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oh-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle

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Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, flirting, Bruce is frustrated

A/n:So been in a dc mood today and couldn’t get this out of my head i really hope you enjoy it xx

Bruce meets you when you both get called into the school and instantly wants you to himself.

If They Get Married I'd Be Your Uncle.

You grumbled as you walked up to the pretentious school pissed that it wasn't near any bus routes, cos these type of people don't use that sort of thing. The walk was long and arduous especially after the 10 hour shift you just finished cos some stupid little twat decided he didn't feel like coming in today and called in 'sick' at the last minute even tho you heard his giggling girlfriend in the back ground. Sighing you pulled out your hair tie slapping it up into a neater messy bun as you made your way into the school reception stopping ,you raised an eyebrow at the receptionist as she gave you a side glance pretending not to notice you. You looked up to the ceiling praying for some restraint because you'd had just about as much as you could take today and didn't need the snobby attitude of these people. After a few moments you looked at her.

"Excuse me I'm here to see Mr Koleman I'm running a bit late so could you sign me in?" you said as calm as possible she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Kolman doesnt take personal meetings on the school grounds" she said snidely dismissing you , you growled at the implication.

"I'm Jack Cookes sister you phoned me earlier?"

"oh? you have an appointment?" she said. you grit your teeth.

"Trust me if I didnt I wouldnt be here" she gave you the once over then reached a perfectly manicured hand beside her screen lifiting a clip board

" and your Mrs?" you shook your head

"Miss Cooke with an e" a chuckle and whispers rippled through the office as she checked you in and handing you a visitors pass. You snatched it and made your way down to the hall to a mini reception outside the principles office. As you opened the door you spotted your little brother supporting a bloody nose ,cut cheek and eyebrow. Ignoring everyone you ran across the room stopping before him and his best friend.

"Oh for fuck sake Jack, here let me look" you said tilting his face this way and that you looked beside him swivling on your feet pulling the boys face up.

"Damien are you ok- seriously you to?" you cut yourself off seeing a dark bruise on the boys jaw you tutted rummaging through your bag pulling out a pack of ibuprofen and small bottle of water passing it to them both.

"here take these" stopping as the principles secretary snapped at you.

"Miss! you cannot give medication to other student's god knows what they are!!" you rolled your eyes giving the sleeve of tablets to Jack who then popped out two and gave them to Damien before taking his own.

"Happy?" you quipped at her with an innocent smile then turned to Jack

"Jack please please tell me you still have all your teeth" he smiled showing a full set then looked at Damien who copied. You sighed in relief smoothing both boys hairs then placed a kiss on each of their heads. You continued coddling them unaware of the man behind you watching shocked as damien sat still letting you fuss over him. Bruce didnt know you from adam but damien apparently did

"Was it them again? I told you if your gonna retaliate keep it off campus!" you said kneeling in front of them hand on either boys knee.

"We didn't start it." your brother stated and you believed him , he and Damien get themselves into trouble I mean there a couple of teenage boys there bound to act up but he doesn't just 'verbally disrespect people and attack other students' as the teacher on the phone had put it.

"Ok what happened?" you asked they both looked down Damien spoke up first

"They started calling us names again, kyle tripped and blamed Jack for it getting him told off so i called Kyle out on it then they started calling us names again we told Mrs Hatt and she laughed saying sticks and stones" . Jack continued

"So I called her a drunk fat bitch who was at best a fucking baby sitter, kyle slammed my head into the desk for it cos he's a little ass lick." you sighed as Damien took over

"SoIi punched kyle in the face knocking him on his ass and Clarence hit me and Jack headbutted him then we were pulled apart"

"yeah were did you learn to punch like that? he went down like a sack of shit" Jack asked laughing damien joined him laughing you deadpanned as they high five'd one another.

"Ok guys thats neither here nor there the point is your teacher sat back and watched?" they nodded there teacher seemed to have a problem with your brother due to your social class, he'd been accepted as part of a new law that all private schools must accept a certain number of full scholarship students to give everyone 'an equal opportunity' you'd been complaining to the school about the bullying and the teachers attitude but nothing has been one it seems.

"So you didn't hit them first?" you asked Damien shook his head at you. you believed them they were good kids.

"Good but you know fighting isn't the answer right?" they shook their heads you stood up fully taking a seat beside them.

"Damien thank you for helping him and Jack fuck sake don't you know headbutting hurts you more than the other guy. I'm sorry this is still happening guys but I'm gonna take care of it ok? trust me?" they both nodded at you still looking a little sorry for themselves you swung around in your seat only now seeing Bruce sitting opposite you.

"Bruce Wayne, you must be Jacks sister Y/n was it?" you nodded as his hand devoured your in a hand shake.

"Yep that's me. sorry your boy got dragged into this" he chuckled waving it off

"He will always find trouble at least this time its for sticking up for his friend, im glad to finally have a face to put to the name they talk about you alot" you nodded at that couldn't help your breathing hitch slightly at his smile his eyes seemed to burn into you analyzing you. You flushed slightly under his gaze

"Good things i hope" he nodded at you licking his bottom lip damien sighed you loked away before smirking at Jack.

"You really called her a drunk fat bitch?" he laughed proud of himself

"Yeah, sticks and stone and all that thought id test it" you laughed out loud

"To quick for them huh? I see where your going with it tho smart ass" he smiled sheepishly

"Well it worked for you, had to give you a leg to stand on" you laughed high fiving him . Bruce flinched as the display made you look your age. your relationship with your brother was a strange one. One moment you had to be the 'politically correct parent' the next you could return to being his 'cool older sister', there was 12 years between you but it didn't bother either of you , it wasn't that long ago that you were in school so you understood him. You struck up a conversation with the two boys, Damien had been the only one in the school to get along with Jack and you were thankful that they found each other two peas in a pod and he seemed to be coming round constantly it hadn't taken long before you started mothering him to. They were always together at your house or the manor but youd never met bruce jntill today sure damien had spoke about him, convinced that the two of you would hit it off, you just laughed him off saying it was wishfull thinking, but you couldnt help but wonder as you sat across from the handsom man well aware of his eyes watching your every move. Bruce watched fascinated as you seemed to be on the same level as the boys , if he was honest he was happy to see Damien relaxed around someone. Damien constaly gushed about you to him and he could see why as his eye scanned you up and down taking everything in , you was certainly beautiful petite and slightly heavy set you had a young carefree air about you that still held a nurturing aspect , probably what drew damien to you the boy had never had a motherly type of women around him, hell even he felt drawn to you in more ways then one, he noted as he felt,his blood rush south. It had been a while since any woman had coaxed such a strong reaction from him. He'd never been one for the young domestic type but there was something in him that wanted you. He tried reasoning that it was because of the way you had coddled his son, or maybe it was that he missed that motherly affection himself, but no there was something more then that a deep atraction pulling at him.He could see why Damien had taken a shine to you he'd be lying if he said he hasn't already been thinking of a reason to meet up with you outside of school. It was rare that someone caught him by surprise and you had defiantly caught him by surprise. Clearing his throat he re-position himself on his seat as his boxers became tighter embarrassed and admittedly a bit confused as watching you mother the two teens had begun to arouse him. You looked over to him with concern.

"Are you ok Mr Wayne?" he inwardly groaned at the name and way you looked at him so innocently ,no idea what you were doing .fuck. He forced a charming smile

"Yes just wish they'd hurry up." you sighed pouting slightly

"It seems a bit stupid calling this an emergency then making us wait this long. twats." you snipped crossing your arms across your chest huffing he chuckled hearing the barely held back irritation, imagining just how bratty you could be, and exactly how he could deal with said bratty behaviour a shiver ran down his spine, he sucked through his teeth as his cock twitched at the thought his mind racing to other tempting scenarios of you and him, shaking his head he had to snap himself out of it. The door opened and you were both called in. He watched wide eyed as you rose your demeanor changed completely, gone was a fun loving motherly young woman and there stood a less than impressed mama bear under 5ft tall but walked like a giant. He blinked and staggered in behind you thankful that he opted for a longer blazer that helped cover his 'situation' once in the office you set down in front of Mr Koleman the principle a stout balding man that was king of his own little castle and like to let everyone know it.

Mr Koleman looked at you with distaste then smiled shaking hands with Bruce.

"Ah Mr Wayne good to see you again tho I hoped it was on better terms. Miss Cooke I'm glad you could come down today I wasn't sure you'd make it this time." he said condescendingly you smirked putting on your polite 'adult' voice.

"well I've been trying to get an appointment with you about these issues that I'm sure your fully aware of, however you seem fully booked so I'm glad I finally have the opportunity to straighten a few thing out" he grimaced as he took a seat behind the desk.

" Yes well I am a very busy man." he said

"Yes I noticed that when the receptionist mistook me for a personal visitor." you hear Bruce cough covering a laugh as the principle opened and closed his mouth speechless.

"Any way what was it you wanted to discuss Mr Koleman?" he scowled not used to being shut down by a young women. He leaned forward shuffling papers

"yes well we've been having problems with Jack for a few months as your aware-"

"Yes I'm aware that he is being targeted by his teacher and bullied by other students in the class which is being over looked and in some instances encouraged by the staff at this school. but go on." you interupted him staring at him unblinkingly Bruce gapped before collecting himself sitting back to watch the show the distinct feeling that you were going to rip this man a new arsehole.

"Uh-oh i was not aware of that"

"do not lie to me" you growled 'and here we go' Bruce thought he'd been with enough women to know that all hell was going to break loose as the quiet sweetheart form out side became a little spitfire in the office and couldn't help the a quick fantasy of you being this fiesty for him in his office. You pulled out a small red diary from your bag turning to dates in it.

"On the 4th of March I phoned the school and spoke to a Mrs Hatt to discuss cases of bullying she said that it was being taken care of and that I had no reason to worry. March the 12th Jack came home with bruises on his back caused by the same students they had tied knots in there ties and whiped him with them while getting changed for p.e, I had raised concerns about it nothing was done. I phoned again and once again was fobbed off by Mrs Hatt that there was nothing happening, then Jack comemhome with a sprained wrist, then it was bruised stomach, then a cut forhead and a brokennfinger from them smashing it in a door etcetera these incidents continued and I continued to report them and it was always the same names that popped up, the same three boys. I'd had enough on May 21st I phoned and asked to speak to you instead I got through to a Mrs Hamsten? the vice principle?" you watched as his face became paler and paler as you spoke he nodded. Bruced leant back eyes blown finding himself getting hotter as he watched you tear down the man infront of you.

"Yes and she said that the boys had been put into detention for it which turned out to be a lie another student confirmed that nothing had been done. I then put my issue in writing, I wrote a letter sent by recorded post to you about the issue and received a reply, sighed by you, that you have a no tolorence policy and would look into it, nothing has been done and now you have the audacity to call me up and have me come in here because he finally had enough and stuck up for himself because this little shit split his face open on a desk whilst the teacher watched? tell me Mr Koleman do you still want to pretend you dont know what I'm talking about because I've recored all the calls I've made about this." you tore into him as he shrunk further and further into his seat not prepared for you to come at him so direct. Bruce didnt know what the fuck happened to the sweet little thing he saw outside but what he did know was that was one of the sexist things he'd seen as you asserted yourself beautifully not giving the man time to respond. If it wasn't for Mr Koleman sitting behind the desk he'd already have you spread out on it underneath him. 'Another time'he thought to himself he licked his lips tugging at his trousers again trying to ease the ache in his cock as it strained against its confines.

"Ah yes well, now that I think about it I do remeber a letter" he stumbled over his words you nodded your head

"Yes I'm sure you do. Today was the inevitale blow up." He collected himself looking at Bruce for some sort of back up instead the billionaire scowled at him.

"Be that as it may there is no excuse for calling a teacher a drunk fat bitch." you nodded

"I agree how ever it was for science. Your member of staff who has neglected her duty to keeping my brother safe on school grounds ,has brushed off his bullying useing 'stick and stones' so he decied to test that theory by calling her a drunk fat bitch, turns out names do hurt and caused her to become agitated that she allowed him to have his face smashed into a desk by another student cutting open his eyebrow, cheek and bloody his nose. I dont think she should be able to teach if she cant practice what she preaches and certainly shouldnt be left incharge of children if she is that unstable that she would allow an attack to happen because her feeling were hurt."

"yes well he dragged Mr Waynes son into this-"

"Damien and Jack are friends Damien saw Kyle attack Jack and defended him which is more I can say for the staff at this school. I'm warning you Mr Koleman sort it out before I go to the press. How do you think that would look? when your school board find out that Mr Wanyes son was injured defending his friend when the teacher didn't lift a fucking finger. You wanna go there? cos I fucking will I've had enough." he sat up straighter alarmed, Bruce moaned deep in his chest but watching you was really doing it for him he didnt know why or care in all honesty he just wanted more of you.

"No, no theres no need for that. We can sort this out between us no need for the governors or press. Mr Wayne is there anything you'd like to add." he said trying hard to wrap up this meeting. You looked at Bruce who frankly you forgot was even there he shook his head looking strange, shifting in his chair uncomfortably.

"I think Miss Cooke summed everything up wounderfully, and she has my full support sort out these kids, I know that they have been causing Damien problems name calling getting him in trouble such and he has said the teacher dosn't do anything about it. I wont stand for it any more , if its not sorted out by the end of the week I will bring Miss Cooke with me and we will speak to the school bored in person." You let out a breath you didnt know you was holding relief flooded you as he said this slightly worried that he'd throw you under the bus. He locked eyes with you his pupils were blown wide and he was breathing heavy he winked subtly, you flushed looking back to the man behind the desk as he cleared his throat.

"Right well I will see to it personally and it will be sorted by the end of the week, you both seem to have concerns with Jack and Damien's teacher so as of tomorrow I will have them moved into another class whilst I investigate. I will phone you both up to check in with the boys I'm terribly sorry that it has been left this long." he stood motioning for you both to do the same ending with.

"The boys can leave early today while I deal with this." Bruce opened the door letting you through growling as the principle made a point to oogle your ass as you left, quickly standing between you blocking his veiw of you he glared at the fat prick his message was clear. That hot little spitfire is mine so back off. He stared down at him chest puffed out standing taller and broarder intimidating the little weasel until he looked away. Bruce smirked then left the office slamming the door behind him finding you explaining to the boys what was happening, joining you as they stood up getting there bags .

"you boys go out and wait by the car while we sign out at the front." Bruce instructed they nodded running ahead to the school enterance.

"The car?" you asked looked up at him shyly

"Yes i will give you both a lift" he said leaving no room for argument. You thanked him then spoke quietly looking down trying not to freak out as he stood closer then you thought was neccasary.

"Thank you for sticking up for me in there, I dont usually get like that but you know I get a bit protective." he chuckled at you showing off a brilliant smile

"Its no problem, to be honest I found the whole mama bear thing very sexy your lucky we we'rnt alone" he said winking you blushed

"Wh-what? sh-shut up" you squeeked out he shook his head at you as he put an arm out over you holding the doors to main reception you thanked him queitly skipping through feeling small catching yourself breathing deeper to smell more of his fresh scented cologne.

"No I'm serious any where else and well" he wiggled his brows at you making you giggle

"and the way you are with damien?ive never seen him like that" he asked trailing off

"Yes well he is a sweet kid, he comes over quiet a bit as you know Alfred drops him off and the boys go off doing their thing, just sort of started to mother him a bit sorry" he smirked at you

"Well if I'd known how stunning you were it'd be me dropping him off. And dont apologize I'm not mad just a bit jealous. Tho not for long" he said handing his pass to the snooty receptionist who gave him bedroom eyes before glaring at you for keeping his attention.

"J-jealous? of Damien why?" you stuttered then bit your lip blushing. He groaned the site of it as he throbbed agin nearly cumming as his cock rubbed harshly agains the soft cotton of his boxers, he just couldnt control it. oh he was definatly gonna have you for himself, somehow you turned him into a horny teenager all over again.

"Well he got to have all your attention earlier, hurts a mans pride when his son can capture a beautiful woman's attention and he cant." you looked away from him giving your pass to the secatary who snatched it with a snarl.

"Im hoping you'd show some mercy and come out for lunch with me?" you gasped snapping your gaze at him.

"Wh-what you mean to talk about the school?"

"No as in a date" he explained you froze feeling butterflies in your tummy looking at the gorgeous man.

"Date? now? like right now?" he nodded smirking thoroughly enjoying you being so flustered.

"yes now I dont have anything else planned for today." you gulped when he gave you a heated look you felt like a meal taking a step back

" I'd love to but I have to clean up Jack and-." you began your excuse only for him to cut you short.

"Nonsense he can come to the manor and spend the day with Damien, Alfred is a good nurse he will patch them up." you blinked trying to think of another reason as he stood staring you down at you waiting to for to decide feeling like a deer in the head lights you realized this alpha of a man wasn't going to give you much of a choice.

"O-ok if your sure alfred wouldn't mind watching him." you nodded shyly Bruce gave a triumphant smirk and threw an arm across your shoulders tucking you against him walking to the main doors.

"Alfred wont mind watching the boys." you both walked outside to the boys Damien sighed at his dad before Jack spoke up.

"Told you he was looking at her ass"

"JACK! He was not!" you screeched at him damien laughed and bruce unlocked the range rover

"I thought I was being subtle about it" you gaped at him speechless as he opened the passenger door the boys gagged getting in the back. You got in the car pouting to yourselfand Bruce climbed in.

"Fucking hell I've never seen her speechless, how'd you do that?" Jack said Damien scoffed

"Dad just keep your boner in your pants until were out of the way."

"Yer shes my sister dont need to see her sucking face." You blushed trying to shush the boys

"DAMIEN! He does not have a boner!"

