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So Close Yet So Far - Mingyu x Reader - Chapter 11 - What Happened Last Night...

Synopsis: Your college friend, Kim Mingyu, has had a grip on your heart since the first day you met. Over the past few years, as you acquired more friendships and memories, those feelings only grew. However, recently, Mingyu has seemed a bit more distant, at least when it comes to any ideas of romance. It only gets worse when rumors fly that he's off to Japan to receive a marriage proposal! Unsure what to do, you wonder how you can keep Mingyu by your side without jeopardizing your friendship or your growing feelings. You never expected that waking up one drunken morning next to two hot angels would be your ticket into Mingyu's heart.

Genre: Romance, College!AU, Friends to Lovers, Modern Fantasy, Comedy, Angsty

Length: approx. 5.9k words

Chapter 11 - What Happened Last Night

The entire kitchen onto the back patio was quiet, only able to share glances as they tried to make heads or tails of what was going on. You looked at Hoshi, who still seemed stunned to silence. Jihoon stepped closer, seemingly wanting to say more. However, Hoshi’s expression stopped him. Hoshi, unable to manage himself, simply pushed past Jihoon and headed up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. Jihoon looked in his direction, letting out a sigh.

“I expected that to happen.” He said softly. When he looked at you, he smiled. “Sorry.”

Before words escaped your mouth, two people were standing in front of you and Minnie. When you looked up, you saw Joshua and Jeonghan.

“What are you doinghere?” Joshua asked. You couldn’t see it from your spot, but a protective flare was burning in each of their eyes.

Jihoon smiled. “Nice to see you to, Hyung.” He smiled. “I was invited. That’s all.” Joshua and Jeonghan immediately turned to you, eyes wide in shock. It spooked you, and you stepped back.

“What?” you asked. You felt a hand on your back, and when you looked up, Mingyu was there.

“Where did you meet him?!” Jeonghan asked. You shrugged.

“I- I uhm.” Despite no reason to feel nervous, the almost angry expression they were giving you made you fall silent. “At the store when I got you snacks.” You finally managed to say. They looked back at Jihoon, who simply stood with his hands in his pockets, nodding his head to assure them your statement was correct. “What’s the problem?"

“The problem?!” Jeonghan sighed, shaking his head as he calmed his voice. “The problem is…”

“Hey.” A deep booming voice approached. You looked over, seeing that instead of Minnie, Mingyu was at your side. With the situation seemingly solved, the spooked persona he just had melted away so he could support you. He put a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t yell at her because you have beef with the guy…” The duo turned back to Jihoon, who stood unphased before them. Mingyu looked down at you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” You assured. “I don’t know what’s going on….”

“Why don’t you go find Hoshi? We’ll settle all of this.” He assured, giving your shoulder a supportive squeeze. You nodded.

“We got him.” Jeonghan said. Before anyone could question the abrupt statement, Joshua and Jeonghan approached Jihoon. He looked a bit stunned as the duo looped their arms through his, much as they usually do with you, and led him out the front door. You blinked, watching as Jihoon didn’t even fight back, matching his pace with the other two as they disappeared from sight.

“Okay…” Mingyu said. After a moment of standing in the kitchen, he turned to the rest of the crew. “Let’s go eat for now…” he shuffled everyone back outside. “Let them figure it out.” As the group returned to the patio, he turned to the stairs you had just raced up.

You quickly hurried towards the stairs, looking around for Hoshi. It didn’t take long to find him, as he sat right on the top of the stairs, hands raking through his hair over and over again. It seemed he was trying very hard not to cry. You immediately hurried up to him, finding a spot on the step below him. He caught your gaze, and his attempt to wipe his eyes only increased. “Ugh, sorry.” He said.

“Don’t be sorry. What happened?” you asked gently. “Do you know him?” Hoshi nodded, looking over at you. It was very unusual to see such a bright energy so distressed.

“Yeah. Remember that guy Seungkwan keeps teasing me about?” It seemed a chuckle felt natural at this point as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Him.”

“Oh.” You recalled the multiple ‘Hoshi’s boyfriend’ comment he has made in the past. “Is that him?” Hoshi nodded, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “I’m sorry, I-.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Hoshi said. “You didn’t know. When he and I stopped talking, I didn’t mention him anymore. You didn’t know who he was. It’s ok.” He chuckled a bit. “It’s just such a small world. I really was shocked when I saw him.”

“Heh. I said something similar when I first met him.” You commented. “He actually saw me at the café a few days before, after I met Mina. When I was sad, and tried to help me.”

“Really?” Hoshi seemed shocked. You only nodded.

“Want me to ask him to leave?”

“What?” Hoshi shook his head. “No. It’s your birthday, you should have who you want here.”

“But-.”

“It’s ok. I promise. I just didn’t expect to see him. It shocked me.” Hoshi nodded. “That’s all.” You watched Hoshi rise from his spot on the stairs, offering you a hand to help you up. You reached up, wiping the threat of his tears away as he laughed at you. “Oh jeez, I’m okay.” He shook his head. “I’m alright, promise. Let’s have a good time this weekend, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You sounded a bit unsure, patting his shoulder as the both of you headed down the stairs. He put his arm around you as well, seeming to need the comfort in the moment, which you had no problem providing.

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Meanwhile, Joshua and Jeonghan had managed to take Jihoon on the outside front porch, closing the door behind them. “Seriously, what are you doing here?” Joshua asked.

“I told you already. I got invited.” Jihoon said. “Does that shock you?”

“How did you just so happen to get invited to the party of the girl we’re in a contract with, Jihoon? It’s a bit suspicious.” Jihoon’s eyes widened, when a smirk formed on his face.

“You’re helping her? Oh man.” Jihoon laughed a bit. “I had no idea. Then again, I had no idea the ‘evil twins’ finally got their punishment. I don’t speak with any of our family much anymore.”

Joshua crossed his arms. “You can’t be here.” Jihoon laughed.

“What do you think I shake hands with the devil now?” He sneered. “I’m not going to do anything. She invited me. Why the hell would I want to interfere?” Joshua and Jeonghan looked at one another. “What? Oh. You think I want to watch you two end up like me? Stuck here?”

“That’s not going to happen.” Jeonghan said. Joshua pursed his lips together, forcing an agreed nod. Jihoon seemed to catch it, snickering to himself again.

“I’m not leaving.” He repeated simply, shrugging his shoulder. “Not unless she tells me to, anyway. So, are you going to be angelic and agree to a truce? A get-along period, if you will?” Again, Joshua and Jeonghan shared a glance with one another. “For her, if not for your brother.”

When neither of them responded, Jihoon simply nodded. The duo suddenly caught a look of hurt in their younger brother’s eyes as he diverted them to the sea. A quiet moment fell over the trio then, Joshua and Jeonghan sharing a side glance. Jihoon finally looked back at them, patting them both on the shoulders. “By the way, it was nice to see you.” He said, before making his way back inside the house, footsteps muffling the closer her got to the porch.

The duo shared a look of concern. “What should we do?” Joshua asked. Jeonghan shrugged.

“I never thought we’d run into him again. Much less, like this.” Jeonghan rubbed his hair, an exasperated sigh on his lips. “I thought this whole thing was supposed to be easy. I’m already exhausted from it.” Joshua patted his friend on the shoulder, the duo listening as everyone now rejoined on the balcony, the sound of Hoshi’s attempts to eagerly energize everyone again working as the group cheered at the sight of the food. The duo made their way inside, watching as Jihoon stood at the door to the patio, leaning against it with his arm crossed as he stared out at the rest of the crew. Joshua and Jeonghan stepped closer, Joshua putting a hand on Jihoon’s shoulder. He looked up at the taller duo.

“Just don’t start anything.” Jeonghan comment. Jihoon nodded his head, before being led by the duo to the food waiting on the table. Jihoon stood at your side, seeing you already making up a plate with sparkling eyes. Other than mutters about how delicious the food looked, silence lingered as everyone tried to figure out what to say. Hoshi took another drink from the cooler, popping it open and taking a sip. You sat beside him, plate in hand, as Jihoon plopped himself by the railing, resting his back against it with a few little scoops of the different options. Hoshi immediately avoided even staring his direction by looking at Seungkwan, the duo falling into a routine conversation.

You were sticking a bite of meat into your mouth when Mina sat beside you. You looked over, setting your chopsticks down. She seemed nervous.

“Are you okay?” she asked. The question confused you, and she seemed to be able to tell when she elaborated with: “That was a bit dramatic. You all looked so shaken up.” She motioned to Jihoon, who was resting against the balcony frame and eating quietly. “I’ve never seen Mingyu so scared.”

“Oh. It’s ok, I think. It seems they have a bit of history together. I didn’t know that.”

“Wow…” Mina said. “So, you inviting Jihoon seemed to stir up unwanted memories.” Guilt washed over you at her comment. She looked at Mingyu, who out of the kindness of his heart and the fact that he was hosting, approached Jihoon in an attempt to make some sort of conversation. He seemed a bit put off for a moment, but soon the duo fell into pretty simple first-time meeting conversation. “He’s so kind.” Mina smiled.

“Yeah.” You said gently, trying to brush off her last comment. “He is.”

“He’s been so excited to throw this party for you.” She said. “He’s worked hard for it.”

“I know. I’m grateful.” You assured. “Usually, we just all go out to eat, or spend the night at someone’s house. We drink and watch TV and play games until we all fall asleep. I appreciate those times, too…”

“I can imagine. I hope to be a part of those in the future.” You felt unsure about the context Mina was putting herself into these situations, but when she smiled at you, you had to smile back. “I heard he has a lot planned for you.”

“Yeah...”

“It must have been expensive for him to do.” Mina added.

“I…think he can afford it?” You cocked an eyebrow. Mina looked at you, nodding.

“He seems to think you deserve it.” She added, looking down at the food in her hands as she took another bite. You looked over to Joshua and Jeonghan, who were chatting amongst their food. Another moment of silence before Mina spoke again: “When we went to the café, did I say something to upset you?” In that moment, the entirety of that conversation came crashing into your heart like a tidal wave on the coast of the beach. You blinked, falling silent with no idea of how to respond to that. “I left in such a hurry but you looked so stunned. I only wanted to be honest. I’m so sorry if I upset you.”

“N-no.” was all you could sputter out. “It was just a shock, I guess.” You watched Mina smile a bit. Desperate to change the subject, you looked around: “Mingyu told me you had helped set some stuff up.”

