "So, why did you stay here with me?"

He shrugs his shoulders taking a bite of the lángos in his hand, which you have no idea when he got but you are almost sure it wasn't there a minute ago.

"Always wanted to visit. Plus I love spending time with ya, draga mea."

You chuckle.

"Sure you do, Maximoff. You wanna sit by the banks of the Danube? I used to love doing that."

He offers you his arm with a wink.

"Lead the way, miere."

You walk together till you find a nice bench to sit on. You talk some, he asks about the city, your childhood here and he gets some more food, this time bringing some for you too. After a while the two of you just sit there, enjoying the pleasant weather and the picturesque scenery. The lights of the bridges and buildings reflect on the water of the river. The whole atmosphere is so peaceful and calm. Something Pietro rarely experiences. He is always on the go, always rushing to get from one place to another and never thinks about stopping to enjoy the little things. Yet here he is, looking at the sleeping city, with you leaning your head on his shoulder and he feels calm.

"You were right. This is beautiful."

You look up at him with a soft smile. His accent sounds heavier as he speaks with a lower voice.

"I'm glad you think so." you gaze into his deep blue eyes and he does the same.

"We could come here more often."

"Definitely." you mumbled "And maybe next time I'll get to show you around a bit more."

He flashes you his signature smirk.

"We still have a few hours to ourselves, miere."

You cannot say no to him,but it's not like you want to. So you get up and pull him with you.

"Let's get going then, drágám."

You see him raising an eyebrow.

"What? If you get to call me pet names in your language, so do I."

Pietro laughs and kisses your temple.

"I guess you are right. So, we go?" you can't help but smile again and grab his hand. And you go, discover not only the resting city but the thing you have been feeling when with one another.

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bumblesimagines · 4 years ago

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The Oldest Pogue

Request: Yes or No

Heads up for most of these Outer Banks fic I'll probably do the mini intro lol they're fun. Btw timelines a lil weird. Takes place in ep 1 but have the party the day after they find the boat and all that. Idk Shoupe's first name so imma just call him Shoupe or dad. Idk what grade everyone is in but imma assume that the Pogues and Sarah (+ Topper) are sophomores/juniors since they're 16

"Then there's (Y/N) Shoupe, better known as Mama Pogue or (N/N). We got lucky with (Y/N) since he's the deputy's son. He's the definition of a mom friend, always taking care of us. We'd probably starve to death without his meals. Though we would never admit it, we all had crushes on him when we first met him."

(Y/N) entered the house, glancing at a passed out JJ. He chuckled, shaking his head as John B stepped out of his room.

"Morning, sweetie." (Y/N) greeted playfully, setting down groceries.

"Sorry I couldn't join you guys yesterday." (Y/N) started putting the things away and began making some lunch for the boys. John B shrugged.

"It's fine, you'll make it up to us with food." John B replied with a grin. (Y/N) chuckled, nodding.

"Where'd you go?" (Y/N) asked. John B sat at the table, glancing at JJ.

"Motel.. Found a sunken boat and a key in it so we went to the motel. Had to dodge your dad. He took money from a potential crime scene." John B told him. (Y/N) sighed.

"What do you want me to do? He already says half of our conversations are 'political'. He doesn't like that I'm hanging out with a bunch of idiots." (Y/N) said as Kiara and Pope entered.

"Ouch." Kiara grinned, glancing at JJ as he stirred. "Did you tell him about the gun and money?"

"Gun?"

"I was getting to that, Kie." John B sighed. "JJ took the gun."

"Jesus.. A gun? Underaged with an unregistered gun and no license?" (Y/N) stared at them. "Do you know how much trouble you'll get into?!"

"I tried to tell them, (N/N)." Pope said. (Y/N) pinched the bridge of his nose, putting the two plates of burgers before approaching the half asleep male.

"JJ, a gun? Really? Of all things?" (Y/N) stared at him. "Huh?" JJ looked at him, drool coming out the side of his mouth. A swift smack to the back of his head woke him up.

"Jesus, what the fuck?" JJ huffed, sitting up and rubbing the back of his head. "Come eat breakfast, JJ." John B called.

"What the hell am I gonna do with you four?" (Y/N) asked, sighing softly. JJ stood, chuckling.

"Love us." He replied, going to the table and sitting down.

"Please don't play with a gun." (Y/N) looked at him. JJ nodded, raising his hands. "Promise, Mama Pogue."

"Swear on Cheesecake?" (Y/N) cocked a brow.

"Cheesecake?" Kiara furrowed her brows.

"I swear.. I swear on Cheesecake that I won't play with the gun." JJ gave a nod. (Y/N) nodded, crossing his arms.

"Who's Cheescake?" Pope asked. "A fish we caught." JJ replied, mouth full.

"Gross." Kiara cringed, giggling.

"Eat with your mouth closed." (Y/N) called. JJ swallowed and nodded.

"Yes, mom." JJ replied, grinning. (Y/N) shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"How's everyone after Agatha?" Pope asked.

"I mean.. People have been calling the department left and right. The power will probably be out for a while." (Y/N) shrugged.

"Bet those kooks will have power in no time." JJ mumbled, shaking his head.

"Can't believe the one day I don't hang out with you guys, JJ gets a fucking gun." (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head.

"Also! John B and Pope surfed the surge." Kiara said.

"You did what?!"

"Way to snitch on us, Kie." Pope mumbled. Kiara shrugged.

"It's called payback." Kiara replied with a chuckle.

"If it took down a boat, it probably could've taken you along with it." (Y/N) placed his hands on his hips. JJ mimicked him, earning another smack on the head.

"Come on, we're having a party at the boneyard." John B said.

(Y/N) laughed as he won the drinking competition. JJ laughed, high fiving him. Kiara noticed the JJ held onto (Y/N)'s hand for a little longer than needed.

"What would daddy say if he saw you drinking?" JJ asked, getting another cup. The two headed over to John B. (Y/N) laughed.

"What's he gonna do? Ground me? Lock me up for drinking?" (Y/N) questioned. JJ shrugged, grinning as he offered John B a cup but noticed Sarah Cameron and offered it to her instead.

"Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milawaukee beverage?" JJ asked. (Y/N) shot him a look, glancing at Topper.

"No, thanks." Sarah smiled, shaking her head.

"Come on. Is it not fancy enough for you?" JJ asked.

"No, we were just leaving-"

"You know what? I'll take it." Topper cut in. (Y/N) and John B shared a look.

"Let it go, JJ-"

"No, no, I'll have it." Topper cut (Y/N) off.

"That's nice, Topper but I didn't ask you. Now, if you said pretty please, maybe, but you didn't. So, Sarah-" Topper knocked the drink out of JJ's hands which in turn made JJ grab him by the shirt.

"JJ!" (Y/N) grabbed him as John B and Pope came in, pushing him away as well.

"Dirty Pogues!" Topper shouted. (Y/N) looked at John B.

"John B, don't you dare-" John B turned around, shoving Topper back. Sarah tried to cut in but Topper punched John B. The fight caught the attention of everyone else. Topper kicked John B while he was on the ground.

"Hey, John B, don't make me down you like your old man, alright?" Topper said.

"This dumb fucking blonde." (Y/N) whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. A fight quickly broke out, the two fighting in the waves and sand as the crowd chanted. (Y/N) watched them, trying to get them to stop.

"Topper, stop!" Sarah shouted, trying to stop her boyfriend from drowning John B. (Y/N) quickly stepped in, grabbing him by the back of his shirt and pulling him back, punching him. John B coughed behind him, head spinning.

"You wanna go, Shoupe?" Topper asked. (Y/N) went to respond but a gun was pressed to the side of Topper's head, the safety clicking.

"JJ-"

"Your move, broski." JJ stared at Topper. Most of the teens on the beach ran while Sarah and the other Pogues tried to get JJ to put the gun away.

"We're good! We're good!" Topper repeated.

"(N/N), Kie, check your psycho friend!" Sarah watched, panicked and worried for her boyfriends life.

"Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!" JJ shouted, shooting two rounds into the air. Pope and Kiara shouted at JJ while (Y/N) quickly rushed to John B's side as he collapsed.

"My dad's gonna kill me." (Y/N) whispered, dragging John B out of the water.

"Help me!" (Y/N) called, getting the others attention. JJ and Pope rushed over, helping (Y/N) carry John B to the van.

"Is he okay?" Kiara asked as she drove.