"Uh yer he does look."You tired not to look you really did but it just sort of happend you squeeked covering your mouth faceing forward and jumped as bruce leant over buckling your seat belt whispering in your ear.

"I did tell you the mama bear was sexy" puljng away he spoke to the boys

"Dont worry boys, we will behave until your out of ear shot" You gapped as they cringed with cries of 'ew dad no' and 'come on thats my sister' he laughed at them patting your thigh before pulling out of the school

"So you asked her on a date yet Dad?" Bruce raised and eye brom looking at him in the rear view mirror pulling out onto the main road.

"Well we are dropping you both off at the manor does that answer your question?"

Jack groaned not sure if he likes the idea of his sister dating his best friends dad.

"dont you hurt her Mr Wayne I know where you live" you smiled at that finding it cute him trying to be the protective little man. The drive was quiet for a while before jack piped up.

"Holy shit if they get married I'd be your uncle" you groaned holding you face in your hands bruce only laughed

"Jack its one lunch date jesus"

".....Can I walk you down the isle?"

"JACK?!"

"What she means is well cross that bridge when we come to it" you stared at Bruce as he smirked enjoying teasing you the boys snickered in the back. You sat back wondering just what you'd gotten youself into.

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bi-peanut · 4 years ago

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Underneath The Stars Of 23rd Street

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The truck spluttered to a stop, sighing and creaking. I pushed down on the excelorater hard. Nothing. “Come on” I groaned, hitting the steering wheel. The cold night air creeped into the truck like icy fingers wrapping around my body, the heating system had shut down with the rest of the car. I can hear the coyotes in the distance. Town is at least 75 miles away, and here I am. Stranded in the desert. The coyote's high pitched growl grows closer. My hands are sweating and suddenly the cold air seems to be the least of my worries. “START” I shout at the car, slamming my foot against the excelerator. But it's no use, the shreakes grow closer and closer I can hear their ragged breath. “shit” I whisper.

I frantically fumbled with they keys praying for the truck to start. But it stayed silent and still. "Think!" I shouted to myself. I thought back to a time where my dad and I took an trip to Chicago and our car broke down on the way. He had jump started it "for educational purposes only" my dad grinned as I watched him. "Yes!" I thought. I slid down under the steering wheel. It was dark. I got back up and grabbed a torch out of the glove compartment before sliding back down under the dashboard. They coyotes where right outside my truck now, I could hear them pacing around curiously pawing at the doors and wheels. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I pulled open the wireboard and shined the torch into it. I remembered he pulled the red wire or something. My pulled at the wire not really registering anything I'm doing. Suddenly the car purred to life. "Yes!" I cried pumping my fist in the air. I scrambled back up into my seat and placed my hands onto the steering wheel. My truck was surrounded by coyotes, and as much as I knew they would hurt me I couldnt hurt them. I reved my engine and they jumped back. I slammed down on the gas, rocketing straight ahead. I drove and drove and didnt stop untill I got too the outskirts of town. I checked my watch, 00:30. Shit, dad was expecting me home half an hour ago, its not as if I could let him know I had broke down. It took me about another 10 minutes to pull up to our house. I was expecting dad to be asleep by now and he would let me have it in the morning, but when I walked in the door, there he was sitting at the table, a notebook infront of him. "Oh, hey dad" I say nervously rubbing my hand through my hair. "Miles" my dad says sternly "I can explain ok," i say "my truck broke down and there were coyotes and i had to jump start it like you did in Chicago and i tried to get back as soon as i could and-" "Miles. It's ok, as long as you are safe now" My dad walked over and hugged me. He never really did that, it was nice. My dad was a nice person dont get me wrong and he would never hurt me but he was never really a touch person, well I guess that part of him died along with my mom. She died when I was 5. Cancer. It destroyed my dad and I. Especially my dad. When my mom died he spiraled. He drank. A lot. It became so much of a problem I was sent away to live with my Aunt Lydia for 8 months while he "sorted things out" I was five. I didnt know what was going on. When I moved back home for a couple months after that aunt lydia would would come come and check in on us to make sure dad wasnt drinking again."So, how was aunt lydia?" I was visiting her in New Mexico for the weekend before coming home for the last couple days of school before summer break. "She was pretty good, shaken about Uncle Jimmy but other than that shes good"Uncle Jimmy died a few weeks ago. My dad and u went to his funeral in Colorado two weeks ago."It was terrible what happened to Jimmy, we will all miss him for sure" my dad sighedUncle Jimmy and Aunt Lydia are my moms brothers and sisters. Aunt lydia is married to Uncle Michael and they have two kids, James and Rick. They are both grown up and finished college. Uncle Jimmy wasnt married and my grandparents died beofre I was born. My dad doesnt have any siblings and he never knew his Aunts and uncles. His parents were split up and I never met my grandad. Grandma is still around tho and we spend the holidays with her. She lives in New York. I have no siblings. It has been just my dad and I for the last 12 years. And I like it that way. I do wish my mom was still around though. I loved her so much.

My eyes would barely stay open as I sat stooping over my bowl of porridge at the dining room table. Shit! The time! I hadn't been paying attention and I was late. "Miles!" My dad called from down the hall"I'm going now!" I call. Lies. I'm not even dressed yet. I run up the stairs to my room. I grab my Jeans, red t shirt and black and white flannel. I have fifteen minutes untill I need to get to school. The next bus leaves in 7 minutes, it takes 8 minutes by bus if there is no traffic and then another two minutes to walk from the bus stop to school. No. Too long. I'll have to walk, well run. If I take a short cup through the park and if i go down past the library I cam get there in time. And that's what I do. I make it to school just as the bell rings. I join the stream of students heading down the hall. English, my favourite class, is first. When we get in I sit down in my usual seat in back right corner. I dont have much friends. Well I have people to talk to, but I wouldnt meet them outside of school. My only friend that I would do anything for is Regan. I've know her since middle school, she is the kindest but scary at times person in the entire world. I turn to the empty seat beside me, wher Regaan always sits beside me. I tap the girl infront of me, Marjorie, on the shoulder. "Hey Miles" she says "What's up?""Hey, I was just wondering if you've seen Regan around?" "Um, no I dont think so sorry."Marjorie turns back around to her seat and I lean back in mine. Mr. Honran, my english teacher walks into the room. "Good morning class" he calls cheerfully. Just then Regan runs in the door."Ms. Treece, you are late, again." Mr. Horan says, hands on his hips."Sorry" Regan groaned, slumping into her chair beside me."How come you were late?" I ask"Stupid Ben was late dropping me again"Ben is Regans step father, she hates him because her mother cheated on her dad with him and then they got caught when they discovered that Regans mom was pregnant. Now she has a little baby sister Fiona. Fiona is the only one in Regans family that she can actually be around with out yelling. She really does love her.The day dragged on the only hope was that tomorrow was the last day before sunner break. I was only home for about 10 minutes to change into my uniform before I had to head to work.I work in the icecream parlor Happy Swirls, beside the library on 23rd street.

When I got to work there was only five customers inside. My co worker Jamie was behind the counter."Hey, sorry I'm late" I say as I tie on my apron"Its fine" Jamie replied as he hung up his apron.That's the thing about Jamie, he never really talks. He just keeps to himself hiding near his shiny brown bangs and baggie hoodies. There was a time where I considered asking him out but soon changed my mind when I heard him talking to someone about a girl he liked. I'm over that now, i didnt really mind, it wasnt as if I was in love him or something. But he was the first guy that I didnt block out that I liked. "I'll see you tomorrow miles" Jamie called as he walked out the doo. I washed my scooper and brushed my hands off my apron as my first customer of my shift walked up to the counter. "Welcome" I say in a cheery voice. "What can I get for you" I look up to see the customer. I stop in my tracks. Shit, he is beautiful. He has soft brow black hair that falls in curtains over his brown eyes, framed by glasses and soft caramel skin. I almost miss what he says."Umm, could I have a mango frozen yogurt with strawberries on top, please" His voice is soft and sweet. I realise I'm staring and quickly snap back to what I'm supposed to be doing, getting his order. "Sure!" I scoop the the yoghurt into the tub and sprinkle the raspberries ontop. Say something! I think to myself. But I dont. I stay awkwardly silent as I get his order. "That would be $2.99 please" He hands over the money thanks me and walks out of the store. I curse myself for not even getting his name. I probably wont ever see him again. After all, Phoenix is a big place.

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scourge-sympathiser · 4 years ago

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wht is the long distance au

OK SO! during the time where pinestar is still pinestar but also visting the twoleg place, jake askz him to pass on a message to an old friend... talltail is obviously a little put off by the leader of thunderclan approching him out of nowhere but the second he hearz jakez name hez just :D ! & leavez pinestar with a message of his own! from their thy go on, poor pinestar acting as a messagr for these 2 love bugz [not actually dating at this point but boy. the flirting]

thn pinestar is gone & thunderclan is very cagey about wht happened..... talltail findz himself actually pretty hit by pinestarz death- thy had grown fairly close in the time he had been the messagr.....

at first talltail acceptz tht he wont hear from jake again, he thought he would be ok with tht, aftr all hez done it before.... but hearing from him again broke down his will to put jake in the past and eventually he cant take it anymore & sneakz his way thru thunderclan territory to go vist... jake is pretty delighted to see him! itz at this point where thy go well. it wont be typical or perfect we still hav very different livez but. fuck it. letz be matez! also talltail is very releaved to see pine & oftn stopz to chat with him on his vistz to jake

jake also vistz the moorz evry now n again & on one trip he bringz up tht some of his friendz had asked if hs would be a surrogate for thm [nutmeg & quince r in lesbianz] talltail is Delighted... he lovz kitz & 2 hav some tht would be tangentially be his in a way makez him :3c

now im unsure if i wanna fuss with the timeline & make either scourge Younger or firestar Older but.... i want thm 2 interact as brotherz.... so.....

quince givz birth first & nutmeg followz a while aftr [thy had wanted to hav kitz at the same time but nutmeg had issuez getfing pregnant].... whn talltail vistz n seez the kitz he askz with shinning eyez if thy hav nammed thm all.. of course thy HAD but one look at him & at eachothr thy lie & say thy havnt nammed the new litter, offering to let talltail name a few of thm! he namez finch [rusty] & pinecone [princess] talltail continuez to vist & lovz playing with the kitz, quince & nutmeg didnt expect asking their friend to help thm hav kitz would result in his weird wild boyfriend slotting himself into their faimly but thy all get along well & it workz

tiny is still teased by his siblingz but he LOVZ being an older brother- nutmegz litter, finch in particular, look up to him a TON n he enjoyz being the bigger one! but he still endz up frightened of being thrown away- but! he knoz 1 cat tht would nevr do tht! so.. he venturez into the forest to find his othr dad

tigerpaw & co still attack him, but this time hez able to callout to talltail & thistleclaw orderz his apprentice to stop, recognizing the name of windclanz deputy.... tiny immediately tellz thm hez his dad & thistleclaw is like oh perfect blackmail for an enemy clan & bringz him back to camp. right away sunstar is like. this is a windclan problem? we r just gonna escorted this kit to the border and hand him over

of course talltail happenz to be on tht patrol & the second he seez tiny, putting on a brave face but obviously freaked out and tried from the trip, to the shock of evry1 there he just dashez ovr the border n harshly lickz to comfort him...

whn thy get back to camp talltail makez up a story for his clan tht he met tinyz othr parent whn he left the clan & thtz whn the kitz were conceived but thy broke up whn he came back & he just so happened to meet thm on the border with the kitz,,, tiny is older thn he lookz just a runt, u kno? he joinz da clan

jake endz up having to go find talltail [nutmeg & quince r kinda freaking out ovr their sonz dissapearance] since he haz 2 be much more cautious about visting now..... hez glad 2 see tiny is safe, and also pretty hyped about being a clan cat, whn jake relayz this to the parentz quince huffz & callz talltail a scourge on the name of all good catz, lightheartedly

one day jake is visting talltail & tiny whn an orange blurr tacklez tinypaw from the bushez, finch! who had followed jake bcuz he missed his older brothr n also dad 2....... pinecone followz soon aftr like finch!! i thought we were just gonna check on thm!! u broke our cover!! of course having great timing another windclan patrol is heading their way... jake hidez easily with practice but finch is on tinypaw like a burr & pinecone doeznt kno tht she should be hiding

whn faced by his clanmatez tinypaw startz talking well talltail is kinda frozen & spinz a tale about finch & pinecone being his siblingz from another parent & fully unrelated to talltail who didnt kno about thm, thy had gotten lost & reconized tinypaw n came for help! so thy r taken to winclan camp for heatherstar to decide if thtz a lie.... she letz it go & tellz tinypaw tht itz to late to take thm back home now but, in the morning

[palebird knoz talltail is lying about not knoing about these kitz the second she seez hearz the orange kitz name but. she doesnt call him on it]

finch is ecstatic to be in the clan camp n is running around asking about evrything.... pinecone is more nervous n uncomfortable but trailz aftr her brother... before bumping into barkface, thn she spendz the rest of the time thy r there stuck to him, talking with him as he sortz herbz

in the morning tinypaw takez thm back, & is very glad for the chance to see his momz, thy dont lov tht hez gone feral but thy r glad he seemz to be doing well & is so happy

a few moonz later & talltail is tallstar! and a bit aftr tht the kitz r here once again..... asking to join the clan.... jake is woth thm n sayz tht their momz arnt super happy about it but did say tht thy could.... and well......... tallstar is delighted to hav more family in the clan with him..... pinecone becomez pinepaw & finch is finchpaw!!

n uhh thtz all i got 4 now!!!

#askz #sorry i took forver 2 answr dis i kept getting distracted & thn being way to tired to phrase thing right

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feathers-and-fisticuffs · 5 years ago

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Not My Style...

[Chapter List HERE]

Basil tensed as the door opened, he hadn’t been expecting his new guardian to burst in so quickly, and truth be told, he was terrified to officially meet him. Partly because he was afraid that there had been a mistake, that Mr. Rose had changed his mind, and partly because... he now looked very different than the last time they had spoken.

“Oh. You’re looking well.” The gentleman in the suit smiled at him, though Basil could see the confusion on his face. “That’s a lovely haircut.”

“Y-you’re not mad..?” His voice trembled, he could hear Oleana’s voice echoing in his head, telling him that Rose would never love him if he went through with it, that ‘he adopted you for a reason, and you’re not a little boy so quit trying to act like one’.

“Mad? Of course not, dear.” His voice was gentle, soothing, and as he knelt down the confusion cleared from his face. “Now then, there’s the matter of your name.” His smile never faltered. “What would you like me to call you?”

Basil’s cheeks flushed red. He hadn’t expected this sort of response. “Basil, sir...” He looked down at his feet, still nervous.

“Basil, what a fine name. Welcome home, son.” He wiped the tears that started to fall, and pulled the boy into a hug.

He couldn’t keep himself from crying. He was home...

Kabu hadn’t heard anything from Basil for a few hours, and though he wanted to give Basil his space, he was worried that something had happened to him. He finished his training and let his Pokemon wander, kissing his Growlithe’s nose. “There’s a good boy... good job today.”

The Growlithe licked his cheek and bounded away to play.

He could hear a familiar tune coming from Basil’s bedroom, and his door was cracked open slightly. Kabu assumed this was an invitation to pop in and say hi, so he stuck his head in. “Hey, kid. You about ready for dinner?”

Basil was sitting at his desk by the radio, looking in a mirror, gasping and almost falling over when Kabu started to talk with a scream. “NO!” He scrambled away, putting as much distance between them as he could, feeling terror rising in his heart.

“Oh! Basil I’m sorry I didn’t mean to scare you I-- are you wearing makeup?”

Basil started to cry, babbling out apologies and begging Kabu not to hurt him. His hands went to his face, trying to rub off the makeup and smearing it. He screamed again when Kabu’s hands wrapped around his wrists and pulled them away gently.

“Basil, Basil shhh... It’s okay, it’s alright I’m not going to hurt you...” He soothed. “Don’t rub at your face, that’s terrible for your skin, it’s okay...” He kept calming him until he was sure he could let go of him, then handed him his cane and led him down to Kabu’s bedroom. He sat Basil down on his bed and dug through his bathroom doors till he found some makeup remover wipes. “These won’t irritate your skin.” He smiled and started working to wipe away the smeared eyeliner.

Basil sniffled. “You’re not mad..?”

“No, honey, why would I be mad?” Kabu assured him.

“B-because I’m a boy...”

Kabu chuckled. “There’s nothing wrong with that, dear. I wear makeup sometimes too, when I go on TV.”

“Really?” Basil pulled away from the wipe, looking for any sign he was lying.

“Well of course, gotta look nice and young and pretty for the young ladies.” He winked and that made Basil giggle a bit.

“You’re weird, Kabu...”

Kabu smiled, thankful that Basil was no longer afraid, and worked on getting the rest of the makeup wiped off. “I’m sorry I scared you. I should have knocked. Do you want me to help you put your makeup back on?” Basil shook his head. “Is there any way I can make this up to you?”

He could see Basil thinking, considering this question. “Let me do your makeup?”

“Oh?” He grinned at that. “Would that make you happy?”

Basil nodded. “I want to do your makeup.”

“Hey, was that Piers you were listening to up there? I think he has a concert tomorrow. Would you like to go? We can make a day of it.”

Basil gasped. “What? Really? You’d let me go see Piers?!”

Looking at him like that, Kabu would have let him do anything. “Of course we can go. Whatever you’d like.” He crawled up into bed and pulled Basil up beside him, leaning back on the headboard. “Whatever you want to do.”

Basil yawned and leaned against him. “Kabu..?” He hesitated, he was still nervous to say something to make him mad. He didn’t want to lose another guardian. “Why does Bede hate you so much? He said you were mean and that you hurt him...”