“Yeah, but we were so busy all on the beach and unpacking and cooking yesterday time got away from us.” You nodded. “Seungkwan and Hoshi versed Mingyu and I in chicken. We totally beat them.” she laughed a bit. “So, we’re going to have everything ready for you when you wake up on your birthday.” Mina reached out, gently putting a hand on your arm. It seemed she had no intention of letting the original conversation end just yet. “I’m just glad to know that we’re on okay terms. I was worried but I didn’t know how to ask.” Mina slowly rose up. “I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?” When you motioned to the drink beside you, Mina nodded, before heading off to the cooler. Your eyes scanned the area as everyone continued simply eating and chatting amongst themselves. Joshua and Jeonghan were talking, constantly shooting looks at Jihoon as they seemingly discussed what to do. Minnie, Hoshi, and Seungkwan were all sitting together. With Mingyu trying to be a good host and talk to a hesitant Jihoon, that left you to simply people watch. As you continued eating and drinking, you hoped that within a few hours, drinks would help loosen people up and allow everyone to come together and start interacting again.

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“Dance, Kwannie! Dance, dance, dance!” Hoshi shouted in between claps. Loud music was blasting through the porch, alcohol and food loosening each person up just as you thought it would. You sat beside Mingyu, both of you clapping your hands and cheering him on as well. Seungkwan, cheeks red with a mixture of embarrassment and liquid courage, shuffled to the front of the group as one of his favorite songs began playing. He wasted no time breaking into the choreography, earning drunken laughter and cheers from the entire group. “Go, Kwannieeee!” Hoshi cheered.

You laughed, taking the last sip of your drink as you cheered your friend on. When you noticed you were finished, you looked over to the cooler that sat behind you. Just as you were about to get up, you felt a hand on your shoulder hold you down. Looking over, Mingyu offered you a smile before getting up. “I got it.” he said. He walked to the cooler, grabbing another drink and tossing it to you. He turned his attention to the rest of the crowd. “Who else before I sit down?”

“Me!” Minnie said, catching another.

“Me too!” Hoshi called with a grin. He caught his too.

“Me!” Seungkwan said, not once stopping his dance. When Mingyu mimicked the motion of throwing it, Seungkwan stumbled. “Woah, wait, wait!” he shouted. The panic in his voice made everyone laugh as Seungkwan hurried to Mingyu, taking the drink. Mingyu walked back over, sitting down on the log as Seungkwan pulled you and Minnie over front and center, you now being the one encouraged to bust a move to another song that began to play. Frantically, you tried to get out of it, pulling your arm back in drunken laughter as you were brought in front of everyone.

Mingyu looked at Joshua and Jeonghan, who were grinning and trying to encourage you to the front in order to complete the dance.

“No, no! Don’t encourage them!” You begged, the duo only laughing harder in their attempts to convince you. Mingyu smiled a bit, reaching back over to the cooler and grabbing two more drinks. He looked over to Joshua, who seemingly caught his attention as Jeonghan continued to get you up to dance, the song already starting.

“Want one?” he asked. Joshua shook his head.

“We don’t drink.” He said. Mingyu seemed shocked. “Thanks, though.”

“You don’t?” He asked. Joshua shook his head. “Wow. How come I never noticed?”

“We don’t go out drinking together.” He said simply. Mingyu nodded, setting the two drinks at his feet before reaching back into the cooler. He pulled out two sparkling waters, motioning them in his direction instead. Joshua looked up at Mingyu for a second, before taking them into his hands. “Thanks.” He said.

Jihoon walked over, catching both Mingyu and Joshua’s attention. “May I?” He asked. Mingyu quickly passed one of the beers to Jihoon, and with a quick thank you, he popped it open and took a long sip. Joshua’s eyes went wide as he turned his view from the black-haired individual. Mingyu, unphased, looked back over to you as you finally readied yourself to dance at the start of the second chorus. He smiled, clapping his hands.

“Let’s go!” He said in between laughs. You gave him a shy smile, stumbling as you tried again to steady yourself, the drinks seeming to hit you as well. Joshua handed one of the waters to Jeonghan, before shooting another quick glance to Mingyu as words he himself uttered in the recent few weeks played back in his mind.

I don’t even know what she sees in you.

Joshua put the drink to his lips immediately in an attempt to distract himself from that absolutely selfish thought. As the second chorus erupted out of the speakers, you, Seungkwan and Minnie broke into the most unsynchronized dance moves seem thus far, and again, the entire porch erupted into laughter. Hoshi leaned forward, holding his stomach as he cackled in glee. Jeonghan covered his mouth in amused laughter, and Mina did something similar, turning her head a bit to try and collect herself. Mingyu continued clapping his hands in between laughter. “YEAAAA! GO, GO, GO!” He continued to cheer. When he started belting the lyrics, both you and Minnie fell to the floor, unable to contain your laughter.

“Stop singing, oh God!” you laughed, before quickly coughing for a second to catch your breath. Joshua laughed a bit to himself as well, setting the water on his lap and watching as the both of you tried to stand up and rejoin Seungkwan, who was drunkenly yelling.

“Are you serious!? We practiced!”

“No, we fucking didn’t!” Minnie said, holding your arm to contain her laughter.

“Yes, we did! Taste that PINK VENOM! Taste that PINK VENOM!” Seungkwan shouted, only allowing the two of you to start laughing harder. “I can’t believe I’m left ALONE!” Beyond the laughter, you looked to your small yet very enthused audience. Your eye fell to Mina, who had her phone scanning the rest of the crowd, including you. It seemed she was watching the entire event from her camera. Immediately, you called her name.

“Mina.” Her eyes snapped up, flustered as if she was caught doing something naughty. You smiled, offering a peace sign in her direction. “At least get my good side, please.” Her nervous frown tilted up a bit, nodding as she angled her camera. Seungkwan pushed through, offering to guide the both of you through the rest of the song as you continued to laugh uncontrollably.

As the song came to an end, you plopped yourself down in between Joshua and Mingyu, taking a second to catch your breath. Joshua gripped his water, his instinct saying to pass it over. However, he stopped himself when Mingyu handed you one first, earning a quick thank you as you took a sip of it. Joshua smiled a bit. That smile quickly ended, however, when you turned to him.

“Your turn.” You beamed. Joshua’s confused gaze was matched by Jeonghan’s, but you only smiled more, repeating: “You’re turn.”

“…What?” They asked.

Not wanting to go for third time being the charm, you simply motioned to the make-shift stage in front of them. “I had to do it. Now let’s see what you got.” The entire group start cheering their names, some of it being slurred together amongst one another the more they drank. Joshua and Jeonghan shared a glance.

“No.” they said. A pout which seemed to only alter Joshua’s expression formed on your face.

“Please.” You said. You took another sip of your drink, stumbling behind them. With a gentle – at least you thought it was – push up to the front, the both of them looked around at their small, and very drunk audience. “It’ll be fun!”

“Go Shua-Hyung! Go Jeonghan-Hyung!” Hoshi cheered. Seungkwan immediately began the chant, and Mingyu was not far behind. The both of them looked at Jihoon, who had an amused grin on his face as he motioned to them to start.

“Can we play a ballad at least?” Joshua asked. Minnie snorted. “I think we’re more vocally suited to a-.”

“Are you fucking kidding?” She asked. “No way. Play something that has a lot of ass-shaking.”

“WHAT?!” Both angels shouted among the sound of cackling hyenas around them.

“Play something everyone knows. You two should know some popular music, right?” You said. Grabbing Seungkwan’s phone, the one who controlled the music, you skimmed through the options until you finally landed on a pretty well-known pop song. As it began playing, Mingyu scoffed.

“Seungkwan do you only have girl groups on your playlist?”

“AND WHAT IF I DO?!” Seungkwan laughed as he got out of his seat, playfully waving a threatening fist. Mingyu laughed more, amused by Seungkwan’s drunken attempts to be threatening, before everyone turned to the duo. Hoshi sat Seungkwan back down, a deep belly laugh behind the rim of his half-empty bottle. Joshua and Jeonghan looked at one another, Jeonghan shrugging.

“Come on. You guys did so good at karaoke last time!” Minnie called. Jihoon’s eyebrows raised in surprise at the comment.

“Karaoke?” He called.

“Don’t ask.” Jeonghan begged, but Jihoon only laughed. Finally, the chorus dropped, and Joshua once again completely straight face, began busting a very dramatic move that in no way matched to the beat of the song. Jeonghan tried to copy his movements, though with not nearly enough gusto, and he immediately turned his head, covering his mouth at his friend’s antics. The entire porch once again roared in laughter at the sight before them. Jihoon clapped his hands, amused at the sight before him.

You immediately turned to Jihoon, grinning. “You’re next, Jihoon!” you said.

Jihoon caught sight of Hoshi looking in his direction as you called out to him. He scoffed, shaking his head.

“No thanks.” he said. However, he had no intention of giving in to your pout. It did not faze him in the slightest. It was the grin in his peripheral that he couldn’t bear to look at.

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The sun was long asleep, the moon taking its place for hours when you all finally decided it was time to go to sleep yourselves. As everyone made their way inside, their bellies full and their heads swimming, you rested back on the couch outside, looking up at the night sky. The stars were splattered paint drops across the sky, your eyes trying to find the different constellations that were painted because of their perfect placement. It was hard when you were still pretty drunk, and starting to fall asleep. The sound of your name caused you to tilt your head, seeing a blurry figure beside you. It was Josuha, smiling in amusement.

“You’re not sleeping out here, are you?”

“Mmm, no I don’t think so.” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I’m hoping to sober up before going to bed.”

“Ah.” Joshua sat down beside you. “I’ll wait with you then.”

Your eyes were already closing as sleep threatened you. “Okay.” You looked back up at the sky, letting out a deep sigh.

Joshua leaned forward, poking you in the cheek like the button on the back of a toy, the sound being a string of gargled giggles. It made Joshua smile. “Are you still drunk?”

Another giggle alerted Joshua to the answer. Maybe it was also the half-closed eyes as you spoke to the blurry figure beside you. Joshua figured he had to keep talking to keep you awake. “I had fun today.” Joshua said. You nodded; eyes half-lidded. “We keep each other entertained back home in similar ways. I think Jeonghan and I overdid it too much though. Hence why we’re here…” When he did not get a response, he looked over to you again. Immediately he saw your eyes closed as you rested your head in your hand. Joshua watched patiently as your chest rose and fell with every gentle breath you took. He reached forward, steadying you just when your body squirmed a bit in its spot. Brushing some hair behind your ear, he sat his back against the couch again. The nighttime sounds of leaves rustling in the summer breeze seemed to match in harmony with your soft, slightly staggered breathing after a while. Joshua continued to study your sleeping form, your hair strands almost getting whisked away in the breeze but you were to drunk and asleep to care. “You really are causing me a lot of trouble, hm?” he mumbled to himself, turning his body to face you completely. “I didn’t expect this…”

A sudden groan from your throat made Joshua’s blood run cold, eyes wide. Like a deer in headlights, he waited still as a few more gurgles rumbled through your mouth. It was as if your body was deciding if it wanted to wake up right now. Deciding it should, your eyes fluttered open, tucked away behind heavy eyelids and thick lashes. You still looked drunk, despite your small nap. “Hey.” He said softly, reaching out to put a hand on your arm. “We should get you to sleep…”

“Mhm…” you mumbled. You saw the figure before you rise from his seat, and your breath caught in your throat, his touch on your arm slowly slipping away. “Wait.” he stopped when you reached out, entangling his fingers in yours. Despite still feeling tipsy, you managed to slur out: “Will you forget about me when you leave?” Joshua looked in your direction, confused. Your eyes were shaky, but they stared directly at Joshua with each word that left your lips.