"Yeah, he's breathing." (Y/N) replied, staring down at the male. John B coughed but didn't open his eyes.

"He might have a killer headache tomorrow but other than that, he should be fine." (Y/N) said.

"I can't believe you were so stupid! Taking the gun out on a kook?!" Pope stared at JJ. The two got into an argument, Kiara jumping in as well.

"Enough! JJ did it to help stop Topper from hurting me and John B. Yes, he could've done it another way and handled it better but at the end of the day, he was trying to help." (Y/N) looked at them.

"You always take his side." Pope mumbled.

"It's cause he loves me." JJ grinned.

"You're my least favourite child." (Y/N) mumbled. JJ chuckled. "Admit it. I'm your favourite." JJ cooed. (Y/N) flipped him off. They got to John B's place, getting him in bed. (Y/N) got on his dirt bike and rode off, heading home.

"Can't wait to hear this lecture." (Y/N) mumbled, parking his bike and heading inside. He entered the kitchen, starting up dinner. (Y/N) made his dad's favourite, hoping it would please him. (Y/N) heard the door open and clothes, his dad entering in uniform.

"Hey, dad." (Y/N) greeted, placing the plates of food down. He sat, shooting his dad a smile.

"Got a call not long ago. Some kid had a gun." Shoupe said, sitting down. (Y/N) hummed.

"Did you find out who it was?" (Y/N) asked. Shoupe shook his head.

"No.. But from eyewitnesses, there was a fight and I heard you were involved." Shoupe said.

"Dad, you know I'm not the violent type." (Y/N) continued to eat. "But I did punch Topper for trying to drown John B." (Y/N) said quickly.

"Thank you for being honest." Shoupe said, sighing deeply. He put his fork down and looked at his son.

"(Y/N).. I don't want these kids to ruin the possibility of you going to culinary school." Shoupe said. (Y/N) sighed, looking away. "And they will if you keep running with them."

"Dad, I'm gonna be a senior next year. I have my whole life ahead. I could enter culinary school whenever I want or feel like it." (Y/N) said. Shoupe sighed and nodded.

"I know.. I just don't want you getting stuck here. I want you to have an early start." Shoupe said. "I'll be accepting of you.. No matter what." Shoupe assured.

"Thanks, dad. Anything new today?" (Y/N) asked. He thought back onto what John B told him.

"Nope." Shoupe shook his head. (Y/N) hummed, nodding. He stood, washing the plates and heading off to bed. He hoped the following days would be better.

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tsuki-sennin · 3 years ago

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Could it be!? Is it true!? We're getting a lady Rider every season in the Reiwa era!?

What a truly modern world we live in! ...though given general thoughts on the other Reiwa ladies we have so far seem to be on a spectrum of "Yaiba-san, come back, I wanna watch you fight mooooore!" and "You can have more than five character traits, Reika-neesaaaaan!", I might hold my breath a bit. Trust me, I feel that pain too.

Oh yeah, I can finally watch Episode 11 now... Spoilers, I guess...

-Oh wow, getting right right into fighting! Hell yeah, shoot 'em up Dai-chan!

-Oh, multiple fronts fighting! ...also, I definitely heard Condol there. Yep, those're definitely Tajador's wings. They look a bit different than Jin's and they're too big to be HawkGatlinger's.

-Honestly the Deadmans (Kaijin) seem more like wild animals out of their natural habitat than like... criminals. An invasive species, if you will. The Deadmans (Cult), however...

-Sooooo, Daiji, you wanna take some of Live's alternate forms for a spin? For me? Maybe? I'll wait then, take your time bro!

-I've... never had a school counselor people treated like a savior. It's one of those things that I only see in the news or in movies.

-Ah, poor Julio. Left in the dark again. ...y'know, maybe you should tell him, what if Saku- whooops, I mean, what if the vague person you're hunting after takes a swing at you?

-Sometimes you just wanna get stronger for its own sake, huh?

-Y'know, you really shouldn't be opening packages without a sender. Maybe talk to the mailman about it next time he comes around? No? Okay then.

-That is a very nice looking Driver, by the way. ...seems a bit small though, did they just use a prototype of the DX version?

-Yup, liveDevil is still turbo banger material. If I don't see a fight set in a nightclub with the full version of this song playing in-universe by the end of the season, I'm quitting.

-Damn, gurl! You fucked that guy up! I'm surprised he can still stand after that!

-Taking responsibility, are you buddy? ...I think she might need a doctor visit more than anything though.

-The stamps.

-What is that thing, a Stingray Deadman? Ah, no... is it some kind of flatworm? It's... kinda gross looking, ew.

-OH MY GOOOOOOD UNTRANSFORMED DOUBLE KICK HELL YES

-Vice, are you telling me that you dislocated a pelvic bone, you hit your head and forgot where it was on your body, or that you literally lost your ass from that fall? It didn't seem like it hit you that hard, so...

-Oooooough, cool shots, lots of cool shots.

-You left your kid to bank robbing? Real cool, lady. Well to be fair, you probably want that money because he's ill or something, that's understandable at least. Doesn't really justify you aiding and abetting these guys though.

-OH YOU LURED HER HERE

-Iwae~!

-Y'know, Aguilera-sama seems to be kicking ass just fine in her human form. ...she also seems like the kind of girl who gets mad at things you do in her dreams.

-Yep, called it!

-W...

-What kind of Remix is that? It's like... Magical Stool Forme R and Power Beast Forme S but no short teenager to help reach the buttons.

-Ough, it's just weird! What's the practical purpose of this, Karizaki?!

-I love the three way dynamic though, it's great.

-Oh c'mon, Instructor Lady, don't look at her like that.

-So, was the hospital not like "Hey, you look kinda fucked up, you need some bandages?" I guess it makes a lot more sense why Seiko-san wanted to rob a bank then.

-Y'know, Ikki's been butting in on other people's family problems. Remember Ayaka and how her mother brushed off her kidnapping? Or that doctor guy and his gamer son? You seemed fine with it back then, Mama. I know Sakura's your youngest and she's not a Rider yet, but at least let her keep fighting.

-Wow, that really is a small Driver. Comparatively at least, it's not like... Necrom Mega Ulorder size, but it doesn't seem very comfy to wear.

-Oh boy, it's time for everybody's favorite reality show, Keeping Up with the Ushijimas! You loveable, definitely evil bit characters!

-Ah, man can cook! Nice! I sure hope it's not laced with poison, razor blades, or worse... shrimp!

-Oh you bastard! Using a kid's life to make his mom do your dirty work for you? That's a low blow, you jerk!

-Muteki! Hell yes!

-Ohhhhh, creepy~!

-Radiographers, I swear, they get no respect. Did you hear about what happened with Taiga Hanaya at Seito University Hospital five years ago?

-Ooooooh, she's a full-blown demon now! Just like Ayaka was earlier in the season! Really cool design too, it's not often flatworms like Planaria get good designs like this.

-Ewwwwwwwwww gross, I don't wanna think about that.

-Sooooo, Vice can just reflect finishers like that? That seems like it'd come in handy a lot more often than it does.

-Good Sakura, good... Transform now! Do it!

-Even Karizaki's like "Oh fuuuuck dude! Did I do that?"

-We've got 'em all now! Spider, Bat, Cobra, all the classic Rider monster archetypes!

-Oh c'mon, Toei! Don't blueball me now! I have to wait another week!? I wanted to see her go! I've been waiting for this from the start! I was watching her career with great interest! You just gonna do us both like that!? Do you have any idea how long a week is!? ...alright, enough being entitled, I'm at least happy we got Vice panicking and Aguilera-sama being an absolute girlboss like she usually is.

#revive the vice: imprinted like stamps and fossils #kamen rider revice #tsuki talks #kamen rider

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rebelcap · 5 years ago

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We are not just friends — Part 10

Chris Evans x bi!latina!character (Sofia is a people of color, she's brown.)

Chris and Sofia meet when their best friends started dating, it all started at friends with loads of bumps on the road.

Warnings: drinking, smoking, drug use (weed), assault, Chris being Steve Rogers, commitment issues, my girl Sofia kinda messy, lots of fucking (eventually)

This is slow burn at its best, at least emotionally.

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Sofía was in a meeting with Chris's publicist, his assistant, and lawyer as they all went through the contract along with the brewery lawyers.

"My client had already told me to give whatever your asking," The lawyer spoke and Chris's publicist kept eyeing her. "so, this is more a formality."

