#i was discussing this game with a friend and got a tad bit emotional sorry peeps

[just-an-enby-lemon]

I think what annoys me over Mae Borowski being hated by her issues is the theory of conformity. Mae is a mess and does bad things but ahe mostly does then because she doesn't know better it reads waaay more like a neurodivergent person trying to figure out interpersonal relationships than as someone who just don't care and to hear people summ it up to her being an inconsidered and selfish asshole even tho she is show to care and try her best sucks.

Not only that but it also has the bias of how she has no value cause she is unprodutive. They talk about how she could just find a job even tho she admits herself she would probably not be mentally equiped to hold it and in a lot of moments everyone talks about how the job market is fucked. They say she should never had quitted college without knowing the full story. They blame her for not being equiped to say the full story.

And they even ignore state facts like her very clear political ideologies to portray her as a dumb asshole. She has flaws but she is called out and she is trying. People can't be good and happy over capitalism. It screws their mental health up and in a small city where you have to pay a lot for therapy from an unqualofield general particioner is worse! Mae is fucked up because Possum Springs is fucked up it's the whole freaking point.

And it sounds so damm against everything the game says to just say she should get a job and stop talking to people or to imply everyone secretly hates her. Like god dammit. She has to be better but please just stop.

[bangtan-madi]

hello, are you still taking requests for mysme? if so, may i ask for headcanons with jumin and jihyun having a lawyer SO? thank you very much! (ps: jin rights!)

Hi! So sorry this has taken so long. I don't know how long this request has been in here, but my motivation to write the last few MysMe requests has been...lacking, to say the least. I apologize, but I hope you do enjoy these headcanons! (reminder: I don't write for Jihyun, but I went all out on Jumin because...yes. I needed these headcanons in my life) (also...please keep in mind that I haven't played the game in like six months, as my Tumblr content has shifted, so go easy on me xD)

Requests for MysMe are NOT open. This is just me catching up on the few remaining requests from pre-blog change. Thanks for understanding, lovies.

Han Jumin with a lawyer significant other is the power couple of all power couples.

Seriously. I didn't know I needed this until it was put in my Askbox.

We all know that Jumin can be a bit overly logical, out of touch with how others are feeling, especially when it comes to debating or discussing certain things. That's gotten him into a ton of trouble over the years. His friends, especially Zen and Yoosung, rely heavily on their hearts and feelings when making life choices. Even when it comes to simple things, like picking what to eat, they go with what feels right. To Jumin, he's much preferred the logical to his own feelings.

"They're unreliable and change with the weather. I prefer the tried and true."

So when he meets you, an applicant for the company's legal department, he's a tad starstruck. It's an entirely new feeling to Jumin, but not one that he's all that opposed to. When his father referred you, citing a great relationship with your father through their mutual work together, he didn't have very high hopes. Which is why he's lined up several more interviews later in the day.

To say he is pleasantly surprised to find someone who is very complimentary for him is an understatement. Upon first introduction, you present yourself as an individual of the law, of logic, and of stoic reason. The confident yet humble way your carry yourself convinces Jumin that you're exactly what his company needs, and you seal the deal with being able to answer and debate on equal footing with him all throughout the hour-long interview. It's intellectually stimulating and relaxing at the same time. The two of you are on the same wavelength. While your emotions and passion are proven to be powerful, it's because of this beautiful combination of head and heart that Jumin cancels the rest of the interviews.

"We won't be needing them," he tells Jaehee as you exit the building, turning back to throw him an assured smile, as if you already knew he was going to pick you. "I've found exactly what I was looking for."

What's more, what he didn't know at the time that you would tell him sometime later, is that you enjoyed it just as much as he did.

After a few months of working together, you're the one that finally asks Jumin out for a drink. It's the day you win your case against the company that wrongly sued C&R International. It was a case you got thrown into on your very first day. You'd poured hundreds of hours into working it up, which did not go unnoticed by Jumin.

The CEO goes out of his way to make sure you're well taken care of on particularly long days. Making you a cup of coffee just the way you liked it? That's slowly becoming a daily occurrence. Hiring extra assistants to make sure you aren't overworking yourself? He's brought on half a dozen additional support staff for you and you alone. Having his personal chef bring meals for the entire law department under the guise of HR? That's one thing you knew was especially for you, particularly because that chef always had a knack for preparing your favorite meals (You've always had a soft spot for Tteokguk.)

All of this, added to the adrenaline high from a successful Court Order, has you turning to Jumin with the biggest smile plastered on your face.

"Drinks on me! Don't worry. I know a place with the best red wine you've ever tasted."

And he'll admit it proudly: you were right. The wine was impeccable, but what he's more impressed by is the way you've loosened up and grown more comfortable around him over the past six months. His first impression of you is as strong as ever, but there's a very deep and emotional side to you as well. It perplexes him, but it also intrigues him. The way you use both in both your professional and personal life deeply impresses him. You find your strength in both, and leaves this man hanging on to every word you utter.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you ask towards the end of the night. "You're staring."

Jumin blinks away and takes another sip of the house Merlot, a favorable new find. "Is it that obvious?"

"A bit. What's on your mind?"

"When I first met you, I saw that you were like me. You adhere to intellect and logic and use your mind to make choices. But over the last six months, I also see that you're guided by your heart as well. You have this admirable blend of genius and intuition that, to be honest, both confuses and amazes me."

"How so?"

"Because I'm nothing like that."

These after-work outings and deep conversations continue over the next six months, and pretty soon, you find yourself having been at C&R for a year. On your workiversary, you invite Jumin to your family home to introduce him to your family. They've planned to throw you a one-year party with family and close friends, and you could think of no one you'd want there more than Jumin.

"Wait...aren't I supposed to be doing something for you today, as your boss, [Y/n]?"

You merely grabbed the sleeve of his pinstriped, collared shirt and dragged him towards the front door, where you'd already hailed his car.

"You do things for me every damn day, Han Jumin. Just this once, let me do something for you?"

"What do you mean by that?"

After pushing him into the car, you tell the driver where to go. "You always say how much you admire the way I use my head and heart. But you always, always follow it up with, 'I'm not like that at all.' Well, I'm here to tell you that you can, too, you big oaf. And there's no one better to show you that you have a heart worth following that my mom and dad, so you're coming with me."

Knowing he has no power to refuse you once you've set your mind on something, the brunet follows you around the entire night. While you talk with your friends, while you cook with your mother, while you debate politics with your father, he enjoys it all. Seeing you with them, he sees how you've grown into the person you are today. These people have shaped you into the strong, independent, confident person you are, the one he's harbored feelings for in secret over the past few months. Through them--and you--he begins to see the world in a new light.

It's on that night, on the way home, that he asks you out for a first real date. He escorts you to your apartment, ensuring your safe arrival, and asks the question without any lead-up.

"How do you feel about a movie tomorrow?"

Though surprised, you can't help but smile from a few stairs ahead of him, putting you at equal height.

"That's an awfully normal thing to do on a Saturday night."

He gives a small smile and shrugs.

"What excuse can I give? Maybe you were right. Maybe I have a heart worth following, and right now it's telling me to spend as much time with you as I can. So...what do you say?"

"I say..."

You trail off, lean over to press a peck to his cheek, and stand back with a giddy grin plastered on your face.

"That you're pretty cheesy when you wanna be, Juminie."

"Is that a pet-name I hear?"

"Yep! And it's not going away any time soon. Pick me up at seven?"

"I'll be here."

You turn towards the door to your apartment, blowing a kiss in his direction as you slip away. Jumin stands there for another few seconds as you leave his sight, and--shaking his head--he turns back to the car.

"Confused and amazed, indeed."

[mastcrplanncr-a]

issue #23 made me really heccin’ emo over eggman and sonic. i was prepared for it, but also ?? not prepared??? holy frick im just gonna ramble under the cut.

first of all, i’m just gonna’ idly ramble about some things i noticed.

Eggman, literally 11 issues ago:

he makes these off remarks and then changes his mind whenever it’s convenient for him smh. that or hes a freaking liar and. WELL THAT’S PRETTY TRUE HONESTLY.

i’ma be honest fam starline is a freaking mood rn. it’s ?? so dumb?? LIKE EGGMAN WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING FAILSAFE UR SOLUTION WAS “not touching the robots hurr durr” PL EASE.

In retrospect, though, this is an interesting parallel to Forces because he’d apparently learned from his mistakes. TBF, and it has been brought up elsewhere on tumblr, this is a man recovering from amnesia. He must’ve just not gotten to that part. OR HE’S JUST. DUMB AND ARROGANT. Like, yeah, sure, there’s no vaccine - lol the heroes can’t fix anything & it also means you’re valuable because you’re the one person who can. BUT COME ON EGGMAN.

my friend actually predicted this holy shit. i was rambling abt a discussion we had in the egg cult, where we were talking about the possibility of sonic infecting eggman to blackmail him into getting the cure because he’s reached the point?? hes so done with eggman’s shit??? all his friends are in danger and hes backed into a wall what else is he to do than do the one thing he doesn’t want to: use eggman’s tactics against him?

and my friend was like:

LIKE. IT IS A HUGE RISK, and Sonic went FOR IT. I’M SCREAMING TBH.

THIS CONFRONTATION WAS SO FUCKING RAW YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND. I thought I was ready for it but I really, REALLY wasn’t. I love the little details of Starline bein’ like: “oh fuck” - usually he’s pretty cocky around Sonic but uh. HE’S INFECTED NOW. And the zero remark - idk if that’s intentional on the writer’s part but ZERO TO HERO anyone?

anyway toxi broke down crying at this point. you have no idea how much i was sobbing over my blue son just. pouring out his heart to his nemesis. that’s top tier tearjerking material.  also starline passive aggressively readjusting his outfit lmfao. BITCH IM FABULOUS. but man the usage of ‘ BE’ and ‘LIKE’ - Sonic knows who Eggman is; he’d never ask him to be something he’s not. but it’s also a reiteration of sonic’s want to see good in him; being LIKE tinker is a statement in that he wanted eggman to be who he was, but NOT to go back. to do good for the world. have it be his own decision, because deep deep down:

isn’t that what he really wants?