“Huh?” he managed to choke out, though it was forced.

“You do so much for me all the time. What will I do when you leave?”

A soft smile. “I’m sure you’ll be just fine.” Joshua assured. “The point is for me to leave.”

Your brows furrowed. “Point? No. The point is to stay here with me. That’s what I want…I won’t ever see you again if you leave. Promise you won’t….”

Joshua smiled, sitting back at your side. He could feel the warmth of your fingers intertwined with his like a little spider’s web, leaving him trapped at your side for the time being. “If you keep talking like that, you’re going to make me not want to leave.” The minute that left his mouth, he bit his tongue, mentally cursing himself. You looked over at him, a lopsided smile forming on your face.

“You won’t leave?” You asked. Joshua blinked. He was confused by the entire situation, quiet until he figured out the right thing to say. Your eyes were still slightly half-lidded as you tried your best to turn your entire body towards him. When your body swayed like it was on a boat, Joshua reached out and grabbed your shoulders, steadying you. He blinked, watching as your head lolled around for a second before finally looking up in his direction. Despite having those glossy eyes filled with tired drunkenness, he couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed.

Come back to us. He heard Seungcheol’s voice in the back of his head.

If Hyung says he won’t do anything, then he won’t. Seokmin’s eager optimism pierced his ears like daggers.

“We should get you to bed.” He sputtered quickly, reverting back to his original statement. You nodded, taking hold of his arms gently. Joshua fought his feelings of embarrassment as he helped you stand up. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his torso. “Eh, uh. Wait a minute. What are you-?”

“When are you going to finally tell me you love me?”

Joshua’s eyes widened. “Wha-?”

“Because I totally feel the same.” You jerked your neck up towards Joshua, a drunken grin still on your face. The both of you stood in silence for what felt like eons. Joshua stammered for something to say, his cheeks flushing a dark red he had no idea he could even experience. Your hands reached from their spot on his back, pressing his cheeks together like playdoh and causing his lips to pucker out just a bit. “Totally.”

The two of you stood there for another silent minute. Joshua eyed you, wondering if you could feel how hot his cheeks were getting with your hands stuck to him like glue. When the door behind them opened, Joshua sighed in relief. An angel had come to save him.

Well, an angel came, but when Joshua saw Jeonghan walk to his side, his expression showed he was probably in more danger now that he was a few seconds ago. His friend didn’t even look at him beyond a very disapproving look, before reaching out and gently taking you into his arms.

“Let’s get you to bed.” Jeonghan cooed softly. You groaned in annoyance as Jeonghan took you from Joshua’s grasp. Jeonghan rubbed your arm. “You’re going to end up with the worst hangover. I have water for you.”

“Alright, fine.” You said, taking the bottle that was offered to you. You looked over at Joshua once more, smiling. “Night, Mingyu. I had fun today.” You said. Joshua blinked.

“What?” Joshua looked at you as you were led inside the house by Jeonghan, who made sure to tell you that was not in fact Mingyu, but Joshua. As Joshua walked towards the door, he heard you gasp in shock.

“Oh. I think I just confessed my love to him then.” Joshua heard Jeonghan laugh a bit, the nervousness in his voice obvious.

“That’s great practice for the real thing, then.” He assured, before the both of you disappeared up the stairs. Joshua closed the screen door, a very labored and stressed breath escaping his lips. He ran his hand in his hair, tangling it in the strands as he paced the kitchen. Just then, he heard a voice from the large kitchen table.

“That was almost romantic.” When he looked over, he saw Jihoon stand up from the table, crossing his arms. “If it wasn’t the most stupid fucking thing I have ever seen.”

Joshua scoffed, shaking his head. “Mind your business, please.” He demanded.

“Then don’t have your little love confession on a balcony in front of a window, dummy.” He sneered. Joshua groaned, leaving the conversation before it continue as he walked away. Jihoon crossed his arms, shaking his head. “Idiot…”

Jeonghan helped you into your bed, pulling the comforter to allow you room to crawl inside. As you nestled into the sheets, feeling the comforter overtake you, you looked at him. You were still half-awake, rubbing your eyes. “Did I just tell Joshua I loved him for real?”

Jeonghan looked at you. “Maybe.” He said softly. “Don’t worry about it, okay? He knows you meant it for Mingyu.”

“Okay. I wouldn’t want to make him upset with me.” You said. Jeonghan smiled softly, lying you down and covering you.

"He’s not.”

“Okay. Thanks for being so good to me.” You hummed, nestling into your pillow.

“Of course.” He said. “Now, get some sleep. Snap if you need anything.”

“How do I do that, again?” you asked, setting your hand beside your head and pressing your thumb and index finger together. Jeonghan laughed a bit, taking your hand and setting it back under the blanket. Your eyes fluttered closed after a few moments, and Jeonghan quietly tiptoed out, closing your door just enough not to disturb you. Once alone, a groan of annoyance slipped passed his lips.

“Perfect. This is perfect.” As if on cue, Joshua headed up the steps, the duo looking at one another in silence. Jeonghan sighed. “Jisoo-.”

“Don’t start. I didn’t say anything.” He said. “She thought I was Mingyu.”

“You’re lucky.” A pause, before Jeonghan finally asked. “When did this whole thing start?”

Joshua went silent for a moment. His mind fell back to everything about you. The stunned expression you gave him bundled in your covers when you both first met, the way you smiled when he offered you banana milk. The way you listened behind drying tears as he comforted you with stories of America. The way you curled into his chest as you sobbed in the cafe, as if only he could be the one to squeeze the worries out of you completely. But, though he wasn’t, the feelings never left. “I really don’t know how this happened.” he said softly.

Sensing Joshua’s sincerity, Jeonghan’s furrowed brows softened. “Well. You got lucky. Anyways, I’m going to bed. Babysitting a handful of drunk college students feels like I’ve been sent to the first layer of hell.” Joshua forced a laugh as the both of them headed to their room, hoping to put the entire night behind them.

🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶So Close Yet So Far🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶🐶

The next morning, Hoshi staggered out of bed. His head was pounding a bit, and he groaned Morning was just trickling in behind the pulled curtains, only beginning to worsen his headache. “Ugh. Coffee.” He grumbled to himself as he headed down the stairs. It seemed most of the house was still asleep, the sound of deep snores emanating from each room he passed by. Only the sound of his footsteps was enough to overpower that noise, as he made no attempt to quiet them. As Hoshi turned into the kitchen, however, coffee immediately filled his nose. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, before he looked ahead to see Woozi standing at the oven. It seemed he was flipping some pancakes, unaware that anyone was entering until he heard footsteps. When he looked over, Woozi blinked. His hair was tugged up into a little mini bun.

“Good morning.” He said.

Hoshi offered a hesitant “…Morning.” He walked into the kitchen, turning to the fridge and quickly opening it. He crouched down, scanning the contents. The cold air from the fridge blew on his face, but despite it, he refused to close the door. Woozi was behind it, and he didn’t want to look at him right now. Footsteps were heard, but Hoshi refused to close the door. When he heard a cough, he turned his head, and Woozi was standing right there.

“Can I get the milk? Coffee is almost done.” Hoshi grabbed the handle, handing it to him with a brief ‘thank you’. Woozi simply walked back to the pot, setting the milk down beside it. “Hungry? These are almost done and I don’t know if anyone else if going to wake up in this century.”

“No, I’m okay.” Hoshi said softly, finally standing up and closing the fridge door. Woozi chewed on his lower lip, nodding his head. “I’m going to sit outside.” Without another word, Hoshi made his way to the balcony. Woozi stared at the pancakes sizzling under him for a second, listening as the footsteps behind him staggered towards the back door. When he looked over again, he finally spoke up.

“Hoshi.” Hoshi stopped, gripping the wall. He looked over his shoulder at the black-haired man in the kitchen. After a moment of trying to find the right words to say, Woozi sighed. “I’m sorry.” Was all he could force out.

Hoshi’s eyes seemed to squint a bit, as if he was going to hold back tears. He didn’t reply right away, he didn’t smile. Woozi, in that moment, wanted to curl up and die. He wished he was dragged to hell on that fateful day, it would have been a more merciful end to him than being left to wonder the same earth as him.

Hoshi opened the door and stepped out, only muttering a distant: “Okay.”

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miracles-and-butterflies · 3 months

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A little continuation of Heartstopper with Marcmilo because it is just sat in my drafts and getting in the way. I also feel the need to remind people that this AU still exists.

“It worked!”

Marco had barely opened the front door before Camilo had barged his way in, suddenly his arms full of his boyfriend. He stumbled back into the corridor, knocking one or two items off the shelf behind him as he tried bracing himself against the wall for support. Camilo didn’t seem to notice or overly care, soon enough he was bouncing around again with all the excitement of a child on Christmas.

“It worked! It worked! It worked!” He cheered. “Ha! And you thought that my idea was stupid!”

“What? Stealing your sister’s portion at breakfast?”

“Nah, that’s one of my best ideas. I’m a growing boy, I need my food.”

“Stealing your cousin’s makeup again?”

“I mean, it’s not like Bela knows I’m the one who has her eyeshadow palette. I saw her accusing Luisa of stealing it before I left. It was really funny actually—”

“Then what are you talking about?” Marco finally interrupted.

As much as he loved his boyfriend, he would be the first to tell anyone that Camilo was a very, very, very talkative person. Maybe more than anyone else he has ever met. If they continued on like this, it would soon be time for Camilo to get the bus home and it would waste their entire afternoon.

And he would never hear about whatever made his boyfriend so exited. Which means they would probably be doing the same song and dance again when the next week of school started.

“The music room thing, duh!” Camilo explained dramatically. He wandered into the living room and flopped down on the sofa. “Locking Moana and Mirabel in there. I told you, those romcoms know what they’re doing. OMG! We should totally lock ourselves in a room at some point!!”

“You mean like an escape room?” He asked.

“Why not? We should do one together! It could be a double date!” He threw his arms up. “Hell, maybe even a huge group date, if we ask the others!”

Marco just chuckled, settling down beside him. “You’d give up within a minute, Mimi.”

“But I’d enjoy messing around in there, Coconut. And watching my super smart boyfriend solving all the problems in there!”

“Wait, how do you know this worked at all?” Marco questioned, shaking himself from the light-heartened discussion. “Isn’t Mo still on that school trip? And I’m assuming that Mirabel hasn’t told you anything.”

Camilo nodded, “Yep. Scowls at me every meal time. Honestly, what did I do to her?”

“You did lock her in a room,” Marco reminded.