"We already discussed it, just a photoshoot. We're going with the social media route of promoting." Sofia explained and the lawyer nod a few times, she was on the last page of the contract.

Sofía looked at his publicist and the woman kept looking at her phone and then back at her, multiple times like she was trying to figure something out.

What the fuck? Sofia kept thinking and she heard Chris's voice carrying from the other side of the co conference room. He had arrived a while back but Ron and his kid were giving him a tour of the brewery that was barely getting it together. Nothing was set up but the skeleton was there and Chris was delighted.

They still haven't really seen each other, until this very moment, the first thing he did was stare at her, puppy eyes and everything and Sofia was acting like she was already over it, guess Chris wasn't the only actor in the room.

Of course, Ron started his usual little speech as they signed the contracts, even cracked the champagne at nine o'clock. The photoshoot was going to be after lunch as the crew gets the things together—Ron had really splurged on the production, he really took it to himself on how much money he was saving.

Sofía could see from the corner of her eyes as Chris was discussing something with his publicist, she kept discreetly pointing in her direction as Chris looked something on her phone. He kept shaking his head no, getting quickly irritated.

When they both turned around to look at her, she quickly looked at the other way—attention back whatever she was doing.

"Sof," Chris called her, voice soft. She looked up and he was right there with his publicist. "I need to show you something."

"What is it?" She asked and the woman asked if they could speak somewhere else. "Yeah, the office." Sofia leads the way.

"Thanks for the privacy," The woman said, and Sofia nod. "I don't care what you two are doing but I do care about this," She said showing her the paparazzi pictures of Chris and her when she arrived at the stupid party yesterday. Sofia could practically remember everything they talked on that brief moment, her full face was on display.

"Oh," Sofia explained and blinked a few times. "Well, shit,"

"And you didn't have anything to do with it?"

"Megan." Chris cut her off and the girl just rolled her eyes.

"He's insisting that you didn't but I gotta ask, I'm just trying to protect Chris's privacy."

"Megan, come on," Chris interrupted her.

"Wait. Are you asking me if I staged this?"

"Did you?"

"Sofi, I know you didn't, you don't have to answer, look Megan—

" It's okay and no, I didn't. Chris you know I would never," Sofia said looking at him, whatever what had gone down last night she would never break his trust like that, she loved and value their friendship to do something like this.

"Yes, I know," He touched her arm, looking at her apologetic. "I'm sorry I'm dragging you into this, I was sure there was no one."

" I'm glad you weren't, I just have to ask. The pictures are already out and you guys were on the street there's not much we can do." Megan explained. "For now you're the 'mystery woman' but I'm sure with time they'll find out who are you." She locks her phone and put it in her purse and looked at Chris.

"Okay, I'll deal with it when it has to deal with it, I'm cool with it." Sofia shrugged and Chris stared at her.

"This doesn't bother you?" Chris asked.

"It bothers me for you because I know you're a very private person but no worries for me, I'm pretty much obscure on social media, all I do is tweet about how much I hate Donald Trump and re-tweet dogs pics."

"She does," Chris nods and she shrugged again.

"Okay," Megan said looking down at he phone again. "Do you wanna release a statement or…?"

"I prefer not brought more attention to it, I'll leave it like this," Chris said and sigh, looking a little bit defeated.

Megan, the publicist, finished up the talk and quickly excuse herself, leaving them alone in the office.

"We should probably," Sofia said looking at her watch and tried to walk past him but of course Chris wasn't going to just let her.

"Can we talk?" He asked and she sighs.

"Chris, it's really okay,"

"No, it's not. I'm sorry I disrespect you,"

"You obviously still had things to figure out and I just don't wanna be in the middle of that. We are friends, if you need to vent with me I'm here, always." Sofia explained, leaning against the desk with her arms folded against her chest.

"Sof, I already figured it out," Chris said walking up to her. "I don't, I don't want anything with her. It's done -

" Yeah, her tongue down your throat last night didn't necessarily say 'I'm done with her',"

" Shit. I know, can we call it a lapse in judgment? " Chris made a face, he truly didn't know how to salvage this. Sofia was difficult and stubborn and he had fucked up.

"Call it whatever you want," She shrugged and sigh deeply.

"Hey," Chris said grabbing her hands as she kept looking anywhere else but him. "Hey, look at me," She did and closed her eyes.

Don't Sofia, don't don't. She kept thinking because he was so fucking attractive, she just wanted to kiss him all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm truly sorry. I was a complete asshole and I shouldn't even try to explain, I fucked up it was my fault."

"Yeah," She pouted.

"But, I did figure it out—" Sofia was about to interrupt him again but he was quicker. "I know it didn't seem like it, but I did."

"And?"

"I wanna be with you, Sof. I don't wanna be just friends—

"Are you fucking with me?" She squints her eyes at him and scoffed." I'm going just to pretend you didn't say anything because I like my job." Sofia muttered and walked out of the office.

"Jesus Christ," Chris muttered, running his hands over his beard and sigh.

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Christofer Robert Evans was relentless, couldn't take no for an answer and Sofia was about to snap at everyone at any giving moment. Between Chris trying to make a truce, Ron losing his shit constantly, his fucking son and friends that were fucking around the brewery, and on top of everything Amanda kept blowing her phone.

"Sofia," Ron called her and she walked up to him and his son that was chatting with Chris.

"What's up?" She said walking up to her and he took her to aside.

"I'm going to send you back to Boston for a while," He said and Sofia was about to cry.

"Oh God, thank you I fucking hate this place so much." She said making a face and Ron laughed at her expression.

"I know, I can see the amount of pressure that I've been putting you into this last couple of days and you did more than deliver. You deserve a little break,"

"Oh, man. Thank you," She sighed with relief. "Everything here it's pretty much set up, the machines are getting installed this week, everything with the bank it's already resolved, permits too. Thanks to Chris's lawyers, contractors are coming at the end of the month… I mean everything it's on track, at least for a week." She explained pulling out her cellphone and Ron was amazed.

"You pulled this off in a couple of days, I'm never letting you go, that's for sure," Ron said and made a gesture. "So, he likes you." He pointed at Chris with his mouth and Sofia roll her eyes. "And I thought you were only into Chicks."

"That's why your wife loves me so much and I have a weakness for pretty white dudes, it's pretty unhealthy if you asked me." She said with a smile looking at Chris for a moment. "it's complicated right now."

"Shit I bet, guess he's really into you by doing all this pro-bono. So, I'm going to be absolutely a greedy selfish man and said to trap this one." He said pointing at his finger and Sofia let out a laugh.

"No way, man." She shook her head. "Let's focus on beer and stop talking about my non-existent love life, after crazy bitch Tiffany. I'm done,"

"Yeah, and I thought my ex-wife was crazy, you definitely got it worse," He put a hand on her shoulder and murmur. "Good rebound, uh?" He pointed at Chris.

"Ay por Dios, Ron." She rolled her eyes and he laughed, walking away toward his son and started saying their goodbyes to a Chris.

"Ah, men. Listen, just be patient with her," Ron said to Chris while they shake hands. "She seems tough but she's all fragile inside, treat her right." The men said as he put another hand on his, squeezing a little bit.

Chris got the point right away.

"Yes, sir."

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Married. 12

Tagged @hiddlestonstansworld @lovely-geek @imcalledflorence @misz-adrii @escapistdreamer-wishfulthinker @someplxce @cuddlesforlashton @coffeebooksandfandomsohmy @weasley16 @ilovethewayyourheartbeats @vogueworthy-barnes @xeniarocks @thisismysecrethappyplace @racheo91 @gravedollie666 @inlovewith3 @supernaturaldean67 // if anyone wants to be untagged or tagged please leave a message ty♡ also I do not own any gifs or images of any kind.

Warnings: some casual crying, arguing, and a little - romance

Reminder: also a few things from previous chapters will come up!

Part 11:

Appearances: Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie, Henry Cavill, Chase Crawford, Morena Baccarin, Alexandria Daddario,

Her interview was going well chase was well respected and she respected him the way he held himself in the midst though she was extremely nervous.