Kabu felt a pang of guilt. He had forgotten. “Well... you see... I made a mistake. Bede... did too. He broke into my gym and tried to steal my gym badge because he was worried about fighting me.” He gulped. “I caught him, and lost my temper. And I may have... well... hurt him. A little bit.”

“Bede said you called him a brat and spanked him.”

He cringed. “Yes. That... that is what happened. I lost my temper with him and I shouldn’t have done that.”

Basil sat quietly for a while, and Kabu was afraid he was afraid again.

“Are you gonna do that to me if I do something wrong?”

“No. No, I shouldn’t have done that to him either. And I didn’t know about... what you two were going through.”

Basil let out a small whine. “He told you about Oleana..?”

“He told me what she did to him. I’m sure she hurt you too.” He soothed.

Basil nodded. “My leg... she would hurt my leg if I did something wrong... and... she’d hurt us if we tried to tell Rose... and he didn’t believe us anyway...”

“I believe you. And I believe Bede, too. We’ve put aside our differences, now that we’re co-workers.” He promised. “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never hurt him again. I swear.”

Basil closed his eyes and laid his head against Kabu’s chest. “Okay...” He practiced the breathing exercises that Kabu had taught him, and within minutes he had dozed off completely.

Kabu laid him down in his bed, tucking him in softly. His hands shook, he couldn’t get the look Basil gave him out of his mind, so fearful, so hopeless... He’d do anything to never see him look like that again. He closed the door and let him sleep, moving to the couch. No point in moving the boy, he looked so comfortable.

************

Kabu let Basil sleep in the next day, and made pancakes for breakfast.

“Kabu...? Is something wrong? It’s so late...”

He smiled at Basil, waving with the spatula. “Good morning! Pancakes?”

Basil sat down at the table, and eyed them hungrily. “These aren’t healthy...”

Kabu chuckled. “I know. It’s okay to take a self-care day every once and a while!” He laid a plate down in front of Basil and had one for himself. Basil scarfed down the pancakes hungrily. “These are so good!” He gave a few pieces to his Scorbunny too, which made Kabu laugh.

“Are you boys excited for the concert today? I’ve heard it’s gonna be killer...”

Basil nodded happily. “Piers is so cool! He’s like... my hero! His music is amazing and his Pokemon are so cool! He’s amazing!”

Kabu happily let Basil control the day, picking all the things they did and even letting him do his makeup before the show. Basil let him look, only after he was done, and laughed out loud at himself. “I look ridiculous!”

Basil blushed. “You don’t like it..?”

“It’s not my style, but it looks lovely.” He promised. Basil had given him thick black eyeliner and pale white makeup, and dark black lipstick, and quickly did the same for himself.

Once he was ready, the two made their way to Spikemuth for the concert. Basil had never been and took in the city with wide eyes. “Oh wow...”

The concert was just as intense and amazing as Basil had hoped it would be. He watched Piers on stage, starstruck by how confident he was. When the concert was over, he wished it could go on forever.

“Well? What did you think?” Kabu smiled down at him.

“It was... amazing...” He smiled back, leaning on his cane. “Piers is so cool..!”

“You wanna meet him?”

“What?!”

“Come on!” Kabu pulled his sleeve gently. “Let’s go backstage!”

“You don’t know him! We can’t go backstage!”

“Says who? Come on!” He smirked.

“Oh my God Kabu no! You’re gonna embarrass me in front of Piers don’t!” He was pulling away from Kabu but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. The two mean looking doormen took one look at Kabu and moved aside when they got there.

“See?”

“That doesn’t mean anything! You don’t know Piers!”

Kabu just laughed and pulled him backstage.

Piers was leaning against the back wall, chatting with his foul-mouthed band members with a sneer, but when he looked up and saw Kabu his whole demeanor changed. He stood up straight and gestured for his band-mates to scram before approaching with a genuine smile. He bowed respectfully.

“Master Kabu...”

Kabu couldn’t hide his grin, pulling him into a hug. “Piers... you did so great up there... as always.”

“I didnt’ know you were coming or I would have played something more mellow for you!”

Basil looked from one man to the other, jaw dropping. “What the fuck..?”

Kabu spun around then. “Language, young man!”

Piers laughed out loud, clinging to Kabu’s arm to keep himself upright. “And who’s this funny little dude?”

Kabu introduced them, and Piers could tell he was a fan. He shook Basil’s hand and signed an album for him before sitting down with them to talk.

Basil watched with starry eyes as Kabu and Piers talked, reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Piers told him about how Kabu had taken him in when he was younger, and had helped him deal with his ‘young teen angst’ with music.

“Kabu got you into music? I don’t believe it.” Basil snorted.

“Who do you think taught me to play guitar?”

“Bullshit.”

“Language!” Kabu hissed and swatted gently at his arm, teasing more than anything.

“Come on Kabu, why don’t you play something for him!” Piers handed him a guitar.

“What? No, I haven’t touched one in years.”

“Please?” Basil asked sweetly.

Kabu sighed and took the guitar, and just like riding a bike, it all came back to him. He started to play, and once he got into it, he started to sing an old song. His voice was soft and a little gruff, but by no means bad. Piers grabbed his base and quickly joined in with a harmony, and Basil was moved by the sound. They sounded amazing together...

************

Kabu and Basil called it a night, and Kabu walked him up to his room, knowing his leg was starting to get sore from all the moving around. He tucked him in and kissed his forehead.

“Kabu? Will you sing to me?” He asked shyly. “You sing really nice...”

He blushed a bit at the compliment and sat on the edge of the bed. “Alright. Get comfy.” He smiled as Basil snuggled down into the blankets and reached for Kabu’s hand to hold.

Kabu held his hand and pet his hair while he sang a lullaby, and once Basil was asleep, he pulled the door closed softly and drug his own sorry tired butt to bed. His rotom phone was flashing on the nightstand, a message deemed important, but not important enough to look at tonight. It would be there in the morning.

#kabu #gym leader kabu #my precious baby basil #piers #sword and shield #dad kabu #implied child abuse #oleana #rose #basil is trans!#and don't you forget it!#hes a good boy!#and I love him #lmk if i need to tag anything else

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happys-crazy-queen22 · 5 years ago

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Same Dream, New District

Gif credit @zeroxday

Requested by @multifandom123456

This is my first personal imagine. I don't normally do these so I tried, hope I did it justice. Hope you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting.

Happy Reading Dollies.

"My names Indiana Gomez, I'm twenty five. I'm a hard worker, I learn fast and I can take order. My dad use to work with Hank Voight so I'm familiar with a hard boss. I will learn to live with the chaos that is district twenty one". You rambled off to the desk manager that day at CPD.

"Listen lady if you want to join district 21 you'll have to go through Seragant Trudy Platt". He said with half a donut hanging out of his mouth.

"Is she here"? "My mom and her go way back". You said with a smile.

"No". "Now would you please go, I have work to do". He groaned as he walked off.

"Yeah feeding your face with donuts, I can see where everyone thinks cops just sit around eating donuts. They must have met you". You growled. Turning around you heard a clap coming from the steps.

"That was funny". A tall handsome man came walking down the stairs. "I'm Kevin Attwater". He placed his hand out, you gladly shook it.

"Indiana Gomez". You replied with a smile.

"Is there anything I could help you with"?

"By any chance you know a Hank Voight or a Trudy Platt"?

"I happen to know both of them, Voight's my boss".

"You work for Hank"?

"Yeah, he's in charge of intelligence".

"Wow so super cops"? The question made you both laugh.

"Yeah, you can say that". He bit his lower lip and looked at you sweetly. Making you blush.

Looking at your watch you scorned your self. "Shit, I'm late for work".

"Oh". Kevin sounded a little down.

"Can you tell Trudy and Hank that I was here"? "Please".

"Yeah, sure no problem". "Um where can they find you"?

"I work at the coffee shop down the road beside the dry cleaners".

"The new one they just opened"?

"Yeah, it's called Java my beans". Kevin let out a loud laugh, making you giggle.

"That is a stupid name for a coffee shop".

"Yeah that's what I said when I applied there".

"And they still hired you"? "Huh".

"Yeah, well I have to go. It was nice meeting you Kevin". You say as you started to walk away. He waved goodbye with a smile.

"I can't believe she's back, I haven't seen her in years". Hank told Trudy as they walked into Java my beans.

"Do you see her"? Trudy asked as they both looked around the coffee shop.

"Let me go ask". Hank went to the register.

"Excuse me, does a Indiana Gomez work here"?

"Hank"? You turned around, surprised they showed up so fast.

"Indiana". Hank reached over the counter and hugged you tightly.

"Wow, you've grown". Trudy came up and hugged you next.

"Yeah, I ate my vegetables". You said which made you all laugh.

"You want to sit down"? Trudy asked.

"Sure". You followed them to a table.

"How's life"? Hank asked folding his hands putting them on the table.

"Its okay". You said pushing a piece of hair from your face.

"What's up"?

"Nothing, mom and I moved to a new apartment, I got fired from district dickville and I think I found my future husband". You smiled as you thought of Kevin.

"Fired? At what district?". Hank asked sternly.

"At district 32. They were all assholes and I told them how it was".

"You and your mouth are going to get you into trouble, young lady". Trudy chuckled as she shook her head.

"My partner wasn't watching my back and we got into a altercation. I kicked him in his small balls and gave him a bloody nose".

"Indiana". Hank warned you.

"You should have came to me".

"I handled it, and I'm not sorry. That's the real reason I got fired cause I wouldn't say sorry".

"So how long you been working here"?

"Since they opened, haven't been opened for very long".

"Well you give your two weeks notice, you're going to work at the station doing odd jobs for Trudy and I". Hank looked at Trudy and she agreed.

"I don't want any hand outs, Hank".

"Its not a hand out, I promised your father that I would watch out for you and so far I'm not doing a very god job at it". He let out a husky chuckle.

"Okay.

"Tomorrow you come by the station and meet the crew. You need to know who's who before you start".

"Yes Uncle Hank and Aunt Trudy". You sarcastically said.

"Smartass". The three of you laughed.

You arrived an hour early just so you'll be there when Hank got there to show him you were all business and this is what you wanted to do with your life. No joking around.

"Sergeant Voight". You greeted him.

"Indiana, call me Hank". He rolled his eyes.

"Yes sir". You said as you followed him up the stairs.

The crew was slowly coming in. You met Adam and you already knew Alvin. Kevin came in with a smile as he saw you. Then you met Jay and Hailey.

During the day they saw you and Kevin sneak looks at each other and the flirtation was so thick they could cut it with a knife.

"He's not seeing anyone". Jay whispered in your ear as you got coffee for Hank.

"I don't know what you're talking about, detective". You stirred the coffee with a smirk.

"He likes you too so go after it".

"You just met me and now you're trying to hook me up with your friend". "Really"?

"Well Voight talked about you the whole time when he came back and Kevin hasn't shut up since the day he met you". "All good things of course". Jay added as you looked at him oddly.

"I don't know. I just started here and don't want to get off on the wrong foot by dating a co-worker". You said shrugging your shoulders.

"I think you two would be perfect for each other".

"Thanks but we'll see". "So don't say anything to anyone". You warned Jay.

He locked his lips and threw away the key with a wink.

"Thanks". You oddly laughed at him, taking Hank his coffee.

Months have gone by and you were doing great at CPD, you were working full time as a police officer with Trudy. She found you a nice partner that she trusted and who you would get along with. During those months you and Kevin had started dating secretly until Hank found you two at Molly's singing, dancing and kissing on each other. The one time you bring your relationship out in public is the time he comes to Molly's. You both were shocked when he was cool with it, you were like a daughter to him and you thought he would kill him or depromote Kevin's position but he didn't. So you thought.

"Indiana Gomez". Hanks harsh voice called from up stairs as you were talking to Trudy.

"Coming". You looked at Trudy with a worried face.

"My office now". He opened the door for you and closed it behind you.

"Sir"?

"Sit". You took the seat as you bit on your lower lip.

"You've been working for us for awhile now, I see that you're a hard worker, you do your job. Keep your nose clean and out of trouble. You show sportsmanship and caring for others so that's why I'm promoting you to Detective Indiana Gomez CPD intelligence". Hank handed you a pair of handcuffs as a gift.

"Your dad would be proud of you". "I know he's watching over you and at this moment he's probably giving you a hell yeah". Hank chuckled.

Tear slipped down your cheeks. "Thank you so much Hank, you don't know what this means to me. I have wanted this since I was a kid and you've made it come true. Thank you". You went to hug Hank.

"You've earned it kid". Hank smiled as the others came in and congratulated you. Kevin gave you a quick peck on the lips as Hank didnt allow you to show too much affection in his presence.

Your dads dream was continuing with you and you hoped that you will keep making him proud in the future.

#hank voight #hank voight imagines #hank voight chicago pd #kevin attwater #kevin attwater imagine #kevin attwater x reader #happys-crazy-queen22

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angrylizardjacket · 6 years ago

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of comfort and joy {Ben Hardy}

Anons asked: can you write Ben as a dad / imagine staying up late to wrap presents for yours and Ben’s kids (the original prompts have been lost i’m sorry, but this goes out to you guys)

A/N: 1562 words. So this is my second attempt at this. I lost both the prompts but they weren’t super complicated, and this fills both very nicely.

Ben’s so careful as he slides the door shut to the kids’ bedroom, the hour just edging past eleven. He winces at the sound of the door latching closed, and he waits for a few moments, listening for the telltale sounds of laughter or the thump of little feet, but all was quiet on the other side of the door, and he let out a sigh of relief, coming to join you where you’d surrounded yourself with gifts that needed to be wrapped at the last minute.

“They’re asleep.” His voice was soft as he rested his head on your shoulder, sitting beside you on the floor with the sofa at your back, legs kicked out in front of him and resting on a stack of assorted labels and gift tags.

“My hero; how’d you manage that?” You asked wryly, concentrating on where you’re writing ‘To Abby, From Santa’ on a soft package that contained a Harry Potter robe and wand for your eldest daughter; Ben had been reading them the series as a bedtime story for the past few weeks, and Abby, who was always in awe of her dad, was adamant that she was a Slytherin, just like him.

“Bribery.” Ben yawned, looping one of his arms through yours, tucking himself closer to you. “The boys were okay, I mean, they’re too young to really know what’s going on, but I had to tell Abs that Santa would only write her a letter if she goes to bed on time.” And you laughed softly at that, putting the finishing touches on the label before putting the present onto the pile of wrapped gifts sitting neatly beside you.

“So how many chapters did you end up reading?” You asked, letting yourself relax for the moment, leaning against him, your head resting against his. The light from the Christmas tree showered the whole room in a warm, multi-coloured light, shining off of ornaments and the screen of the TV which was muted, playing an old black and white Christmas movie.

“Only two; we got up to the Death Day party and she was out.” He sounds so fond when he says it, warm and kind, and he yawns again, letting out a low hum of contentment. He relaxes further against you.

“Honey, there’s still so much wrapping to do, you can’t fall asleep yet.” You say, gently shaking him, and he groans, before he moves to actually turn his head and look at you.

“You’ve been working so hard to get all this ready, can we just relax for a little bit?” He asked, so wide and bright you can see the lights from the tree reflect off of them.

“Just for a bit.” You could never say no to him.

He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to him, and you rest your head on his shoulder, letting yourself relax in his arms. You turn up the volume on the TV enough to be able to hear the end of the movie, but not enough to wake the kids. The heater in the corner of the room has you feeling warm and blissful, even as you watch snow flutter down onto the town outside through the window behind the television. It’s hard to find in the holiday season, but you’re going to hold onto this moment of peace and love with everything you’ve got.

When the movie ends, Ben gently untangles himself from you, standing, stretched, and turning the TV off.

“I’m gonna make us some hot chocolate, give us a boost to wrap the last of these presents before we head to bed, okay?” He says, and you reach out, taking his hand and squeezing it in wordless thanks. When he squeezes your hand back, smiling fondly, you can feel your heart flutter like it did when you’d first started dating all those years ago.

“You’re so good to me.” You murmur over the lip of your mug, eyes falling closed as you bring the warm drink close to your chest, inhaling the aroma of chocolate that rose from it. Ben pets your knee softly, and when you open your eyes, he’s sitting across from you, legs crossed, one hand on your knee and the other holding his own mug. He’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that matters in the world, haloed by the tree, expression so full of unbridled love and affection it’s almost overwhelming.

“’cos I know how lucky I am to have you.” He says, and it’s moments like this that remind you why you married him in the first place. Gently, you take his hand and press a kiss to his knuckles.

By the light of the Christmas tree, the two of you go about wrapping presents for your friends and family. The majority, of course, are for your kids; wrapping them at the last minute was easier than worrying that they’d tear into them before Christmas, or try and sneak a peak. Abby, the oldest, almost seven and forever a daddy’s girl, loved anything Ben did, also Frozen; Micha was four and has never met a robot he didn’t want to marry, though he didn’t understand what the word meant when he announced it on a daily basis while holding hands with a transformer action figure; Roan had just turned two and liked the colour red.

“Do you think Abs is old enough for a present hunt?” Ben asks where he’s sorting stocking stuffers. Looking up, you’re confused, and he looks a little shocked, “you’ve never had a present hunt?” When you shook your head, his mouth split into a nostalgic grin. “We had them when I was a kid; you hide a series of clues around the house and the kids follow the clues to find a hidden present.” His laugh was fond, which turned to a thoughtful hum as he reminisced, “I rode my bike all around the neighbourhood one year, dad really went all out.”

“Maybe not around the neighbourhood.” You grinned, and his whole face lit up when he met your gaze. He’s up after that, so giddy he’s practically bouncing as he swans around the house with the sticky tape, writing and hiding clues as he went, ending up with Abby’s gift stashed in the back of the pots and pans cupboard next to the oven. When he comes back, he tapes one last clue to a bauble, hanging it at the back of the Christmas tree, proclaiming it to be the starting point. After that, he settles back in, filling the stockings that hung over the mantle, and helping you wrap the last of the presents.