“Yeah, but she got a girlfriend out of it! That’s more than she’s ever done for me. And not just any old girlfriend, our own amazing Mo! I always knew they’d be good together.” He paused, his smug smile dropping from his face. “Fuck! I should have taken Hiro’s bet on it, I could have won so much money! And then I could have bought us those theatre tickets.”

“I’m sure we’ll go to the theatre over the summer.” Marco pulled him into a hug gently.

“It won’t be the same,” Camilo whined.

They say like that for a moment, perfectly content. It was rare for Camilo to be this still and Marco really should have taken advantage and enjoyed this quiet moment, but he couldn’t keep his mind focused. He was still puzzled about the whole music room incident.

“What’s wrong?” Camilo pulled away to look at him better. “Did you forget to do your homework for tomorrow?” He guessed. “It’s okay, I haven’t done homework in years. The teachers can’t do anything about it.”

“No, I have, it’s just… I’m still confused about all this.” He muttered. “I didn’t think it would work.”

Camilo leaned over, batting his eyes, “Aren’t ya proud of me for being right? Aren’t ya impressed?”

“Can you finish explaining? How do you know?” He prompted. Then raised an eyebrow at Camilo. “This isn’t some dream you’ve had that Dolores has convinced you is real, as some form of revenge again, is it?”

“Nope! I have proof, actually!”

Camilo quickly shrugged off his bag and dumped it on the floor. Marco sat, still rather unconvinced, as Camilo fiddled with the zip and pulled it loose, pulling out his phone. Within seconds, he pulled up a photograph he had taken of another phone lying on the Madrigals’ kitchen table.

The photo itself was horribly blurry, but Marco could just about make it out. The phone was turned on to its home screen - one of the standard wallpapers in some bluish colour, displaying the time and date in white text. There was a string of new notification bars popped up, messages from a person named “💝”, planning what sounded an awful lot like a date. And the previous messages seemingly referenced an “incident” that happened on Thursday evening - the same night Camilo had locked Mirabel and Moana in the music room.

He scratched the back of his head, almost in disbelief at what he was seeing, “You sure it’s Mirabel’s phone? I can’t imagine she’d leave it, unattended, somewhere you could get at it.”

“Eh, probably true.” Camilo shrugged, switching his phone off. “But no. I mean, she left it on the table, too busy trying to convince Luisa to not make herself another cup of coffee. I had only snuck in for some coconut milkshake, like the cool kid I am, and saw it buzzing. And when I saw the heart emoji… I just knew. It’s like I have sixth sense—”

“Yeah, don’t start quoting Mean Girls again.”

“Aww, but I’m so good at it!!”

#encanto #encanto heartstopper au #my writing #camilo madrigal #mirabel madrigal #marco osma #moana waialiki #hiro hamada #camilo x marco

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distortedwhite · 9 months

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sits down. hello enstarries i'm here to let everyone know the worst experience i've ever had with game account recovery. literally even aichuu was easier than whatever this fuckery is

(tweeter thread)

let me provide a little backstory first. everyone here knows i Love enstars—jpstars specifically. i grew up playing !-era enbasic, am still playing !!-era enbasic, and play the japanese version of enmusic as well. when engstars first released i gave it a try, got bigbang subaru and conquest hiyori, somehow became a vice prez for the society i'm in (and still get to mod for even months after quitting engstars. if anyone here needs an active society, contact me or toribuns on tweeter :DDD), got link click kouchan and mika... i was pretty happy with my account.

however, i quickly lost interest in engstars, since jpstars is my one and only love LOL but i kept engstars on my phone in case i wanted to return to it. and i did return to it! i played the campaign that ran during the secret swan gacha just to see if i could get natsume (i didn't ftr www)

and back i went to ignoring engstars for 476534 years. and that's where my personal problem arises. you see, i never linked my account to a tweeter acc, or google acc, or email, or whatever. my thought process was like "why would i need to do that? i still have engstars on my phone, and it isn't gonna randomly kick me from my own account right. RIGHT???" but that's precisely what happened. i opened engstars because i needed some info from the new spotlight event for the wiki, only to see engstars just kicked me out.

ofc i go "OH SHIT. I never linked my acc to anything." so i check support and they don't have Anything on account recovery. but they Do have something on data transfer :D it requires me to have a new engstars account in order for them to do the transfer, so i make a new account. and let me just tell you. fuck the engstars tutorial. legitimately, fuck the engstars tutorial.

after 4753835 years i escape tutorial containment and fill out the rest of the support form, which included your typical "lost account" miseries. ("how the fuck am i supposed to know what my rank is. HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW ANYTHING......") eventually i do manage to fill the form and send it off. waiting game.

(also i still cannot believe engstars is an Official thing. it feels so fanmade and unprofessional. typos and spacing issues, And the app won't even let me scroll down further to read whatever it says on the second screenshot. i assume it says "Problem solving in progress" but me not able to scroll down in order to read it is bad design)

a day later—which, kudos to engstars support team, i did not expect them to only take a day—i receive a response saying they did find my account! but they also said my account was linked to a tweeter account that doesn't match the one my new engstars account—yknow, the one that they needed me to make to transfer data—is linked to.

i was pretty surprised because damn i had no idea my account was actually connected to something but okay! engstars support wanted me to switch tweeter accounts in order for me to do some.... authorization... things... seriously i can't read their response. revoking my kudos because i'd rather have a legible response than a quick one

ANYWAY i try...??? to log in with a different tweeter account, but engstars won't let me, so i go directly into tweeter and revoke engstars access permissions. and after that? i expected to get back to the tweeter log in screen, but instead engstars won't even give me that, telling me that the login failed after tapping the "Login with Twitter" button.

guys i'm so tired. but i'm doing my best. link click kouchan. i go clear app data for engstars, and after opening the app again, the support ticket i got was still there which is nice. i also get the tweeter log in screen again, nice. i also don't even get to log in because whatever browser engstars is using, it doesn't have javascript enabled so tweeter doesn't do anything :)))) i have to back out of the page, bringing me back to engstars and the, by now, very familiar "login failed" pop-up

that's where the story more or less ends? pauses? someone on the wiki server suggested to try login on the pc version so i let it do its downloading thing while i sat here writing this LOL it's done now. time to try that.

forgot the password for the account i was trying to get into DSGHSJDG anyway tweeter blocked my attempts because i had too many wrong ones. how long does it take until i can try again. whatever i'll end this post here... tell all your friends to keep your accounts safe because this is an absolute shitshow.

#ran talks nonsense #enstars #engstars #ensemble stars

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destinygoldenstar · 8 months

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Chapter 5 Daily Life Preview (Total Drama Danganronpa Island)

*FLASH*

One second I was asleep, the next I was screaming and running to my parents room.

I threw open the door and screamed incoherently. They both jumped awake quickly, both with pissed off faces.

"Jesus Christ Duncan, you gotta get over this..." I heard my dad groan with hands over his face.

I didn't care. I swiftly climbed on the bed to cuddle up with mom. She rubbed my back to try and calm me down.

"He's nine years old." Dad objected.

"He's scared." Mom snapped back, hugging me tighter.

"You can't baby him forever..." Dad argued tiredly.

At least when they were tired, they didn't argue as harshly.

I was scared of a lot of things. The dark. Isolation. Thunder and lightning. It was the one downside of having my own room.

So I liked to cuddle up with people. Particularly my mom. She was soft and gentle. She was delicate and supportive. I just assumed that it was second nature for women.

While that thought process doesn't hold up now, I still think that way towards my mom specifically. Even after the disownment.

She kissed my forehead before the phone on her nightstand went off.

Still tired, she groaned, "Ugh, who's calling me at 2 A.M?"

She picked up the phone and gently placed me on the bed. Then she steps out of the room. "Yes, hello? Station?"

I wasn't surprised. They're cops. Cops have night duties and can get called in.

The only problem was now it was just me and my dad. I nervously looked at him. He had his arms crossed sitting up on the bed. For a second, he gazed at me.

He sighed. He loosened up. "Duncan... I don't mean to be harsh or think there's something wrong with you, okay? I'm just... I just want to help you out-and I-I don't-" He stuttered and breathed to process what he wanted to say. "Growing up is something we all need to do. I had to."

That interested me. "You... you did?"

He crossed his legs. He decided to tell me. "You know Nona, on your mother's side?"

I nodded.

"My Nona had a brother. He was a detective in the cop branch. Solved a lot of murders, criminal cases... he was also named Duncan."

I never met him. But at least I knew where my name came from.

"You're not gonna meet him cause he's gone..." Dad explained. His eyes shook a little when he said it. "He was trying to solve an arson case... died in the fire. The building left a ton of surviving people homeless... I was one of them..."

I hugged myself. I asked, "The person who caused the fire... were they bad?"

He nodded. "Very."

I asked, trying not to cry, "Am I bad...? Am I a bad boy...?"

He whipped his head towards me in shock. "No! Of course not!! Those bad people cause fires on purpose to hurt people and break things. You would never do that."

"Then why is everyone saying I am?? Why else would I be punished??" I felt a tear streak fall down my face.

Unlike mom, dad didn't approach me or hug me. He stayed there and silently let me deal with it alone.

"Not every cop is an expert at being strong. Not every cop has big muscular arms and lift things. There's people at the desk, there's people who file parking tickets, there's, again, detectives. There's a lot of options. Your coach is just one of those strongmen people, so he's just using his experience. He doesn't get that it doesn't apply to everyone. So maybe you could try something less-strength orient-"

*FLASH*

I screamed again, scrambling to my dad, trying to hug him. I needed that comfort, otherwise the lightning could bolt through the roof and on me!

But he didn't hug me. He pushed me away.

He made it clear, "But if you want to grow up, you have to be stronger than this."

I whimpered. I wanted a hug. I wanted to feel safe. I couldn't feel safe without it. I was still shaking.

"Strength comes from this." He put a fist on his chest. "This is your strength. If you want to stop bad people, you can't let them know you're scared. They can use that. They can tear you up if they know that. You can tear yourself up."

I still shook in place, curled up. I let out a soft, almost mute, "It hurts..."

"Don't show that pain." He told me. "Don't show fear. Don't let them know how weak you are. The moment they know who you are, you lose."

Was that a quote to tell myself to be tough?

"Just keep telling yourself that. It worked for me when I was in therapy." He said. "Don't show pain. Don't show fear. Don't show weakness. You do, you lose."

I slowly tried to sit up and face him. I wanted to prove him right. I wanted to figure out how to stop being scared. I could be tough. I could be who he wanted me to be.

"There you go." He said proudly.

I still couldn't face him. "If I face bad people... will I know what to do?"

He nodded yes. "They're pretty easy to spot. You know boys your age, and into teen years, they take a lot of paths. Some aren't the best ones. But good boys will follow all the rules, do everything for their loved ones, they'll put up a fight to protect people. Bad boys have no empathy. No decency. No morality in their hearts at all. They just want to do whatever they want. And they only hurt people. They hurt everyone they come across. They use people for their own gain, they burn stuff and steal stuff for fun, they are maniacal... it's why we lock them up. They deserve the punishment. You know you're a bad boy if you truly decide you're capable of committing crimes like that and have fun doing it. So you tell me, son... are you a bad boy?"