"Thank you for your time mr crawford, and I can't believe you're with elena shes been a good friend to me for so long" she smiled shaking his hand he stood up "thank you for coming i appreciate the work you do having someone like you on this team would be a delight, elena is a good women any friend of hers is a friend of mine" he smiled, he was gorgeous she thanked him once more and she opened that big door that was extremely heavy might I add, she looked out into the office waiting room stood sat sebastian he immediately stood up to see her walking up to her quickly "so?" He rubbed his hands together waiting for the news

"I'm pretty sure I got it" She said squealing he laughed hugging her tightly "oh bug I knew you could do it I just knew it!" His hands on her biceps she was excited her life was getting back on track all because of seb, "it's like faith brought me here first elena than chase has a deal with a guy at BlackRock YOU I mean the pieces are falling together" She said with a huge smile on her face, her smile fell thinking of the shitty news shes going to tell sebastian "hey can we talk for a minute?" He nodded

"Henry doesn't like us being friendly" she air quoted the friendly bit, sebastian nodded "I don't wanna stay away from you - you mean too much to me I just need there to be boundaries about us as in-" she took a deep breath "I'm living with Henry now" sebastian was shocked "you're living with him after he told you?" Sebastian said she was more confused than ever

"Told me what"

"About the kid?" He said slowly, he knew Henry never told her or the rest of them for that matter. they kept a big secret from her he's not gonna let that slide anymore sebastian was tired of keeping secrets even if it wasn't his secret to keep..

"Seb what are you saying right now?" She felt her heart getting quicker "it's none of my business-" sebastian said whilst being cut off by a hand tugging on his shirt "you're the only person I trust right now don't make me over think it"

"Morena's pregnant, and everyone's sure it's Henry's he just wont admit to it" he felt like a snake, betraying his best friend- but y/n was his best friend too

"I'm gonna KILL HIM" her adrenaline coursing through her veins she felt angry

"No it wasn't my place to say anything we've known about it for months it was between the four of us" what he said made her angrier she stormed out of the lobby hitting the streets- she looked around for a cab near by sebastian ran after her "doll what are you doing"

"What does it look like I'm doing" she pushed the hair out of her mouth quickly "he's getting a piece of me" she hailed the cab and sebastian jumped in her hands shook, he wanted to ruin it for Henry because well Henry didn't deserve her and I don't deserve her neither - however at least I didn't keep something like this from her.

he was in love with her he wanted to marry her. All along hes lied to her countless of times that he wasn't interested he didn't want her when he was lying the whole time.

"doll slow down" his hand crept up on her thigh "how could you all LIE TO ME" she shouted being angry warm fuzzy feeling in her stomach alerted her what was making her feel like that? His hand on her skin the small light touches of his finger tips sweeping across her thigh.

"it wasn't our place to say anything." He kept his word, a phone call from sebastian's phone he looked at it, it was Henry. "Is that him?" She asked and he swallowed "answer it on speaker" "Hey" he answered holding the phone in the palm of his hand so she could hear the speaker turn on

"seb I called your office they said you skipped work today? For a special occasion?" her heart shuttered knowing he skipped coming in to be with her, he always did stuff like that she just thought he's being my friend I'm always just going to be his friend she looked at him with a bit of dreamy eyes and slowly she stopped herself coming back to reality that Henry was going to be a father.

"Yeah everything went great" he smiled to himself and she saw his smile "listen Henry where are you?" He asked

"Well I was calling you for a drink me and the guys are at that bar" he said with a laugh

"Oh okay I'll meet you there" he hung up "y/n let's not do this in public it's bad press" he said trying to lighten the mood and she didnt take note to it, "sebastian this isn't funny I'm being lied to for 8 fucking months without a soul telling me otherwise that Henry's going to be a father"

"Hey can you make a right here" sebastian said while she was talking

"I can't fucking believe it" she crossed her arms over her chest spreading her legs like a little kid would when they would have a tantrum, then finally arrived to "Jameson's room" a stuffy bar with a pool table

"Seb glad you cou-" Anthony said as he saw who walked in behind him, y/n.

"Hey baby what are you doing here" Henry smiled ready to grab her hand and kiss her cheek lovingly when he saw her face

"Can I speak to you outside?" She tried to make it sound like she wasn't so angry but it came out worse

"Darling what's wrong?" He got up from the stool slowly about to grab her hand she pulled away "woah alright what the hell?" He was offended "outside now" "no whatever you want to say you can say it here" "I don't think that's a good idea" sebastian interjected "SEB" she said he held his hands up in defense taking a step back

"Okay let's talk right here! you got Morena pregnant and didn't even THINK to tell me you're going to be a father?" she felt like the whole room went quiet Chris turned pale as did Anthony their blood ran cold.

"How did you find out" Henry said he was shaking he was scared, God she's never seen him like that. He knew in his heart this is going to set her off it's over.

"It doesn't matter, but what does matter is I've poured my heart out my soul my bank account to all of you, and you kept this secret from me letting me start to date you when you had you're own SHIT to deal with, I was going through a hard enough time getting over sebastian and his fucking marriage you swept me off my feet making me feel whole again" she felt a tear form she quickly stopped herself

"I called Morena she told me herself she was the women you were having sex with at the hotel am I right or wrong?" She lied she never called Morena she just wants to know if the pieces match up. Henry cleared his throat "yeah" "you know Henry you said to me not so long ago We need you happy we need you healthy you are only hurting yourself, but in the long run you've been hurting me this entire time" she shallowed back her tears

"I trusted you, I trusted Chris, I trusted Anthony- you know I thought for once things were different this time and you would stop lying to me stop keeping secrets from me but no, it's still happening."

with that she opened the bar door leaving out of their lives "doll" sebastian ran after her, Henry now suspicious he runs right after him.

"Sebastian I can't look at you" she was already crying he was steps away from her she was looking at the sky her back was turned, he knew she was happy today however he couldn't let Henry have her because of what he did.

"I said I was happy for you when you chose Henry- for 10 minutes, I took a girl up to my room I pulled her clothes off and I kissed her I thought maybe she would fill the void like I always do." Seb yelled out from afar

"And I knew she wasn't you, nobody was you, that night we sat on the hood of my car, we talked about how lifes been treating us since the move, and I couldn't get you out of my head when i went home I should've seen it all before but it was my fault" she turned to look at him

"I almost got married to a women I hate because i thought i was in love with her because she filled the void for the first time i was amazed by infatuation" Henry's heart was beating so loud in his ears he felt a sudden pressure in his head hearing these words come out of his friends mouth.

"I lied, we all did, because we thought he was gonna tell you we begged him for months to say anything. He never said a word that isn't on me or Chris or Anthony it's on Henry"

"do not turn your back on us" she felt tears form in her eyes once again, she quickly tried to stop herself

"I trusted you God I trusted all of you! I thought we were done with secrets when we caught her cheating on you, where were you when I needed you when I was in my darkest moment" she argued she pushed his chest over and over he took it he deserved it "he's here now please don't turn your back on me" he whispered so softly and in his gentlesy voice she finally broke down in his arms they got closer to the ground every couple seconds until they were both hugging sitting on the side of the pavement cars passing along not knowing what was unfolding on the streets, mindless.

"As soon as he walked in with her I knew, just something in my gut said sebastian told her everything" Henry sipped out of his beer, playing with the small coaster underneath "his finally got her, by default." He sipped his beer and with a disgusted look on his face he grabbed his jacket and left

her head in his chest, his hand cradling the back of her head his lips pressed against the top, "I'm still mad at you" she said tears streaming down her face "I know it's okay, I'm not looking for forgiveness I'm looking to be apart of your life again maybe it wi take you years to forgive me and I'm just gonna have to wait for you like you've waited for me." he kissed her hair and they untangled themselves from each other "I'm gonna get us a cab sleep over tomorrow we'll search for an apartment" he lend her a hand to stand up and she took it "you know I'm tired of crying over you" she tried to lighten her mood, he gave a sad smile and hugged her side "I'm sorry for all the tears doll" he wiped them for her they grabbed a cab and headed off to his apartment,

She was in his room, he opened his draws and looked for clothes for her just until tomorrow he side eyed her every move she looked around his room, her fingers caressing his picture frames "when was this" she asked he looked at her, it was a photo of all of them in front the fireplace at Anthony's house, her head laid on sebastian's shoulder and the other three boys laughing at something, she' never saw this photo until today.