When everything’s done, you feel the exhaustion settling into your bones, and you take a long moment to stretch. All the presents are wrapped, sitting neatly beneath the tree, and the heater’s been turned off, and all that’s left to do is put all the wrapping paper, tape, and labels that you’d commandeered for the occasion.

“You head on to bed, I’m just writing this letter for Abby.” He said, looking up from where he was leaning over a notebook, to see you waiting for him in the door. With a soft smile, you nod, and head to your bedroom, quickly getting changed into your pyjamas and sliding into bed. He follows not long after, but instead of getting changed, he sits onto the bed beside you, grinning and holding out a neatly wrapped box with your name on it.

“Merry Christmas, love.” He says gently, and you look from the box to where he’s smiling at you, nervous and excited. You’re lost for words, heart overwhelmed with love as you start to unwrap the present.

It’s a photo frame, silver, with metal vines decorating the outside, and space enough for two photos. The photo on the left is from when you first visited him on the set of X-Men Apocalypse, probably taken by a crew member. You’d never seen the photo before, but you know it’s the two of you; he’s got his arms around you, the two of you all but nose to nose and so blindingly happy. He’s in costume, wearing a leather jacket with his hair long, curled and teased, and you’re pushing a small strand behind his ear. The two of you are so wrapped up in each other, and he’s grinning at you like there’s literally nowhere in the world he’d rather be than in your arms.

The photo on the right is from your wedding day, in the same position as the other photo, his arm around you, you with a hand holding his cheek. It’s as if you’re not even aware of the photographer, blissful and elated and in love.

“This was so long ago.” Voice soft and awed, you look up from the wedding photo to see him looking at you with that exact same smile you remember so clearly from when the two photos were taken; the smile that made you feel like the only person in the world. “I love you, Ben.”

“I love you too; there’s no-one else I’d rather by my side to raise our family with.” He says, and you think you’re about to cry, so overwhelmed at the sincerity and sweetness that it’s all you can do to lean forward and kiss him.

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actual-disaster-bi · 6 years ago

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Another late post but thoughts for episode 4:

Seeing everyone burn the dead was so sad, Sansa putting the Stark symbol on Theon's body made me a little bit happy tho, at least he died a Stark. I also liked the fact that they aknowleged that Lyanna Mormont was important to Jon's story, without her he wouldnt have been king. Jon's speach sounded very kinglike but i still dont think he will get the crown. I am glad they had Arya burn Berric, she might have hated him at one point but he died for her. They done the pairing well for that bit i think.

Jon and Dany were so awkward during the entire feast but i do feel bad for her because she is so isolated from everyone.

I knew Gendry would be legitamised, i suspected that Dany would do it because of allienced so that didnt surprise me. I would like to know what he wouldve said to Arya if he found hed before that happened tho.

Brienne played the drinking game! Honestly i expected Tyrion to ask if she had feelings for Jaime, not if she was a virgin.. But they were so happy and the way they all look at Brienne is pretty much how the entire fandom look at her.

God i love Tormund, he is so funny with Jon and his heartbreak over Brienne killed me. The Hound maybe wasnt the best person to go to tho for a heartfelt talk.

The Hound and Sansas reunion wasnt what i expected, he really is a good guy even if he tries to act mean. I dont like how Sansa says shes thankful for the things that happened to her but i guess she did have a point.

Then there was that scene... Im not surprised she said no but technically she didnt say no to him, just to being a lady. Im so sure that there is still hope for them, he might give up his title for her because i cant see her giving in to being a lady.

Brienne and Jamie finnaly got together!!! They two are so awkward but i love them so much, this seems to be the season for badass women losing their virginity to men they love and i love it.

Gotta admit i was kinda happy when Jon wouldnt sleep with Dany, i really dont like them together. Dany is getting too power-hungry, i get that shes been working for years for this but all she cares about is that throne, there's more important things than that. She always seems to turn sour very quickly when it comes to now getting her way.

The meeting was tense as fuck, and also why doesnt no one listen to Sansa. She seems to be the only person who cares about the people, when Dany came she thought about food for the people and she thought about letting them recover. The fact that Dany is trying to rush them into another battle without time to recover shows how power hungry she is.

Stark family meeting™ was so important, Arya agreeing with Jon and saying they did need her but now is the time to stop following her blindly. Also Bran its not really his choice when you say that out loud, im glad he did tell them because i didnt want him to start keeping secrets from hjs family.

Jaime telling Tyrion about Brienne was unexpected, I never thought Jaime would be seeking his approval. Bronn is back! I partly expected him to join them because he was closer to the boys but that scene shows how scared and desperate he has got.

My favourite duo is back! Im just waiting for The Hound to talk her into going back with Gendry cos hes the only one who can talk sense into her. I missed the two of them travelling together but i also think this scene hinted at the Hounds death. I think he will get injured and Arya will mercy kill him this tims instead of leaving him for dead.

Poor regal trying to be good dragon showing he can still fly, that was pretty cute.

Sansa and Tyrion are having more scenes together and i love it. Im still unsure what will happen between these two but i love how they genuinely trust each other now.

Jon and Tormunds goodbye hurt me so did his and Sam but JON PET THE FUCKING DOG. HE NEARLY DIED FOR YOU AND YOU CANT EVEN GIVE HIM A HUG. FUCK YOU.

Tyrion and Varys talking about Jons real identity. At least theyve realise that Dany is becoming a bit mad. Also im not sure if Tyriom was foreshadowing the ending by saying about maybe Cersei wins and kills them all.

Also Dany didnt see an entire fleet? From the air? Really? Seems like a bit of a plothole... Even if i hate him Eurons plan was still a good one and he managed to kill my poor baby.

Cersei is back! I missed that evil bitch, at least shes using her head by stealing Missandei. I am still unsure about the pregnancy, if its Jaime's or Euron's but i think it will probably be Euron's

I honestly feel bad for Dany cos she is losing everyone she loves but she still is annoying me because she needs everything to go her way.

Tyrion is trying so hard to believe that Dany is good but even he is getting to the stage where he cant deny that she is getting like her dad. Varys is fighting for the people and i respect him for that, i still believe him and Sansa will play Dany.

I refuse to belive that Jaime meant what he said and that he wanted to leave Brienne. I think he did that so she wouldnt follow him, to keep her safe. He was saying all the things he's done for Cersei but not what he's done for Brienne. He's lost his hand, fought a bear and countless other things, for brienne. I hope she realises he was lying.

Tyrion is really trying to see the best in people who are lost causes, first Dany now Cersei. Trying to appeal to her good side would never have worked but the child thing was a good try, she does care for her children.

I still cant believe that Missandei basically said to Dany go ahead and burn everyone. I didnt expect that from her even if she was dying. This is Danys last straw now, she has lost everyone that was important to her and she already felt isolated earlier so now shes just gonna rage.

Im not sure how i feel about that episode as a whole, especially for my ships cos that episode wasnt kind to them. I am looking forward to the last two epiodes.

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lavellane · 5 years ago

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A-Z HEADCANONS // DUNCAN THEIRIN

i was tagged by @nordxz thanks so much tash !! i'm gonna answer this for duncan, my babey and the next gen son of alistair and ella cousland 😊😚😘

i snappped while answering these and accidentally wrote 6 pages and almost 4k words so uh. loooooong infodump ahead.

Alignment: What would be their D&D alignment? How might it come into play?

duncan very easily falls into the lawful neutral category, like i dont rly need to give his alignment too much thought unlike with some of my other ocs. duncan is.....hmm. hes a very KIND person, generous and selfless, and tries his best to make people happy, but i wouldn’t necessarily say he's good, considering a lot his issues lie with his inability to act, or stand up to others. he’s guilty of very blindly following the law, or other people's ideas of what's right, and he doesn't really feel confident enough to rely on his own conscience for most things. so i'd say while he tries to do the right thing and act within the law, sometimes he goes against his own values out of fear or confusion or, simply out of ignorance, since he was born into a life of privilege and can't always distinguish what's right and what’s believed ykno

Beverage: What do they most like to drink, and why?

duncan shares a weird trait with both his brother and sister where they all just inexplicably ?? don't like alcohol at all. so stuff like wine and liquors is off the table. he absolutely LOVES tea though. u know that one scene in scott pilgrim where the gal is going thru her list of like 72 teas? thats him 100%. it's his lifeblood at this point, he has SO much of it and a perk of being the heir to a monarchy means he's got a lot of foreign merchant acquaintances, so he tends to order in different blends from all over. he's a chronic insomniac, and he uses it as a crutch to get through the days some times. modern!duncan still loves tea but obviously has a stronger love for coffee, since its far more effective!

Co-Habitat: Do they live with anyone? What’s “need to know” before moving in?

duncan currently lives in the residential dorms of the college of enchanters, while he's sort of aimlessly studying a bunch of subjects he's already mostly adept at. firstly, duncan is VERY sick lol, he was conceived while ella and alistair still hadn't found the cure for the joining, and essentially he inherited both of their darkspawn taint so 🙂🙂🙂 thats always a good time. so anyone who lives with him needs to prepare for 1) him being sick obviously,, throwing up, coughing up blood, looking like a corpse virtually 23 hours of the day lol. and obviously the fear that one day he might actually die. but also 2) he suffers from grey warden nightmares for the same reasons, hence the insomnia. he can go a concerning number of days without sleeping and usually only takes strategic cat naps when he needs to, but obviously he has his limits. it's very rare that he goes a full night without waking up in a cold sweat due to nightmares so. we stan one depressed king ! oh he also is Incapable of locking the door to his apartment. he always forgets and hes too tired to care about people stealing his stuff fkdkdjdjd he would probably make more of an effort if he had someone living with him, but old habits die hard so !!!!!!

Decor: What kind of home do they keep? Are there any defining details?

honestly , duncan's house is very devoid of clutter or personal items in general, which is sad. he definitely would have a lot of decor if he could, but since his current housing is only temporary while he's in orlais, he doesn't really want to get... comfortable ykno. other than that, duncan's home is always kept impeccably neat and clean, for two reasons. firstly, growing up in denerim's palace really engrained into his head the importance of keeping up appearances, so its sort of a subconscious ritual of his at this point. but i think more importantly its because of all the nights when he cant sleep, so during the night with nothing to keep him from dwelling on his thoughts or nightmares, he really needs the distraction, and cleaning gives him something to do. duncan really needs to feel like he's doing something, like he's managing, like he's able to achieve something so cleaning is just one little way of taking ownership of his life.

Escape: What do they do to de-stress? How successful is it?

nsfw warning but uhhh..... he has a LOT of sex basically dkdkdksk u wouldn’t know it by looking at him tho ! bc hes very polite and nervous and kinda shy?? but hes also charming and obviously attractive so he doesnt really lack for interested parties. mainly he just sticks to one night stands, with no strings attached, and it helps him take his mind off things when hes exhausted or its late at night and hes afraid to go to sleep. otherwise he also has had some friends with benefits but usually his personal life is too complicated for a serious relationship. aside from that, he also reads a LOT, writes too – when he has the time/energy – and obviously cuddling sessions with his cat, moira dkdkdk

Fluff: What hits their soft spot? Does anything turn them into emotional goo?

so ik above i said that duncan doesnt do serious relationships but thats,, not through any will of his own. he LOVES love and is a complete hopeless romantic , but unfortunately for a number of reasons he's just very unlucky at love ! 😔 so having an emotional, intimate connection with someone that isnt just sex is super healing for him, since he's not used to it at all. being with nadaia is such a positive thing for him, just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated and that he's valued and wanted.

Grudge: How bad does an insult go over? Do they hold a grudge long?

i think it depends on who its directed at !! duncan usually ignores any insults directed at him because he's grown up being so scrutinized by the public and for the most part, fereldens are very weary of him so he hears A LOT. most of criticisms about him he just.. automatically accepts as fact and really buys into them, bc he has such low self esteem. but as for other people, and ESPECIALLY loved ones thats a very different story!! he's not exactly the type to start throwing punches if anyone says a bad word against someone he cares about, but he WILL personally see to it in his own sneaky way that they get whats coming to them dkdkkdjd usually he'll either find a way to expose their dirty laundry, embarrass them in public, prevent a promotion, something like that lol. this goes double if the insult is directed at nadaia or his family.

Hobby: What’s something they do for fun that might be surprising?

ive already mentioned that he's an avid reader and he likes to write occasionally, but he's also a talented musician! He can play harp and lute, and has a beautiful singing voice ! tho he never EVER sings in public and u have to be like,, a ride or die for him to even consider singing in front of u.

Insomnia: What’s their sleeping schedule like? Snorer? Sound sleeper?

well like i said he's an insomniac so sleep rly is a vague, barely recognised concept to him at the point dksksksk he also experiences sleep paralysis during especially bad nightmares, honestly he rly hit the misery jackpot and i feel so bad like hes indisputably my most tormented oc 🙃🙃🙃 so yea hehe doesnt really thrash around during nightmares but he sweats A LOT and sometimes talks in his sleep. during sleep paraylsis obviouslyy he goes COMPLETELY rigid and still which is terrifying for everyone involved lol. on the rare occasion that he is able to sleep he is out like a light lol he would sleep for 17 hours if he could. in saying that because he is also a Strategic Napper he is usually comfortable falling asleep ANYWHERE, because hes so tired comfort really isnt a concern lol.

Jaded: Do they buy into the “happily ever after” ideal? What’s their standard?

no he doesn't unfortunately 😔 or at least i should say he doesn't believe in it for himself - he's pretty convinced that he won't live til 30 and he's existing on borrowed time as it is, so he hasn't really put a lot of thought into his own happiness or the pursuit of his own goals because he doesn't believe he'll be around to see them realized

Kin: What’s their role among their relations? Do they consider others family?

duncan is the firstborn son of king!alistair and ella cousland, my canon warden. he's also the eldest brother to roslyn and bryce theirin. he's also, obviously , the half brother of keiran, tho none of the theirin kids are aware of that oof. his role, officially, is to become king when his parents eventually pass. its NOT something he wants, due to being so sick and unsure of himself. despite what his parents tell him, he doesnt believe he will make a good king and is really terrified of the notion in general, i guess a little like alistair was in dao. duncan kinda,,, avoids his duties, to the point where he literally LEAVES to live and study in orlais. he still does what he needs to do, keeps in correspondence with people he needs to, but its all bare minimum stuff because hes just. so afraid of it lol. he has a mostly good relationship with his family, despite that – theres some resentment between him and his sister, rose, but thats a whole entire story we dont have time for dkdkskdk

Law: What do they think about abiding rules? Are they selective about it?

like i said before he's pretty adherent to the rules and laws of society tho i do see that as more of a flaw than anything. he doesnt really feel comfortable stepping outside the norm and tends to accept that other people know best ! even if he disagrees he's usually too unsure of himself to speak up. that does change quite a bit once he and nadaia grow closer, since SHE is big on bending ridiculous or unjust rules, but he's always gonna be a bit of a follower i think 😒

Magic: In a magic series or not, are they accepting, or is each instance a shock?

he's accepting!! he's a mage so it would be wild of him if he didnt lmao. during his childhood/adolesence he was kinda harsh on himself and had a lot of internalized guilt for being a mage, bc this was obviously still fresh after the mage rebellions. he resented his own abilities and just wanted to be normal, but that was also him projecting a lot of his other problems as well. he had amazing teachers who helped him come to terms with his abilities, and the best of all was my inquisitor, ashara, who is kind of like a very distant, scary aunt who always had a soft spot for him. she helped him – and alistair and ella – RIGHT after they discovered he was a mage, and she was really the biggest role model in his life when it came to magic. duncan has always looked up to her skill and control and confidence, and tried very hard to match that.

Network: Are they connected to the people? How much do they reach out to others?

duncan has an ARMY of acquaintances and connections due to his family, but doesn't really have a lot of people he considers his close friends. he's super friendly and he gets along with most people, but like ive said before serious relationships including friendships are always a bit complicated for him bc of who he is as a person lol. as for reaching out, he's a very independent, introverted person and so he tends not to seek out other people unless he's close to them or has no other choice. he's very self conscious about being a burden on people or being to “needy" so he holds himself back and sometimes comes across as a little cold.

Offspring: What kind of parent would they be? Would they prefer one, or multiple?

he.... probably can't physically have kids unfortunately due to his condition, and as a result he's never really wanted to think too much about it, or imagine a scenario that he believes he cant have. but if it WERE a possibility, or if he felt stable in his own life enough to adopt, he'd probably be comfortable with just one child to completely spoil. he would be such a good father, albiet maybe not the coolest dad ddkdkdks i think nadaia would be the one who got up to the crazy shenanigans and let her child get away with everything, and duncan would be more of the nurturing, responsible one. he'd be a MASTER at telling bedtime stories, would kick ass at homework assistance, and would sing his kid to sleep every single night (until they got too old for it obviously). ooooo im so IMMENSELY emo abt this au now that i think about it

Pistol: Is this character skilled with a weapon? What’s their opinion of violence?

duncan is a very non-violent person, but he does believe that sometimes violence is necessary and will BE violent if he needs to – only in self defence scenarios though. he's an adept mage, and very skilled with a staff, but he isn't a fighter, really – more of a defensive, protective figure.