I looked him in the eye. "No, sir."

That was the first thing I could say with confidence. I was not a bad boy. Those people were awful. Those people deserved all the hatred. Those people deserved all the punishment.

My dad said himself it was purely a black and white issue. Therefore, it must be.

After all, the killing game now treated it as such.

He put a hand on my shoulder and finally smiled at me. "You're gonna be okay. You'll get there. May take a long time, but you'll get there."

I nodded to him.

Then mom came back in. "Okay, so it wasn't a call in, it was a file I forgot to turn in, so I still need to go real quick. Duncan, I'm sorry-"

"He's fine." Dad said. "He's actually gonna go back to bed right now."

I was?

He gave me a soft nod, silently making that an order.

"Y-yeah." I decided to obey the order. "Goodnight mom."

I didn't say anything else. I left their room and went back to mine.

The moment I shut the door, another FLASH came in.

I ran into my blankets to hide.

Don't show that pain. Don't show fear. Don't let them know how weak you are. The moment they know who you are, you lose.

Saying that over and over again in my head helped me calm down faster than I usually did.

I stayed buried in the blankets, trapping myself.

I could prove it to dad. I could keep my word. I was not a bad boy. Everyone was wrong.

I was a good kid.

I could figure it out.

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Readers of TDDRI might pick up on a few things here. Especially regarding the POV character.

Chapter 5 Daily Life is going nicely. But I'm not quite ready to release it yet. That's because I'm not satisfied with the emotion coming across yet. There isn't one specific emotion I'm aiming for with this chapter, it's multiple.

Despair, happiness, anger, devastation, betrayal, terror, satisfaction, justice, all in one moment in the Daily Life (not this).

Just outlining that part alone made me sick to my stomach just thinking of it. And that's applied to every draft I've done of that part. It's in a good way, so you know, I'm not physically sick writing or anything, but I feel like I know I have to get this just right or I'm going to be disappointed in myself.

So... while you wait, here's an ad preview of some Duncan backstory. Honestly, I wished I put this Duncan backstory sooner in the fic. But at least I got around to it now, where it can seem appropriate. There's nothing revealed about the present plot in this bit, so I don't feel the need to put a spoiler warning here.

#total drama #danganronpa #total drama danganronpa island #td duncan

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sailorastera · 1 year

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A story about my very bad tech day...

I have a Rollo thermal printer for labels.

Today when I went to print ~30 labels the printer printing ONE label (the first) and then spit out the other pages blank.

Every time I put a new label in after that, it would print the first label again.

I restarted the printer and the computer.

I uninstalled and reinstalled the printer drivers.

I try a different USB port.

I tried to recalibrate the printer. It didn’t recalibrate properly.

Turning off the printer, clearing the print queue, and turning it back on again stopped it from printing the same label over and over again. BUT when I go to print more labels it prints the first one and then proceeds to spit the rest out blank. The process repeats.

I call Rollo. They walk me through support. They can see it’s not calibrating right. They check ALL my settings and do a ton of tests. They install A DIFFERENT DRIVER. They say they are stumped and will escalate the ticket.

My friend down the street has a DIFFERENT printer. She says, “Borrow mine! So you can keep working!” I drive over and get the printer, the USB, and power brick. I’m feeling very good about myself. I think my day will improve.

I install her printer’s driver. I set it all up. I confidently print my 40 labels.

It does the same thing.

I move everything to ANOTHER LAPTOP. I log into my account and try to print the labels on my friend’s printer. IT DOES THE SAME THING.

I open a text doc and keyboard smash for a few pages then try to print that.

IT DOES THE SAME THING.

It prints page one and then spits out blanks. If I put another label in without restarting the printer it prints Page 1 again then spits out blanks. If I turn everything off and back on again I can print ONE (1) label at a time but it will always and only print that label until I turn it all off again.

This happens the same way on two different computers, with two different BRANDS of printers, using two different USB cords and bricks, USING TWO DIFFERENT PROGRAMS TO PRINT FROM. The only common denominator left is Windows so when my husband is done work I'm going to try this on his Linux machine.

Honestly I am just impressed at this point that I've wasted a WHOLE day on a seemingly impossible to solve problem.

#rollo printer #printers are evil #tech problems

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cyberthot666 · 2 months

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just had such a bullshit shift. ok it wasn’t that bad but a couple things pissed me off. first of all there’s this woman who mind you, is GROWN. she’s prob at least late 40s. and she’s a server and not only does she act like a pick me bitch but she also tries to micro manage everyone when she’s not even a manager to begin with. she’s been rude to me ever since I started. they hired me while she was gone on vacation and everyone was really nice to me & she came back and didn’t even speak to me unless it was to critique me over something stupid. so usually I just brush it off. like whatever. it’s giving trump supporter too so idgaf what she has to say. but we got SLAMMED today and it was just me & one person on grill and no dishwasher. so me & the guy on grill are busting our asses and this bitch won’t shut up like “DO WE HAVE ____ DOWN” do we have this down, do we have that down. like SHUT UP. it’s coming. give us a fucking minute. and I put an LTOP on this chicken sandwich, as I was trained to do. they told me every sandwich gets an LTOP unless the ticket states otherwise. this bih is gonna stand right across from me and mumble “so I guess we’re just assuming now” I said “what was that??” and this sweet little older lady who pickme had already bitched at earlier explained “oh we were just talking about the LTOP” and I was like “oh okay, so that was how I was trained to add them unless the ticket says otherwise” and then grown ass pickme micromanger goes “before you it was the opposite” I said okie dokie ☺️ like what do you want me to do about that. so anyway, when I didn’t have any tickets I was helping on dishes which is honestly really easy. you load up the washer and then put them away when they come out clean. MID rush this guy who I thought was chill this whole time I heard him bitching to one of the higher ups that “she’s a COOK she doesn’t know how to do dishes, so & so knows where this shit goes” bc I put some tongs & a ladle in the utensil tubs instead of hanging them up right above it 💀 and I was standing right there too so I turned around and just looked at him. I said ok wait til after the shift and I’ll come find him & ask if he’s good cause I’m a very confrontational person if there’s a problem we’re gonna solve it, I don’t do that passive aggressive shit. mf left before I could say anything. I didn’t even help prep anything extra for the next shift I just cleaned up and dipped. didn’t even tell anyone bye.

#restaurant life #bs #drama #t #work

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dronebetter · 6 months

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>be the afternoon before I was to leave for home over Easter

>recall that my smartphone doesn't draw power from its cable

>assume this to be a problem with the smartphone

>remember a friend telling me that the library has many smartphone chargers, including wireless ones

>however, library desk guard says they are temporarily out of order while being replaced (and the librarian who has the keys was apparently showing prospective students around that day, and would not be back until tomorrow), and recommends I try the student information desk

>think "oh, good, now I have solved this and need not worry any further"

>several hours later, I have eaten and finished packing my things, and go to the desk in question

>tfw they are closed

>panic somewhat

>on way back, see a security guard patrolling the grounds

>ask him where one might find a wireless charger around here

>he takes me to many places I did not know about within the university, each one closed, then says "aha! we can try the lost property"

>he speaks over his walkie talkie (his codename is Sierra and his accomplice's is Bravo) and meets up with the one who has the keys to it

>we walk over to it, on the way the original guard receives a dispatch and leaves

>the new one receives an inquiry over the walkie-talkie as to how it is going, he looks me over briefly then refers to me as "they" and "the person" in his response (I am wearing a kilt and thermal leggings underneath it)

>no wireless charger has been lost there as of late, but he suggests that I blow into the port and try one of their wires

>sceptical but desperate, I do so, and it seems to work

>return to my flat, to find it had in fact been my wire that was the problem the entire time

>use flatmate's wire, however it charges exceedingly slowly, realise I will not make it for the traln

>learn that another flatmate of mine is leaving the subsequent day, and decide to join her

>on the day, we leave together, to catch the bus

>unfortunate combination of red traffic lights and the driver taking an unexpected diversion causes us to very marginally miss the train

>I have an all-day ticket, she only has one valid for that particular train

>she visits a support desk and is told it will cost her £25 to have it exchanged

>"I'm going to need to think about it"

>I tell her to board the train with me

>"but what if I'm caught"

>"I once had a ticket valid for the next day accidentally, I was caught but adamant in my refusal to pay anything more, eventually the inspector let me off when it became clear that continuing our argument would mean letting other passengers go uninspected"

>"I don't know, I'm going to call my mum"

>her mother is not responsive, her brother gives her the advice of blaming her missing the train upon the ticket-printing machine rather than the bus

>we board

>ticket inspector approaches

>she runs away shortly before he reaches us while he is occupied with scanning someone's ticket, assumedly she goes to the bathroom

>move her luggage to my side of the table and let him scan mine

>she does not return before I exit

>message her tlater o find out what happened

>"I didn't get caught 🫢"

(this was entirely ethical since it is an exorbitantly overpriced railway company that would not exist had the line not been privatised in 1997)

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temmes · 1 year

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Some one asks me,what would i be and what life situation i want to find myself in five years.

Well,not much of a crazy life changing will come,to my knowledge and negative point of view.even though now we are facing world wide economic challenges,viruses,uncertainty of new technologies related conflicts. the more things change the more they stay the same,histories are the same,we are only human after all.

Back to the topic, i wanna be a STEM dork,recently I’m thinking about the field of electrical engineering/chips,or robotic/automation,i feel like with the emerging of those fast evolving AI,they are coming hot with lots of endorsers and hype,big investment pouring on the table,look at those CGs they made, words they output,it’s safe to say it will be the next singularity with all that support.

So now I assume that we got a fast worker,high yield producer/artist,super smart scientist,what it needs is a carrier,so better circuit,chips make them faster,exist in every corner,and a robotic body will maximize their value of serving us,fully benefit the mankind,and it makes more sense if we realize we are facing another global problem—aging population. That means a huge shortage of labor forces in different job sites,and a big needs of health caring experts.it clicks,louder and louder

I’m Imaging a society that doesn’t require regular folks to do a 9 to 5,another day another dollar job but got rationed of credits bi-week because with the advanced automation,mass production is too efficient for small population,that basic daily supplies are enough for all the people,without oligopoly controlled capitalism,no more tempting stuff,no sensation provocative products,no hidden plots that make you overwhelmed with dopamine.without competition,there isn’t much variety,but simple,honest goods and service.that’s what my ideal society would be like.

My fantasy of events would be,androids taking care of the whole house missions,helping kids and the elderly to live better(freeing human from daily burdens),me taking my hot 3D printed breakfast that takes 2 points of credit(just a reminder of limited resources)into a public reserved self driving vehicle headed to the art center (probably art is the last position human hold) at 11am, to go there for learning how to brush paint a massive canvass using multi robotic arms with the help of androids so no one will hurt in the scene(corporation with AI,to know them better).not to worry about if these kinds of skill set are demanding or not, so to get a Job to feed myself and my family.

maybe human will be satisfied with their needs and greediness after massive production improvement and switch to minimalism. That’s probably the only way we can get out off the hustle and bustle,dopamine rampant swamp.