"remember we all went to that football game and it started to pour Anthony's house was the closest to the school we got soaked and spent the night at his place" he said packing a shirt for her and sweatpants which were incredibly loose

"Oh yeah I forgot about that night, Anthony's mom took that picture, i miss her" she remembered and smiled to herself she got closer to sebastian as he handed her the clothes

"thanks for letting me crash here, I'll be out of your hair" she said about to walk out the room her back turned to open the door "what if you don't crash here" he shut one eye with his face scrunched up

"Sebastian I cant-" his face relaxed he shushed her "let me finish, pay rent to me same rent you paid in your shit apartment you have your own room you can share an office with me kitchen bathroom oh the backyard you lost your virginity in" he smiled at the last part and she came closer to him so she could hit him in the shoulder which made her laugh slightly his eyes were glued to her smile

"Hows it sound?" He desperately awaited her reply

"I don't know.." she didn't want to live with anyone she wanted to be alone but maybe it's better to live with sebastian? Living with Henry I was living with a boyfriend if I live with seb... it's my best friend hes like my roommate..

"You don't have to make the decision now of course" he reassured her, "give me some time I'll think about it".

It's been a few days her crashing with sebastian she hasn't spoken to chris anthony or henry but at least she saw Henry when she picked up all of her stuff he looked drained, however he was happy and she knew he was happy- "y/n can I talk to you" morena said as she sat in the frame of the door sebastian looked at her and she looked at sebastian

"okay?" She said and a sudden arm pulled her back a little "be careful don't anger the pregnant women" he whispered, she walked away with Morena

"Listen I know things are bad between you and Henry but he loves you he always has don't cut him out of your life for a lie just because he didnt want you to look at him differently, come to Christmas dinner everyone is coming bring sebastian make amends" she was being nice and sweet how could she even argue "Morena I don't know it's strange now i can't come to terms with being friends with Henry after all that..." she said Morena nodded "okay there's a seat open for you, come if you'd like" she said going to Henry in the kitchen she walked back into the bed room with seb "what was that?" Sebastian whispered "she invited me to Christmas dinner" she whispered back

"Are you going?" He whispered taping a box shut

"No" he nodded taking the last box out to the car, she came in the kitchen morena was talking to Henry, Henry stopped looking in her direction looking right at y/n and she turned as well

"Uh well that's all of it...I'll see you sometime h." she said

"y/n" she heard his voice for the first time in days, her eyes looked directly at him "are you...are you happy?" His voice seemed so groggy, "I am, I've always been" she walked out of the door she saw a big van sebastian leaning on the car a beanie covering his head his hands in gloves the snow flurries falling on his jacket "come on doll your chariot awaits" he laughed loudly she closed the door behind her, a new chapter it was starting..slowly

"Do you really want to do this right now?" She looked at sebastian dead in the eyes and he looked right back at her "is this a challenge y/n are you challenging me????" Sebastian said getting up off the paint splattered floor his hair had bits of dried paint his hands covered in it her shirt was covered in paint as well as her hands, whilst music played loudly they fought with white and grey paint he wiped it on her face which started the whole fiasco, and here we are two idiots who are desperately in love with each other covered in paint not thinking about what the future might hold or what about tomorrow, it's today and right now.

She tripped slightly over a paint brush on the floor he tried to grab her before she fell and they both fell side by side, they looked at the ceiling she got on top of him her legs are either side of him "I'm tired can we take a break?" Sebastian said laying on his back looking up at her

"Where do you expect me to sleep?" She said putting a little wet paint on his nose, she stood up and she gave him a hand up

"In my room duh?" He said she pushed his shoulder and he pushed hers, they finished up with the room and put all the furniture back and new furniture as well, that was hell to build she thought.

There was a knock at door, "hey doll can you get the door for me" sebastian said whilst washing his hands, she nodding going to the door.

Alex.

Will she ever go away?.

"Alexandria" she said

"Y/n" she said with a small laugh she was clearly annoyed that I had answered the door, "where's sebastian"

"None of your God damn business go home." as y/n was about to shut the door on her face she stuck her foot to block it from opening hitting y/n in the face with the door a freak accident

"What's going" sebastian said as he panicked from the loud noise of y/n's face hitting into the door as Alex was now in their home.

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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Uncle Donald gave her $800 in the 1980s

She let him invest it for her up until now

And she has now $45B

I hope you enjoyed your game as there are more to come but with more people as it enters TV for free of course on Channel Fox.

As always enjoy life and what it brings with the most care you can afford.

Don't let the economy, crumble, Uncle Donald, i hit up JP for some cash since Jesse stole mine from United Business Bank located in Oregon, Washington, and New Mexico.

I own Chase, bought it with Donald and sold to the US Government for a mint. Jesse could got in on this deal but he wanted to challenge me instead.

So I asked Uncle Donald for a cash loan, how much he could afford and what was in his wallet. $4000 roughly. So we split it between his 4 kids (the 4th being me) and I gave him back $200 for the rest of the day.

And we returned to the bank and I asked him how to deposit the money into Chase Manhattan because Denise had bought me clothes but I wanted to be a fashion designer and had altered them So she threw them all away in a rage of jealousy and heat.

Of course i started to cry so we went back across the street to McDonald's and we talked. He said "i have a surprise for you, lets get to the bank"

So we walked alllllll around the building, up and down and he talked to a man and got us inside all the back rooms. He said "i wanna buy it!" And he turned to me and asked "would you like to invest your $800 into my bank as an investor?"

I said "what about my clothes! She said i had to return the money or else i get none!"

"But who did she spend the money on?"

"Me and my brothers and and her!"

"Well don't you think Its time to invest in you and your fashion?" He asked for my $800 i had to pull from 4 different pockets and my sock as he taught me to split to beat pick pocketers. And handed it all. He handed me back $200 and I handed it back then he handed me a $5 from his breast pocket and t told me to keep it.

And began to walk to the counter to buy the bank.

I chased after him and put it in his left cost pocket and told him, 'well you know you bought me lunch so you keep it"

I pulled it from his pocket to produce proof I had already given it and he couldn't give it back and then stuffed it back in deep, all the way i nearly ripped his shoulder off for which I promptly apologized, jumped on the counter and rubbed his soreness off and jumped down.

And he started to cry a little bashful at first then a full sob. And I tried to console him and Robby appeared with a trailing line of toilet paper so his silk hanky wouldn't be soiled with snot.

He thanked him and became startled and asked if he wanted in on the investment.

Robby said, "i might but i need to talk to you, I belong to this boarding school ran by this might be soon white bigger as he calls himself, inspired by her and taken completely out of context"

"Michael Jackson" interjected our new found Uncle Donald. "Come let's sit"

We moved to the side of the spacious lobby to a small table accompanied by two plus club chairs.

He and i talked about how neat it would be to have chaise chairs in Chase bank.

"Well, her mom is abusive, mostly about money so i would like to take control of her stock with her permission"

"Yes! I do! And i will wanna get married!" I jumped with my fist in the air and pushed against the chair like a standing push up and stood

....

"Her sit. First I would like to talk to you as an investor. I am run by the boarding house and they teach us things like to steal and bring back to get 'rewards' much often things less than they are worth like a stick of gum for $2 when I can get a whole pack for 20 cents. Uh oh, here he comes"

"Im about to invest into this bank with these two kids you got something you wanna say to me?" Instead of waiting for a reply, uncle Donald got up and briskly walked to the counter, asking to return to a different room, promptly and away from Mr Jackson whom was still solidly black (he doesn't have vitaligo its just bleached).

And we entered a nearly empty office and he turned fiercely, angry even, "this will be your office where you will WORK"

...

"Its okay! We are still friends!" I climbed into the chair then up onto the desk "this is where I will sit"

"Well close your legs and sit like a lady, like this hand me your foot, no don't take off your shoe"

"Well I didn't want to ruin you! Your suit is NICE!!"

And he moved my foot and crossed my ankles and patted my knee and said "or you cross at here"

I took my ankle to my knee "no not like that, that's like a man. Knee to knee"

"Oh like this?" I squeezed my knees together

Robby laughed and Uncle Donald looked flustered

"Oh i know I know cross at my knees, you need to explain better!" I patted his shoulder. In the 80s it was okay to touch, at least for a child.

"I said that first!"

"Oh! I interrupt!"

"No apologize" Robby groaned

"I apologize for interrupting"

"For?" Asked Donald "you can't tell her that Because ---"

"No he could I get misinformation that way"

"Except when I'm being scolded and she knows the truth" said Robby.

Tune in next week for another Miss Adventure of one Wild Single Mom's Childhood!

I had 48 cents. Robby had put in 2500 front Hayes then 1500 each from Mark and Mike Andrews which he had not signed and they got rejected. Yet Jesse notified me of this, restricted my remote deposit privileges and now i am to notify the Sheriff of Hays County, Austin, Texas that the money is kept hidden in the tax and revenue accounts of his great county. And to open an investigation which he will pretend he did and then not. So i get his hush money as well as the other two and the $15B JP Dejoria stupidly just paid me because i Told Jesse to tell his father in law that Jesse is a stupid piece of shit which he didn't.