Question: How often do they feel doubt? What topics are they defensive about?

oh the doubt is constant with him 🙃🙃 he has a lot of deep routed dread about his own morality and whether or not he's a good person or if the maker will accept him when he dies. he's andrastian but TERRIFIED of the notion that its all actually real, bc then he doesnt know where that leaves him. he has this weird existential dichotomy where he doesnt know if hes closer resembling a grey warden or a darkspawn bc of his tainted blood. he also doubts his abilities and his magic bc he's afraid that the taint just,, makes him inherently a corrupted thing. he doubts himself on a more basic level with like, being a good brother, a good son, a good king when the time comes. he wants to be a good student and partner but sometimes his health makes him feel like he cant, and it weighs on him so heavily, almost all the time. basically he needs a hug so badly its not funny 😔😔😔

Reminder: How are they at remembering daily needs? What falls through the cracks?

uhh its very selective !!! for the most part he's very good at taking care of himself, mostly because he NEEDS to otherwise his health gets out of control, but sometimes he tends to prioritize one set of needs above another,, which usually means not sleeping (the most common), forgetting to eat, not letting his loved ones know when he's having a poor health day which usually results in him getting really sick and nobody is around to help him. he also forgets to do certain things like lock up his house, buy foodstuffs, reply to peoples letters n stuff like that.

Sing: Do they like music? Do they listen often/sing/hum/play songs in their head?

yes and yes !! duncan loves music altho its a very personal and private thing for him. he's pretty naturally gifted with music and gets it from ella, who taught him a lot of what he knows. he has a gorgeous singing voice (i kinda hc something similar to dan smith’s vocals from bastille!) that he rarely uses bc he only ever sings when he's alone or if he's forced to by a nosy loved one or something lol

Touch: How do they handle contact? Is their personal bubble big?

duncan doesn't mind being touched !!! in fact in most situations he welcomes it, as long as its like,,, appropriate and not some random stranger obviously. he grew up with ella and alistair who obviously are VERY affectionate people so he loves giving and receiving hugs from friends and he doesnt flinch or feel weird about just? random natural touches or anything. his ~love language~ is also physical touch so he LIVES for cuddling with nadaia and holding hands and anything like that. however !!! his little sister rose HATES being touched by virtually anybody and in any capacity, so he's very aware that not everybody is okay with touch, and is always careful and considerate of other peoples boundaries. he usually waits for the other person to make the first move, or simply asks them first !

Upcoming: How much do they think of the future? Do they make long-term plans?

he doesn't at all 😔 i mentioned this before but he doesn't see himself living very long, and its really impacted his outlook on life. he is afraid to commit to a lot of things, even if its something he really, truly wants, because he doesn't want to get his hopes up for things. it also keeps him from forging positive relationships. a lot of it has to do with him just being overly polite, but he refuses to make the first move with anything, or communicate what HE wants out of something. for example, his relationship with nadaia could have progressed so much faster if he had just,,, told her what he wanted. she had to make a lot of the first moves in the relationship because he just,, doesnt know how to take chances i guess !!! we love a Deeply Flawed king

Vice: What bad habits do they have? Is there something they would be ashamed of?

Some harmless ones are ; him talking to his cat constantly dkdskd also he has very poor time management skills so he's almost always a few minutes late, forgetting to lock his stuff up, and slouching, probably !!! some more serious ones would be like,, having sex with strangers as a coping mechanism lol, not speaking his mind and instead just letting himself be a doormat, also INTENSE avoidance of his problems (moving away to orlais for 9 years to avoid his fear of being king for example 🙃) tho i guess they fall under the same category oof.

Wardrobe: What’s their fashion style? Do they have any staple pieces?

duncan dresses nice, for the most part !!! again, it's mostly to do with growing up in court and having to keep up appearances, but also hes just. a nice bisexual boy who wants to take care of himself ykno, and that includes hygiene/clothing/grooming etc ! he's maybe a bit TOO reserved tho, he mostly wears dark colours like blacks, greys and brows, but hes been known to wears reds/blues/whites as well, and there’s a lot of subtle yet beautiful details on his more formal attire that might go unnoticed by a casual eye. a lot of his clothes are specifically tailored but he's also fond of big oversized sweaters for when hes just hanging out ! he's got a not great relationship with his body lol so he usually dresses very conservatively, with long sleeves and pants and usually more than one layer, but hes also a thot so !!! pants be TIGHT dksksksks

X-Ray: How’s their health? Any problem areas? Do they take care of themselves?

Djdjdksksndjddjkekdidksjs OKAY WELL if u have read this far than obviously u kno the answer to this question. if ur just skimming tho first of all ur valid ! second of all duncan is VERY sick. he was conceived when ella and alistair where still searching for the joining cur, so basically he inherited the darkspawn taint x 2 and nearly died a bunch of times as a baby/young child. obviously idk how the cure storyline is gonna resolve but my hc is that bc the darkspawn taint is something he was BORN with, not just something that happened to him via ritual, his body is much more impacted by it so even if they are able to find a cure, it wouldnt work THAT well and his health would still suffer bc of the prolonged damage. so physically, he deals with a LOT – intense migraines, insomnia, nausea, fatigue, problems with breathing and fevers and stuff. obviously mentally hes.... not doing great either, tho he’s trying his best. sometimes his insomnia gets so bad he starts hallucinating visions from his darkspawn nightmares, and sometimes he just feel paranoid in general that he's actually an Evil Darkspawn and hes just somehow managed to convince everyone hes a normal person – sort of a weird blend of imposter syndrome and body dysmorphia its. complicated. anyway he has very low self esteem and tends to think hes a huge inconvenience to everybody, and when he was a teenager he went thru a period where he was very suicidal, and ANGRY and afraid 😔 he’s doing better though, now that he has learnt how to manage most of his symptoms and he's not suffering in denerim court. nadaia is also a huge help, though he tries not to become too heavily reliant on her, since he's had bad experiences with depending too much on other people.

Yack: What’s their favorite thing to talk about? What do they go on about?

skskdkdk im already crying hehe 🙂 duncan is so introverted and self conscious of being “Too Much" for other people so he tends to keep his thoughts/interests to himself and stick w just. boring small tall or non invasive questions relating to the other person. BUT if u show an interest and he trusts u then oh boy. hes an absolute dork. he loves talking about magic and having really intense conversations abt the technical sides of it (he and dorian would get along SO well) but he also loves history !!!! before he began studying at the college of enchanters he received multiple ??? qualifications?? (idk if thats the right term but u kno) from the university of orlais, one of them being orlesian and ferelden history. also anything to do with the grey wardens, the blights and darkspawn for personal reasons obviously. He's a VERY good storyteller so he somehow finds a way to make even the dryest topics seem very compelling and Cool – varric would be proud !! he finds the orlesian Great Game fascinating, and he enjoys sharing wild anecdotes about the things he's seen asshole nobles get up to. thats always thrilling skdksksk ALSO. He has a secret interest in necromancy and the mortalitasi (its only a secret bc hes the heir and that wouldnt look ... great lol ) but he only ever really talks about that with nadaia, who finds that stuff almost as interesting as he does. also, finally, he loves talking about nadaia 😊😊😊😊 hes the type of guy who will always namedrop “my girlfriend" into any conversation, loves telling people about her accomplishments and how Cool she is ..... he loves her a Lot is what im getting at sksksks

Zodiac: What’s their astro sign? Does it fit? What would you pick, if it’s unknown?

duncan is a pisces babey like his mother !!! tho he could also be a virgo but,,, i think for now pisces works better for him. he's very smart and introspective and creative, but he has some issues with critical thoughts, avoidance and melancholy like ive mentioned. also pisces is a water element so i guess that makes even more sense, since hes an ice mage 👌👌👌

okay !!! im done !!! i cant believe i wrote all that but i guess if u didnt know abt duncan before, u absolutely do now dksksks im so sorry to anyone who actually read thru all of this, u really are braver than the troops

#/ long post #god im so sorry idk how read mores work on mobile so im just go... leave this and go #anyway consider this a crash course on my Favourite Boy #i love him so much i rly just... start writing abt him and physically cant stop #tagging literally anybody who sees this as thinks its neat btw. just pretend i put @urnamehere and go for it !#oc: duncan

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bad-hair-day-headcanons · 6 years ago

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Hey there! Poly Xig-dem asker, I was wonderin if you could do somethin with them, maybe a reaction to the Reserve S/O fading? Maybe add a bit of epilogue angst on Xig's side?

WARNING: Angst, major character death, lots of sadness and you may cry.

Notes: So I am really glad that you requested this because I had so much fun writing that last set. I also am really glad that you requested angst because if there is one thing that I am good at, it’s angst and sadness and making people go ‘why did I read this!’ basically I’m really excited to write this and I hope that it meets your standards. As I wrote this set I kind of wanted them to fade like their heartless had already been killed and they were going to be made whole again so I basically made this like a semi-happy ending if you want to think about it that way?

Being a part of the Organization means that death is always around the corner and being a reserve member is no exception. To be honest, you had been expecting this day to come in the back of your mind since day one. Ever since Sora started to tear apart the members of the castle and knock you off one by one, you were prepared to be called upon.

To say you weren’t ready would be an understatement. You had been telling yourself that it would happen and although Demyx, Xigbar and you didn’t want to bring it up, it was something that you had occasionally mentioned, telling them that if your time did come that you wanted them to know that this was the best time you could have possibly had.

Xigbar would often brush you off saying that he would do everything in his power to make sure that neither of you got put into any seriously dangerous situations, but he too knew that he really couldn’t do anything.

Demyx would try to be strong for the both of you but would end up crying and then getting mad at himself for it while you and Xigbar just did your best to reassure him that you still had time.

But you didn’t. All remaining members had been called to a meeting one day in the Room Where Nothing Gathers and you had known from the look in Xigbar’s eye. He often knew things before the superior announced them and it didn’t help that you had a very sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach.

After you had been given your assignment, you retired to your room, wanting some peace and quiet. Needless to say, you didn’t get any.

Demyx was the first to arrive. He burst through your door, tears rimming his eyes and his face red. He tackled you to the bed, crying into your chest as you sat there stunned. You knew it was going to happen, you had tried so hard to prepare yourself, but you still weren’t ready. How could anyone be ready for a fucking suicide mission?

A very tearful hour later, Xigbar came knocking on your door. You almost didn’t invite him in, he could have told you, he was supposed to protect you. He promised to stop them, you thought callously, but you reminded you had to remind yourself that in the end he really had no say. Reluctantly you invited him in and told him to join the two of you on the bed.

The three of you just held each other in a tearful silence, you even let yourself go a few times, thinking about the emptiness that would be in your heart without your partners. The tears eventually subsided and led all of you into a deep, albeit restless slumber.

The next day you departed for your mission. You were to take out someone guarded by the warriors, you did your best to pack as many health potions and other supplies to try and keep you alive as possible. It’s not that you were weak by any means, it’s just that this was a serious battle and if anything were to go wrong you were- well fucked.

You arrived in the world as prepared as you could be, your breathing may have been shaky, but you made up for it with your will to see another day.

Finding the person you were to take out wasn’t difficult, you spotted them and quickly attacked from behind their group. Throwing a barrage of attacks you tried your best to get in and then get out, wanting to complete your task and see your lovers.

That’s when Sora and Co. started to really bear down. You were almost out of health potions and down to your last leg when you saw a portal open out of the corner of your eye, distracted you didn’t notice Sora fire a spell in your direction.

The spell landed directly on your chest and all at once you felt overwhelming emotions. You were so angry, so happy, so… sad. You couldn’t understand why all of this was coming to you all of a sudden.

You slowly fell to your knees, seeing Xigbar run in from the outskirts of where you had been fighting, he pushed past your killers and rushed to your side. It wasn’t worth fighting them right now, they would get what was coming to them later, for now, for now, he wanted to tell you that it was going to be okay.

“Xigbar?”

You began to feel the end nearing, seeing him was a comfort, but at the same time, you didn’t want to go just yet.

“I’m so sorry, I’m too late…”

It was silent for a while, the only sound was that of your short and shallow gasps, you clung on to the front of his cloak, urging yourself to tell him what you always wanted to, but never felt that you could.

“Xiggy…”

“No. No, you’re gonna be fine, we’re gonna be okay! You’re gonna come back and see Demyx and we’re all gonna laugh about this later… right?”

You had never seen him like this, usually playful and cocky, making jokes and taking pleasure from other’s pain. Not now, now he was angry, he was distraught. He was scared.

“Xiggy, no… I can’t… but…”

You were fading fast and if you didn’t tell him now, you were scared that you might not get another chance.

“I love you. I realize it now, that this feeling… this ache that you’re remembering right here-” you put a hand over where his heart should be. “That’s love, I love you, and I love Demyx, and I wouldn’t give up the time I spent with you both for anything. I would do this all over again, exactly the same, if it meant that I could always love you the same.”

“I-” It was too late. You had said what you needed to say, you held on just long enough to tell him all of it. Xigbar’s arms dropped to his lap, his tears falling to the ground as he screamed into the sky.

The next few moments were a flurry of angry rage and motion. Xigbar stood and began taking his anger out on the nearest target- the people that killed you.

“WHY?” He screamed, shooting at them, “WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HIM FROM ME?”

Sora was scared, to say the least, a normally calm and laid-back Xigbar, who made jokes during their other battles, was screaming over a nobody. Nobodies weren’t supposed to feel, so why was this happening?

Eventually, the battle wore down and Sora left.

However, Xigbar remained, he sat in a corner, staring emptily at the spot where you died. How was he going to go on? How was his world going to go on? And worst of all, how was he going to tell Demyx?

It took him a good few hours before he got up, all out of tears and vaguely thinking of a plan.

He called a portal to the castle, he didn’t plan on giving a report just yet, he wanted Demyx to be the first to know.

Demyx was in his room, fiddling with his Sitar and trying to distract himself really, it was obvious he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing as he quickly noticed Xigbar enter the room and jumped up.

“I-is he okay?”

Xigbar stared at the floor, he couldn’t bear to look Demyx in the eye. “I’m sorry Demyx…”

All at once the ugly crying started, Demyx collapsed on his bed, crying, screaming that it couldn’t be real.

“I’m sorry, I tried to stop it, but I was too late.”

That’s when things got worse.

“YOU COULDN’T STOP IT? WHAT ABOUT IT COULDN’T YOU STOP? THE FACT THAT THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARED ABOUT US DIED OR THE FACT THAT HE COULD HAVE BEEN KEPT FROM GOING TO DO THAT MISSION BUT YOU DIDN’T STOP IT?”

Immediately Demyx regretted every word he had just said.

“I got there as soon as I could. I did my best to tell the superior to let me handle the mission but he thought that he was ready. I want him back just as much as you do so don’t you dare go pointing the blame when I had to hold his dying fucking body in my arms and I didnt even get to tell him that I love him back!”

Xigbar’s voice was stern and his jaw was set, he didn’t need this shit, he already wanted it to be him as it was.

He turned to leave when Demyx spoke up.

“Wait… Back? You-you mean…”

“He said it at the end, that he loved us. He was holding on just so he could say it and I watched him die…”

Demyx put a hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, it wasn’t your fault.”

Xigbar put his hand on top of Demyx’s, “I know, but it sure as hell feels like it. I was there, and all I could do was tell him that it was going to be okay and that we were gonna laugh about it later.”

The two of them stood in silence. They didn’t know how to feel, they didn’t even know if they were going to be okay, all that mattered right then and right there was that they loved you and they made sure that they never forgot to tell the people they love, how they felt.

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tumblunni · 6 years ago

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Hmm i think i may have possibly settled on an idea for how to rewrite Kin and Gin to be more complex and potentially redeemable.

Gonna focus on The Big Family Love, because these siblibgs caring about each other so much its literally their battle power is already their best and only slightly sympathetic trait

So i was thinking about the whole 'hey here's another third sibling in the third version of the game' thing and had a BIG BRAINWAVE

What if kin and gin want to turn back time to fix a mistake in their past? And all the evil they do with manipulating other people's pasts is something that they regret having to do buy see as a necessary evil in order to achieve their goal.

Their goal? Bronzlow.

Why did he not appear in the original version of the game and wasnt even mentioned? Because he was DEAD.

Kin and Gin's goal in life is to save their baby brother who died when they were children. Maybe his 'funny' clumsiness and struggle to keep up with his sisters was very much not funny in this original timeline. One day the twins were teasing him over something or other, he messed up yet again and got their kite caught in a tree or something. And they were supoosed to be responsible when looking after the lil guy, but on that day they just happened to be a little short tempered with him and made the stupid decision to yell at him to get the kite back even though they knew he wasnt good at climbing. It was just a stupid mistake of some kids who were probably too young to be put in charge of babysitting their brother. He just.. Fell. Everything was over so fast. And it felt like time had forever stopped at that moment.

So they spent their whole lives trying to find a way to bring him back to life, even doing forbidden magic to become yokai and gain the power they needed to bend time. And they grew old and cynical and slowly lost their grip on morality, because the guilt just kept hauntinh them and the closer they got to making their dream come true the more they became tempted to let go of morals and hurt people in the desperation to finally achieve it...

And then this would be a good excuse for me to lets play one of the original versions of the game and then also the third one. And it could be interesting to set it up like this story with my oc is actually left hanging on the first playthrough and only fully completes after the third game. Like its all in the same continuity as if Mallory really did experience both games! Kin and gin's time travel messing up the future could be a good excuse to show all the different versions as alternate universe type things! And have it so that at some point Bronzlow just suddenly appears without explanation and everyone acts like he was always there. Which would lead to the reveal of the whole backstory and like.. Bronzlow is here now and looks like how he would if he'd lived a full long life, because their plan is almost complete. Theyre always sassing him and he's all funny comic relief but really all alpng he mattered more to them than anyone else and theyre so happy to see him again. And getting to see him again has made them so desperate to make it real that they'd even collapse time and space itself just to not have to let go of him again! Like what if some of his 'funny clumsy moments' are actually like.. Signs that he's not completely saved and the paradox is trying to correct itself? Like he doesnt remember that he died but his sisters do, he's just like 'wow i felt kinda dizzy there for a moment, im sorry' and 'huh i seem really forgetful lately' and he doesnt notice himself flickering in and out of existance and just DAMMIT IM GETTING REALLY EMOTIONAL ALREADY

And in the end of course kin and gin would have to face the fact that bronzlow wouldbt want them to bring him back if it meant other people had to get hurt. Thats why they tried to hide the truth from him, they knew he would sacrifice himself to fix the timeline and save everyone. And it could be super depressing with him joining you to fight his sisters even when he knows it'll kill him, and then the last moment of the fight is the time machine thing being broken and then a vision of the siblings as kids standing beneath that same tree, and the twins begging bronzlow to let them just stop time here and stay with him, if they cant save him then they want to die together... But there's no timeline where he'd ever say yes to that...

So umm yeah, the redemption fot these two would be finally accepting their grief instead of running from it, and you hug them and let them know that they have a second chance at a happy life. He never blamed them, they didnt have to destroy their own chance at happiness for his sake. He'd want them to go out and enjoy life, every time theyre smiling he'll be smiling with them...

I dunno i just think itd be a good way to make people care more about an underrated character. Cos from what ive heard about bronzlow he apparantly barely even talks, and really is just 'we added another one in the third version' with no more complexity than that. Kin and Gin already arent very popular so its understandable that their lil bro would be even more ignored, so this is an idea for how to make his low plot role a big plot role yet alsp at the same time get meta with thw low plot role itself being the big emotional tragedy...

Also i dunno if i'd actually find some way to bring him back eventually? Like as a reward for them at the end of their redemptive arc, maybe have them return in yw3 and help the heroes there and then after a loooong long journey they find another non-evil way to bring him back in the postgame. I dunno if itd dampen the emotional arc to bring him back tho? I feel like the importabt part os just that they learn not to hurt other people tp try and save their brother, as long as they actually finally give up and stop their evil plan it could still show the same amount of character growth if he does come back. Like it wouldbt be a moral-ruining 'yeah their evil plan actualky worked' kind of thing, just some different miracle happened, possibly directly caused BY them making the right choice? Like by confiding in others and not doing it all alone they finally manage to find the answer. But maybe have it happen some time after the endibg so the sadness still has enough time to breathe and it feels even happier when it eventually happens.

Also gives me an excuse to play out the credits sequence but with bronzlow vanishing out of that happy pic of them together. (Thanks to my friend who showed me that!)

#bunni plays yokai watch #kin and gin #bronzlow #there is literally only one post in the tags for any of them and it makes me sad #theyre such fabulous gremps they deserve a more complex plot and a love and hugs!!!

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totally-tae · 6 years ago

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The Regular

Character: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff, coffee shop!au, slight angst?

Word count: 5k

You’re working in a coffee shop and Namjoon visits frequently.

„Christie, I’m taking my break!“ I announce to my co-worker and start taking of my working apron.

“Alright, see you in a bit!” She replies while fixing another customer their coffee.

Almost naturally my gaze drifts over to a particular corner in our little shop. As usual one of our regulars is sitting over there reading hi….wait a minute! Was he just looking at me?

I stop and continue to fold my apron.

No that can’t be. I must be seeing things.

I make my way over to the staff room, but my gaze still lingers on him. Now he’s reading one of his books again and I can’t help but notice that he looks exhausted. Mostly he’s wearing casual, but still sort of trendy clothes. Today, he’s wearing a simple gray hoodie with unruly hair and jogging pants. It still looks hot though, maybe even more than usual. And no that didn’t mean I tend to look at him more than I should.

I sigh and finally manage to look where I’m actually going.

Whenever he is here, he’s reading, writing or doing something on his laptop. Ever since I noticed him (which had basically been the day I started working here), I told myself I would chat him up someday.

Well, guess who still didn’t gather the courage to do so.

The staff room door falls shut behind me and I lean against it, sighing. I’ve been working here for half a year, what was so hard to start a conversation with someone? Especially someone who is always reading a book you could start a conversation about? Right, being afraid of getting rejected.

He probably wouldn’t want to talk to me anyway. I mean he’s the most charming person ever when he orders his Iced Americano, but he obviously got stuff to do, so I would only bother him.

Having these thoughts, I spent my break eating lunch and checking my social media. When I come back to the counter, I glance at the corner again, but he is gone.

The next few weeks continue as usual, although I notice that our regular is not visiting as often as he used to. And every time he actually shows up, his orders of coffee and the dark circles under his eyes increase.

Today is one of these days and although he is a stranger, I can’t help but feel worried. Just a minute ago he ordered his third coffee, extra strong.

I chew on my lip as I prepare his order. Maybe I should ask him if he’s alright? After I finish making his coffee I take a look at the clock and walk over to Christie who is working with me again today. The shop is rather empty now, so I lean closer to her.

“Hey do you mind if I take my break right now?” I ask her in a muted voice.

She instantly turns and looks at me with huge, twinkling eyes.

“Are you going to talk to him?!” She exclaimed a little too loud for my taste.

“Shhhh!!” I put my hand over her mouth hastily and look around the shop. Phew, it seems like he didn’t hear it.

“I guess?” I shrug as I take my hand from her mouth, while giving her a warning look. “I mean he doesn’t look like he is doing very well, so I thought I’d at least ask him how he’s doing…”

“And you think he’d tell you?” She retorted and I rolled my eyes at her.

“No. But it’s the intention that counts!”

“Not when you want to get into his pants.” She smirked and I swatted at her arm.

“I don’t want to get into his pants!” I denied maybe a little too quickly. I felt heat rising to my cheeks and turned around, heading his way.

“Anyway if you need me, you know where you can find me.” I stated, making my way over to his table.

My feet slowed down as I neared his table. How should I start this conversation? I can’t just show up and ask him if he is stressed out or something. My eyes focused on the book he was holding in his hand.

“The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas?” I read out loud and he lowered his book to look at me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, right. You know the book?” He asked me and I shook my head.

“No, only read the title out loud.” I admitted and felt the blush creeping up again.

I set his coffee down on the table and sat down on the seat on the opposite side of the table.

“So what is it about?”

“It’s just a short story. There is this town Omelas and everyone living there is happy and living a good life without anything bad happening to them, but then you find out the dark secret of the town’s happiness. There is a child trapped in small, dirty room living in constant fear and pain which somehow is what makes it possible for the rest of townspeople to live their happy, careless lifes.” He explains to me and I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“That’s heavy.” I frown and he nods, grabbing his coffee and taking a sip.

“It is, but sadly, not so far off from reality.” He says while looking out the window.

“I guess not your favourite book?”

“No, it’s a very good book, but it manages to drag you down a little.”

“Yeah, it does.”

A short moment of silence followed my sentence in which both of us seemed to think about what to say next. Still not daring to address the concerns I had about his wellbeing I spoke up again.

“So, you’re here pretty often? No Wi-Fi at home?” I joked and he chuckled.

“You’re not far off.” He joined my banter while leaning forward. “But no, I just find it easier to concentrate here.”

“Are you sure? With that amount of coffee you’ve been drinking lately, I kind of doubt it.” I managed to change the topic and he sighed.

“What are you, a psychic?” He sighed, nipping at his coffee again. “Just a little more work than usual, nothing special.”

I nodded and started to get up.

“You always seemed to unwind here...and I kind of want this to be your relax zone, so hit me up if you need anything.” I smiled, not sure what I was saying myself. Then I turned around and made my way back to the counter where I sat down the tray I had used to bring him his coffee. After that I rushed back to the staff room to spend the rest of my break hiding from customers, especially one.

After that encounter with our regular I thought about quitting my job and never returning to the shop, but before I could seriously consider doing that, he stopped showing up.

Maybe I really went too far by telling him I want this place to be his relax zone. I mean who says stuff like that?

I groaned and felt like hitting my head against a wall. No, I was not working today, but I was in a book shop, definitely a place where bumping your head against a wall would be inappropriate as well.

When our regular stopped visiting our café I had bought myself a copy of “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” and he was right, it was an amazing short story. So now I was standing in front of a bunch of Murakami books and couldn’t decide which one I should buy. I only knew that he read something by Murakami once and since he seemed to have great taste in books, I figured I should give the author a shot as well.

“Hey!” I suddenly hear from my right and turn to see our missing customer standing in front me.

“Oh, hey!” I greet him and close the book I was skimming through. “Long time no see.”

Wait, he’s talking to me? So he wasn’t avoiding the shop because of what I said?

“Yeah, life’s been busy, so I had no time to stop by at the shop.” He explains with a guilty smile and I nod.

“That’s good!” I babbled before I could stop myself. “Uhm, you know that nothing bad happened.” I clarified and he chuckled.

“You were worried?” He questioned me in a more serious tone, the smile fading from his face and a frown appearing.

“Kind of. You didn’t look too well the last few times you were at the shop and since you used to come so often it kind of feels like we know each other, you know?” I told him with a more serious look on my face now, too.

“My name is Y/N by the way.” I added quickly when it dawned on me that we never formally introduced ourselves and extended my hand.

“Right, my name is Namjoon.” He replied and shook my hand. Maybe we shook them a little too long and when we realized we both let go awkwardly.

“So uhm…” Namjoon started and looked around the shop. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for a book.” I shrugged and held the one I was holding up. “I thought about getting one from Murakami, but I’m not sure which one.”

Namjoon only nodded when he heard that and took a look at the various books placed in front of us.

“Have you read some of his books already?” He asked and I shook my head.

“Then it’s easy.” He continued and extended his right arm to grab a book from the top shelf. The title read “Almost Transparent Blue”.

“This one is amazing. I read it a while back, but it’s one of my favourites. I’d recommend it to everyone I know.” He elaborated and handed it to me.

“Sex, drugs and rock ‘n roll?” I questioned him and raised a quizzical eyebrow after reading the short description on the back.

He raised his arms in defense.

“You don’t have to buy it, it’s only a recommendation.”

“I guess I’ll give it a shot.” I shrugged and a satisfied grin appeared on his face.

“Good choice.”

We made our way over to the cash point and I paid for the book. Only now I noticed that Namjoon also held a book in his hand, but I couldn’t read the title.

After we finished paying, we exited the shop.

“What are you doing now?” He asked me and I looked at him in surprise. I totally didn’t expect him to ask me that.

“I don’t really have any plans to be honest. What about you?”

“I should get back to work, but I could spare some time for a coffee if you’d like? My treat.”

“Sure! If you really can that is. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.”

“No that’s fine. My job is pretty much like a freelancer at the moment, so don’t worry about it. It’s quite the opposite.” Hearing that made me feel more at ease about it, so we walked over to the nearest coffee shop we could find.

“Let me guess, you’re taking an iced Americano?” Of course I was right, he always orders one in our shop. “Then I’ll take one, too.”

We wait for our drinks and sit down at a cozy little table in the upper floor of the shop. We spent quite some time talking about whatever comes to our minds. Our favourite books, movies, music (a topic he seemed especially passionate about), hobbies and family.

Surprisingly there wasn’t even one moment of awkward silence. When the sun started setting we exited the shop and came to a stop outside the door.

“Wow, it’s getting dark already!” I exclaimed at the rosy view in front of us.

“Shit, you’re right! I’ll better get back to work now.” Namjoon said while scratching his head.

“Oh, sure, sorry I took up so much of your time.”

“No need to apologize for that. It was nice to get my thoughts off from work for a while.”

We exchanged phone numbers before we parted ways and I took the subway to get home.

The following weeks Namjoon was still busy and didn’t visit the shop very often, but after our encounter at the book shop we texted nearly every day. Christie was already teasing me about it constantly, but I brushed her off.

Until Namjoon invited me to a party.

“Come on Christie! I can’t go there on my own! And he said I could bring some friends!” I whined over the phone while Christe groaned.

“But I don’t even know anyone Y/N!”

“I don’t know anyone either! That’s why I need you!” I begged. “Also you can get to know new people much faster than I can, so forget complaining about that.”

“Fineee.” She finally agreed and I cheered, feeling relieved. “But I swear if you run off with Namjoon and I haven’t found an interesting person to chat with, I’ll be mad.”

“I doubt he’d even want to run off with me, but okay, I’ll ask for your permission first.” I chuckled and she laughed as well.

The days at work before the party we chatted about what we should wear, if there would be any cute guys, good food and drinks. And then the day of the party finally came. Christie had come over to my place so we could get ready together. I ended up wearing a classic little black dress, since Namjoon didn’t really tell me why they were having the party, so this was the safest option.

Christie went with a black mini skirt and a crop top. Then we searched for the public transport that would take us there and got going.

When we arrived at our destination, we were not standing in front of a normal building complex with apartments, but some company. Was this party related to his work? But he always somehow avoided talking about his work…

We rung the bell he told me to ring and waited anxiously while exchanging unnerved looks. This was different from what we expected. The door was opened and we went to the elevator and up to the 4th floor. Up there the music could be heard even before the elevator doors opened and I sighed in relief. Now that sounds like a party.

Still a little hesitant, we followed the music and ended up in a huge room filled with people. There were mostly young people, but also some older ones. Definitely work related.

I looked around the room in search for Namjoon, but couldn’t see him anywhere, so we went over to the bar. A drink would at least make it seem like we belonged here.

“I swear to god, I’ve heard BigHit somewhere before…” Christie mumbled and I frowned. When you own no television and don’t really catch up on mainstream media it was no surprise I didn’t know the name.

“Maybe something related to books? Since Namjoon reads a lot.” I shrugged and she shook her head.

“I doubt that.”

We stayed at the bar, continued to chat and watch more and more people arrive until someone tested a microphone. Just now we noticed the little stage like space at one end of the room.

“What is this party?” Christie whispered into my ear and all I could do was shrug again, after all I had no clue.

“Y/N! There you are!” I heard Namjoon’s familiar voice and seconds later he appeared next to me. In that exact moment the older man on the little stage cleared his throat.

“I really need to tell you something. Do you have a minute?” He asked in a hurry and I frowned.

“I promised not to leave my friend Christie alone, since she knows no one, sorry. But you can tell me here?” I suggested and he sighed.

“Not ideal, but I guess it will do.” He mumbled while the guy on stage started talking.

“Good evening everyone! We’re honored that all of you appeared here tonight to celebrate the success of the promotions of ‘You Never Walk Alone’!”

Promotions? You Never Walk Alone? Never heard of it.

“So you see…I never really told you what I work as right? And I guess you already figured out that this party is somehow work related. And the truth is I was so busy the last weeks, because we were promoting ‘You never Walk Alone’ our new album.”

Immediately I turned to him and stared at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, blurring out the man talking in the background.

“You’re a musician?!” I gasped and he nodded, unsure if my reaction was a positive or negative one.

“Yeah…” He admitted and frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s just…I was surprised that you didn’t know at all and I didn’t want to ruin it and act like a jerk who thinks he’s cool because he is successful in the business.”

“Namjoon why would I think you’re a jerk?” I face palmed and he chuckled.

“Who knows?” He shrugged and I laughed it off.

Then music started playing in the background and I turned towards the stage again, where you could see some kind of music video.

“Is this one of your band mates?” I asked when a guy with a cute beanie and a blue cardigan appeared on the screen.

“Yep, that’s Taehyung. I’ll introduce you to them if you want, but I have to go now. See you later?” He questioned me with hopeful eyes and I nodded, then he disappeared into the crowd of people.

I continued to watch the music video and was surprised that Namjoon showed up as the very first person to rap. I was surprised by the sound of his voice and his looks. And we thought he looked stylish when he showed up in our coffee shop. Well, I would never wear a blazer over a sweater, but he looked amazing nonetheless.

The song itself was really calming and not at all what I was expecting from the kind of music Namjoon preferably listens to. Then I caught a glimpse of a word in the video. Omelas! So that’s what he’s been reading it for!

Now that I recognized the word, I tried to read into everything that was going on much more and at the end of the video I was impressed. I couldn’t believe Namjoon was part of this.

Then another video came up and the feeling was entirely different. The name was probably ‘Not Today’ they said that pretty often. But wait? Namjoon had purple hair? I didn’t even notice in the previous video! But he had brown hair now, didn’t he?

The video ended as fast as the first one and I turned to Christie in awe.

“Was that…Namjoon?” She asked in confusion and I nodded slowly.

“Yeah, he just told me he is a musician. Judging from the amount of people here they must be huge! Do we live under a rock or something?!” I complained. I really needed to buy a TV. Like tomorrow.

“You definitely do. I’m more disappointed in myself. I even heard of them, but never looked up their stuff. What the hell.” Christie joined in and we went back to the bar to get another drink.

Then the band got called up on stage and they thanked everyone in the team who worked on the album with them.

Only now I had the chance in to take in Namjoon’s appearance. He looked smoking hot!! How could he look better every single time I saw him?

“Ok, now it’s obvious he’s an idol. All of them are so hot. Y/N you need to introduce me to at least one of them.” Christie insisted and I sighed.

“I don’t even know them myself. And if they’re idols they probably have a dating ban, so don’t get your hopes up.”

She looked at me with concern in her eyes.

“I never got my hopes up okay.” I clarified and she rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, right.”

In the meanwhile the boys had left the stage and were talking to some of the people in the crowd. I didn’t really want to get in Namjoon’s way and, as Christie pointed out, my hopes up. So we just walked around the decorated room, grabbed some food and then went over to the dance floor.

After a while someone tapped me on the shoulder and I was greeted by Namjoon’s smile.

“Enjoying yourself?” He questioned me and I nodded.

“A little isolated, but we’re having fun.” I joked. “Join us?”

“Nah, I’m not really a dancer.”

“…You’re an idol…?” Christie chimed in and Namjoon shrugged.

“I am, but did you watch the videos just now? Definitely not the best dancer out there.” He continued and I sighed.

“There is no skill level needed to dance with us though.” I countered, but he shook his head.

“I’ll pass for now, but how about I introduce you to the others?” He suggested and of course we agreed, so we followed him over to where the boys were chatting among themselves right now.

“Hey guys! This Y/N and Christie, they work at the coffe shop I usually go to.”

“Oh the girl you…” One of them started, but Namjoon cut in.

“Yes the one I told you I invited to the party.” He stated with a glare and the guy laughed. If I remembered right it was the one with the blue cardigan in the first video.

“Hey! It’s so nice to meet you. Namjoon never told us he had a band.” I greeted them awkwardly and they looked at him, acting offended.

“Wow, are you ashamed of us?” “What did we do to you?” “I’m so disappointed!”

Christie and I laughed and the guys laughed as well. Then Namjoon introduced them one by one and we talked about their music, how long they’ve been together, how long they trained, all that stuff.

At some point I needed to use the restroom, so I excused myself. Before I could rejoin the group however I was caught by Namjoon.

“Hey, can we talk right now? The boys are taking care of Christie, don’t worry” He added when he noticed my concerned look. I couldn’t fathom what he’d want to talk to me about, so I agreed.

We left the room and walked down the hallways, until Namjoon opened the door to a small room.

“A studio?” I asked while looking around.

“My studio.” He explained and I gasped.

“Nice.” I stated while inspecting the room. “A lot of figurines.”

“Oh, yeah, do you think it’s too much?”

“No, it’s fine. It’s your studio anyway, right?” I encouraged him and he seemed relieved that I didn’t mind them. “So what did you want to talk about?”

“Nothing in particular. I only wanted to show you some more music. Maybe some of my solo stuff if you want? I mean ‘Spring Day’ and ‘Not Today’ are good, but it doesn’t cover everything we’ve done.”

“I’d love that!”

We sat down in front of his desk and he opened up some files. Their biggest hits and some tracks of his mixtape. Every single song was incredible.

“Ok now I feel like a potato next to you.” I sighed and leaned back into my chair.

“Don’t say that. There are many things you’re better at than I will ever be.” He tried to cheer me up, but I was having none of it.

“Making coffee isn’t the same as creating amazingly beautiful and emotional music. I’ve never seen anyone crying, because they’ve tasted a cup of coffee.” I rolled my eyes.

“It doesn’t have to be work related you know.” He sighed and I shrugged, remaining silent. “We’ll just agree on the fact that you’re great, ok?”

I agreed in defeat and then remembered something.

“Oh, right! I saw an Omelas sign in one of the music videos! Don’t tell me you read the book for that?” I inquired and he chuckled.

“You noticed? I told you it was work related. We have a consistent background story going on in most of our MVs, but it would be too much to explain it to you now.”

“I have time.” I stated and Namjoon laughed.

“As much as I’d like to spend more time alone with you, I still have to show up at the party again or rumors will start circulating.” Ouch.

“Sure…” I mumbled, trying my best to conceal the stinging pain in my chest. Not getting my hopes up had worked really well.

We left Namjoon’s studio behind and and rejoined the others at the actual party location. I noticed Christie chatting happily with Jin and ventured out to the bar by myself where I got another drink. It didn’t take long until another person showed up behind me. Hoseok.

“Hey are you alright?” He asked me with a frown and I smiled at him.

“Sure, I’m fine, why?”

“I don’t know, you seemed unhappy when you came back, so I thought I’d ask.” He shrugged and sat down next to me.

“No, it’s all good.” I insisted, but he was having none of it.

“Did Namjoon say something to you?” He hit the bull’s eye and I sighed. “Look, I don’t know what he said and I don’t want to pry, but I know he appears all smooth and good with words, but when he’s nervous he’s not. I bet whatever he said he only wanted to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” I furrowed my brows and he grinned.

“Our Armys can get a little wild.” He said and slid off his seat. “Cheer up, ok?”

And with that he disappeared again.

I stayed at the bar for quite a while and tried to sort out my thoughts. Just when I thought I finally managed to do so, Christie and Namjoon appeared.

“There you are! We were searching for you everywhere!” Christe exclaimed and hugged me, clearly a little tipsy.

“Oh, sorry. I only got another drink.” I told them and raised my glass.

“So, the boys and I were planning on taking this party home with some close friends. Do you want to come?” Namjoon suggested and I thought about it for a while.

“Do you want to Christe?” I asked and she nodded eagerly.

“Sure, why not.” I shrugged and not long after we found ourselves in a van driving to their dorm.

Of course not everyone had fit into one van, so we were divided into groups. There was Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Christie, me and two others I didn’t know the names of in the van. Music was playing and everybody was having a good time.

A short time later we parked in an underground parking lot and all of us squeezed into the elevator. The boy’s dorm was tidy and even a little bit decorated. They definitely prepared for this. Taehyung proposed a little house tour for us and we found ourselves wandering through their various rooms.

“Wouldn’t have expected you guys to be so tidy.” Christie pointed out and Taehyung chuckled.

“Hobi is very diligent about us tidying, so we have no choice.”

We walked through a few more rooms until Taehyung opened the door to his own room.

“This is Namjoon’s and my room.” He announced and I looked at the pile of stuffed toys.

“Don’t tell me these are Namjoon’s.” I laughed and Taehyung grinned.

“Ok, I won’t.” He joked and told us that they were rarely home anyway.

After that we walked back into the now packed living room. Christie and I stayed for a few more hours, but decided it was time to leave before it got too late.

“Let me walk you home?” Namjoon asked when they found out that Christie didn’t live too far from their dorm and I had to walk a little longer on my own.

“You don’t have to. I can just take a taxi. No need to leave your own party for that.” I smiled and he shook his head.

“It’s not that I have to, I want to.” He insisted and I sighed, giving in.

We walked up to where Christie lived together and then it was only me and Namjoon.

“So…” I started.

“So?”

“Not afraid of being seen outside with me?” I teased and he looked at me with shock in his eyes. “You know rumors and stuff.” I added hastily and he frowned.

“Yeah Hobi told me you weren’t happy that I said that.”

“He told you?!” I asked. Wow, I’ll never tell Hoseok about my feelings ever again.

“I asked where he’s been and he said he checked on you and I asked why, that’s all. He probably knew I was worried.”

“About what?” I questioned him and he shrugged.

“About you.”

“Why?”

“Look I’m not dumb, I notice when you’re acting strange as well. Of course I get worried.” He clarified and I looked to the ground. Sometimes it really sucked that I couldn’t hide my feelings very well. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings when I said that. I just know that dating as an idol isn’t the best thing to do. And you’d suffer because of it more than I would.”

“Wait, what?!”

Namjoon stopped and I turned around to look at him in the faint street light.

“I like you. From the very first moment I saw you in the coffee shop I wanted to talk to you, but I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed quiet. I planned on asking you out long ago and when you approached me and we met in the book store…I just knew it was now or never. But you saw that I have close to no time to spend with you, so I thought it would be better not to say anything.”

I stood there in disbelief. My eyes wide, mind blank and a pounding heart.

“Probably shouldn’t have said that…” Namjoon said while scratching the back of his head and started to walk again, but I grabbed his hand. He stopped and turned back towards me, but I still didn’t know what to say.

“So…you’re saying you want to…date me?” I asked quietly and slowly raised my eyes to meet his soft gaze. He nodded quietly.

“I’d like that very much.”

A grin formed on Namjoon’s face and he leaned forward to seal my lips with his.

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maggotmouth · 6 years ago

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rises from the dead like mushu hullo it’s nora ( gmt, she/her) n i’m sorry didnt do my intro yesterday, i woke up in a bath, happy new year. anyway bridget is a mess, the angsty socialist leftie liberal who gets fucked at the pub and goes off on one about immigration or the welfare state or the pay gap. very talkative n bubbly, carefree but also.... cares too much. always in docs but only the vegan ones. usually in a beret with an anarchist symbol painted on it. wears a long green trench coat covered in badges for alt punk rock bands or a red denim jacket that she hacked into a crop jacket with a pair of kitchen scissors. film nerd. got in on a partially subsidised scholarship and works in a bar and a fast food place to pay for her accomodation.

heres a pinboard. everythin else is below this cut, like this post n i’ll smash that im button for plots x

it might be HER SOPHOMORE year but I still think BRIDGET MATUSIAK looks exactly like MARGARET QUALLEY and sometimes I think the FEMALE is actually them. Of course I’m wrong, as they’re TWENTY and studying FILM while living in FIDELIS here at Lockwood. The ARIES can be rather CANDID and GARRULOUS, but also kind of FICKLE and ERRATIC. Their most played song on Spotify was NOBODY REALLY CARES IF YOU DON’T GO TO THE PARTY by COURTNEY BARNETT, so I think that says a lot.

bridget n her mum alice were more like sisters growing up, probably because of the closeness in age. alice should’ve known that you couldn’t have a thirteen-year-old-daughter at 27 without everyone knowing you’d been one of those girls who gave it away fast as a hot potato, and maybe bridget should have known that she’d inherit more than her mother’s wide eyes, that things had a way of circling back, that at fourteen she too would lose it on the floor of a swimming pool changing room, soggy back, poka-dot nylon pulled down to her ankles.

her parents met in high school. her mother alice was a roman catholic – uneducated in matters of safe sex, mother mary around her neck, bras hanging over wooden crucifixes – and willing to give it to the first boy who seemed interested enough, gift-wrapped or not.

i say they met in high school, bridget’s dad wasn’t actually in school, they met at the high school. he was the father to a girl down the road. alice knew nothing of the girl besides her name and the few encounters in the corridors facing a stoney stare that screamed homewrecker. it only happened once, but once was enough. soon the pitter patter of tiny feet sounded along the hall of the home for wayward women, alice’s parents having thrown her out as soon as they knew a child was growing in her womb.

gilly (referred to as junior) was born two years later, the son of a mechanic and handyman named gilbert “gilly” senior, who - while a slow-witted man – was likable enough. alice, gilly bridget & junior lived in a colorado trailer park and whenever she wasn’t at school bridget would be in gilly’s workshop doin her homework surrounded by parts of exhausts. was raised in a workshop basically.

like her mother, bridget fell pregnant barely out of her gingham print dresses, hair in two plaits down her back, teddies still lining her bed. unlike her mum, she was not box-shipped out to a home for fallen women but rather booked into a clinic, given a pill, just like taking your vitamins.

her mother flaked out when bridget was around fifteen and junior was twelve, leaving gil to adopt the two as legal guardian and raise them in the forge. she’s lived with gilly ever since. they’re not sure where their mother went. some say she rededicated herself as a virgin and joined the convent in penance for her sins. some say she works in a las vegas strip club and sells pills to minors.

used to do sponsored silences and hunger strikes for kids in third world countries. was that kid in school who was always raising money something. i mean its kinda cute but also she just wanted the acclaim and attention so.... and most of the time it didn’t even make it to the disadvantaged kids she was raising it for cos her mom needed rent money or to buy the kids new shoes n they could barely afford much themselves

she’s a strident feminist, an activist for human rights and animal rights, a vocal vegetarian and an all-round soapbox sadie. catch her in the quad shouting about human rights through a megaphone.

aesthetic: cuffed jeans, thrifted or stolen. white converse, more grey tbh through years of wear. crop tops and plaid shirts tied round her waist. a long green trench coat with loads of badge pins for alt-rock bands and independent films. red denim jacket, also covered in badges n pins. smudged mascara. glitter smeared over cheekbones from the previous night. cigarette smoke shrouding you like a veil, the red string of a thong peaking out purposely from jeans, roller blades, cut knees, not eating your greens, smiling with a mouthful of blood, and piercing your own ears with a safety pin when your dad wouldn’t take you, kate moss posters lining the walls of a teenage bedroom, thumb holes poked through the cuffs of your sleeves, feet pounding the earth until your soles bleed crimson, sleeping in a cherry lip balm and scrunchies to keep the wild locks from your eyes.

an aspiring screenwriter. she has a very image-based view of memory and experience. always doing a screenplay or shooting film. her style has a lot of catholic iconography (think virgin suicides styler or baz luhrmann’s romeo + juliet if it was done on a super 8 camera) bcos catholicism is one of the few things she remembers about her mother. she’s never actually tried to find her mum / find out about her, jst…. occasionally channels that energy into her work.

hypersexual and kinda manic-depressive (though not diagnosed) probs bcos her upbringing was a bit unstable, she started life in a house that was literally designed to rehabilitate “fallen women” and she was a looked after child for a while when the adoption papers were still going through… struggles a lot with feeling unwanted, especially since her grandparesnts refuse to acknowledge her existence cos she was born outside of marriage….. so she craves feeling wanted,, like despite being a real women’s rights activist ad hating objectification, at the same time to bridge there’s nothing better than someone sizing you up with hunger in their eyes

she’s queer, but i guess she favours women, and is incredibly vocal in her support of the lgbt+ movement. often at ralleys. has done a face-sitting protest. really is that bitch

there’s a degree of anger for anger’s sake in bridget. she likes passionate, angry music – particularly garage rock, punk and riot grrrl. she loves the slits and skinny girl diet. viv albertine inspired her to take up bass guitar.

working two jobs to pay for uni currently !! works at the bowling alley polishing the shpes and fixing the bowling lanes, and also is a burger flipper at mcdonalds. a lot of her time is spent in the record store, plugged into a set of headphones, head-banging in the corner to a scratched record. music, for birdie, is a form of escapism. that and dropping acid in parking lots lmao.

massive film buff. is majoring in film at uni also spends a lot of time at the movie theatre n probably has like a season ticket. is one of those pretentious film nerds who’s like “what do u think of goddard’s work?” but also just really into shitty horror movies

she spends her evenings in downtown bars willing away her boredom, trying to find something that’ll jerk her out of apathetic lethargy. she toys with the idea of becoming a stripper — it certainly pays better than fixing bowling lanes — but she lacks the energy to dance for several hours a night.

she loves b movies and slasher flicks. at parties, she’ll occasionally try to make a horror of her own, on a super 8 camera in someone’s basement, very paranormal activity, but she’ll inevitably get bored, or too drunk and give up, like she does with most things in her life. she lacks drive and motivation. she’s bright but there’s no hunger in her.

writes shitty poems on the back of napkins and quotes dead philosophers she’s never read. romanticises herself a lot. like will be standing there in a ripped t-shirt and her undies smoking a cig like “hmmm… i bet someone is falling in love with me right now”

is vegetarian for environmental reasons but snorts coke at parties ?? sis, it don’t add up

loves dirt. ate a worm once because someone dared her too. shamelessly disgusting.

she’s slightly obsessed with true crime, up late watching documentaries on the manson family murders.

she’s fickle and enigmatic. one moment she could be your best friend, the next, she’ll behave like a total stranger. bridget’s unpredictable because she’s still unsure of her own identity, frequently flitting between different characters, like snake skins, before she grows bored of being bubbly and eager and becomes spiteful again. her core personality traits are probably forthright, impulsive, restless, thrill-seeking, selfish, melancholic.

an awful person, really

feel free to im me if u wanna plot, here are some plot ideas i stole, or, like this post and i’ll hit u with a message!

#lw:intro #alma's will be coming in jst a sec

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humanistauno · 5 years ago

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A Journal by: Megue Pearl Gegone

December 15, 2019

Today marks the 19th year anniversary of our church. We’ve prepared for this big day a week ago and as a part of this church I am very nervous yet excited for today’s event.

Also, I am a member of the praise and worship team of our church and we are the one who’s going to lead the worship. Earlier as I was preparing to go to church I can almost hear my heart beating ‘lub dub’ ‘lub dub’.

I was already in the church and everyone was busy attending all the visitors and VIP’s that came from other places like in Isulan, Tupi, Maynila, and Columbio. The whole venue was packed. People can’t even move because there’s no space left. Honestly, we didn’t expect that a lot of people would come. So the worship started, the pastor delivered his message and voila its lunchtime. During lunch time I was so hungry that I could eat a horse considering the fact that I haven’t eaten breakfast earlier.

After our lunch, I and Fienna, my friend, decided to go to KCC to buy our gifts for tonight’s Christmas party. First we went to the grocery section. After spending half of an hour at the mall i started to feel cold. The mall is cold like antarctica. After we finished in the grocery we decided to deposit our baggage at the baggage counter. As we are standing in the line waiting for our turn, i suddenly felt the ground vibrated and i thought it was just nothing so i didnt mind it. Little did i know that it was already an earthquake. I saw people panicking and running towards the nearest exit. I didnt know what to do as if my mind and body wasnt coordinating. I was thinking of running but my body wouldnt move. Then i came back tO my senses when a woman bumped in me and i started running as fast as a cheetah towards the nearest exit. I and Fienna stayed outside for a little while and then we decided to go home.

In the evening we've got a simple program prepared for everyone. At 6 p.m. we ate our dinner and started the program. First we prepared some parlor games for the kids and we also had an exchange gifts both for kids and adult. Before the night ended, our adtor gave his thank you message for everyone and ee prayed for a safe travel as we go home.

December 16, 2019

Today I woke up early to get ready and to prepare to go to KNCHS SHS gate, our meeting place, for our community engagement trip today. Together with my group, we went to SitioSalkan, Brgy. Paraiso to conduct a survey in relation with our subject. When we were already complete after how many years of waiting for our other members to arrive we rode on a tricycle to reach our destination. First we went to the Brgy. Hall of Brgy.Paraiso and gave our letter that informs their office that we were asking for their permission to let us conduct a survey in one of their area. After givung the letter to the Brgy. Hall we headed to SitioSalkan.

It was a fun ride. In order for us to reach out to people living at the end of the mountain, we climbed up a mountain as high as Mount Everest. As we arrived at our destination I was very thirsty, I could drink gallons of water because of it. Later on we started our servey in there and we took a lunch break and ate our lunch. After eating our lunch we started conducting the survey again. When we finished our survey we decided to go home. Before going home we decided to eat first at the 7/11. I bought a cup noodles because i was craving for it. After eating, we took a minute to rest. Later on we decided to go home. When I arrived at home, my Lola cooked macaroni for our merienda. We spent the rest of our afternoon eating and chatting about stuffs and whatnot.

December 24, 2019

Today I woke up late because I slept around 4 a.m. and I am still feeling sleepy but my father woke me up because he said that we need to prepare the things that we needed to bring for tonight’s event. My family decided to celebrate Christmas Eve at the house of my Uncle Reylon, my father’s cousin. I have no choice but to obey him to avoid further arguments with him. My father is strict like Hitler. In the afternoon, around 3 p.m. we prepared the food that we will bring there and also our gifts for them.

By the way, my mother and my mother are the ones who cooked and prepared the food. We were about to leave the house when suddenly I felt an excruciating pain at my lower abdomen. It was very painful as if I am going to die just by bearing the pain of it. Then I went to the bathroom to check if my monthly period already came. I was right. My monthly period came.

It is the reason why I decided to just stay in the house. They allowed me and they just left me some food to eat. I spent my whole night just lying in the sofa and watching television to entertain myself. Around 11p.m. my parents and my siblings arrived at home. We were all tired and sleepy already so we decided to take a sleep and just celebrate the Christmas the next day.

December 27, 2019

Today I woke up early in the morning to prepare because my family will going to travel to Sto.Niño for our 48th family reunion. Even though i was still sleepy, I was forced to take a bath so that i can ready myself. I was hesitant at first to take a bath because the water is cold as ice but i've got no choice so I took a bath. At 6:30 a.m. we're already on the terminal to ride on a van. While travelling, I saw trees and flowers dancing gracefully as the wind blew them. Fastforward, we arrived at our destination.

I felt so tired as if i have done million of works. I was also sleepy co sidering the fact that I woke up early today. I was eating in the kitchen when one of my cousin, Mharjun, approached me and said hello to me. He's one of my best buddy. He's as skinny as a toothpick the last time I saw him but right now he's near to becoming a pig.

In the evening we had a program but first we had a mass. Every member of the family were introduced and the program continues. We had our Ms. Gaybcompetition and our dance competition. The night was still young but i chose to sleep early because i was feeling a bit under the weather.

December 28, 2019

I woke up early today. I was feeling a lot better than yesterday. Today is the second day of our family reunion. I ate my breakfast and then i took a bath. After i cleaned myself up i directly went to the open space in our venue for our next event which is the parlor games. Me and my cousins joined the parlor games. We enjoyed it and played like it would be our last time here on Earth. One member of our family gave us some money as his gift for us. I can definitely say that he got tons of money in his pocket.

The day continued and it was already lunch time. After eating our lunch i attended our annual family meeting to discuss the preparations for the reunion next year. I was scared to make any disturbances during the meeting because everyone was so serious. In the middle of the meeting, two members of our family argue about something involving money. They argued like there's no tomorrow and they were just going on the circle about it.

Later on they agreed to some matter and we continued our meeting. After the meeting we packed up out belongings and we bid our goodbyes to each other. Bidding goodbye to everyone was indeed the saddest part of our reunion. I would like to spend more time with them but i've got no choice but to continue my life. The most important part is that i enjoyed this day so much that i've got no regrets about it.

December 31, 2019

Today marks the last day for the year 2019. People are getting hyped up preparing for the new years eve later involving my family. Today me and my family woke up early to got ready and to prepare for the things we need for tonights celebrstion. After doing my usual chores my mother asked me to accompany her to the grocery store. So i took a quick bath, it seemed like i haven't cleaned my body yet but i needed to finish it quick because my mother's been telling me to hurry up for a millionth time already because according to her the mall's gonna be full today. When we arrived at the grocery store it was already crowded like if you dropped your phone on the sea of people it would take you hundreds of years before you could find it.

After all the things we've faced to get the things we needed we decided to go home and start preparing the foods. My fstjer and my mother did all the cooking and i just slept the whole afternoon because i really am a terrible cook and i dont want to ruin everything in the kitchen that's why i chose to sleep instead of helping my parents prepare the foods. We waited till it's midnight and we welcomed the new year wholeheartedly. Then I stayed up until 3 a.m. because I can’t sleep. I spent my time watching all the fireworks display that I could see at the sky while greeting my relatives and friends a happy new year.

January 5, 2019

Today marks the last day of our Christmas break. Also. Today is the first Sunday for the year 2020 so me and my family woke up early and readied ourselves to go to the church. After the mass we went back to our house and we ate our lunch. While I was lying on my bed I kept on thinking about school. I've got millions of school works to finish and I haven't even done half of it, i've got no one to blame but myself because I chose to procrastinate instead of doing my school works. Instead of thinking about it I decided to clean my room to release my burden. It was pretty weird but I actually enjoyed cleaning my room. I found stuffs that bring back memories when I was still in elementary. I also decided to wash my clothes and I washed hundreds of basket of dirty clothes. After I finished washing my clothes I felt exhausted and I decided to take a bath to sweep the dirt off of my body. In the evening after taking my dinner, I went to my room directly to start writing my journal again. Before starting it I opened my window and watched the leaves of the bougainvillea dancing gracefully as the wind blew its body. Then, I started writing my journal and I packed my things for tomorrow.

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texastheband · 5 years ago

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The Best Little Sex Bomb In Texas

Interview by Miranda Sawyer, Photography by Wayne Maser Taken from British GQ - January 2004

There are many reasons to like Sharleen Spiteri. She's broken her nose four times. She once painted a mural of Che Guevara that covered her dad's garage wall. She understands that sexiness is more than "tits and arse. Well, straightforward tits and arse, anyway". She owns the original Blondie Parallel Lines mini-dress, given to her personally by Debbie Harry. She has a voice that can sound as heartworn as Dusty Springfield, as bed-borne as Chrissie Hynde. Her favourite term of abuse is "complete fanny". And, unlike most women, she looks fab in mens clothing. Actually, she's the type of insouciant beauty that would look good in a black sack; which is lucky, as that's what she appears to be wearing. We're in J Sheekey's restaurant in Covent Garden. Sharleen's just come from Top Of The Pops, where she and her band, Texas, performed their recent single, "Carnival Girl", with Ragga MC, Kardinal Offishall. She's still wearing her telly outfit: a black all-in-one, though she's swapped her take-your-eye-out stilettos for take-your-knee-out bower boots. Her hair is blunt-cut and tickles her eyelashes. She is small, dark-eyed, full-mouthed, French-looking; sultry, like her photos, but not sulky. In fact, Sharleen doesn’t stop chatting, in her throaty Glaswegian tones, about any topic you care to bring up: films, food, fashion, stripping... There's been a suggestion that she and I, as thirtysomething bonnes viveuses, would like to spend the evening in a strip club. But the only one that Sharleen will even consider checking out is a hardcore gay men's kit-off night in a notorious East End pub.

"You'll not drag me to any of that Spearmint-Rhino-Peter-Stringfellow naff old rubbish," she roars. "We'll go to Amateur Night at the White Swan. There's £1.ooo for the best act!" She announces this to me, but also to the J Sheekey waiting staff too, who clearly know and like her. "You'd better tell me all about it," says one to her, conspiratorially. "I want size, technique, all the details..." Sharleen is good at making friends: whether stars (Madonna, Stella, Gwyneth), or us lesser mortals. She's fearless, unsnobbish company, with a lewd anecdote or two up her sack-sleeve, and, unlike many famous people, she knows how to listen. She'd have made a great hairdresser. "I was a great hairdresser!" she laughs. "My tips were wicked! And people told me everything - I got loads of scandal, stuff about wife-swapping circles. But what I was really known for was when people brought in pictures of celebrities and said, 'That's the way I want my hair'. I'd put my hand over the celebrity's face and say, 'Is that really what you want? Cos we don't do faces in here, we just do hair."' She tells it like it is, does Shar. Ask her whether Texas is a democracy, and she says: "No way. Texas is me and Johnny (McElhone). The band formed around that, we write the songs together and the rest of the band either gets that or gets out. And they're totally fine with me getting all the attention. They're happy getting the money and none of the grief." The tuneful pop-rock band that is Texas formed in Glasgow in 1986, when 18-year-old Sharleen, a hairdresser and art student, met Johnny McElhone. Johnny, then 23, had played bass in Altered Images (he joined when he was just 15: his parents had to sign his contract for him), and later, in Hipsway. On a whim he asked Sharleen if she wanted to sing for a new band he was putting together. The audition was arranged, "but I never turned up", says Shar. "I thought he was sleazing me." Luckily, Johnny, who wasn't, called again. This time Sharleen went along, sang Culture Club's "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me", and Texas were formed. The first song Johnny and Sharleen wrote together was "I Don't Want A Lover". In between spoonfulls of potted shrimp, Sharleen explains that she'd never thought of herself as a singer, because every Spiteri sang. Her father's family is Italian, her mother's French, and at reunions, every family member would have to perform a song, wether they wanted to or not. "But I never got attention, because my cousins did the crowd-pleasers", she sniffs. "Never a dry eye in the house when they sang." Sharleen didn't approve of such obvious tactics, and when Texas got a record contract, she was prickly with it, insisting on always being pictured with a member of the band or with her guitar, never being interviewed separately, dressing mannishly, not smiling. Her idols were Chrissie Hynde, Patti Smith, Siouxsie Sioux. It was the late Eighties. She was Scottish. She was serious. In 1989, "I Don't Want A Lover" went Top ten in the UK, and Texas' first LP Southside, sold 1.3m copies. But the two follow-ups, Mothers Heaven and Ricks Road, didn't do so well, and around 1995, the band went into crisis mode. "We were nothing in Britain," says Sharleen, "but, because we were successful everywhere else, the record company were tiptoe-ing round us. I knew I wasnae important: I felt like screaming, 'Stop wrapping me in cotton wool!' Also, in Glasgow, everyone knew us, we were big fish in a small pond. I'd rather be a small fish in a big pond. The whole atmosphere was making me claustrophobic. So I moved to Paris." Paris proved "un tonique" for our Texan trouper. Sharleen wrote "Say What You Want" on a Paris rooftop, drinking a large glass of red wine. She met fashion journalist Ashley Heath, her partner, at a party. (They bonded over an argument about music.) Being away from home, and being able cope with that, boosted her confidence. Though you wouldn't think it now, Sharleen was "very, very, quiet" at school: not quite the ugly mate, but the one that boys approached, not to ask out, but to ask if her friend would go out with them. "The whole time I just thought, `What the fuck am I doing here?"' She left at 15: she has no contact with any former classmates. Anyway, in 1996, the Shiny! Sexy! New! Texas appeared, with Sharleen very much to the fore. For the first time, she had the self-assurance to use her languidly erotic looks. In videos, she rolled around in sea shallows, and made fully-clothed love to some lucky model. In pictures, she pulled at her hair and bit her lip. She was incredible sexy, but not straightforwardly so; what she was, was cool. It irritates Sharleen when people think that this was somehow acquired illegally: that her chic was painted on late, without serving her dues, manipulated by the boyfriend or her record company. As she points out, she found her feet first in fashion and art, and her hairdressing skills took her on shoots around the world. Sharleen does have that fashion instinct: she loves seeking out new designers and musicians, collaborating with them before they get too well-known. "But everyone gets to know about them in no time at all now!" she laughs. "You know, there is no story behind how I got cool. Of course I'm trying to be cool. Everyone is. And I always was cool: at least I thought so. Even in 1989, when I was wearing a biker jacket and jeans, trying to be more androgynous than everybody else, referencing the Clash, I thought I was dead, dead trendy. I did it myself. I didnt even have a stylist until [the band's fifth album] The Hush."

And of course, she could have done Miss Wet T-shirt until she dissolved and it wouldn't have made any difference if Texas hadn't come up with the songs. But they did: White On Blonde was a Number One, four-million-selling smash, that produced four Top Ten singles ("Say What You Want", "Halo", "Black Eyed Boy" and "Put Your Arms Around Me") and earned Sharleen and Johnny an Ivor Novello Award for Outstanding Song Collection. The band's next two LPs, The Hush (1999), and The Greatest Hits (2000), also stormed the charts. Texas have now sold 20m records worldwide. Weirdly, though, it wasn't until 2001, when the band took another break, that Sharleen truly came to mainstream attention. Over the last few years, Sharleen Spiteri has moved from being the hip bird out of Texas to becoming Heat fodder. Blame that heady contemporary combination of famous friends, and getting pregnant. Still, the interest took her by surprise. "You expect to have your photo taken if you're at a fashion show, or coming out of a posh restaurant," she says. ": when you're struggling with your shopping, looking like a whale? Cheers. Being pregnant is really the best time to be papped, you know." She's squared up to paparazzi in the past, slamming her car into reverse and almost driving into a following photographer, then getting out and ranting at him through the window. "The whole time I was having a go, he and his mate wouldn't look at me, they just looked straight ahead. The before he drove off, he said, `See that car on the other side of the road? He's following you too."' Still, she managed to avoid an embarrassing picture when, at eight months pregnant, she locked herself out of her house near Regent' Park and had to hoik herself and her bags over the iron gates: "Now, that really would have been a horrendous sight." One shot that everyone did see was of Sharleen's friend, Arsenal's Thierry Henry. On 10 September 2002, the day after Sharleen's daughter, Misty Kid, was born, Arsenal played Manchester City; Henry scored the winner and ripped off his shirt to reveal a slogan that read, "For the new born Kid". "That could have cost TT 30 grand," grins Sharpen. Luckily they decided not to fine him." "TT" often pops over for a chat. Does Sharpen ever feel weird when famous people come round? Only once," she muses, "when Debbie Harry came over, and was sitting in my kitchen eating dinner, being so nice. She was such an idol of mine when I was young. But otherwise, it's only when it freaks someone else out. I don't divide my friends into celebrities and non-celebrities, don't think like that. So they mix up in my house, and it's only when a friend phones up the next day and goes, `That was some evening!' that I think about it."

Still, I think it's important to Sharleen to be accepted by credible famous people, because she's spent so long having her band dismissed by snotty critics. Despite her own hipster kudos, despite the band's collaborations with the Wu-Tang Clan, Rae and Christian, and now Kardinal Offishall, Texas' music has often been labelled "safe", or naff". Having TT and Debbie et al onside shows that she is cool and that, allied with her immense songwriting success, means she can cheerfully say, "Sod the lot of you". The girl is fashion-conscious, she wants respect: you can't blame her. Anyhow, celebrity fact alert! Coldplay's frontman Chris Martin now lives in Sharleen's old flat: "We call it the House of Hits," she grins. And there are more of those coming: Texas' latest album, Careful What You Wish For, is Peppered with potential hits that play to the band's proven strengths: catchy, dreamy tunes, evocative guitars and Sharleen's gorgeous voice. The new single, "I'll See It Through", has all this in spades, and sounds like Dusty Springfield singing Burt Bacharach. But there are plenty of other singles there: "Telephone X", a Blondie-style stomp; "And I Dream", which recalls the exuberance of Madonna's "Ray Of Light"; the title track, a hand-clapping singalong. After 16 years in the business, it's obvious that the girl knows what she's doing. Unfortunately, after three hours at Sheekey's, I'm not sure that I do. The wine has gone down very easily, the conversation hasn't stopped. We've discussed DIY - Sharleen's great at it, especially shelves; underwear - "I am very particular about my knickers"; scars - Sharleen has five: forehead, hand, left eye, both knees; the hyperactivity of parents - her retired merchant seaman father does the lights for Texas' live show; the madness of boyfriends - Heath initially told his mum and dad that Sharpen worked in Glasgow Airport, but forgot to tell her: "I couldn't work out why his mum kept asking me about Duty Free." Misty Kid gets a few mentions: she's a climber, like her mum; stubborn, like both her parents. We spend quite some time talking about song-writing. Sharleen starts a new notebook for each Texas album and fills it with ideas and lyrics. Sometimes she only needs one, sometimes three. Careful What You Wish For was a two-notebook LP. She has no formula for writing, and she'll always sacrifice a word for a melody.

But, well, bollocks to such serious talk! It's stripper-time! Off we go in search of a place where pecs are expected and the knackers hang free. The White Swan is legendary as being the place where Michael Barrymore came out; it's an old-school gay man's pub, rather than a metrosexual bar. Its Amateur Night has gained a bit of a reputation recently, as a night of laughter and never forgetting. We pull up outside and skip to the door. There's a sign that says "Men Only Tonight", but we are undeterred; after all, Sharleen is a "dykon'' in a boiler suit, and my shoes are certainly sensible. But a big, bald man stops us at entry. "No women," he says, shortly. Sharpen argues; her female friends have been in before. No luck. We try chatting up some arriving punters, to no avail. Sharleen doesn't resort to "do you know who I am?", but you'd think they would: she played the London Astoria's self-explanatory G-A-Y a week-and-a-half ago, and was recently featured in gay magazine Boyz. She tries again. The big, bald man says bigly, baldly: "Go away." Curses! Thwarted. "Goes to show that you can be as famous as you like and it's not a passport to everywhere," shrugs Sharpen. "Shall we go back to mine? I'll get my boyfriend to strip." We do; he, thankfully, doesn't. And, chat-chat-chatting in her big comfy kitchen, the plasma screen playing MTV with the sound down, Misty's toys strewn across the floor, you understand why Sharpen attracts cool people. It's hardly sensational but, the simple facts are: Sharpen Spiteri is talented, hilarious, and the sexiest night out you can have when everyone keeps their clothes on.

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