Im not going to talk about all the related contentions,the impact of the androids and automation toward the society,and I realized I am far from my topic.

Not much can get me excited because I’ve been numb long ago I’ve overdosed with dopamine.but I got goose bumps every time I think that,one day I can live in a cyberpunk world(not the game,but if it’s like a game it’d probably be like Detroit became human lol),embrace it’s both sides.oh man,I wish I could go back to school without the fear of failure and insecurity.

I wish in five years,I can graduate and get the entry ticket,join a tech giant and work at the AI engineering related department,androids,automation,smart vehicle, 3D printing appliances,whatever,as long as I can work in the front line and do some constructions,to witness the ups and downs of this filed,take the responsibilities,solving problems by all means.

#chat gpt

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10 December 2022

It ended today - the situationship.

For 8.5 months, it was going well. The supporting each other, the constant texts and calls, the communication. I wanted a relationship, but didn't ask for it because I know in the situation he's in, it's not a priority. Plus, I wanted to meet in the near future to go on dates first. So it was all good.

Then he went to Turkey for a two-week film project. Man, was I elated for him! Getting out of the country that's in a dire state must've felt like a deep breath of fresh air. All expenses paid, he gets to explore a little, eat delicious Turkish food, and work on a film project that is a great experience and gained a good network.

Then he went back to Russia. Back to helplessness. It must've felt (and still feels) like getting a taste of freedom, only to have it taken away. The constant fear of getting drafted, the uncertainty of the future (literally of the next minute). As much as I can only imagine how it feels, I'm not feeling it per se, and it must feel even worse.

As he started distracting himself with work and chores, he also started distancing himself from... me. Once-a-day texts became once-every-other-day. No good morning or good night texts. No calls for weeks.

I spoke up and asked what was going on. He's back in his shell like he was a few years ago. He didn't want to say what's on his mind and told me not to be pushy. It's just how men and women deal with problems - women want to talk it out, to get it off their chest; men want space and to figure things out on their own. While I know that, I can't help but feel extremely excluded.

I'm tired of missing him and telling him I miss him. I miss him very much. Not just the physical him which I last saw 4 years ago, but also the virtual him that talks to me and have hope to work things out. But I decided to stop saying it because I feel it would only burden him. And he's got enough on his plate.

I no longer want to try to understand him or figure out what's going on in his mind because he is not mine to solve. I shouldn't psychoanalyse. I shouldn't come up with my own theories and could be's, should be's. If anything, he'll tell me as it is.

I decided I deserve someone who wants me and is willing to share his issues with me, and want to work things out with me. To go through life, as tough as it is, with me. I can't be waiting for 4 days just for him to read and reply to my texts. If you like me, wouldn't you want to talk to me?

He's not wrong from where he's at, and neither am I from where I'm at. It's just... bad timing.

Everything is out of my control. I can't help him. I can't visit him. And that frustrates the hell of me, as someone who finds all ways to get what she wants. This time is different. This time, I couldn't move mountains just to see his face and give him hugs.

My hands are tied.

Maybe it's God's way of stopping me because it's just not in His plan. I'm ready to fork out money (which I have limited) for the entire process from invitation letter to visa to flight tickets. But something as simple as travel insurance for visa application, I just can't obtain. None of the insurance companies in Malaysia covers Russia due to the war. So I literally can't apply for a visa.

Knowing his top love language is Acts of Service, I imagined surprising him at his home, then going to the apartment he's been working on to help him with the DIYs, cooking together, and such.

But I can't.

I thought he still had hopes of meeting and working things out... at least that's what he said. But... his actions don't comply.

I've been anticipating going on dates with him. We have plans - ice skating and cycling, having our favourite bubble tea drinks and shawarma. It sounds amazing to me.

But I guess I won't ever get the chance to anymore and it really hurts.

My friend said there's no relationship to begin with. While that is true, a lack of status does not mean there's no feelings involved. One can't just decide to move away when everything was going fine, no explanation, just because they "don't owe the other person anything cz there's no relationship to begin with". Bullshit.

Anyway, I think it's for the best. For me and for me, that we stop talking. I wanted to meet and go on dates and to figure us out, but none of these are happening anymore. And I don't want replying to my texts to be an obligation of some sort. I want him to actually want to text and talk to me, because I'm important. I want emotion and feelings. I want good times and tough times, to go through them together.

All those nights I used to cry because of work, he was always there for me. My quitting of job and travelling, he was happy for me. My life dilemmas, he was always hearing me out and supportive.

I wanted to be there for him, but he wouldn't let me.

So I decided to give him space. After all, I don't think he wants to text or talk to me. I'm only a nuisance and a reminder of something too far to reach. Something that is just a fairytale, not real life.

I deleted Telegram, the app we use, so that I won't be tempted to reread past messages, rewatch circles he sent. I don't think he as even read my text I sent 5 hours ago, maybe in 3 days time he will.

I think then he would have a breather, and lesser weight on his shoulders.

What I've never told him though, is how much I love him. Because I wanted to only tell him once we've gone on dates and decide we actually like spending time together in person, get into a legit relationship, then tell him those words. I didn't want to carelessly say it, especially when he doesn't feel the same way.

I'm glad I didn't, it would only stress him out even more. I'll get over it eventually. At least I've taken the first step.

He calls me "baby", "sweetie", and "sunshine". I call him "baby" and "squishy". I can't imagine him calling someone else those. But it's inevitable.

He'll always be my squishy though. And I pray life gets better for him soon.

But today... today has been hard for me, and it'll only get harder for awhile.

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Ignore me just having Thoughts™ about Todd Brotzman again, but also don't because I'm on a freaking roll rn.

Okay, like God everyone loves the hospital reunion scene right, am I right? Yes I'm right. Look at these sweet hearts.

Theyre perfect and I love them so much.

Okay my rambling thoughts about Todd in this scene and shirt/jacket meaning and how it relates to Todds whole deal under the cut because I'm thinking so much...

Okay, so now that I've got your attention, walk with me for a minute back in Todd's history.

The big freaking elephant in the room. The pararibulitis lie that he has kept up for years. For years, which means thousands of little lies keeping up this big lie, constantly, to his parents, to Amanda, to his band, up until the moment he confesses to Amanda, his existence, his entire life purpose has been focused around the effects this lie has had on his life. Because what was he doing? He was working a minimum wage dead end job living in a shitty apartment to try to give as much money he could to support Amanda out of guilty obligation because he used up his parents savings. That's not just one thing it's thousands of little moments.

So because of this, Todd says he's an asshole. He isn't a friend, he isn't a good person, he's shitty and toxic and pathetic and a huge asshole. I mean he's got thousands of moments that he can point to and say, "see I'm an asshole for doing that and that." And like fair, like I'm not saying that what Todd did isn't shitty, like it's pretty shitty, but like just getting into his mindset here. When he tells all this to Dirk, he's still lying to Amanda. He's still keeping up this whole charade, and Dirk tells him, you're making excuses for your excuses. You're not an asshole forever because you've done bad things. It's not a permanent title, it's something that you can change by stopping doing bad things, and the way that you do this is by making things right and telling Amanda the truth.

Dirk makes him feel like he can be a better person and that's great.

Okay, right, don't worry I'm getting around to the hospital thing, it's a short detour.

So Amanda, right? The confession. Goes not so great... Okay, so Todd, thinking, yes okay, telling Amanda, this will make things right. He feels like this is a sign from the universe, Dirk said he should, and he's got it in his head that he's going to fix everything. He'll say he's sorry and fix things. But oh shit. Todd's magic superpower comes into play and that's called I am an unredeemable asshole liar and my words are worthless, so apologizing for what I did is going to fix absolutely nothing. But ta-da, he's got a lottery ticket. He stole money and lied, those are the major issues, so if he gives money and tells the truth, then that solves both problems, right?

Except the issue isn't that simple, obviously, and anyone that was not Todd could probably have been able to tell that this confession was never going to end with a happy hug and forgiveness. It was a major betrayal of trust, all those thousands of moments, years of their relationship tarnished by the rot of those lies that were just sewn into their past together. Todd becomes the monster to Amanda, taking the place of a loving brother that she thought that she had.

Now all of that leads into the argument on the pier, etc etc... but the parallel here and the takeaway I got from Todd's confession, his apology, his attempt to make things right, was the addition of the lottery ticket, a peace offering of sorts, not a bribe or a gift, but Todd trying to bridge the deficit he created with his lies. It doesn't fit the bill, it's not enough, it's not the right offering.

OKAY, now back to the hospital scene. Now I could write a whole hundred other essays on this scene, so I'm just going to focus on the bit that pertains to this meta and that's Todd and taking what we saw with his Amanda apology and finding the parallel and finding how he learned and what it means.

Let's set the scene. Todd comes to the hospital to find Dirk, he stops at Dirk's apartment and brings his yellow jacket and brings a Mexican funeral T-shirt. He's subdued here, asking Dirk how his injury is before responding to Dirk's confusion by presenting him with these peace offerings.

And oh boy, I am going to overanalyze the crap out of these, okay? So get ready.

First, yellow jacket. Why the yellow? It was the first jacket we see Dirk in. Todd fighting this wacky weirdo that came through his apartment window, escaping from a crazy guy with a gun, confronting said guy on a bridge, feeling that first burst of excited adrenaline after saving Farah. That first taste of what working a case with Dirk is like. I feel like him bringing the yellow jacket, is not only the show trying to be like okay this is the Dirk look so we bring it back around from the first episode, but also Todd saying like hey, let's kind of start over here, I said some things, you lied about some things, but I like you and I like detective cases and working with you and you're kind of a weirdo but that's what I like about you, so put your wacky detective jacket back on and let's go. It's kind of Todd saying I accept you and all the weird that goes with you.

And then the Mexican Funeral T-shirt. A shirt that symbolizes Todd's lies, his past, his mistakes, his asshole days, and he gives it to Dirk. Dirk, the man that told him that he didn't have to wear that label anymore, that he should be better, he should be honest, he should let himself move forward and break the pattern. Todd doesn't want to wear that shirt anymore, but its also something that he knows is a problem for him, a habit that he's had for years and giving the shirt to Dirk is him saying you made me better and I'm letting you wear this to make me want to hold myself accountable for you. Now, like this also kind of leads into season 2 Todd and his kind of elevated perception of Dirk and like the pressure he kind of adds on him with all this, so like there's some like unhealthy dynamics at play, but moving on.

The one other thing with the Mexican Funeral T-shirt, is that like Dirk says, holding the shirt up in front of him, "Didn't you say this band hated you?" And Todd is like, well yeah, (so do a lot of people and I deserve it). But I think there's something to say about this man that has shown how much he cares about Todd after knowing him a week, that wants him to be a better person, wants his friendship, being given a shirt of people that hated him. I have said a lot of words here, so what it is to say, I don't know, but like... there's gotta be something right?

Okay... and then Todd ending his apology, not by saying I'm sorry, because words... right? Todd feels like a fuck up, he's just going to screw things up again. He acted like an asshole to Dirk, so what does he do? He tells Dirk, "I am your friend." A parallel, a reference, to that scene in 1x05, after Dirk had told him he doesn't have to be an asshole forver, just don't do shitty things, don't make excuses for your excuses. Todd wants to be better, he wants to put asshole Todd that lashes out when he's backed into a corner away, and he tells Dirk, I'm your friend, I remember what you said and I want to be better for you.

And I think that means more to Dirk than I'm sorry (even if I think he does deserve an I'm sorry. Like Todd you can't just tell someone they're a monster and deserve to be alone). Also like Dirk doesn't have a lot of experience in the field of apologies or like friends so like he's just like you're being nice to me, I love you and stay with me forever please.

I mean Todd does use his words to say I'm sorry in season 2, but also he acts like a more supportive friend to Dirk and tries to understand where he's coming from, up to a point where they butt heads against Dirk's own trauma, which like stressful situation and I'm not going to blame either of them for their behavior when they got into Wendimoor. His stuff with Amanda progresses and I think he gets his head more wrapped around her hurt from what he did after they talk, and understanding that their relationship isn't ever going back to how it was before.

So, yeah, okay. I guess the end then? This sort of turned into a super long essay... in conclusion, Todd sorry? 😬👍

#dghda #dghda meta #dirk gently’s holistic detective agency #todd brotzman #dirk gently #super long meta analysis that nobody asked for? yeah i suppose ill give it another go #featuring todd trying to be a good boy

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justthehiddleswrites · 4 years

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Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 2 | Be Careful with Clive, I Have Grown Attached to Him

A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)

Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?

This Chapter: Tom and Molly are now married. Surprise! These two talk about the logistics of Tom’s half-baked plan. And Molly moves to London to face the firing squad, aka the paparazzi.

Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.

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After they signed the license along with the apostille, there had been dancing. That much Molly remembered. And drinking. Specifically drinking champagne. Tom danced with abandon, pulling Molly into the whirlwind of activity he created around him.

But now it was morning, and Molly woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own. She groaned as her head pounded, having forgotten that champagne and her have a love-hate relationship. Molly saw the faint outline of Tom asleep on the couch, his long body stretched out, still wearing his suit from last night. After glancing at the alarm clock, Molly fell back asleep.

Several hours, Molly woke up again and headed to the bathroom, not noticing the now opened curtains.

“Hey good lookin, Whatcha got cookin,” Tom’s voice twanged as he stepped out of the shower. His head pounded a bit, but not the worst hangover he had.

“AHHH!!!” Molly screamed as she stepped into the bathroom.

They both froze, which was more embarrassing for Tom, as at least Molly was still wearing her dress from last night.

“You’re naked.” Molly blinked, her head darting around the room until she focused on an interesting corner of the room.

Tom chuckled, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. “I don’t normally shower in my clothes. You can look back now.”

She slowly turned back around. “Sorry.” She shuffled her feet. “I should have knocked.”

“It’s quite alright.” He moved towards the door. “Shower is yours and we should talk things over.”

Molly nodded. “We should.”

While Molly showered, Tom dressed in the other room. After finding a clean t-shirt for Molly to wear over her dress until she could change, he called the airlines and changed his single ticket for that morning to a later flight for two, fishing Molly’s ID out of her wallet.

“Thanks for the shirt.” she stepped out.

“It looks good on you.” Tom gestured to the sofa. “Sit. Would you like some breakfast?” Her stomach growled. They both laughed. “That would be a yes.” Tom shoved the room service menu. “Order what you like.”

She selected an egg white frittata while Tom got the pancakes. Tom put in the order and returned his attention to Molly.

“So let’s talk about how this will work.” Tom shifted in his seat.

“An excellent idea. You mentioned living together in London. When do we leave?”

“This afternoon.”

Molly coughed. “That quick?”

“I’m afraid so.” Tom’s hands fidgeted in his lap. She noticed he was still wearing the spider ring. “I have work obligations back home and in order for it to be believable you would need to live with me.”

“Naturally.” Molly slapped her thighs. “So after breakfast, I can head back to my apartment, pack up what little I have, say goodbye to my roommate, and change into appropriate clothing. And you need to get us some proper rings.” She waved her hot pink ring in the air. “Unless of course you intend for your bride to wear a ring from the top of a cupcake.”

“Only if I get to keep my ring. I’ve grown quite attached to Clive.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You named the spider?”

“Yes.” There was a knock on the door. “That will be the food. Allow me.” He disappeared and returned shortly with a rolling table, ladened with food. Tom poured a cup of coffee and offered one to Molly.

“I don’t drink coffee.”

“I can have them bring up a teapot.”

“I’m pretty sure there are some complimentary ones in the room. Now,” She cut into her food and took a bite. “how will everything else work? Living with you, your life, the paparazzi? That is the whole point of this charade.”

“You do get down to business. So yes, I would expect you to live in my home. In a separate bedroom, I can set up another room as an office for you. We would need to attend events together and generally appear as a loving couple on the outside.”

“And my debts? That is part of the deal, right?”

“Right,” Tom gazed over at her while eating his pancakes. “I would assume the payments while we are together, and after the divorce is final, I would pay off any balance. I would also take care of your daily expenses while we are married. You are welcome to work if you want, but I will give you spending money.”

“So I would be a trophy wife?” Her brown eyes glinted.

Tom waved his hands in front of him. “Not that is not what I meant… I…”

“I am kidding, Tom. If you prefer, I can not work. I don’t mind. Give me some time to figure things out.” A thought came to her. “What about…” Molly searched for the words. “… other needs? Or if you wish to engage in a romantic relationship?” Her cheeks blushed as the words fell out of her mouth.

Tom blushed as well. “I have great self-control and I think if either of us get to that point, we can discuss it. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”

“And I don’t want you to be trapped either. I guess that is as good of an answer I could expect. Anything you want to ask me?”

Tom stared at Molly. The air hung heavy. “Do you regret saying yes?”

“No. Do you regret asking?”

“No.”

Molly downed the rest of her juice. “Well then, it is all settled. I am going to take off to pack. And you have some shopping to do. My ring size is a 7.”

Tom finished up the last bite of pancakes. “Right. We need to leave here by 3 to make it to the airport.”

“I shouldn’t be more than a few hours. Do you have a key to the room I could borrow?”

Tom fished one out of his discarded jacket’s pocket. “Here I will have the front desk make me another one.”

She tapped the key against her nails. “Thanks, Tom. For the help and for being a decent guy.”

“I should be thanking you.”

“You already have.” She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

Tom headed downstairs, asked the front desk for a new key to the room, and also inquired where the nearest jewelry store might be. The front clerk handed him a key and directed him to a small collection of luxury stores in the hotel. He found Tiffanys and purchased a classic platinum solitaire engagement ring and plain platinum band for Molly and a yellow gold band for himself.

Molly wasn’t back when he returned, so he set about packing up for the flight. His phone buzzed. Luke.

It appears you had a good time in Vegas. The papers say you are drowning your sorrows. Looks like the story is here to stay. Call me when you wake up from your nap at home.

Tom typed back.

I did have a good time. I have a feeling the papers will soon find another story soon. Still in Vegas, taking a later flight. Talk to you soon.

His phone rang. He clicked it off, seeing it was Luke. Rather to get all the yelling done in person. The door opened and Molly came in, dragging a suitcase behind.

“Sorry! My roommate had questions.”

“So does my publicist.”

Tom took in Molly for the first time, really. Outside of the light of a casino floor. And not in a wedding dress purchased for fifty dollars on the way to the chapel. She wore faded jeans, a pair of beat up black Converse and a boxy white tee tucked in. A large black cardigan tucked under her arm. Dark hair in a bun. Quite lovely, if Tom told the truth.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” Her brows knitted together.

“Not yet.” Tom tucked his phone into his jean pocket. “Here.” He pulled out the little blue bag.

Molly gasped. “I thought you would go buy some costume jewelry. This is too much.”

“Nonsense. This marriage may be fake, but the jewelry will be real.” Tom opened up the boxes. “May I do the honors?”

Molly held out her hand, and Tom slipped off the plastic ring before replacing it with the wedding set. “Much better. And yours?”

Tom slapped the box into her hand. “Be careful with Clive.” Molly pursed her lips as she pulled off the spider ring and replaced it with the gold band, putting the plastic ring in the Tiffanys box. “Here you go. Clive’s new home.”

Tom tucked the box into his luggage. “Ready to go?”

Molly rocked back on her heels. “Yep.”

Tom held out his arm. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Hiddleston.”

The flight back was uneventful, Molly and Tom dozed off, leaning against each other for support. Molly woke up first. She stared down at her rings. This was not how she expected this weekend going. Molly thought she would scrap together enough tips to make an extra payment on her credit card. Not flying to London with a Tiffany diamond ring on her finger and a famous actor as her husband.

“Life does throw you curveballs from time to time.”

“What was that, darling?” Tom muttered, stretching in his seat.

“Just commenting on the craziness of all of this to myself.” She held out her hand again. Tom laced his fingers with hers.

“I have done the same thing myself. Now when we land, there will probably be paparazzi around. Are you up for getting this whole thing off and running?”

Molly perked up. “What do I need to do?”

Tom tightly gripped Molly’s hand throughout the concourse and baggage claim. They eyed the doors.

“Ready?” she asked, squeezing his hand.

“I promise to be gentle.” Tom squeezed back, smiling.

As they stepped through the doors, Tom flashed a killer smile and Molly did as well, giggling as his arm wrapped around her waist. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Molly melted against him, making sure her rings were visible as she cupped his cheek. She was right, Tom was an excellent kisser. After making sure any photographers had plenty of time to snap a pic, they parted.

“Think they got my good side?” Molly giggled.

“Do you have a bad side?” Tom asked.

“Just wait and see. Now take me home, darling!” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically.

“Drama queen.” Tom pinched her side.

Tom’s home was cozy and clean. Definitely a bachelor’s home, as evidenced by the empty fridge except for a few bottles of beer and some questionable brown sauce.

“I can go shopping later.” Tom dragged a toe along the kitchen floor.

“I can go shopping later.” She reached up and smacked his face playfully. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t feed my husband?”

“Fair point. I will call the bank tomorrow and get a card in your name. Just run any big purchases past me first. And we will need to get your name changed, passport, etc. I can have someone help you.” Tom prattled on.

“Why don’t you show me the rest of the place first?”

Tom held out his arm. “This way.”

Tom’s book collection was impressive along with his collection of movies.

“I clear some space if you need it.”

“I only packed clothes. My roommate is selling the rest, including my car and wiring me the money.”

“Oh.” Tom’s face fell. “Let me show you the bedrooms.”

He showed you a small guest room. “This could be an office for you and next door is a bigger bedroom for you.” Tom hustled along the hallway to open the next door. “Here.”

It was a bigger room with a queen bed and a wardrobe. Spare and clearly used for company.

“It will do just fine. And the bathroom is across the hall which is nice. Where’s your room?”

Tom made his way to the end of the hall and opened the door to his room, decorated in tones of grey and navy. A large king sized bed taking up most of the room along with a dresser. A bathroom en suite and a small closet completed the space.

“Very nice. Do you mind if I steal the color palette to decorate my room?”

“Please do. I never got around to decorate it. My sisters and mother are the only ones who stay in there.”

Molly paled a bit. She hadn’t thought about Tom’s family. “I supposed I will meet them soon.”

“I supposed so. It would be odd for my wife not to meet them. I hadn’t thought about it.”

Molly rocked back and forth. “Now why don’t I go shopping and you unpack and relax?”

“I would feel better if I came with you. You are in a different country, a strange city. And what if you have problems with the card?”

“Then let’s go and you can point out some of your favorite foods.”

“It’s a deal.”

“When I said pick out your favorite foods, I didn’t expect it to be only sweets. Did I marry a seven-year-old?”

“I’m 35, thank you. and I enjoy those sweets.”

“You eat like a college frat boy.”

“Guilty.”

“That is definitely changing now that I am around. You can’t continue to eat like that. There are things called vegetables.”

Tom snapped his fingers. “I’ve heard of those.”

“Get out of here!” Molly swatted at him. “I am certain you have things to attend to, and I need to familiarize myself with the kitchen.”

“Are you kicking me out of my kitchen?”

“Our kitchen. And yes.” Molly smirked.

“I yield! I yield. I’ll be in my study if you need me.” Tom walked out of the kitchen and towards his study.

He spied his phone sitting on the desk, still off from the flight. By now, any pictures should have been posted somewhere. Tom collapsed into his desk chair and clicked the phone on. While he waited for it to start up, he could overhear Molly puttering about in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she put away the groceries.

Buzz. Ten messages and eleven missed calls. He didn’t bother to listen to them and instead dialed Luke.

“Luke, I’m back in town. Thought I wou—” Tom started in as soon as Luke picked up.

“I WASN’T FUCKING SERIOUS WHEN I SAID TO GET MARRIED??! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”

Tom pulled the phone away from his ear. “No, I haven’t. But I am married. To a wonderful girl. Her name is Molly. Molly Bishop. You should meet her, Luke.”

“YOU ARE FUCKING RIGHT I’LL MEET HER. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! SHE CAN HELP IDENTIFY YOUR BODY, THOMAS!” Luke continued to scream on the phone.

“Can you dial back the volume, Luke? I would like to preserve my hearing. Is there something wrong with marrying the woman I love?”

Luke cleared his throat. Tom understood Luke was doing his best to collect himself. “Apologies. There is nothing wrong with marrying the woman you love, Tom. Nothing at all. Except I don’t think you love this woman, since until a few weeks ago you were in love with—”

“Don’t say her name, it will ruin my marital bliss. I’m a hopeless romantic, Luke.”

“Hopeless, yes. Romantic, the jury is still out. And your fans don’t count, they are blinded by you. But I see the truth.”

“Which is?”

“You are not as smart as you think you are.”

“Did any of the articles mention her?” Tom inquired, spinning his wedding band on his finger.

“No.”

“Then I am exactly as smart as I think I am.”

There was a clatter from the kitchen.

“Tom!” Molly called out. “I need your help.”

“Got to go, Luke. My wife needs my help.” Tom emphasized the word “wife.”

“This isn’t over, Tom.”

“It never is. Bye.”

More clattering and another cry. “Tom!”

Tom rushed into the kitchen to find Molly perched on top of the kitchen counter, reaching high into a cabinet.

“Why is everything so high in here?”

Tom chuckled and reached around her, pressing his torso against her back. Molly jumped for a moment at the touch.

“I’m not used to sharing my space. I’m six two, I put things where I can reach them. What are you grabbing?”

“The roasting pan.”

Tom pulled it down and placed it on the counter. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.

“Thank you. Well, I am five six, so unless you want me climbing counters for the next year, we need to rearrange some things.”

“But you’re so cute climbing around like a little monkey.”

Molly frowned. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, then try again.”

Tom opened his mouth and closed it. “I’ll pull things down after dinner.”

“Thank you.” She rubbed his arm. “Now to try my hand at a roast dinner. Did you get stuff done?”

His phone buzzed again.

“I called my publicist. The pictures posted.” Tom pulled out his phone to shut it off.

“Oh good. So I take it, I had the desired effect.” Molly crunched on a carrot and offered one to Tom, who wrinkled his nose.

The two of you. My office 8 a.m. tomorrow. No excuses. I want to meet the blushing bride.

Tom frowned at the screen.

“It would appear so. I suggest you go to bed early because you are meeting Luke, my publicist tomorrow.”

Molly’s mouth fell open. “Should I be worried?”

Tom smiled at her. “No, I should be.”

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Dating Bruce Robertson Headcanons

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: mental health struggles, implied violence, implied NSFW, Bruce being Bruce

Summary: all in the title

A/N: As far as I’ve seen, my man currently has about zero fics understandable tbh, so here I am filling the void. Hope you enjoy!

You meet at the bar with the full intention of having a one-night stand and parting ways. Bruce isn’t sure why he even saved your number after that and you aren’t sure why you called him again in a few days, but in no time you’re seeing each other every week. Bruce doesn’t notice how it turns into multiple times a week. Or how he’s looking forward to your calls. Or how he thinks about you before falling asleep every night.

The man is as closed off as it gets, so expect to know basically nothing about him for a huge period of time. His name is Bruce Robertson, he’s a cop and everybody is his bitch – that’s it. Bruce puts on this “zero fucks given” façade, but in reality he just hates opening up, so he has to play it cool. He envies how laid-back you are about your life, how you rant about your job or tell stories from your childhood with such ease. He wishes he could do the same.

Ironically, Bruce also has a tendency of going on long, sometimes unconnected tangents about everything that doesn’t involve him – he doesn’t even seem to care if anyone is listening or not. But let me tell you, deep down he really, really does. One time you off-handedly mention something he’s told you before and he stops in his tracks. All of a sudden he gets this nice, long-forgotten feeling of being heard – and he doesn’t want to let it go.

A lot of late-night conversations – first on the phone, then in person. Bruce isn’t used to intimacy outside of sex, so his heart melts when you wrap him in your arms and run fingers through his hair, planting sleepy kisses on top of his head. You don’t pressure Bruce into anything, but the way he slowly warms up to you makes you incredibly happy.

Uses a lot of pet names, like “sweetheart”, “darling” and “honey” – first in a mocking way, then it just grows on him. He also notices that you call him “Robbo” when you’re in the good mood and “Bruce” when you’re angry at him for some reason, so he tries to work around that.

Bruce would deny it if anyone asked, but he often uses some of your things that have a strong scent to it – like your shampoo in the shower or a smudge of your body lotion on his wrists. He likes being wrapped up in your smell, even when you’re not around.

Would absolutely abuse his authority to help you out – even if you don’t ask for it. You’re complaining about a parking ticket? It’s gone from the records the next day. The neighbor is being annoying? They’re suddenly moving out with a few broken ribs, avoiding you when you try to strike a conversation. For the longest time, you don’t even think about connecting these things to Bruce. After all, who would do something like that over a minor inconvenience? (Spoiler: Bruce would. Bruce definitely would).

Speaking of, when you feel down, Bruce’s way of supporting you is just that – he sort of nods along to everything you say and then goes out to solve all of your problems in famous DS-Bruce-Robertson-style, which is… Not always the best idea, let’s put it that way. You’ve had to literally grab him by the coat a few times to explain that it’s not necessary, that you just want him to listen. Bruce tries to understand (emphasis on “tries”).

Remembers every nice thing you’ve said to him ever, even in passing. You tell him that you’ve missed him or that he smells good? “Yeah, I fucking know, what about it?” He then proceeds to think about it for five months straight.

Eventually, you start copying each other’s little habits without acknowledging it. He’s ordering your favorite coffee when he needs a cup because “it’s obviously superior”. You mutter “same rules apply” ten times a day without knowing what it means or where you’ve heard it. It takes both of you a while to notice.

Despite his general distaste for, well, pretty much everyone Bruce enjoys your company and idealizes you to a degree. He finds everything you do fascinating. How you frown in concentration when you’re really focused on something. How you always notice the plants growing through the cracks in concrete. How barely noticeable dimples show up at the corners of your mouth when you smile really wide. Bruce is often mulling over those little details when he needs a distraction – especially during his episodes.

No matter how he goes about it, Bruce is semi-married to his job, so expect him to go MIA a lot. You would agree to see each other on Tuesday and then he shows up at Friday, flowers in his hand and a big smile on his face, as if nothing happened. He doesn’t mean to do it, he just gets too involved in his schemes and forgets about everything else.

Avoids defining your relationship for as long as possible. Even if he loves you, even if he admits to himself that he loves you – he just can’t bring himself to do it. After what happened with Carole, Bruce believes he’ll somehow make it all fall apart, it’s only a matter of time. He’s not going through this again and he’s definitely not going through this with you.

Deep down, he can’t seem to accept that you like him. Even outside of sex. Even when he’s tired, frustrated or scared. Even when he fucks up or isn’t being himself. Bruce is convinced there’s nothing good about him, so what is it that you see? These thoughts make him bottle up his issues and “his worst”, as he sees it, even more – if you never find out, you’ll never leave and everything will be okay. Right?

But you do, in fact, find out - after all, with you coming over almost every day he could only hide his “Carole” outfit and bottles upon bottles of unopened meds for so long. When it happens, you confront him immediately – there’s so much going on you don’t even know where to start. You expect a huge blowout, but Bruce just lays everything out in a calm, almost monotonous voice, staring off into space. By this point, he accepts that you’ll surely be gone, so he tries to numb the deep, sinking emptiness that threatens to swallow him whole. The games have been played, and for once, he lost.

Bruce finally finishes and, for the first time during his speech, looks at you with a question in his eyes. All you feel in the moment are concern and a powerful rush of sympathy, but you know that’s not what he needs right now. Instead, you squeeze his hand, rubbing small circles into his palm. “Took you long enough, huh?” You barely blink before he throws his arms around you, hugging you tight, as if his life depends on it.

He says his first “I love you” the same night, when he thinks you’re sleeping, brushing his thumb against your lips. When you open your eyes and smile, he’s absolutely mortified, not knowing what to do. But then you say it back, grabbing his face and covering it in kisses, and he relaxes into your embrace. Life might be rough and the same rules still apply, but as long as you have each other’s backs, you know it’s all going to be okay.

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