And of course I will invest in schools across the nation, installing playgrounds at any schools that do not have them, including intermediate, Jr high, middle, High and etc.. And may be finally lockers at least were I'm centrally located and/or where i want to be, namely at high schools at least.

Because that is what I want to do. Make people happy in the funniest ways possible.

And if there is any left I want to reinvest at the parks i originally invested in, initially, to make them better snd brighter, starting at the older to the newer.

I want the world to seem happier and brighter and in the case of schools at least around here once they hit 7th grade (middle school) they change schools to those that no longer have lockers or desks to put things in, 7 or more teachers to please instead of one or two they spend all day with, like a parent who gives love and kindness and retribution, they go through puberty which in itself is a chore. Then the kids riot. I've seen it in small schools and i know it happens in big ones. 20 in one week at the beginning of school less than a mile from my house where i can hear the school bell.

And so they need a place to sleep their weary heads like the shoulder of an old friend instead of weeping a soul they can no longer call their own.

The secrets i have included here broke my heart to where it actually stopped over and over.

Instead of asking what was wrong, Mr Moneybags Jesse sent me to the doctor alone. -.-

He could have provided me with what i needed like I provided and protected him from Ms Dejoria and Mark Hindberg, Afghanistan and Iraq, which I will no longer do.

He is the one that encouraged Michael Jackson to pickpocket the slaves he had created.

Yes Michael Jackson is Wacko, is Him and is burning in Hell because I killed him with my own pistol Jesse had stolen from a cop, altered and resold to himself at a cheaper price than the way over inflated price he created to create a deficit in his company to receive a refund from the US government's IRS Department in the amount of $8,000 instead of paying the $1M he owed.

I plead guilty before a judge and Uncle Donald, Mrs Katherine Jackson, the Anne my 4 year old daughter that Michael Jackson attempted to rape in front of me, as well as Robby, my true love and of course Sunny and Jesse James himself whom gave me the gun.

Then, before then President Barack Obama, i was exonerated and pardoned completely without the possibility of parole or any other misconceptions that would be included with self defense manslaughter.

This week total I have arrested a total of 19 men and women thanks to the CIA as an unpaid civilian.

That would guarantee me Presidentship of one really great country, now, wouldn't it?

Thanks. And not to be repeated: No more games. Only truth.

Until next time my fair weather friends!

Now! Let's grab the bookie!!! Snag! You're in jail. What did ya know, Mike Andrews, I knew all along that Mark Hindberg was FBI. Why didn't you think that?

Moving along, hi JP. How are you? No one cares. Good thing you trusted into your rapist daughter who was married to a true hero whom puts up with my shit even after we name him Mr Vomit cause I make him so scared he actually vomits like I did tonight (that's included. No more scare, only truth)

Oh yes, JP, you have already been arrested and so you know -- you have no guns with you, right? Alexis Dejoria is no rapist, she's actually an excellent FBI agent whom hates her dad and is included in any exonerations I may have to hand out butbat my leisurely pace, because she actually didn't rape anybody!

Also the US government will pay your wages as you did file a lawsuit this very week by signing up with Namus.gov like we all did.

She like me, was an unpaid civilian whom ran into luck. While she's smart, she's not smart like me. Thus she's the FBI vs me who is CIA and can work against the world in a millisecond as i usually do and have in Afghanistan and Iraq where i protected many NHRA members during their tours in the US Military while they served with Jesse James and my little brother and were even kidnapped thanks to Matt Hagan's temper tantrum and Jesse James refusal to listen to command. Eventually I saved them from that too in a day and 6 hours after leaving base. They were involuntary bound and gagged and beaten within 20 minutes of their capture. Within the next 20 when I was finally told of their status they were rescued by Tony Schumacher and his team.

And now i have saved the NHRA from being beaten and raped and tortured. My time to continue here at home is not wasted,

I love you all and thank you very much for listening...

And now i have something to say about Jesse since i made him puke from a lie via email Because he made me mad for being a Dick douchebag and not caring enough about me, not wrecking his motorcycle and then lying to make me feel bad and stupider than ever although I saw the wreck and my being a girl, up and President running, couldn't stop to rescue or assist a man on his feet whom had already picked up his bike after a wipe out and the trailer passed me up to show me he would assist because forgive those trespassers as we trespass ourselves and i care that he could really been hurt. That may be a fault of mine but it is called Grace and not salvation which is being my daughter reincarnated into a goat in Iraq to keep everyone safe because Jesse is a dumb dumb sometimes and Matt Hagan prefers truth over himself, sometimes. Like being in love with a goat of my daughter's soul, in Iraq. (I bet he fucked her, too. Bestiality freak. Not my business tho, nor yours. But still, let's laugh instead of poking fun at his misadventures. It is funny, yo!)

Jesse cared about the goat so much he listened to her over every one, even me. Because he believed she was closer to God where he needed to be..

I changed his life once in Alabama and several times then, over and over, any time that need be.

But finally for this one time he trusted somebody else and learned to love as much as he could, the soul inside of him.

So God bless to all of the two headed creatures we will see wandering around the backs of people at the NHRA in the future to come. Including even on me.

I'm Mrs Cougar cause of my fingernails and my desire to be with someone young to keep me fresh and Alive -- not by his blood byt by the life he gives me. And he will be Mr Snake the one who slithers up beside me only for love while I labor in the grass kicking myself for what i might have done but not for what i might have missed out on because I was there the whole time thinking and feeling and frolicking through the grass, same as me.

And of course my tattoo will be scary cause the world as I know it, very much can be.

And you can thank me for the past or you can think about the future and beyond!!!

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fluidfox123 · 6 years ago

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An Idea

So, I animate a little but not well enough to do this idea that's been stuck in my head for WEEKS. So, instead, if anyone wants to actually animate this or use the idea I have just tag me so I can see! I would love to see it! But anyway, here is me going to try and explain it...

So, my personal headcanon for Gavin Reed is that yeah Elijah is his stepbrother and all, but connected by father. The reason for that is that when Gavin was at least 8 years old his mother had gone to the bank to deposit some money when it got robbed by some guys. Gavin had been in the living room playing with his games or toys when the TV had gone to the local news with live footage of the robbery happening. His mom got killed and a few others before they got arrested. After his mom's death, Gavin's dad had started drinking and was in a depressive state from her death forgetting he had a son to take care of. From the drinking, he started abusing Gavin physically and mentally hitting and blaming him.

But later in life when he was a little older Gavin's dad remarried and they had a child which was Elijah. Gavin than was even more mentally abused from both his father and stepmother for comparing Gavin to Elijah, who was super smart and excelled in school.

Now that I've explained the headcanon I'll tell you how it ties in to my idea of an animation. I had recently found this song:

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Cradles by Sub Urban and after listening to it twice it reminded me of a song that could tell Gavin's story, my headcanon wise though. So here was the script/draft/way I wanted to play it out:

Music starts and it shows a blurred glitchy Gavin standing in the dark, eyes blocked out by black

Once those two beats hit before the lyrics appear the image moves up than down with the beat like a fast glitch

It than transitions to present Gavin sitting at his desk doing his work as the lyrics say "I live inside my own world of make believe"

Than it transitions to Gavin arresting a teenager who is yelling at him, cuffing him and placing him in the car, lyrics playing "Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities"

Than Gavin turns around after shutting the door and his eyes widen as it than transitions to a blurred figure standing a far, the figure is a blurred outline (a pink outline) of a woman smiling. The lyrics "I see the world through eyes covered in pink"

It turns to a side view of Gavin falling on his knees looking at the ground, the background a blank dark grey as tears well up in his eyes as black figures appear around him as the lyrics play, "Cross out the ones who held my cries and watched me weep"

It than zooms into Gavin's face or from his torso to his head as tears fall from his eyes, shaking as the lyrics play, "I love everything"

Than in the background fire actually starts surrounding him as he looks up eyes still wide from what he saw, lyrics "Fire spreading all around my room My world's so bright"

Than it zooms into Gavin's mouth as his frown turns into a smile, before zooming out to a front view of Gavin still on the ground but smiling this time, lyrics "It's hard to breathe but that's alright"

Than in the split second the lyrics say, "Hush!" one of the black figures is behind Gavin, up against his back, Gavin is still in the same position as before but this time the figure is behind him and has a hand over his eyes and holding his throat tight

Then as the music starts every one, two, or three chimes images change quickly to the beat, but if it's not changing than its a flashing white light. The images are blurred but still clear and they're bright and cheerful. These images are memories.