Also, although there are those sickly sweet descriptions, the usage of ellipses in this narrative really fucks me up because you can practially hear the gradual realization in eggman’s voice. his mockery starts out so !!! but it just eventually gets straight to the point, as a list. as a routine. because he was used to it. and because, some part of him misses it. notice the usage of ‘need’ and ‘use’. they needed him, and yet he used the people that appreciated him sm like puppets.

some nice guilt there, huh, doc?

ALSO I SPENT LIKE, HOURS TRYING TO FIND THIS EXACT DIALOGUE, but Eggman has a conversation in Dark Brotherhood with Sonic and makes this remark:

LIKE??? this isn’t new to his character, actually? Ignoring the ken penders thing bc smh. Going by this game he’s actually kind of okay with that set up. And he just works so well with the others too??? this isn’t even taking into account the other games he’s teamed up with them. I’m sorry but my head just goes back to this line so many times; it’s one of the ones that stick with me, along with ‘complicated guy’ from lost world. HE COULD!! legitimately do good. and he actually doesn’t find it too bad??? IM EMO MAN...

and IMAGINE making super cool things that people genuinely like... eggman has a HUGE ego, that much is very apparent; he’s super big on appreciation as comes with. and with tinker? he had that - he felt appreciated and loved. people LIKED what he made, and he didn’t have to bend over backwards to have that. his work felt included and he didn’t have to take that appreciation by force like he did with his lackeys (which half the time was fake anyway) .

first and foremost - WE SEE THAT OPEN YOUR HEART REFERENCE, IDW. also sonic’s frustration here, in comparison to the lil smile the panel before - he’s just!! “WHY CANT YOU WAKE THE FRICK UP OLD MAN”. the justification here seems a tad bit like DENIAL to me. and the justification seems... kind of odd from him? since when does EGGMAN justify anything he does? He does what he wants and when he wants, because he’s the E.G.G.M.A.N. he doesn’t care what anyone thinks... right?

it’s because - especially with the usage of better - he didn’t like where that train of thought was going. for once, he’s justifying himself - because the alternative is admitting sonic is right. that he did like that life. that he’d want to go back. throw it in a hierachy and it’s all so simple, right?

also the inclusion of open your heart lyrics here. the incident with chaos was just as catastrophic. and these lyrics in context of the previous panel, highlights how sonic and eggman both seek unity and peace but in their own ways; eggman’s is just evil. it seems a little bit of a diversion to me - to antagonise sonic and make him forget about it. what better way to do that than to relate to him? ‘own styles that we won’t change’ highlights a stubbornness in ways, too, especially with the current context of eggman denying his old life. ALSO IT IS LITERALLY TELLING EGGMAN TO OPEN HIS HEART.

and ngl this seems like idle banter to hide the fact he genuinely felt remorse for his actions for a second. because lbr he has a habit of being all talk when a plan goes wrong or suffering inside,

which starline does quite pointedly explain.

As I was saying above, Sonic has no choice in what to do now - he’s reaching his limit. OR ELSE. hes pondering doing the thing he doesnt want to do. and honestly, ‘you can’t stop me. no one can,�� is so hardhitting not just because of its looming threat, but because of how much it solidifies for sonic that he can’t take the chance anymore. if anyone is going to change eggman, it has to be himself.

also can i just cry over how much sonic trusts tails. im getting sa2 flashbacks.

also man i’d like to point out the specific use of ‘lock you away forever’. it coooould be a reference to sonic’s time imprisoned during the events of sonic forces. bitterness?

NOT SAYING I CALLED IT, BUT I CALLED IT. it still hurts though. and wow, it really is horrifying when eggman fears his own heccin’ creation, huh?

i live for sonic being passive aggressive with eggman. give me more please.

im immensely concerned the direction starline is going, honestly. but it does say a lot about eggman; how he’ll keep trying the same things expecting different results, but failing and never seeing that. because he’s EGGMAN; every plan is brilliant by default!

i love how sonic just !!! SHOT... THE MOMENT HE WAS REMINDED WHAT WAS AT STAKE. son i love you so much you’re doing great sweetie

also, man, can we talk about eggman avoiding his blatant faults, and shoving his failures onto someone else? because this little scene here - eggman ur literally the one who crashed the thing. it had absolutely nothing to do with sonic. i feel as though this is symbolism of his self-destructive nature, honestly. hes always gotta make things harder for himself. (also starline’s face is killing me)

Eggman does what he has to, but technology won’t work every time you kick it. he thinks he can get everything through force but we have several instances in idw where force did NOT work out; you’re not gonna get far, egghead.

MHM, and just who does that sound like, Eggman? honestly the mirrors between these two are seriously destroying me. although sonic is in a horrible position, so is eggman; he likes to think he’s won the war, but hes surpassed his own expectations, and that’s going to backfire on him eventually. hes stubborn to admit he has NO REIGN over this and they’re all doomed, so he’s pinning his failures / loss on Sonic.

is that the amnesia kicking ya in the shin, eggman? or sonic’s reality check? either way, the doc hates emotions. dammit man why you gotta make him emo

future eggman is going to kick past eggman in the kneecaps. it’s times like this ur reminded how much of a kid he is. eugh but that’s work i want my victory and senseless destruction now. honestly if the doc is after success, he is certainly not getting it this way and I AM FEARING FOR EVERYONE’S LIVES. he’ll probably have to work with what’s left of the resistance like the back end of most games at some point.

I’m getting a little burnt out but i can’t forget my son and how much he hurts me.

first of all that third panel terrifies me. the fact it GOT that far does me great concern. the RED EYES? that’s pushing it fam i dont like that. the expressions are also just freaking destroying me; they’ve been PERFECT this issue. and the fact sonic is at his weakest when he feels like he’s failed everyone hurts me deeply. he has SO much on his shoulders and its getting too overwhelming for him.

also man... the whole thing with eggman... just stuff me man. but it hurts all the more because it’s so glaringly clear that there is?? some good in eggman??? he just. doesn’t want to admit it. and unfortunately these aren’t good circumstances to debate on that.

ANYWAY, THAT ISSUE WAS AGONY AND IM STILL REELING AND HAVENT EVEN. TALKED ALL THAT MUCH ABOUT SONIC HERE (on account of this being eggman’s blog) but idk if i’ll write anything on that.

gonna go cry about an egg now brb

[atinytokki]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐙𝐞𝐫𝐨

Chapter 2: New Quarters

Growing smaller in the distance was Wooyoung’s old home. When it sank into the horizon he finally gathered his wits and observed his surroundings.

Mingi had dropped him unceremoniously on deck before striding off to oversee the treasure and other supplies being stored away with the other pirates. The creepy captain had disappeared too and, come to think of it, everyone had simply gone back to their stations and carried on as if he wasn’t there.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure if they wanted nothing to do with him or if this was a normal occurrence onboard the ATEEZ.

Wooyoung observed the towering masts and shining cannons of the vessel and had to admit it was impressive. He noticed some signs of a recent battle however; holes in the sails that needed patching, and scratches and splinters interrupting the smooth wood of the main deck. He was just beginning to wonder what he ought to do next when he was suddenly approached.

It was the young pirate that had caught him earlier, the one he had later seen restraining his young powder monkey friend. His brown hair was neatly kept and two small silver hoops hung from his ears. Wooyoung was still dumbfounded over how strong he was despite his youthful appearance.

“I’m Jongho,” the boy introduced himself levelly. “Our Master Gunner was killed a few weeks back and we haven’t replaced him yet so you’re under me directly for the time being. Captain’s ordered you be shown your quarters and given the tour.” Wooyoung couldn’t read any emotions, positive or negative on him, so he simply nodded and followed after him.

“What’s your name?” Jongho asked. Wooyoung was surprised he was being asked this. No one onboard his old ship cared what anyone’s name was. It actually took a second for him to remember it and when he noticed Jongho’s dark eyes on him he blurted out, “Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung, sorry...”

Jongho nodded and opened the hatch to walk below deck. “This is where the powder monkeys stay,” he announced.

The room was rather spacious, compared to his old ship. The floor was clean at least, and all the hammocks were properly secured. Only about ten boys resided there, some sleeping, some talking quietly, others playing some kind of game. Wooyoung was disturbed at how many empty hammocks there were.

“Jung Wooyoung, everyone,” Jongho called across the room. “New addition.” Eyes swept over to him, briefly acknowledging, before returning to their activities.

Wooyoung couldn’t help his curiosity. “Is this where you stay, too?” He asked.

Jongho glanced at him and shook his head. “No, I’m not a powder monkey anymore.”

Wooyoung was confused. “Anymore? What are you now, then?”

“Master-at-Arms.”

“Master-at— what? How? You can’t be over 19, there’s just no way!” Wooyoung couldn’t contain himself anymore.

Jongho smiled a tad patronisingly. “Piracy works a bit differently on the ATEEZ. You’ll see.”

With that, he exited the room, leaving Wooyoung to scan it one more time. “Come on, Wooyoung, there’s a lot more to see,” Jongho’s voice echoed down the stairs and Wooyoung shook himself out of it and followed him. He was already full of questions but restrained himself as Jongho showed him all the places he needed to know about.

After surveying most of the public areas below decks and, most importantly, the cannons, the pair headed to the galley. A black-haired young man with a strong jawline was preparing the morning meal when they walked in.

Wooyoung noticed that he, too, was rather young looking as their eyes met.

“Who’s this?” The cook asked.

“Jung Wooyoung. New powder monkey- we just got him off Si-Hyuk. And Wooyoung, this is our cook, cooper, and boatswain Seonghwa. He’s also the oldest officer on board.” Jongho and Seonghwa smiled at each other as if there was some inside joke being silently discussed between them.

Wooyoung was running the impressive list Jongho had just rattled off through his head when he registered the last thing said. Oldest on board? This guy? He didn’t have time to ask himself what he had just gotten into before Jongho was heading off towards their next location.

A yell came from the main deck, startling Wooyoung and annoying Jongho as they were halfway to the crow’s nest.

“What is it, San?” Jongho asked, turning to face another young pirate, this one with a brilliant smile and hair dyed a peculiar shade of green.

“Would you mind helping me with this?” He was sawing through some wooden boards and it appeared his saw had gotten stuck.

“Where’s Yunho?” Jongho asked.

“Crow’s nest. Captain told him to make sure Si-Hyuk isn’t following us. The greedy little man might want his prized powder monkey back,” the green haired boy responded, suddenly shifting his gaze to Wooyoung.

Jongho simply rolled his eyes and mumbled “I do everything around here,” before breaking the wood plank in half with his bare hands and moving on.

“I’m San by the way,” the green haired pirate called at Wooyoung’s back with a friendly wave. Wooyoung couldn’t help but smile and wave back.

“Here we are,” Jongho announced as they reached the main mast. “Our final stop for the tour, and I trust you know how to navigate ropes?” Wooyoung nodded. He’d been living in ships for almost his whole life; he was confident on ropes.

Sure enough, if he squinted he could see someone up the crow’s nest, keeping their eyes peeled on the horizon behind them. “Go wash up for breakfast then. Seonghwa will ring the bell when it’s time.” Wooyoung stayed stuck to his spot and Jongho stared at him before sighing, “Alright one question, then wash up.”

“How did you get promoted? What are you, 19?” Wooyoung immediately burst out. Jongho smiled knowingly and obliged him.

“I’m 17. And Hongjoong-hyung is not like most captains. He doesn’t really believe in classes and staying in your lane. I mean look at his reputation- he never stays in his lane! If he sees a skill or something that can be made use of, he’ll be sure to use it. Being young or new doesn’t matter to him. In my case, you must’ve noticed I’m pretty strong...”

Wooyoung nodded, there was no way he was getting the image of this boy splitting wood planks with his bare hands out of his head.

“...And I’m also fairly level-headed in comparison to everyone else I suppose, so he made me Master-at-Arms. He pays attention, and he liked my ideas for keeping the crew in shape. I think he made his final decision on it one night after I protected the ATEEZ effectively during a fire fight with a trade ship. All the other officers onboard with a couple of exceptions were assigned in similar ways, after it was put to a vote. Like I said, you’ll figure it out. Go on, now.”

Wooyoung obeyed, slightly jarred that this boy who was younger than him was a full-fledged officer and giving him orders.

There were only a few minutes before the bell went off and the powder monkeys hurried to the galley with the rest of the crew. Wooyoung was impressed to see a decent portion of soup served alongside a slice of bread for each person, and all on a small square wooden plates. Si-Hyuk’s cook had never given out plates.

As he perched on a barrel on the main deck, Wooyoung wondered if in fact his life had taken a turn for the better and not the worse.

He glanced at the man leaning against the rail next to him. He was dressed in a nice tan jacket and his hair caught the rising sun in strands of pinkish blond.

Wooyoung realised as he looked around that much of the crew was sporting a head of hair dyed an unusual shade. He remembered Mingi’s blue locks and the captain’s sandy blond hair and wondered if there was a reason for all the colours.

“You the new monkey?” The man next to him asked through his bite of bread. Wooyoung nodded and introduced himself.

“I’m Yeosang,” came the response “Sailing Master.”

Wooyoung was impressed again but knew what to expect when he asked Yeosang’s age. They were born the same year, and Yeosang pointed out San, Mingi, and the Master Rigger Yunho, all fellow officers of his, were the same age as them as well. Wooyoung shook his head. “Is there a reason everyone here is so young?”

Yeosang smiled at him. It was a broad, genuine smile, and Wooyoung listened intently to his answer.

“It’s all a matter of perspective really. Every ship has young boys on it as long as there are powder monkeys. What’s different about us is that we don’t turn them out when they grow too much.”

Wooyoung grimaced. That’s surely what would’ve happened to him had he stayed on Si-Hyuk’s ship. “But this life is dangerous...” he mumbled, mostly to himself.

Pirate life was not for the faint of heart. And being in a position such as Jongho’s, where one’s job was essentially warfare, sounded risky to Wooyoung.

Yeosang laughed. “It’s an adventure, Wooyoung. That’s the point.”

Wooyoung realised he actually had no idea what these pirates were after in the first place and was about to ask what the adventure was when he was interrupted by a cry from the crow’s nest.

“Land ho!”

...

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A/N: Here is chapter 2! Sorry it’s a little late and not quite as long as it’s mostly just set up for the rest of the story, next chapter will be more interesting pinky promise!!

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Books and Boys

Valentines day is always more enjoyable when you can spend it in a place you love, with someone you care about.

Pairing: Reader X Loki Featuring: Reader X Loki X Steve X Tony Warnings: None

From the ages of eight through eighteen, you would never find me sitting somewhere reading a book. It was not if I had a hatred for them, it just seemed that I had no use for them. At those ages, I thought I was the most fantastic thing to be seen and was above the simple act of reading. However once I had settled into my powers and adjusted into my new home at the Avengers facility, I had found something lacking in my life. And the answer had been as clear as rain. Books.

The less I gravitated away from my once normal life, the more I needed something to give me an escape. Something that could take me away from the loud moments of reality, which could often be too overwhelming, and bring me to a world, where the path was clearly written out, and nothing in my power would alter the road ahead.

But as much as I loved books, there was someone else in the tower who had the utmost respect and adoration for the stories that laid within his bookshelves. Loki was an advent reader, and almost always was caught with a book in hand, no matter where the location. At first, I thought it odd, but the more I came to find the love of books, the more I realized why Loki was so drawn to them, especially after the life he had lived.

Loki and I became good friends after a while. We quite enjoyed each others company in which we could discuss literature and authors. I was even lucky enough for him to show me some of the writers from across the nine realms, and even a few pieces from light years away.

It was a cold day in New York but it being February that was no surprise. The cold would linger for a few more weeks until spring would appear, but until then I would embrace the cold with open arms seeing as I had no one to warm me with the offer of their coat or someone to lean in close to share their warmth. Everyone in the tower seemed to have someone there romantically. Tony had Pepper, Natasha and Bruce, Clint had Laura, heck Peter was even seeing some girl from school. But there was one person I could count on for this Valentine's day to be just about as lonely as me, and that was Loki.

Now I had nothing against Valentine's day, in fact, I took pleasure in the idea that somehow one day could influence so much emotion. Although I didn't like the fact that some people put all their effort into one day, instead of the whole year. But this Valentine's day I was going to make it enjoyable, and my grand plan involved making someone else's day too.

“Loki?” I entered the library with the fullest of confidence that Loki would be perched somewhere with another new novel in hand. Hopefully, the one I had recommended to him, although I was. A bit nervous that he was going to tear it apart, like so many of my other favorite books that I had recommended to him.

“Over here.” His monotoned voice always carried well within the library. With a few swift turns, I found Loki sat in front of one of the windows, with his feet perched up on the ledge. I sat down and grabbed the book out of his hands, careful to mark the page with his bookmark before closing it shut. Loki brought down his feet as he knew I was about to chew his ear off about something, and his relaxed state was to soon be no more.

“I have an extraordinary surprise for you, and it involves our love for a certain common interest of ours.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” I stood up from my seat and motioned for Loki to do the same. Slowly Loki stood from his chair, giving himself a moment to stretch out, before following me through the rows of books.

“Well if you don't know by now I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Seems only fair. But may I ask of what is the occasion of this surprise.” I smiled at him as I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the main lobby. I could tell by the confused look on Lokis face, that for once he had no idea of the future events to happen ahead. Which was something I thoroughly enjoyed.

“I’ve never been below the tenth floor before. Why are we heading to the lobby?”

“Now what's the fun in a surprise if I tell you?” The doors smoothly opened and in the lobby stood Tony and Steve, anxious to get on with the day so they could get ready for the dates that they had planned for the evening. I took a look back at Loki who was still more confused than ever, but he still followed me forward closer to the pair.

“Alright reindeer games, I will say this once, and only once because I am kind of in a hurry here, I can't be late for a date with Pepper again. We are giving you the special one time opportunity to go with (y/n) out into the city. But understand there are many rules and many more consequences if you break these rules.” Steve took a step forward and reached for Lokis hand. He drew back Lokis sleeve and put on a tracking bracelet, making sure to fastly secure it into place before taking a step back.

“I’ve just put a tracking device on you, so don’t think about getting any ideas. (y/n) has found to do this wildly nice thing out of the kindness of her own heart, so understand that if you betray her trust, you are going to be sorry that you ever arrived on this planet. (y/n) Is your chaperone for this evening so what she says goes. With the push of a button, we all get a call that will include us with your location so you won't get far. Also Tony has programmed this tracker that if it goes a certain distance away from (y/n), it will set off an alarm, and again we all get calls giving us your location.”

“So, you know the rules, now do your best to not disrupt Miss Potts, and I’s evening. Because not only will you disrupt our night, but everyone else's too.” Tony picked up our coats and was quick to hand them to us and send us off through the door. Tony had a reputation for being late on dates, and since he was late last Valentines day, it seemed like he was going to do everything in his power to be on time this year.

Loki followed me to the town car where our shield agent slash chauffeur was waiting. I waved my hand to get Loki to get in first, and I soon followed. For once it hadn't taken much convincing to make this trip happen. Of course I was nervous that Loki was going to try something as he always did, but this excursion was really going to be a treat that would hopefully occupy Lokis thoughts long enough, to not give him any ideas about escaping out into the city, and by reaction causing the others to have to leave their dates.

I could tell by the curiosity in Lokis eye that he had no clue about where he was going. He had only seen NYC once before, and those were under very different circumstances. Now with nothing but a gorgeous blush pink sunset, and couples flocking the streets, I could tell Loki was finding some enjoyment in the city he once tried to destroy.

Finally, when we arrived at the front of the building, I could feel my heart begin to race. Although Loki and I were just friends, I couldn't be more excited to give him this gift for Valentine's day.

“Loki I would like to welcome you to the main branch of the New York Public Library.” I was fast to grab Lokis wrist, and we exited the car together. Although I wouldn't call it a smile, I swore I could see Lokis lips curl just a tad, not wanting to give away the excitement he honestly felt.

“I have read and heard about this library, but I didn't think that today I would have the pleasure of getting to see it, especially with you.”

“Well I figure it was the one place that you were bound to love in this city, I mean come on its a beautiful place filled with beautiful books.” We continued up the stairs to the library entrance where our tour guide was waiting to greet us. It had taken Tony some extra work to vet a tour guide that would be appropriate for touring an alien who tried to demolish the city only so many years ago, but once Tony contacted them, they didn't mind at all, of course seeing that there were a few security details not far behind. We of course agreed and had gotten a shield agent stationed at every point of the tour, leaving myself and the tour guide a little less to worry about.

After the quick greeting, the guide showed us around the public areas of the library giving us all the historical information about the building, and a few pieces about the books that it held. Of course, what I knew I was looking most forward to was the restricted areas. I had always wanted to go into them but never had the opportunity to find the time or the people to convince. But of course, with one call from Tony Stark, dreams could turn into reality with the snap of a finger.

As we continued into the restricted area, I watched Lokis eyes grow as we passed through all the books. As much as he loved to brag about his personal collection that rested back in his room on Asgard, he would have to admit that the number of books that we had passed, had far exceed his collection. After all, some of the books we were now seeing were the only copies of some transcripts and novels, per the writer's wishes. We each had the opportunity to take a look at some of the exclusive material, and although we didn't have long to read. Every paragraph that flowed through my mind left me with more love for words and the art it could transform into.

As we got to the end of the tour, we were allowed access to one of the smaller sections of the library, that was closed for the night to the general public, except for us. Loki and I split off as we wandered the shelves looking for something to peruse during our last hour at the library. I chose some Hemingway because I was always a sucker for him. I slumped down in one of the seats, and before I opened my book, I took careful note to Loki as he carefully brushed his fingers against the books before stopping at a Jane Austin novel. I was quite surprised as he often told me that she was far too overrated and that her work was merely nothing more than child's play. But as he slowly brought back Pride and Prejudice from the shelf, I was quick to turn open my book, not wanting Loki to become annoyed and put the book back.

Loki meandered for a bit more before taking a seat next to me and opening his book. We probably stayed silent for a good thirty minutes before I partially closed my book and turned my body towards him.

“So how are you enjoying the book so far.” Without looking up, Loki mumbled out a response,

“It’s better then I thought it would be I must say.” I smirked to myself as I reopened my book.

When the time finally came, I walked back to where I had found my Hemingway, and carefully slipped it back into its home. When I walked back over to where Loki was, I saw him quickly finish the chapter before he too returned the book back to its original spot.

“Ready to head back to the tower?”

“Never.” Loki scoffed to himself as he looked at his feet. I knew this had to be hard. I had just given him a taste of freedom, but now he was stuck going back to the tower. Although it had a lot to offer, it couldn't beat the streets of New York. And the only other taste of freedom would be on our next scheduled trip to the upstate compound in late June.

“It took a little bit of work, but I’m sure we could come here again sometime.” Lokis head lifted suddenly, a smile peeking across his face.

“I know I’m the god of tricks, but if you are deceiving me, I won't be happy.”

“I promise you I would never use books to tease you.” Loki took a step forward closing the gap in between us. Before I could take another breath, Loki swooped into pressing his lips deeply into mine. He brought his hand up to hold the back of my neck in place. When he finally let up, I took a second to catch my breath.

“Wow.”

“I’m good for more than just reading and talking you know (y/n)?”

“I just gathered that.” I said, feeling the blood rush to my cheeks. Loki grabbed my hand and held it gently to his chest.

“I actually had done a little research about this day before you asked me to come here. I appreciate you taking the time to show me this place. And for getting me out of the tower for the first time. In appreciation for the trip and to showing me such kindness, I say this in the utmost gratitude, and I will deny this if you tell anyone I said this but, (y/n) (y/l/n), will you be my valentine?” I giggled lightly under my breath. Things had taken a pleasant unexpected turn today. I looked up at Loki and smiled, before placing a kiss on his lips, barely touching just to tease him a bit, before drawing back.

“Loki I would be honored to be your valentine.”

[the-reader-to-my-hero]

It’s Raining Somewhere

Note: i think Candy and Rain are homonyms in Japanese? Feel free to correct me!

A sequel to Voice

Tears fell onto his phone screen, magnifying little splotches of the dead chat. Tomura grinded his teeth, trying to bite back the sob in his throat. He shook like porcelain china in an earthquake, rattling further and further toward the edge until finally he’ll—

“Hey…” a soft voice whispered into Tomura’s left ear, sending his muscles coiling and his body whirling around to face the intruder. Yet all he saw was empty space, and he tried to gulp down air, tried to make sense of the disembodied voice from beneath the howling winds of his emotions.

“Hey, hey ssssh it’s okay, it is me. It is Rex,” the voice soothed as it shifted around to stay in both earbuds. It sounded like...a girl. “It is okay...I am here. I am here.” Her Japanese, while not as obvious as some, had hints of an English speaking accent. Her words were slow and carefully thought out.

“R-r-rex?” Tomura warbled, before clapping his hand over his mouth like a child after saying a bad word. God. He sounded pathetic. He was pathetic. He was supposed to be the horrific prodigé of All for One himself, to be the most notorious villain this damn hero society had ever seen. And yet...yet here he was, blubbering like a weakling, to a person he’s never even met.

“Yeah, yeah it is me,” she replied rather breathlessly. “Sorry, I know I do not speak Japanese very well.” Was that why she didn’t talk before? “But I am...I am here for you I—“ there was a huff of breath, an awkward chuckle “I did not...think this through. I am sorry.” Another chuckle.

“Why are you apologizing?” Tomura snapped irritably while he tried to absorb her voice into his head. This was a bit of a game changer simply put. It shouldn’t have been, but could he really be blamed for assuming that his friend was a dude or some non binary blob? But Rex’s voice was soft, husky, sounding like she was relaxed even though her words were all over the place.

“Habit,” was her curt response. If Tomura could strain his ears he would. He listened to the muffled sound of footsteps that slowed with creaking wood like she was climbing stairs. There was a squeal of a door opening and the faint tell-tale slam that it shut with behind her. A twinge of jealousy shot through him. He would have been berated by Kurogiri for slamming the door.

It struck him she mentioned living all alone. He wondered if she was lonely. He decided that if she was it was her fault. That didn’t stop the fact Tomura was… feeling things. Things that scared him more than any pro-hero or plan going wrong; this warmth blossoming in his shivering body.

“Oh,” she remarked with insightful commentary “it is candy*”

“Candy??” he blurted, thrown both by the tone and the statement. What was candy? Why did she just realize whatever it is was candy? He didn’t hear the sound of something being opened, no creak of a door, or a box.

If Tomura hadn’t cranked up his volume he would have missed Rex muttering “candy...candy…” under her breath. Suddenly RaticalRex exclaimed: “Oh! Rain!” forcing her friend to rapidly turn his volume back down.

Tomura scoffed, “You say you speak japanese, but you can’t even distinguish candy and rain?” She was silent for a few long moments, making him wriggle impatiently. What little patience he had rapidly dried up in just a few seconds. “Seriously?? Are you that slow even understanding it?!”

He just got an awkward chuckle immediately in return. Her comprehension seemed fine… Or maybe she just thought he sounded funny or something. He already felt like a joke.

Just when it seemed she spontaneously dropped dead, Rex replied, “Well. Not….exactly.” There was the sound of light footsteps. What was she doing? “I—uhm…. I am not used to talking...out loud.” Another awkward half-laugh. “I can’t even speak in English, and that’s my first language.”

“That’s your fault. I told you to go outside…” Tomura hissed sourly.

“Mhm. You diiid” she recalled nonchalantly. She seemed completely unphased by his hostility, but that wasn’t anything new. Infact, it was like his biting remarks comforted her, her Japanese loosening up like muscle memory was kicking in. “Doesn’t mean I talk to strangers.”

“You’re talking to me,” it was an automatic response that flew right out of his mouth. There was a pregnant pause. Shigaraki sat back in his bed with held breath, the springs of his mattress creaking loudly.

“Heh! Yeah…” she hummed, before falling into silence. Tomura swore he heard the faint drumming of a downpour. “But you’re not…

really a stranger… a-at least not to me,” there was a quiver to her matter-of-fact tone, a subtle wavering of confidence. Did it really matter to her that much?

“Hm,” Tomura grunted, not knowing what to say to that. They’ve known each other for… about a year now? They didn’t even play games that often anymore, they just… talked. Talked about… things. Things like video games, movies, and trends. They had discussed anything and everything, like it was natural, like one of them wasn’t a dire wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

Tomura glanced at his bedroom door. He felt thrilled, like a kid sneaking out under their parent’s noses. Nothing had changed, but then again that wasn’t true was it? Rex spoke,something they (or she) had always made up excuses for not doing.

“Hey,” Rex called out of the blue, her voice so quiet it was barely above a husky whisper like she was afraid she’d scare him. Damn, he wasn’t some skittish rabbit. He was Shigaraki Tomura...not that she knew that.

“What,” he snipped, instinctively lifting his chin as he stared at his phone like she could feel his glare.

“Is it raining where you are?”

“How the fuck should I know?”

There was a faint snicker, and a shift of feet. “By looking out a window silly goose.”

Silly goose?? What were they 12???

Yet for whatever reason, Shigaraki still got to his feet with a displeased groan, and slunk toward the tightly drawn blackout curtain. He shuffled with the blinds, squinting at the light, before letting his eyes adjust. Lo and behold, it was pouring outside, water falling in thick sheets with the wind howling.

“Yeah it’s rainin’, why?” he muttered impatiently, staring out over flickering city lights as the lights bounced off the water. Huh. It was almost kind of pretty.

“I just… I-I like the rain,” her tone was a little shy, unsure, clearly hearing just how odd that sounded. “I live outside the city… so I can’t really see it that well but it's...its nice. I think so anyway.”

“Hm…” There was another pause, but Tomura waited, pressuring her to say something else. She was just spouting nonsense like she always did (her speaking voice practically an exact match to her texts), but she just… intrigued him.

Rex snorted “Y’know, I don’t get out all that much, gotta listen to a lot of ...noise when I’m working,” there was the faint sound of footsteps. “Nice to hear the rain for a change.”

“You’re fucking weird Rat,” Shigaraki flopped back onto his bed, starfishing out and staring up at the ceiling.

What followed was a genuine guffaw, an outburst that sounded like a bootleg Godzilla scream. Tomura’s eyes about popped out of his head at the bizarre sound, and the series of giggles that followed afterward. Before he could as so much as open his mouth, she had already opened hers.

“Sorry sorry it’s just!” she couldn’t finish her sentence before devolving back into senseless snickering. God, her laugh was weird, like someone with a faulty spray bottle.

“Why are you laughing at me? The fuck is so funny?!” Paranoia seeped into Decay_God’s skin like he was soaking in a bath.

“No no! I’’ not—I’m not laughing at you!” Rex tried desperately to reassure him. “It's just—what you said was true and it just—!” She laughed more, and Tomura sullenly folded his arms and stared at his decrepit ceiling, counting the seconds it took her to pull herself together. “It’s just something that you would say.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Decay drawled with a curl to his lip.

“N-no! Thats not—“ she caught her breath “It’s just...Cool that you don’t treat me any different cause...I probably wasn’t what you were expecting.”

“Why? Cause you’re a girl?” she didn’t reply. Bingo. “I couldn’t give less of a fuck. You kick ass in the arena. You get results. That’s what matters to me, not if you have fucking tits.” He heard her snort, the sound muffled like she was covering her mouth. Tomura smirked a little, caught off just a tad how she laughed rather than strangled him.

‘It's just something you would say’. Did she think about him? How often? What other stuff did he “say”?

“Thanks Decay,” jesus was she trying to murder him with kindness?

“For what?”

“Being a good friend.” The gentle tone was so earnest, it single handedly shut down Tomura’s 2 working brain cells. Him??? A good friend? No. No that wasn’t right…

“Huh?” he grumbled, feeling his eyelids drooping. He was crashing, the exhaustion of the day and his breakdown creeping in slowly. Chances were he hallucinated that statement.

“Well, like, you’ve done a lot for me a-and… I dunno…” cue another nervous chuckle, “I’m glad...we’re friends.”

Tomura didn’t know what to say, how to reply, he never did. RaticalRex had thrown these curve balls at him before, but hearing the warmth in her voice was...a whole different ball game. In times like these, Tomura’s brain would shift gears, try to take control of this situation by throwing out whatever came to mind first.

“Why were Amaria’s tits so fucking big?” was what won the lottery for his emergency slot machine of words to say. He was too tired to even kick himself over the shitty

There was a beat of silence, 1, 2; “Amaria’s tits were one hundred percent fanservice and it’s bullshit. She was actually so well-written too! Someone clearly put a lot of work into her but hur dur someone thought that she looked better with double-d titties to slap around and—“

RaticalRex kept talking, audibly moving around with the clink! of dishes and running water following her. sounding like she was making dinner. Decay_God quickly sank into the purgatory between dreaming and waking realm, listening to the sounds someone he never met but felt like he knew.

He was so tired, that he thought he heard RaticalRex whisper a soft “Goodnight Tomura,” before he sank beneath the waves of sleep. Yet when he awoke 8 hours later, the words had not evaporated with the foggy dreams.

“Goodnight Decay, get some sleep” lied in the chat from around 6 hours ago. It was a dream. It had to be his subconscious and conscious intertwining xXDecay_GodXx and Shigaraki Tomura. It was just a dream.

...Right?

[the-literalist]

Spare Me Some Time (12)

Pairing: USUK

Word Count: 2234

Summary: Alfred Jones is as poor as they get, living homeless on the streets. He is the type of man that high-paid businessman Arthur Kirkland would never spare a passing glance, but that’s about to change.

Link to the full story on AO3

Well this was certainly a … new type of experience for Arthur.

Regardless of the fact that he hadn’t been invited to a friendly gathering in ages, this type of hangout was simply not his forte. All the same, he couldn’t really complain about the circumstances he had found himself in. Arthur watched on as Alfred happily chatted with his Japanese friend while some other guests at the apartment battled each other in Call of Duty. This “video game party”, as Kiku had presented it, was an excuse for nerds to flock together to geek out about the latest and greatest games to hit the market.

Arthur couldn’t even remember if he had ever played a video game before. He preferred reading as a child. None of this violent, headache-inducing mayhem ever appealed to him. It was obvious how different Alfred’s upbringing was from his own.

The taller man had practically begged Arthur to come along with him to this party, even though Alfred was obviously very close with Kiku (or at least he used to be, before he lost his job and became homeless 6 months ago). Arthur knew he would feel out of place but he decided to appease Alfred and accompany him. The big puppy dog eyes that Alfred had displayed were impossible to say no to, and also ever since Alfred had moved into Arthur’s flat two weeks prior, Arthur felt like he had to protect him somewhat.

Arthur had even purchased a new phone for him and got him set up on his own plan, so Alfred was able to talk to his friends and family again. Arthur sighed contentedly as he recalled how thankful Alfred had been with the new phone, adding contacts and texting people he hadn’t spoken with in so long.

This excluded his parents, since Alfred had already disclosed to Arthur how his shitty parents had kicked him out once he told them he was gay. Just thinking about it made Arthur’s blood boil. He wanted to teach them a painful lesson for ever treating Alfred poorly. In fact, anyone that even so much as glanced at his newfound roommate the wrong way would incur the Englishman’s wrath. A twinge of guilt reminded Arthur of how he had treated Alfred when they first met, how hostile and cruel he had been when the poor man was only trying to return his money to him.

But regardless of that initial meeting, they had quickly developed a strong friendship after Alfred moved in. They were open with each other, talked about anything and everything, and had formed a comfortable rhythm as roommates. Arthur would work during the day while Alfred stayed in the flat working out (to regain some muscle mass) and job-hunting on Arthur’s computer. For dinner, either Alfred would have it prepared before Arthur returned from a long day at work, or the pair would cook together.

Arthur’s heart fluttered just thinking about it. He never realized cooking could be so fun, but Alfred really showed him to open his mind to new experiences. Everything they had done together thus far had seemed like an exciting new adventure, for both of them. In all honesty, it was completely barmy that the stone-cold Arthur Kirkland had been reverted to a kind-hearted and fun-loving person – but supposedly Alfred just rubbed off on him, a little too much.

He wasn’t going to complain. Not at all. Which was why he wouldn’t complain about his current predicament being stuck at a party with complete strangers playing games that he couldn’t care less about. Alfred was happy and that’s all that mattered.

The American man was talking animatedly to Kiku from the far couch, his blue eyes sparkling and his hands gesturing wildly as he recounted a story. Arthur heaved another blissful sigh…he hadn’t meant to fall this hard but he couldn’t keep denying it. He liked Alfred. He really liked Alfred.

All of a sudden the blue eyes darted over to him. “Hey Arthur, why are you staring off like that? Don’t be a wallflower!” Alfred motioned for him to come over which Arthur begrudgingly obliged.

“I’m not being a wallflower,” Arthur said as he rolled his eyes. “I just want to give you some time with your friend since you two haven’t hung out properly in so long.”

Kiku smiled briefly. “It is no trouble. Since Alfred has a phone again, we have been texting more frequently.”

Arthur couldn’t deny the tiny bit of envy that coursed through him. “Ah, alright then,” he tried to appear as nonchalant as possible even though the thought that someone else was vying for Alfred’s attention left him feeling a tad bit emotional and angry.

“I have been wanting to ask you, would you like some tea? I see you haven’t gotten a drink from the soda table yet, but you seem like the person that would enjoy a cup of tea instead.”

Okay so maybe Kiku wasn’t so bad after all. Arthur couldn’t dislike this man even if he was slightly jealous of his friendship with Alfred. “That would be lovely, yes. Jasmine tea, if you don’t mind.”

He heard snickering coming from Alfred which he should have expected. “Oi shut it, will you??” Arthur exclaimed, which just incited more laughter.

“Not a problem, Arthur, I will be right back,” Kiku said as he excused himself to the kitchen.

Arthur nodded politely at him right before he felt a hand grab him to pull him down on the couch. He yelped indignantly at the manhandling but Alfred just continued laughing at him. “Oh c’mon, I’m just trying to make you comfortable!”

“I can assure you, this is not the way to do it,” he retorted as he jerked his arm out of Alfred’s grasp.

“Sorry, I just don’t want you to look so bored and lonely. You need to relax and try to have some fun! Why don’t you call dibs on the next game? It can be something easy, like Mario Kart,” the American man replied semi-sincerely, with a hint of humor fluttering below the surface of his words. It was obvious that Arthur was a novice when it came to this kind of thing, but now that he was being challenged, he would show Alfred and everyone else that he could hold his own!

….Well he tried anyway.

After failing at Mario Kart, Halo, Overcooked, and Call of Duty, Arthur finally conceded the controller to a more advanced and worthy player – a lively woman named Elizabeta. It was embarrassing, but he knew it was all in good fun; even with his roommate tittering loudly behind him, calling him a rookie, egging him on and trying to encourage him at the same time.

But eventually Alfred excused himself from the couch to have a one-on-one chat with Kiku in the latter’s bedroom. Arthur couldn’t contain his curiosity, wondering what the pair were discussing in such private quarters. The jealousy was something he would have to work on. He was 30 years old for Christ’s sake! He wasn’t going to keep this man from having a private discussion with his good friend. Arthur took a deep breath and kept his eyes trained on the telly, blankly watching the cascading colors and figures flash across the screen as the other guests shouted and jeered at one another.

This was going to be a long night.

The walk back to Arthur’s flat was mostly quiet. Arthur couldn’t tell if it was a comfortable silence or if Alfred could feel the tension that the shorter man was radiating.

Maybe he should just address it. They had been pretty open with each other about everything up until that point and if he didn’t say something, it would just gnaw away at him until he exploded with unprecedented hostility. It had happened many times in his past. It was all a matter on how he breached the subject.

“So…” the Englishman began gingerly, “How was your talk with Kiku? Did you two catch up?”

The American tossed him a quick glance before sighing deeply. But it wasn’t angry, it seemed resigned. “Yeah… I told him about everything. I owed him the truth and I knew he was super curious even though he didn’t outwardly say it. So I told him after I lost my job I was homeless for a while and I lost a lot of hope that things would change… until you crossed my path actually.”

Arthur hadn’t been expecting that response. Once again proving that it was silly to jump to conclusions and allow jealousy to consume him earlier. Of course Kiku and Alfred had been discussing the trauma and suffering that Alfred faced during his time living on the streets. It made perfect sense to have that kind of talk in private. And the last part of what Alfred said made his heart skip a beat.

“I see, and how did he take it? Did he offer words of encouragement? I assume he was supportive, correct? He seems like a decent lad.”

“Oh he is. More than decent! Honestly it was a huge relief to tell him the truth. I’m so happy we saw him at that suit store. It was such a lucky coincidence and I have YOU to thank for that too.” Alfred raked a hand through his hair, as if coming to some awe-inspiring realization. “I seriously have so much to thank you for. You completely changed my life around in a short amount of time. And I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it a million more times. Thank you so much for everything, Arthur. I mean it,” his smile was bright even though his eyes were watery as green locked with blue. And Arthur couldn’t help but feel the emotional impact of those statements as his own eyes teared up a bit as well.

“It’s unnecessary to keep saying that, I do appreciate it though. More importantly, I should be thanking you. This is going to sound completely sappy so don’t you dare make fun of me…,” he collected himself with a deep inhale before continuing. “…I know I have a long way to go but I do feel like you changed me for the better. I just feel…happier and lighter almost. Like the weight of the world has been lifted. I suppose what I want to say is that I’m glad we met, and I’m glad you agreed to live with me.” That was probably too much information, but he couldn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. Everything was still so new, they still had so much more to learn about each other. And yet… it just felt right, when they were together laughing and bantering and sharing memories, it all felt so natural. Arthur wanted to be sure he wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

He spared a glance at Alfred who was staring at him in amazement. The light blush on his cheeks was illuminated by the overhead street lights as they continued down the sidewalk and Arthur had to turn away as he felt his own face flush in response.

Alfred grabbed his arm lightly to stop him from walking. Arthur’s heart was thundering inside his ribcage as he turned to face the taller man.

“Do you really mean that?”

They were so close together. Too close together. “Yes. Every word.”

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” it was a whisper but Arthur heard it as clear as day.

He didn’t trust his own voice but he managed to croak out a “yes” before the distance was closed between them. Alfred kissed him so deeply and passionately that Arthur’s head was spinning, he felt overwhelmingly hot and unsteady but like hell that would stop him from enjoying this. He kissed back with as much fervor as he could muster, while Alfred wrapped his arms around him pulling him closer for a heated embrace.

They broke for air after a few minutes that felt impossibly long.

“Damn, that was…,” Alfred tried to put a coherent sentence together but was clearly having trouble formulating his thoughts. “That was just…holy shit.”

Arthur agreed with that sentiment wholeheartedly. “I think I saw stars.”

“I think I saw sparks.”

“…I think we have a spark,” Arthur replied cheekily.

There was a lopsided smile in response before he replied, “I think so too.”

The rest of the walk back to Arthur’s flat passed in a blur, with both men hand-in-hand and smiling so brightly it rivaled the luminosity of the moon.

That night Alfred moved his stuff from the guest bedroom to the master bedroom. He never moved out.

Bonus:

After a few months of job hunting, Alfred finally lands a job at a non-profit organization. It doesn’t pay much, but it’s enough for Alfred to pitch in a bit for the rent so he doesn’t feel like a total freeloader. Obviously Arthur just wants Alfred to be happy so it’s not a big deal. Arthur decides to throw Alfred a surprise party for getting a new job and he enlists the help of Kiku in rounding up some of Alfred’s other friends around the city. Alfred is so shocked and happy that all his friends are there to support him, with his new boyfriend being the greatest support of all.

A/N: Well this concludes my writer's block. Hope you enjoyed this story (for however many people are still left in this fandom LOL). But for real, the reviews are what made me gain the motivation to finish this. Thanks for the support over the years!!

[jikook-kills-me]

Love is a Game we Play (Jikook-Fanfic)

Chapter 1

Sitting in the modern office furnished in the tones of black and white that follows the design basically the trademark of J Group of Companies, Kim Namjoon was typing furiously on his keyboard trying to finish the report that he had to hand over to the CEO in about an hour. But Namjoon being the ultimate perfectionist he is when it comes to his job wanted to finish it early so he could go over it again to see if he left something out or if it needed any alteration. Being the Chief Operating Officer of a company of this magnitude like the J Group-which had multiple brands to its name be it clothes, accessories, shoes, electronics, cosmetics and architect you name it, J Group was involved in everything either directly or as a holding company- means there was basically no space for errors or being lazy. And Namjoon was hell good at his job the best even which basically doubles the expectations the company and even the President had from him. Having the CEO as one of his best friends doesn’t help either, it means he had to work twice as hard to prove himself.

Namjoon was basically working for this company since he was 19 and fresh out of university having graduated early. He steadily made his way up the corporate ladder and now at 25 he was where we wanted to be. It had been about three years since he became the holder of such an important position in the company and anyone else would have been afraid of the workload but not Kim Namjoon, he didn’t work his ass off only to get scared when he finally achieved his goal.

A sudden knock on his office door pulled his attention from his computer screen to the tinted glass door and he frowned because he clearly remembered leaving his assistant with the instructions not to disturb him. At his permission his assistant entered the room looking apologetic. He bowed and said. “I am sorry to disturb you sir but this is important.”

“What is it?” Namjoon asked.

“Sir Kim Jae is coming to Korea.” He said.

“Kim Jae? The model? What has that got to do with me? ” Namjoon asked clearly confused and a tad bit mad.

“Sir last month the President said he wanted a new face for our clothing brand HAZE because the photographer refused to work with the current one.”

At this Namjoon couldn’t help but snicker. Min Yoongi never fails to impress him seriously, he directly asked the President himself for a new model just because ‘he was sick and tired of the current model’s face and it was killing his creativity and the aesthetics of his picture’. And Min Yoongi didn’t want his pictures to turn out bland.

“Oh yeah I told you to be on the lookout for some male models. But why Kim Jae?” Namjoon asked clearly curious. “As far as I know he grew up and lives in New York and he started modeling just recently, one and a half year to be exact.”

“Sir Min Yoongi-ssi recommended him as soon as it was announced that he was coming to Seoul to debut as a model in South Korea and the President approved since he has full faith in his choice.”

“So you mean Yoongi hyung wants to work with Kim Jae? That’s new. Hmm did anyone approach him with the possibility of signing with us?” Namjoon asked rubbing his chin.

“That would be a no Sir. I called his manager today but they were in a hurry to board the plane so we decided to discuss this after they land in Seoul.”    

“Okay. Get his manager on the phone and arrange a meeting as soon as possible. With the amount of attention he garnered in US it wouldn’t be surprising if other companies want him too. I need to discuss with Jungkook about the possibility of drawing up a contract though. Anything else?”

“No that’s all Sir.” His assistant bowed and took his leave.

Half an hour later Namjoon knocked on the glass door leading to the CEO’s office and was called in. As soon as he entered he was greeted with the view he grew accustomed to since the past two years. Jungkook-the CEO, the only son of the President of the J Group and one of Namjoon’s best friends-holding a framed photo in his hand staring at it as if it was his whole world. Even from this distance Namjoon could clearly see the bags under his eyes and Namjoon knew without even looking that the frame Jungkook was holding contained a photograph of the person Jungkook gave whole of himself to. The person Jungkook vowed to spend the rest of his life with; Park Jimin.

Namjoon cleared his throat and Jungkook looked up placing the frame on the table and his lips curved up in a hint of smile but it was enough for Namjoon to return one of his own.

“Hyung! Good morning. Is the report done?”

“Morning Jungkook-ah. Yes it is. Do you want to have a look at it before the meeting today?”

“No hyung. I trust you. Besides for the past two years you were basically doing my job for me so I don’t doubt that the report you made will be anything less than perfect.” Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he said that. “Hyung I know you told me not to worry about it but I am really sorry for pushing all of my responsibilities on you-”

“Hold it right there Jungkookie. It was really okay, I understand why you were like that. Losing the person you love is not something easy to go through and I never claimed to know how you felt but as your best friend sharing your burden was the least I could do and I did promise to be there for you no matter what.” Namjoon smiled his dimples on full display. Jungkook shook his head but smiled nonetheless.

Namjoon remembered Jungkook being the bubbly teenager, his dorkiness even rubbing off on him with time. Between Namjoon joining the company and during his countless visits to the Jeon house they became friends, Jungkook was only 16 at that time. Though Namjoon never met Jimin in person he knew all about him through Jungkook. And Namjoon was there when Jungkook lost himself after Jimin’s death, he was there when it was difficult for Jungkook to leave the bed let alone eat or shower. It took six months for Jungkook to leave the apartment he shared with Jimin. Another six months to come back to work. Jungkook finished college just recently and Namjoon couldn’t be more proud. But there was no hint of the previous Jungkook left in him. It was like he was working on autopilot his face blank. His emotions turned off. He was far off from his surrounding, drifting. And it hurt Namjoon every time to see his beloved donsaeng in that state. It took him and Yoongi a year after Jimin’s accident to bring some semblance of the old Jungkook back. To bring back that glint in his eyes that determination in his face. Jungkook was long way from being completely okay since Jimin had been an integral and such a big part of his life therefore his death was bound to leave some obvious wounds but at least he was on his way towards recovery. He was healing.

“Jungkook-ah you know about the model situation right?” Namjoon asked and Jungkook chuckled. “You mean how Yoongi hyung threw that hissy fit and literally kicked that model out? Then yes.” Namjoon laughed at that joined by Jungkook.

“Right. So he wants to work with Kim Jae and before you ask he is a Korean-American model started one and half year back, quite popular and highly demanded. He is coming to Seoul to debut here. And as far as I know his flight will be landing any minute now.”

“So what’s the problem?” Jungkook asked scrunching up his nose.

“The problem is we are not the only ones with our eyes on him. We need one hell of a contract for him to actually sign with us.” Namjoon replied mussing up his hair.

“Hyung I don’t want another bratty hissy model in this company who doesn’t know when to stop throwing tantrums and actually work.” Jungkook whined.

“Don’t worry he is an absolute delight to work with according to Yoongi.”

“Well that will be a first.” Jungkook snorted. “So make him an offer he cannot refuse. Make him think that we are actually agreeing to his terms but in reality they’ll be ours. Don’t give him any legroom to think, get him to sign as soon as possible before the other offers start pouring in and he gets more fish to choose from.”

“Hmm. You know he is Kim Seokjin’s brother?”  Namjoon asked.

“Kim Seokjin of the Kim Holdings? That Kim Seokjin?” At Namjoon’s nod Jungkook whistled. “I didn’t know Kim Seokjin had a younger brother.”

“Neither did I. Don’t you think being his brother; this Kim Jae is already aware of the business strategies that people use? Since Kim Seokjin is a prodigy in business world his brother would have some basic know how about it too.”

Jungkook thought for a moment and then said “Maybe. But hyung you are one hell a negotiator and you have that talent for convincing people. I have seen you do it. I have seen businessman crumble in front of you. I am sure you will come up with a non-rejectable offer.” And Jungkook grinned as he said that.

“You got that right Jungkookie.”

[ashy-kid-spammin]

I am Having Emotions, So Sit Down And Buckle Up.

So Uh. You know what? From now on, this is gonna be my procrastination central. I am gonna write stupid anecdotes about my life, but really, it’s not gonna be about my life. It’s gonna be about how I, a Dumbfuck™️, met a Bean and learned how to be a human being. SLowly, with enough practice. 

This anecdote is alternatively titled, How I met The Same Person Three Separate Times, and/or The Dumbfuck and the Bean

Date: August 28th: So me being a DumbFuck means I knew I had to plan all my classes right? First day of College, I got that all sorted. I got to everything on time, got all my homework and notes down, started out on the Right Foot. but here’s the issue. I got complacent. For Tuesday, I looked at my calendar and map, was like yeahhh, I can get everywhere no issue, and said, Fuck it (cause I was a cool College Kid. I could SWear for Real now). I’m not gonna visit these classrooms early at all! I can find them in Ten minutes. 

But there was a problem. I was not Prepared for Altgeld. See, Altgeld is a confusing building, with floors built all weird. It looks like a great big castle, all big and gray stone with bells chimin at :50 and the hour. Being all great and imposing, I went in through the front. Mistake. I had no idea where my second floor classroom was. And the clock was ticking down. Completely lost, I eventually caved and asked several different people. One of these people was a “dude” in some nerd buttonup and cargo shorts with disheveled longish hair. Like if the Bieber hair grew out and actually decided to look good, was a tad bit wilder. Impression: NERD™️ Probably quiet, had the kinda rimmed glasses that made them look like an owl. Plus they were Asian, so it looked like they might know where they were going. No. Not even a clue. Bright side: they were also in a calc discussion! Sorry, they said. I’m in calc one, they said. Disappointed, I was like meh and asked someone in the office. They found their class first, and I found mine soon after. I don’t remember if I thought they were cute. I generally don’t think that on first meetings. What I remember most though, is the quiet and easy way they teamed up with me. I really like that, actually. Being willing to go along with things is the thing I feel like I’m generally supposed to do but here, I felt like we were actually Working Together for the two minutes we were lost in Imposing and Foreign Architecture. Unfortunately, due to how brief, I forgot completely about this until a couple weeks after. When THey remembered, and told Me. 

Date: ??? Around Sep 2-7 (most likely sep 3)

This doesn’t technically count, but I feel obliged to mention it. So, Joy, my friend at this point, tells me to join the Metagamers discord, so I scour everyone’s intros and see if anyone has any pictures up. Only one. A magic card (though back then I was Dumb and thought it was Pokemon) with a kid on it. They had on a white wig and a cool cape. Obviously cosplay. I was wowed. Huh! A nerd who Also Cosplays! I’ve been looking for those, cause I also wanna do that! Best of all, it said their name on it. Yiwei. What a p cool name. I scroll to their intro and see a super excited with Caps and Exclamation Points Introduction, with bunches of rambley stuff about Larp and DND (also they explained their intro statement? who does that. Nerd). Impression: NERD with side of Mysterious Skills and Swanky Confidence. (that might edge over into arrogance) But back then, I just saw the energy, enthusiasm, and ability to cosplay. Huh, I said. What a cool person. I kept that in my mind, I guess. 

Date: September 8th

I’d heard about Club Campaign and their awesome and fun Game Night, So I thought I’d go over to the English Building at 7 and see what was up. It was actually fun! I met cool new people, who I didn’t know, who were fun and inclusive nerds (but because I was shy I didn’t open up too much, but felt better cause everyone was good about talking to me, and left at 10 because back then I slept at 12, like a good nerd) Anyways, They were on the other side of the table, playing werewolf with the big table group we had, but I thought their name sounded familiar, and they looked kinda cool, even if all the games I kinda wanted to kill them (in game) because they were fucking things up for us townspeople, or I was a werewolf and kinda had to. Anyways, they kept offering for the group this mostly empty mello yello bottle they were drinking, to spin and see who it would off, and every time it would either land on them or very close to them. So of course, the mob tried to off them, because mello yello had spoken (they will still never drink mello yello to this day). All I remember really is them being uproariously loud with their nerd friendos they’d just met and being like, really social. I thought they’d been in this friend group for a while was one of the Popular Cool Nerdos. (You know, the people that get ribbed the hardest in a friendly way and have all the respect anyways? that one). Impression: NERD with dash of Social Circle. 

Date: September 11th. 

It was a Tuesday game and I’d just met this bean. They were casually just talking to the DM, who told me I was gonna partner up with them this session, cause my character was an intern who needed an excuse to travel with the party. She likes aiding and Abetting People. Anyways, within the first few minutes, they joke about 9/11, talk about (when offered gum by me) how each time they ate gum they swallowed it, explained things that went over my head, and continued making puns about stuff. Impression: NERD–Irreverent Trainwreck Edition. I did like them, yes, but they were a bit Swanky and Rambunctious. I felt like they’d do a lotta bullshittery during the campaign and they didn’t disappoint. ((Me: Oh, y’know, just blowing gum over here. Them: who’s Gum? Me, five minutes later: *smacks forehead into both palms* Them: I can’t believe that took you so long.)) Surprisingly enough, I ended up enjoying their bullshit so much I decided to align myself more visibly, and decided to give them one of my hairclips. I didn’t expect myself to do that, honestly, and it felt a bit weird. But their strange almost over-expressiveness and charismatic excitement kinda won me over. I have no idea why I handed over my hairclip that night, or why it pleased me so much to see it immediately in their hair. Still, I thought. This might be the start of a Beautiful New Friendship. (oh boy)

Other trivial things I did was briefly think they were like 20 bc of all the white hairs they had. Then they accused me of having white hairs too, which I did. I now can’t believe I thought they weren’t a freshman. They had too much zest for life. Uhhh, anyways, I thought they were cute I guess. Because I had a weird hunch, I asked them their pronouns, at which point they wrote them down, and then.. I was like me too!! Because we used the same pronouns, she/her and they/them. That spark of connection was kinda wholly complete. See, I tend to only go for the people I have connections with. People who tend to be queer in some way, because that, I can feel on some level, you know? Things like attraction, gender identity, and stuff like that. It happened with (Codename) similarly too. But I felt that spark, like, immediately. Like actually within an hour of legit talking to this one. They were so vibrant, they kinda immediately stood out. Like a comet, or like a bright red flower against a generic green background. So I guess it isn’t hard to see why I kinda fell into Cute Person Likey Likey. 

Anyways, we ate dinner together with friendos after, and after I found out they lived in my dorm, we stayed up until like 12 in the piano rooms where they played me all the songs they knew, which was fun af. I liked them a lot. They seemed like a fun person. Throughout the thing, they kinda seemed nervous, a little bit pause-y, a lil timid, which I thought was because close proximity, aLone, and cause nerves from new person. As we said goodnight, they did all that stuff again, and just sorta shouted, “Check your Discord!!” and then dashed up the stairs. I didn’t know them very well, so I was like, huh. Impression: NERD with Casual Dramatic Flair. What a cool disheveled piano man, I thought in the most gender neutral way possible. 

So they wanted me to check my discord? Huh, I thought to myself. Maybe they just really wanna send me Cool Memes. 

I was wrong. 

I started nervously laughing, and then shaking, and then up and down pacing, and then my teeth were chattering, and then my roommate was like, what tf is going on, why are you suddenly Like THis. “I dunno! I don’t know why this is Happening,” I kinda whisper shrieked. He started laughing and was like boiiiiiii you in love I see the signs, you GAVE THEM your hairclip, if I don’t know what a sign is, that def is one. Three weeks and that man could read me like a neon sign. Everyone probably could, anyway. 

So my teeth were chattering, my entire body was shivering, but I had yet to respond. They sent me another vaguely panicky sounding thing. Coherently, I replied with this: 

Like I always say, yeaafhhhghvfbb. 

NEXT TIME: DumbFuck And Bean Wing A Date

[hartsholmecc-blog]

“The Day the Music Died...”

Typical isn’t it, you start something and then life gets in the way. ‘An entry per event’ he says, ‘I’ll not fall behind, I have loads of free time for this’.

Well it would seem that weddings distract the mind a tad, and take up a fair bit of time. Admittedly for me it was more the former and not so much the latter, as I did absolutely zero to assist in the planning of my own wedding. But here it is, a little later than predicted … and we have a few things to cover … so lock in!

6th February – Committee  

I’ve always enjoyed committee meetings, most people find them a hard slog but it’s usually a great excuse for me to get out of the house and chat rubbish for a while. Hartsholmes used to be a real hard slog, but over the last 6-12 months we have had a decent influx of new faces and therefore less of the same people making the same noises (often me and bunny). It has also taken on a surprisingly younger feel, typically club committees are stuffy, old and boring, but we have a pretty decent representation of players and old timers, with a couple of women on board too – what can I say, we truly are an inclusive membership.

 So we arrive at ‘the Shed’ (beloved nickname of the club bar) and settle in. We are positioned as usual out of the way around the corner, behind the table football, as it is usually quieter here. The club also doubles up as the social bar for our neighbouring Semi-Professional Football Club as well as being a working man’s club to the local estate.

 It was also Smithy’s (Chairman) first meeting in charge and you could tell the old boy wanted it to run smoothly, he clearly has an idea of how he feels these meetings should be run and this was his first chance to stamp a bit of authority and drive the club forward in the manner he sees fit. Fair play to him! It’s exactly what I would have done; never start soft as they will run all over you …. Saying that, I do like the sound of my own voice so for someone in charge to now have the ability to shut me up quicker is a little soul destroying. (I say in charge, we all know it’s just a bull-shit, figure head position, don’t we David ;) …)

This particular meeting flew by, much to my dismay, I could sit there dragging out cricket chat for hours.

With no Dovey (Head of youth) and no Bunny (Treasurer) that was two huge chunks of the meeting unaccounted for, so we could move quickly through the rest. To give you an idea of what a treat this was; Dovey loves a chat, and can make the smallest pointer last half an hour at least (usually the one point no-one cares about too, but he’s old and confused most of the time, so we let him off), and as Bunny holds the purse strings he has a complaint or query about almost everything that may cost us a quid or two.

The only real point of contention arrived when discussing the Sunday team and the playing availability of the youth’s within the club.

Whilst the league allows players from 12 and up to be registered and play in men’s cricket; as a club we let that decision be taken by the youth coaches as to whether they are ready or not.

Due to the lack of player availability for Sunday’s this year I voiced the opinion that should the child be considered old enough by the league and their parents happy for them to play, then we should make them available for selection on the proviso that the standing captain is sensible enough to not put them in danger at any point.

Well ladies and gents …. I was shot down, magnificently.

Apparently the argument of ‘in my day’ and ‘how old were you when you started playing’ or ‘well it did me no harm!’ doesn’t stand up anymore.

The Welfare officer, a beautiful lady by the name of Lisa (ye, I’m creeping here, she scares me), had my pants down! In short we have a reasonability to ensure that as a club we are doing the correct checks with regards to safety, and my laissez-faire attitude is not becoming of a club captain, and I’d better shut up, know my place and leave these matters to those in charge of the children …..

Well! All I can say is, I was very impressed with her style of argument, she put me straight back in my box and I was totally consumed by her aggressive ‘back down now Boz’ eyes throughout … dreamy! (As a side note her husband is also a beaut of a guy).

The only solution I could muster to have my opinion ratified, was that I start coaching more, provide hundreds of hours, therefore having a better knowledge of our kids so that I can personally overlook their transitions into men’s cricket …. Bunny, Its all yours mate, let us know when they are old enough to play!

Well played Lise … Well played … I cross you again at my own peril, Jay, do as you’re told, she’s fierce!

The only other point of note was that AJ decided to type into the minutes a question about where the pro was staying, with an associated action listed - even though this had already been decided ….

Come on man! Don’t give a bloke who has already said yes to taking the over-seas in have an opportunity to back out of it!!!!

Keep your head down, use assumption to ensure that it all stays the same and nothing changes until it’s all too late and he’s stuck with the decision. Politics, shades of grey and manipulation … all key in keeping the club on the right path! I do love a committee meeting.

10th February – Training

 A pretty dull session all in all. Everything was smooth and without incident. The numbers were a little down and it seems we have already lost the only new recruit of the winter. Great impression HCC!

I spent the bulk of my time taking catches from the catch-it board.

Quick note; if you are having trouble getting your catch-it board to grip and sit still when used in a sports hall … yoga mat … Stroke of genius!

I bought the thing in good faith, assuming I would be a professional and nimble stretcher within a few days, well I have finally got a use for it!

You total cricketing geeks can thank me later.

The decision was made to cancel next week’s session in assumption of the predicted dwindling numbers - due to a wedding that was inconveniently planned for a Saturday.

17th February – Wedding

This was the day I gave it all up to become a married man … except drinking & cricket of course.

That’s a bit of an over-statement. I gave up on the serious debauchery when my son was born, a ring was never going to change much more. I am old and boring now and go for the ‘shit-faced whilst chatting’ night as opposed to clubbing & shagging (I was cool once, honest).

To be fair the main reason it was happening on this day was purely cricket related. I had full-out refused to get married during the season so as to avoid a game clash. One of two things would have happened, either we would have had no one turn up, or a game would have had to have been forfeited, neither of which were options. So I am sorry Milly, but wrap up for a brisk February wedding … as you may be my love, but you were not my first love … that title belongs solely to cricket.

I will now share with you the drunken views of my special day from our Off-spinner; posted the night before my betrothal.

“I'm pissed, fair enough but tomorrow is emotional! I lose Boz!!! He's been my only posh mate! (Maybe Matthew Wooldridge too but hated him for two years) grew into an adult with that self-righteous middle class wanker! Fucking love you Edward Bosworth hope you cry! Love Stephen!”   (Facebook, 17th February 2:22am)

 He then followed that up with:

“Shit! Also Milly Gill I actually like you too! So kudos 

Yes the wording is majestic and the sentiment from the heart, but my favourite thing about this is the timing, and the insight it gives to the life of Stephen Wilkinson (Sven), HCC 1st XI Off-spinner.

This was posted at 2.22am the night before one of his best friends weddings, he was shit faced and didn’t get to sleep until silly o’clock. What’s more, he then proceeded to post that he still didn’t own a suit but would sort it in the morning. Upon waking at about 10.30am (had to be at the wedding for 12.30pm) he got himself to Debenhams, suited himself up and arrived with plenty of time to spare, with not a hangover in sight. Special kind of person that!

There were many of HCC in attendance; the best man being our wicket-keeper Wooly, who gave a decent speech. Most people had predicted an indifferent effort, what with him having the capacity to be socially awkward and the fact that he can’t hold his drink. But he managed his booze intake well (enough to be interesting, but not so much that he made a prat of himself) and delivered, much to the dismay of his cricketing colleagues.

Other highlights include 

HCC’s Chris Millar burning AJ’s Mrs. on the arm with a drunkenly wafted Cigar.

A Rover with a boot full of booze being parked in the car park to avoid the bar (christened the Rovers Return).

HCC’s Nik Green puking in a near enough stranger’s car as he was taken through the back roads of Lincoln on his way home.

During my speech I mention that I am stubborn and obnoxious, HCC players deliver a round of applause.

I, Edward David Bosworth … crying like a little girl during my speech.

It is safe to say that the HCC are my family, which was shown by the amount of players in attendance. The best man being HCC as well as 3 Ushers just adds testimony to that. We also wore green suits with red socks and a pale gold tie in homage to the Hartsholme colors: Red, Gold & Green. Yes the love is THAT real, sorry Milly (She hated the color choice and apparently it was a real pain matching the bridesmaids and flowers etc.)

The drunkest people in attendance were also HCC members …. 1st place going to Wooly. I think it was the relief of having delivered his speech. He ended up with one of my Aussie mates on his shoulders in the middle of the dance floor.

Debate – How to wear my ring during games? … Options – The Strauss, Silicone ring, Take it off altogether … thoughts?

19th- 23rd February - Honeymoon

It never stops …

I’m on my honeymoon and getting involved in emails about the league hand book … do we want an advert in it or not. No one’s fault but my own, I just can’t leave it be. Decision, we do if it’s free!

The HCC what’s app group is also starting to warm up nicely now after the winter lull. Milly is about to slap my phone out of my hand due to my inability to avoid participation in the jokes and help wind Senny up.

24th February - Training

Numbers were boosted slightly this week. Same old shit, different day. You can see why people’s commitment starts to wain a little when it comes to winter nets. We had the foresight to only run one net this week to ensure people weren’t knackered running in for 1 ½ hours. Positives though, it’s good to see the same old faces turn up every week and really put their arses into it. The youths in attendance ran in solidly and trained with purpose, bodes well for the future.

I almost forgot! Bob got smashed in the face, was brilliant! AJ feeding balls into the catch-it, Sven shells one at 1st slip, and parry’s it right up into the face of Bob at 2nd … cue cut lip and grown men pissing themselves at his misfortune.

I tried taping my fingers up properly this week, taking catches for 30/40 minutes solid starts to take its toll on your hands. Unfortunately I decided to do this whilst sat in my car as I was a little early; I then preceded to have a bat before the catching drills … needless to say I sweated, and the tape cracked off in my gloves. Lesson learnt, perhaps more foresight next week.

Last note, good man is Bunny! He spent the whole hour and a half giving throw-downs, drop feeds and bobble feeds to everyone who wanted them. Definitely the way forward at this stage of the season and does far more for your technique and timing than trying to blast a few net bowlers all over the place.

Note – I need to find a way of tightening my helmet, it keeps falling down over my brow as I move out of the crease, very annoying and slightly dangerous! Ends up being batting roulette when added to my failing eyesight!