The first batch of images before the single click sound is all images if Gavin and the woman we saw before playing, laughing, and talking with young Gavin, like really young Gavin but on these images, he isn't over 7 years old. They're happy and warm, with just the two of them happy together

The second batch of images before a "shh" and after the single click is more images of the woman and Gavin with actual pictures of the father included in the activities they are doing, all images are different from one another.

The third batch of images after the "shh" and before the chime sound are pictures of 8-year-old Gavin saying bye to his mom as she leaves for the bank in the living room playing with his toys, smiling, and having fun after she has left (father not in sight) and one or two beats before the chime sounds is when 8-year-old Gavin looks up to the TV screen and when it chimes is when his eyes widen

After the chime, it shows Gavin standing in front of a casket, facing away from the camera at an angle where you only see the back of his head from the side, his father is standing next to him but his body is cut off since we're focused on the torso to the head of 8-year-old Gavin staring at the casket with his dead mother inside, the image doesn't change but the white light flashes at the beats and on some beats you can see tears fall (right as the chime sounds all memories from now on, including the funeral one I just said will be dark and gloomy looking instead of light and cheerful, but still flashes white)

We then fade to a present Gavin who is on his 4th cup of coffee at his desk a as the lyrics say, "Tape my eyes open to force reality"

When it says "no, no" we get two quick flashes of many empty coffee cups at his desk

Gavin than is reading over a file about a case, lyrics "Why can't you just let me eat my weight in glee?"

The background turns dark grey again as the screen flashes white to the first two beats to showing two glimpses of Gavin crying before showing Gavin laughing with Tina in the break room and a few other places of them happy together hanging out (appearing along with the beat like most things in this idea), lyrics "I live inside my own world of make believe"

Than one of the last images of Tina and Gavin hanging out is them walking together someplace and it shows Gavin smiling and looking to the side (towards the camera) because he heard something, but than that smile falls and he freezes, lyrics "Kids screaming in"

Than it shows what Gavin is looking at and it's too older teenagers fighting, pointing and gesturing, looking stupidly angry, lyrics "their cradles,"

Then with the two beats, the teenagers turn into Elijah and Gavin arguing as older teenagers, lyrics "profanities"

Than it shows Gavin alone in a blank dark grey background a mirror in front of him, he is staring into it (you can only see his face in the reflection, you can see his body from the back but to the side so you can see the mirror too that's in front of him) , lyrics "Somedays I feel skinnier than all the other kids And some days I can't tell" (its all glitchy with the beat)

Than as the lyrics "if my body belongs to me" play his reflection turns into a younger, happier Gavin, before his mother's death

It than shows Gavin covering his face and sobbing as his younger reflection glitches away and his normal reflection appears again, lyrics "I love everything"

Than fire starts forming around Gavin again as the black figures appear too, lyrics "Fire spreading all around my room My world's so bright"

Than the camera shifts to looking straight into the mirror seeing the reflection of Gavin looking up again, smiling at the mirror (which looks like he is smiling at us), lyrics "It's hard to breathe but that's alright"

Then in that second, it says "Hush!" again we get the split second of seeing the black figure close behind gavin covering his eyes and lifting his chin up this time

As the first batch of beats with images than appear again, these batches show how depressed Gavin is about his mothers death, failing in school, getting angry easily and beating up other kids from it, and even crying in the middle of the night

The next batch after the click shows Gavin's father abusing him physically and mentally from drinking too much, some blood may be included here

The third batch after the "shh" shows Gavin's father showing affection to a new woman and showing how depressed Gavin is and how much he l hates this woman who is trying to take his mothers place

The batch after the chime then shows half the images of a wedding and a baby boy which would be Elijah the other half (which is bright again) is Gavin getting closer to Elijah as they grow up hip to hip, the best of friends

Then it shows Elijah being really successful in school, lyrics "I wanna taste your content"

Gavin is happy about this and supports Elijah skipping a grade and hanging out with him still, lyrics "Hold your breath and feel the tension"

Then it transitions to a front view of Gavin and Elijah standing side by side till Elijah looks to the left (Gavin is on the right) and starts walking away to the left, the light following him as the grey background starts taking the place of the light till Elijah is fully gone and Gavin is alone once again, lyrics "Devils hide behind redemption Honesty is a one way gate to hell"

It than zooms in on Gavin's face as tears fall and he grits his teeth, full of anger as he walks away from where he was standing, it suddenly transitions to Gavin slamming a door open as he storms out of a house as his father, stepmother and Elijah scream after him, Gavin still looks angry and is crying, trying to wipe his tears away as he runs, lyrics "I wanna taste consumption Reflex to the waste absurd Hear the children sing aloud It's music to the wick burn side wash"

As the beats and the lyrics "Just wanna be care free lately" come all it is is what happened before Gavin stormed out which was a fight between everyone since Gavin was no longer wanted in the house by the parents and Elijah tried to help Gavin but being the obedient child stepped down after their father said to do so, this was the moment Gavin hated his family, his perfect brother who stole all their love and attention and his parents who couldn't care less about him

Than it's back to present Gavin sitting at his desk working, lyrics "Just kicking up dirt"

Than Gavin glances up at a sound and he instantly seems angry, lyrics "Just got one too many quarters in my pocket"

It than shows RK900 walking towards him with a coin being played with in his hand, "Count 'em like four leaf clovers in my locket"

It than glitches to an image of Elijah holding up Thiruim at 16 to his parents who looked proud of him before going back to RK900 starting down at Gavin, lyrics "Untied laces and just tripping on dirt Dreams got dirty little alibis playing up"

Than Gavin looks back down to his terminal and tries to ignore RK900, lyrics "Might as well just run around the nursery and count sheep"

Than right as the music stops it turns black and the animating is done

Anyway, that was my idea, during the end I kind of change what happens so that's why it's a bit more general and I never know now to end it so....yeah. I hope someone can try and create this since it's been stuck in my head for weeks and I need to see it played out. Thank you for taking your time to read this! I appreciate it!

#dbh #dbh gavin #detroit become human #animation #ideas #interesting ideas

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strayscenarioskids-blog · 6 years ago

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Bad Influence - Bang Chan [M] Part 1

Stray kids Scenario

After a fight with her parents the quiet and reserved Roxeanne decides to rebel and get a tattoo.

The last thing she'd expected was to win over the interest of the tattooshop owner, bad boy Bang Chan and his gang.

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Title: Bad Influence

Pairing: ( Roxeanne x Chan )

Word Count: 1.6k

Genre: gang, romance

Warnings: Later on, Violence

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Bang Chan

Two days ago

"Hyung.." I.N whispered while quietly handing me the book.

The police were suspicious of our actions and had ordered a search in the tattoo shop. That's alright, they wouldn't find anything anyways.

Before I.N could give it to me a officer put out his hand motioning for me to give it to him. I smirked before I handed it over.

"What's with this book?" The officer asked directly to Jeongin

I smirked and gave our youngest a pat on his shoulder, giving him the go to speak.

"Just a book with sketch ideas." He answered. The officer eyed me suspiciously before he looked at Jeongin again.

"So why did you gave it to him now?" He questioned.

"This book once belonged to my father, it's something personal I would rather not allow anyone to touch." I explained.

The officer scoffed and flipped through the pages, obviously hoping to at least find something.

This same man had been here at least once a week. It was obvious he was some sort of head from the police department and wanted to do the job himself seeming his men couldn't do it.

"And?"

"Found what you're looking for?" I asked.

The officer rolled his eyes before handing me over my sketchbook.

"Obviously not, because there's nothing to find here." Changbin spat out standing in front of me.

I laughed and told the younger boy to calm down. The point was obviously to not come off as aggressive.

The thing is that it weren't sketches at all. It were pieces of the map of Seoul. Valuable pieces to the gang whether they were for business, hiding money or hostages.

"Come on guys, we'll get them another time!" The officer spoke before giving us all a look and walking out with the others.

"I want you to find out everything about him." I told Minho.

"Already on it!" He answered. As expected Minho was a hard worker and did stuff without me having to ask him. That was his personality.

"What now?" Felix asked.

It was no surprise the guys were wondering how we could forward our business with the police breathing in our necks.

"Continue as usual, just watch out." I warned them.

The boys all nodded their head before going back to doing their daily tasks.

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Roxeanne

Present

"You have to work harder." My father scolded while looking over my report card.

"90 percent is to weak for you, I expect at least 95".

"I'm sorry dad, I will work harder." I spoke. It were a few words but they did not mean anything. It only meant that I heard him, but I would not obey. I never did.

The last thing I wanted to do was cause a scene at dinner.

"How is it going with your ballet?" My mom asked.

"Good, it's going great." I answered politely. My mom proudly nodded her head.

"Work has been rough." My father spoke.

Nobody asked

Deep down I knew my mom was not interested to begin with, but my father was her money bank which meant she had to obey.

"Oh, how come?".

My father sighed. Here it comes.

"We went into the shop once again, but we still haven't found anything."

"These guys might be young but they know what they're doing. I think there might be a higher up." My father spoke.

What could he be talking about?

I don't wanna know and don't care either way.

"Roxeanne, you should sit up straight." My father scolded. I rolled my eyes before sitting up straight. Could he not leave me alone for once.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." He almost growled.

"I wished you'd put that same kind of energy in learning." He continued.

This man was driving me nuts.

"And I wish you would just shut up for once!" I yelled before getting up from my chair.

"Roxeanne, sit down, NOW!" My father commanded.

Instead I took a few steps back and shook my head.

"Roxeanne sweety, please sit down." My mother kindly asked. We were both aware of my father's bad temper and what would happen if we wouldn't listen.

"When I count to 3 and your ass is not on that table I promise you, you will be sorry." He yelled.

"One."

I'm not gonna do it.

"Two."

He can smack me to death for all I care.

"You know what, fuck you!" I yelled before walking away. I heard my father get up from his chair but before he could get to me my mom was holding him back.

"Roxeanne, go to your room." She spoke calmly while my father was making a scene. My father did a lot but one person he would not touch was my mother. He loved her and treasured her.

She did not had to tell me twice, but instead of running to my room I quickly grabbed my coat, my phone and stormed out the front door.

If I would be in that house a second longer I would probably go nuts. The best thing would be to go back home later, when my father was fast asleep and calm.

Luckily for me it was not that dark yet, but it probably would be in a hour or so. Perhaps I should go to a coffee shop and wait until my father calmed down.

Because we had just moved back to Korea I did not know the neighborhood very well, and it was actually the first time I would explore the neighborhood. The only thing I did not expect was to do it like this.

I opened google maps on my phone searching for the nearest coffee shop and started walking. This would not be hard right?

I thought. But after ten minutes of walking I noticed the path on my phone had disappeared and not only the path but also my surroundings.

This was not the same luxe neighborhood I lived in, perhaps I should ask for directions before I got completely lost.

Luckily for me there were no people outside, and the streets were quiet. I was not the one for

I walked into a street where I noticed a couple of stores. I was not the one for prejuidice but with the way how I dressed from head to toe in designer clothing it seemed as if there were any people they probably would bother me.

On the opposite side of me there was a tattoo shop that grabbed my attention. It was the only shop with the lights completely on. Stray kids, I read on a banner.

Maybe I could ask them for directions. I thought.

Or maybe, just maybe I should just get a tattoo instead.

Get it out of your head Roxeanne, why on earth would you.

Fuck it.

I crossed over the street and stood in front of the shop, second guessing whether I should really enter.

No Roxeanne, your father will murder you.

Just as I was about to walk away the door opened, making me bump into someone.

"Oh, sorry." The guy spoke with the unlit cigarette in his mouth. His eyes that were starring down at first looked into mine as he got a smirk on his face.

The guy looked legal but rather young. The smirk on his face made his cheeks go up giving him a squirrel 🐿 look. His dark brown hair was perfectly parted in the middle.

"Do you want to get in?" He asked rather surprised. I nodded my head before he smirked and stepped aside.

Before I could get in he gently grabbed me by my shoulder and starred in my eyes again. Flustered I quickly looked down.

"Are you here for Chan?"

"Who?" I questioned. Who the hell was Chan.

The guy laughed before he let go of my shoulder and put his cigarette back in his mouth.

"Stop bothering her and close the door, it's cold!" A voice could be heard from the inside.

The guy laughed before he bowed his head at me and walked past me. Flustered I walked inside of the shop.

"So, are you lost?" Another guy asked me. It was the same voice of the person who had told the other guy to stop bothering me.

He was standing behind a counter. This guy gave me statue vibes, but even then also he was very handsome.

In response I shook my head at him while still being shocked over his handsomeness.

"Aah you're here for a tattoo then?" He asked. I nodded my head.

"Do you already have an appointment?" He asked. Once again I shook my head.

"In that case..." He spoke as he smirked.

"Do you have a tongue?"

I choked in my own spit and nodded my head. Shit I'm doing it again.

"I mean yes, I do." I smiled.

The guy flashed his perfect white teeth and leaned over the counter to get a good look at me. As he looked at me I looked back at him, but all sudden we were interrupted by the ringing of a phone.

The guy chuckled before pushing some sort of button for a intercom.

"Chan, since it doesn't look like you're picking up that phone anytime soon, can you help this sweet customer?" He asked through the sound of the phone that was still ringing.

"On it." The voice spoke.

The guy gave me a wink before picking up the phone and walking away while still eyeing me with a smirk on his face.

What was wrong with him?

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ajnh · 7 years ago

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Because I'm getting settled here, I find it difficult to write about things that myself in 10 years or others now might be interested in reading about.

A good friend kindly gave me these prompts:

Money: I actually got my first salary here in dollars (first time having so many dollars really) and it's kinda neat. I'm very happy to get money hehe. The situation still hasn't been cleared though - what I have decided is that I won't try to route my salary to my UK account because it doesn't even work (thanks hsbc) and instead will open a bank account here. Now I have to do research on what bank here takes US Dollars and won't charge a shit ton, or at all. But I hate all things finance, so I am procrastinating that. Luckily for me though, there are three other new staff members in the same boat, so I feel like we will figure this out together.

Sim card: Sim card sale is still suspended by the government, though at I have heard so many different reasons as to why. One person said because people were getting a lot of burner phones to do their crimes, namely kidnapping. Another person said general terrorism (though I'm not sure what they're referring to). Another person said it's a government method of suppressing grassroots movements from gaining any traction in politics. Still, there's hope on the horizon that there will be sim card sales soon. In the mean time, I am super lucky because I got an Airtel sim, which turns out to be one of the cheapest providers for data right now. Other staff have all gotten Africelll, which is crazy expensive and super slow apparently.

Pan: The pan WAS non-stick! Though I feel slightly cheated, because yesterday the new staff and myself took the office car for a big grocery shop to a Chinese supermarket (and indeed, there was a Chinese family there) and at that shop, there was a frying pan for 15k. So I may have lost 10k, but tbh, my pan looks better, or at least I'll tell myself that. The other issue is just how difficult it is to cook here because we have little gas cookers where you need a small gas canister thing, but they're expensive and seems unsustainable in the long term, so I don't want to cook too much. But does that mean I can't eat my own food?! Sad times. I'm currently in the process of negotiating for a hot plate too, because the new members got that.

This is important because I have started getting sick of Ugandan food. It's been a month and I am bored of it - which I think is a fair rate considering there's only 5 main things to eat here.

P: P moved out yesterday to move to the house on the hill. While her and other staff members who live there got brand new furniture including a new fridge and stuff, which I am super jealous of, they live on the hill. It will be good exercise for them to go up and down the hill everyday and I am slightly jealous of that, but I am also very happy to just be living around the corner from work. I do miss P though - her cooking was really good and she was good at killing cockroaches. I currently have a dead cockroach in my room that I do not have the courage to touch to throw away. I will get there.

Work is changing and getting busier. Finally all the new staff have arrived, so we're almost complete (there are some old staff that are still away on business trips). The dynamics are changing, and a lot of it is frustrating, but I am not letting it get to me (yet).

On another note: I'm going to Jinja with the new staff girls this weekend! We're getting picked up at 7.30am and staying at a resort called the Haven. It's going to be a mini break before the real work kicks in - when the students arrive. It should be good - I wanna tan by the pool, take a hot shower with good pressure, eat proper food, enjoy wifi... such are the pleasures in life!

Attached are random other pictures from the last few weeks.

Chinese supermarket: