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bamsywrites · 4 years ago

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Mistakes Like These

Summary: Kakyoin never paid much attention to the younger Kujo. Who knew stockings and short skirt were all it would take change that

Rating: 18+, nsfw

Words: 4877

Warnings: cannabis mention, alcohol use

Tags: afab, fem pronouns, modern!au , doesn’t follow the canon like at all, very au, brother!jotaro x sister!reader, kakyoin x reader, soft dom kak, lots of pet names, plus size reader

Notes: I haven’t written any fanfiction in over five years so this might be rusty. I’m sorry for any mistakes made or if its not how the characters would act. I’m still new to the Jojos fandom but had this idea pop in my head and decided to get it out. I want to turn this in to a multi part story and have several parts already planned out, I just want to have feedback to see if people actually like it.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you read the most recent email in your student inbox. Patience may be a virtue, but it was sure one you didn’t possess. At least not right now anyway. Tsking your tongue against the roof of your mouth, you moved the mouse over to the refresh button and clicked. Your eyes followed the downloading icon in circles, fingers tapping anxiously over the desk.

“Have a happy Holidays. Make sure to check in with your financial advisor about the spring semester.”

You exhaled angrily through your nose and leaned back in your chair. Your eyes fixed on the ceiling for a few moments before you looked over to your bed where your cat, Miso, had woken up from his nap.

“I know I should be more patient. But this grade is what determines if I move on to the next course which I need if I want to graduate soon and get out of this apartment.” You spoke as if your cat had scolded you for your impatience.

Your apartment was nice. Super nice. Your friends often described it as “apartment goals.” You could have never afforded it on your own. Hell, you couldn’t afford it even when you graduated and got a job. Two large bedrooms with a spacious living room, modern kitchen, and a balcony that overlooked the cities skyline. There were only two major downsides: there was only one bathroom which had to be shared with your roommate and your roommate happened to be your older brother, Jotaro.

Now, you didn’t exactly hate your brother. He was like any older brother, he thought you were extremely annoying and wanted nothing to do with you most of the time, though there were times growing up where he’d come home with scrapes and bruises after dealing with someone who picked on you at school. As you were both older, you found each other more bearable than you did when you were younger. That didn’t mean, however, you wanted to live with him. Especially while you were in college, which was supposed to be your time to let loose and have fun while still receiving an education, of course. Your grandfather, however, had other plans.

Joseph Joestar was a real estate mogul and had some serious money to his name. He loved to dote on his two grandchildren and was upset that for the most part your parents chose to give you a “normal” life without the extravagance that he offered. Birthdays and christmas he would buy you each a present, until Jotaro turned 15 and started asking for money instead. He made your mother an offer that he knew she couldn’t deny: he would pay for the entirety of your schooling, from associates degree to PhD if thats what you wanted, in order for the two of you to focus on your studies he’d also give you a weekly allowance so that you wouldn’t have to work, and he’d buy you each your own apartment and pay to furnish it how you liked. Holly couldn’t turn down the offer, what kind of mother would deny her children an opportunity like that? However, she did ask that her father only buy a single apartment for her children to share. Her hopes were that it would strengthen your relationship and it also meant she could see both her darling children whenever she desired.

You didn’t want to seem ungrateful at all for what Jiji had done for you. You knew you were extremely privileged to have the opportunities that he provided you but, fuck, sometimes you wished you had your own place. You wanted the independence, to know you earned something but also because sharing a bathroom with Jojo was infuriating. He always moved your stuff, never cleaned the shower, and he never had patience for you to get ready in the mornings. A wishful sigh left your lips as you thought of your future, with just you, Miso, and the ability to use the bathroom whenever you wanted.

Your eyes moved back to the computer screen, clicking refresh, and rolling your eyes when you read the same email from the dean again. Like you expected anything different, you just turned the term paper in yesterday. You brought your cup of tea up to your lips but furrowed your eyebrows when you realized there was none left.

Pushing yourself up out of your chair you formulated a plan for the rest of your evening. You would refill your cup of tea, hop back on your computer to play Overwatch with your friends until the early hours of the morning, and then cuddle up with Miso and look at TikToks until you fell asleep. It was foolproof. No way that you would even think about your term paper grade.

And if you did, you could always refresh your email in between matches.

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Your finger tapped your lip as you looked over all the snack foods in the pantry. While waiting for your tea, you realized that the only thing that could make your plan better was a good snack. You had just gone shopping so it meant that all the poky, ramen, and chips you desired were on the shelves and it made the decision extra hard.

In the middle of your contemplation, you heard the front door turn and the sound of your brother and his friends entering the apartment.

“You know it's true, Jotaro. Your apartments bigger. Its nicer. It has that view that drives the ladies wild. Our apartment is cramped and it smells like weed.” Polnareff’s voice was the first you heard as the trio entered the house.

“Don’t forget the upstairs neighbors who are always playing loud polish music.” Kakyoin added, plopping down to sit on one of the chairs in the living room.

You heard your brother sigh and could feel his annoyance. You never understood how the trio became friends, it was a mystery to everyone including them but they had been together since their days in primary school and the bond they shared was one that intrigued you.

“Yes, yes. The polish,” Polnareff nodded. “Known around the world for their ability to ruin the mood with a hurdy-gurdy.”

There was silence, and you could tell your brother was not budging a bit. A party was not Jotaros thing. Kakyoin wasn’t a partier either, from what you gathered he’d much rather stay at home playing video games and smoking weed. Sucking your bottom lip in your mouth, you made your decision, grabbing a bag of chips and a box of strawberry pocky. You did your best to hold those in one hand and your cup of tea in the other.

“Feel that Christmas spirit, Jo. Help Pol in his never ending crusade to get laid. The poorman is gonna end this year with, what, a batting average of zero. He’ll be a disgrace to French men everywhere.” The teasing tone Kakyoins voice almost made you laugh.

“Hey! Batting average of 3. You know this,” Polnareff shot back, causing his roommate to throw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Jotaro,” The french man turned his attention back to your brother, who simply turned on the TV in what seemed to be an attempt to drown out the sound of his friend's voice, “C’mon. I’ll buy your cigarettes for a month…..Two months?” His voice was getting more desperate, his head turned toward you. A smile stretched across his features as he jumped off the couch and threw his arms around your shoulder.

God, you just wanted to go to your room.

“New deal,” Polernaff declared, squeezing you to the side of his body as you tried not to splash your tea all over the floor. Kakyoin looked away from the TV, eyebrow raised, Jotaros attention never faltered from the knock-off Viagra commercial. “If you agree to a Christmas Eve party I will buy you cigarettes for three months, I will never ask anything of you ever again, and I will stop flirting with your sister.”

Kakyoin snorted, shaking his head and turning his attention to Jotaro. Since you had moved in with Jotaro, the frenchman hadn’t stopped making comments about how beautiful he thought you were or just giving you flirty winks whenever you walked through the room. You found it annoying at first, but you quickly got over it when you realized he did the same thing with every girl, and boy, that he saw.

“Good grief,” Jotaro sighed. “Its a deal.”

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“I can’t believe you agreed to this.” Kakyoin mumbled as he and Jotaro watched their friend place the final touches on the decorations and food for the party. Y/N had already put up Christmas decorations earlier that month, there was some snowmen set out on the dining table and a cute tree with some presents neatly wrapped under it. However, Polnareff had decided that wasn’t enough. He had hung up snowflakes to come down from the ceiling, there was garland hung on every wall, and so much fucking mistletoe.

Polnareff had even requested that his friends dress festive. Jotaro, of course, didn’t listen and wore what he always wore. Kakyoin decided to humor his friend and wore a Santa hat along with a dark green v-neck and dark wash jeans.

“You don’t need the money, right? Grandpa Joestar’s allowance has to be enough for cigarettes.” He continued, watching his roommate place a bowl of peppermints by the door.

“I just wanted to get him to shut up,” Jotaro said with a roll of his eyes.

“You think he’ll actually follow through on leaving Y/N alone?”

Jotaro shook his head, “Out of all the people in this city, you’d think he’d leave the only one of limits alone.”

Kakyoin simply nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

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You smoothed your hands over your outfit, turning to the side to get it from a different angle. You couldn’t decide if you liked it or not. The sweater was cute, it was red with a deep green christmas tree that had colorful little puff balls as the ornaments. Your make-up and hair looked nice, too. That wasn’t what concerned you. It was the white pleated skirt and tight red stockings that caused you pause. You grabbed at your love handles that spilled over the top of the skirt a bit and your eyes traveled to how your thighs looked in the stockings.

Polnareff had told you you could invite some friends over. Which, of course you could, this was your apartment and you didn’t need his permission. You had told him as such and invited over your three closest friends.

You turned around to your bed and looked at Miso, who was comfortably curled up. “How do I look?” You waited a moment before turning back to the mirror and smacking your lips together. You were tempted to take off the skirt and tights and throw a pair of jeans on but something changed your mind last minute. Instead of heading to your closet to change, you instead grabbed the reindeer antler hand band and slipped it on top of your hair before heading out of the safety of your bedroom.

You were so distracted with the new decorations that you didn’t notice the pair of eyes that were glued to your form.

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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmastime was playing for what seemed like the fifth time. Kakyoin had never hated Paul McCartney more than he did now. He was just now starting to feel the buzz of all the drinks he had had but it didn’t make the party any more bearable.

“She,” Kakyoin pointed to a blonde girl in a Santa dress, “is gonna hook up with him,” He pointed to a dark haired main that had for some reason felt the need to take his shirt off.

Jotaro simply grunted before eyeing more of the members of the party. This was a game they’d been playing for the past hour and a half, making bets on who was gonna hook up with who and who was gonna get the most shit faced.

“He’s gonna end up passed out in my bathtub,” The dark haired man stated, pointing to the only person dancing to the playlist Polnareff had created.

Kakyoin broke a smile as he watched the clearly wasted man's horrible dance moves. His attention was brought away from the scene by the sound of Y/N’s laugh. For what had to be the millionth time that night, the red haired man eyed her up and down. That outfit looked so fucking good on her but the smile streched out across her lips looked even better.

I wonder what the lipstick would look like smeared on my cock.

The thought slipped into his head and he couldn’t stop from staring at the red painted on your lips.

Does she feel as soft as she looks?

He took a sip from his cup. He knew he shouldn’t be thinking about his hands running over her thighs or his fingers digging into her hips. It was strange that he was having these thoughts. He’d never viewed Y/N as more than just Jotaro’s younger sister. He never thought she was ugly, in fact there were multiple times that he thought she was down right gorgeous but it had never turned sexual. Something about that outfit had sent him over that edge.

The sound of Last Christmas brought him out of his trance. Kakyoin almost immediately rolled his eyes. He almost missed the hurdy-gurdy.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled and grabbed the pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. “I’m heading out for a smoke.”

Kakyoin watched as his best friend got up but instead of heading for the balcony, Jotaro went out the front door. The red haired man was tempted to follow but as soon as that thought popped into his mind he heard the drunk voice of his other best friend call to him.

“Kak, you gotta show these guys the cherry thing!”

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It was well past 3. The party had ended and most of the attendants took an Uber home. The only people in the apartment were you, Polnareff, and Kakyoin. Jotaro had still not returned from that smoke he said he was going to take hours ago. The buzz had long worn off and the reality sank in that you had to clean the disaster of an apartment that was left in the christmas party’s wake.

There were red solo cups strewn about various surfaces and all over the floor, glitter seemed to have gotten everywhere, there were plates of food left half eaten, and there was a candy cane just stuck to the wall. Looking at the destruction, you almost wondered if the fun you had had was worth it. With your parents coming over tomorrow...or, well, today…..for Christmas, you had really no other option than to clean it, with that thought in your head you grabbed a garbage bag and started cleaning.

After a few minutes, you heard the familiar rustle of plastic as someone was opening a trash bag and you turned to see Kakyoin helping you with your task.

“Thanks,” You told him as you threw a plate of half eaten cake into the bag.

“No problem. Pol is passed out in the hallway and I gotta make sure Jo makes it home safe, so I’m kinda stuck here.”

You simply nodded in response and kept about your task in silence. A silence which seemingly bothered Kakyoin because a few minutes later he cleared his throat and broke the silence.

“So I, uh, noticed your man wasn’t here tonight.” He almost smacked himself for asking the question. You thought he was just making small talk, the thought of him having more devious reasons behind asking if you were single hadn’t crossed your mind.

“My….My man?” You quirked an eyebrow, looking back over your shoulder at him.

“Yeah, your man. I saw you with some guy a while back,” Kakyoin had put down the now full trash bag and was leaning against the counter top with his arms crossed as he spoke.

“Oh,” You suddenly realized who exactly he was talking about, “Yeah, um, we broke up six months ago,” You said with a laugh.

“Oh...Six months?” He titled his head to the side, “Are you sure? Hmm… Well, sorry I didn’t notice...I uh guess I should be more observant.

You shook your head, placing down your own bag and heading past him to the pantry to grab another. “Its alright, I’m not offended. I’m sure you find me as annoying as I find Jotaros friends.”

Kakyoin raised his eyebrows at your statement, “You find me annoying? I mean, Pol, I get. Yeah. He’s one of my closest friends and even I can’t handle him sometimes. But me? I never talk to you.”

You had busied yourself with cleaning the rest of the cups off the counter, “ I don’t know. You’re just…” You looked up and noticed his eyes quickly flick down to your lips before making eye contact with you again. “I mean, you did one time give me oregano and told me it was weed.”

“First,” Kakyoin started, his body shifted so it was turned toward you, “Thats not annoying. I would call that immature, maybe. But annoying? Nah. Second,” he threw up two fingers to emphasize his point, “ In my defense, you were 15 and I was worried about you finding our stash under Jo’s bed and I thought it would lessen that chance if I gave you your own stash.”

You laughed, setting the bag down and turning to look at him. You couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that dark green shirt but you quickly willed that thought away. “Kakyoin, that doesn’t make any sense.”

“Hey, at the time it did.”

You tilted your head to the side, you had plenty of stories that you could use as proof that he was annoying, “ What about that time you and Jojo left me stranded at school because the new playstation came out?”

“Thats not fair,” He noticed the playful hint your voice was taking and it caused a small smile to tug at his lips.

“How about the time that you threw up in my make up bag?”

“Hey, that was all Frenchie. Not me.”

“Or…..” You were silenced by Kakyoin pressing a finger to your lips. You hadn’t noticed that the two of you had just kept moving closer and closer as you were talking. You could get a better look at him now, his eyes looked tired but there was a mischievous glint to them, proof to you that he found this just as amusing as you did.

“What about you, huh? You saying that you’ve never been annoying?” He cocked an eyebrow, giving you a knowing look that let you know he had as many stories about you that you had about him.

“Look, I never once implied that I wasn’t annoying. I’ll own up to it,” You shrugged, “I was a total brat.”

Kakyoin snorted, “Don’t act like you’re not still a brat.”

“How?!” You looked almost taken aback, “How am I still a brat? You hardly see me!”

Kakyoin loved banter and teasing with his friends, it was kind of his thing. It was how he showed affection. If he didn’t gently bully you how was he supposed to show that he cared? But this, this teasing between the two of you was different. It made the room seem hotter and his pants feel tighter. That coupled with how fucking cute you looked in that damn outfit, even if your make up had worn off a bit and the lipstick was smugged. He couldn't deny it was doing things to him.

“I see you now,” His voice was deep, his tongue sticking out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes trailed you up and down.

Your cheeks immediately turned a blushy pink and your skin was hot under his gaze. Your lips parted but no words came out. This was Jotaros best friend, there was no way he was flirting with you.

Kakyoin took a few steps forward so he was as close to you as he could be without touching you. “I see you now,” He repeated in the same low voice, this time keeping eye contact with you, “And I see a brat.”

He pushes a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear, a gasp hitching in your throat as his heated skin touched your check briefly, “Unless you’re gonna show me otherwise.”

“I…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly weak at his gaze. “H-how?”

You look into his eyes and you can see it. You can see how much he wants you and how intense that want is. No one has ever looked at you that way before and it made your stomach erupt in butterflies. Quickly, you turn your head away not being able to handle the intensity of his stare. You feel his fingers on your chin guiding you to look back up at him, holding you there so he can take in all the features of your face. Its like he’s looking at you for the first time. His fingers move gently from your chin down to your neck, your breathing hitched in your throat when you felt the soft pad of his thumb move across your lips.

“If you want me to stop, tell me sweetheart,” He’s eyes had gotten a few shades darker and his voice seemed more strained than usual. Kakyoins free hand traveled under the sweater your were wearing, fingers lightly dancing along your side as his other hand stayed on you face, gently tracing the outline of your lips with his thumb. “Tell me right now and I’ll go back to pitching solo cups and scrubbing counters.”

In the pit of your stomach you knew you shouldn’t. You knew that if Jojo ever found out he’d flip, he’d always done his best to keep you and his friends separate. You always thought it was because you annoyed him and he didn’t want to have to be around you more than you already were, Kakyoin knew that it was because no matter how the man acted, he deeply cared for you and would do anything to protect you. These thoughts of Jotaro’s reaction filtered through your mind but your brother wasn’t here right now.

You acted on impulse, your tongue peaking out of your mouth to coax Kakyoins thumb between your lips. He watched with heavy lidded eyes as you gently sucked on the digit, swiping your tongue along the length of it. His breathing picked up for a moment before mumbling a quiet, “Fuck.”

Almost instantly you were hoisted on the counter with his lips against yours and wasting no time to swipe his tongue into your mouth. His hands quickly traveled up your thighs, pushing your skirt to pool at your hips and quickly ripping the stockings down the middle. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible as your fingers worked at undoing his belt.

He pulls away from your lips for a moment to help you pull down his boxers and jeans. You licked your lips as you admired his cock, already hard and glistening with precum. You felt his fingers on your face again directing you to look at him.

“My cock needs to be inside you, sweetheart. Can I do that?” He was breathing heavy, he had never wanted someone so much in his life. All he wanted right now was to feel your pussy around his cock. Consequences be damned. “Can I fuck you, princess?”

You whine when you hear him speak, his voice is like nothing you ever heard before. Lust and want seemed to be dripping off every word. The whole situation leaves you speechless. At the nod of your head, Kakyoin pulls your panties to the side and slides inside you. His moan and your whimper are the only noises in the quiet apartment, his eyes watching your face intently for any sign of discomfort or desire to stop.

“Fuck me,” You breath out when your vocie finally comes to you. “Please, Kakyoin. Fuck me.”

He groans and happily obliges, rocking his cock in and out of you. Your small gasps and whimpers only egg him on more as he increases the speed of this thrust, your hands bracing yourself against the countertop. His eyes break from your face to watch his own cock slide in and out, the sight of his cock slick with your wetness makes him moan.

“Thats a perfect fucking pussy, sweetheart.” He breaths out so soft you almost can’t hear him over the slick sound of his skin on yours. His eyes find yours again, hand moving back to rest on your jawline and hold you in his gaze. He leans close and sucks your lip into his mouth, his teeth nipping at the soft flesh before soothing it with his tongue.

“You’re such a good girl,” Kakyoin tells you before pressing his lips against yours again. He picks up the pace because, goddammit, he wants to feel you cum on his cock. He pulls aways, resting his forehead against yours. Your moans are soft and the whimpers that follow cause him to smirk.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” You whisper, looking into his eyes. He can see you getting closer and closer and its making it hard for him to keep composed.

“You take a cock so well, princess,” His lips brush against yours, he tilts your head to the side so that he can kiss down your neck, and then back up again. His lips find the lobe of your ear and gently suck on it. Your moans are getting more and more erratic, every now and then you’ll gasp out his name.

“You gonna be a good girl and cum on my cock,” Kakyoin whispers into your ear, his lips brushing against the shell of it. “Shit, sweetheart, I wanna feel that pretty fucking pusy come on my cock.”

It’s the sound of his voice whispering those dirty things in your ear that sends you over the edge.

“Thats it, princess. Fuck, sweetheart…I’m...shit. Can I….?” The red heads voice is ragged and incoherent but you knew what he was asking.

“Fuck, yes, please,” Its all you can do to get the words out. “Please, I wanna feel you come in me.”

You both come hard, his fingers digging roughly into the skin of your thighs and loud moans filling the space of the kitchen. The warmth of him spilling inside of you is enough to make you want a round two. After a few moments the two of you are left breathing heavy, his forehead resting on your shoulder as he tries to catch his breath.

You stay like that for a moment, trying to regain your composure and come to terms with everything that had just happened. This was a development in events that neither of you ever saw coming. Its you that make the move to separate, pushing against his chest and moving off the counter. You avoid eye contact with him, flating your skirt back down and picking up your, now ruined, stockings off the tiled floor. You could feel his cum drip out of you down to your thighs.

“That was….” Kakyoin broke the silence, buckling his belt and running a hand through his hair. You noticed he too was looking at anything but you.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head in response.

“You know we can’t uh…-”

“Yup.”

“Like, ever.”

“Trust me, I’m aware.”

“H-Happy...Happy Christmas.”

You just nod and quickly retreat to your room, throwing yourself on your bed and groaning into your pillows. After a moment, you crawled under the blankets and pulled your cat into your chest.

“Miso. I think I’m a slut….”

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Kakyoin watched as you retreated away down the hallway, his mind still wrapping around what had happened. The fact that he was the one that instigated it. He was the one that made all the moves and god, he shouldn’t have. But he had wanted to. He had wanted to get you in that position all night.

It was at that moment that Jotaro entered the apartment again, smelling of cigarettes and….perfume? Kakyoin was gonna have to ask him about that one later. “

“The prodigal son has returned,” The redhead teased his friend, doing his best to hide the guilt he had for what he had just done.

“Shut up,” Jotaro mumbled. He eyed his friend curiously, he was very observant and it was very naive of Kakyoin to think that he wouldn’t notice the change in his friend. “What’s wrong with you?”

I just busted a big one in your sister. And would probably do it again if the chance presented itself. No biggie.

“I’m, uh, I’m just tired.”

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Thank you so much for reading this! I appreciate it very much. Let me know what you think of it and if I should continue the story. Merry Christmas!

#kakyoin x reader #noriaki kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin x reader #kakyoin #jjba #jjba x reader #jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jotaro #jojo #stardust crusaders

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juseki-taisen · 4 years ago

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How about how the 12 warriors celebrate V-Day? (Bonus challenge being Doudecuple and Navi)

Thank you for the request @gale-dragon-writer

This was a long one! I hope you guys like!

Inounoshishi

Without S/O

This wouldn’t happen, let’s be real. If it did she planned this by choice, so she’s probably busy kicking ass and taking names...and numbers

Probably prowls bars for lonely men/women/they’s ect to buy her drinks.

Never pays for any food or drink of Valentines. She’s hot af and knows it

It’s 50/50 if she’s going to go home with someone

With S/O

Expects to be spoiled. Please spoil her

Despite her immense wealth, she doesn’t expect you to buy her expensive things. She can do that herself. What she’d really like is for a gift that’s full of thought.

If you make her a gift, she’ll play it off but she secretly loves it. It doesn’t matter how shitty it is. If you make her a cute boar figure out of clay and it’s lopsided, but you tried hard and painted it her favorite color, it’s going on her mantel in the living room.

Spoils you too. You will drown in gifts and kisses. Don’t worry, she uses amazing lipstick and it doesn’t stick to your face.

Dotsuku

Without S/O

Spends the day giving candy to the children.

Secretly gives his daughter a secret admirer letter, her confidence SKY ROCKETS

Decorates his classroom

This man is great at help kids learn about consent. No pulling pigtails, and if a boy likes a girl and she tells him no, he makes sure he knows not to keep bugging her. Same thing with the girls. If a boy doesn’t like them they’re not allowed to keep bugging them either.

Watches cute love movies with his daughter. He’s her prince charming.

With S/O

You better believe he has you help decorate his classroom

You make cute paper hearts and pick out candy

The kids leave you valentines

He takes you to dinner. His daughter comes too. You guys have a lot of fun. He buys you and his daughter a dessert. Somehow she eats here and half of yours

Snuggles on the couch and a cute movie.

Niwatori

Without an S/O

Doesn’t celebrate

She doesn’t understand why it’s a big deal

Indulges the day after on discount candy

With an S/O

Help her

She wants to celebrate but she’s in Ushii level awkward when it comes to doing anything

Picks the most popular movie out, watches it, and THAT is the basis for her whole idea

Gets you candy. Wears a cute dress. Picks a place to eat. Buys you roses, or do you get her roses? She’ll get them for you...just in case

Candy? Candy. Lots of candy.

Any small thing you get her she’s going to love. She never has really gotten gifts, and one out of love is a gift she’ll treasure forever

If you do get her flowers, she’s going to press them or dry them and keep them forever

Sharyu

Without an S/O

She had a fiancé for what seemed like forever, so a day without one is kind of difficult for her

She’s happy she’s alone, because she’s happy with who she is and now doesn’t have anyone to try and fit her into a mold that she didn’t belong

Kind of mopes though. She wants romance and someone who loves her for who she is and everything she does

Drinks hot coco and eats an ungodly amount of chocolate

With an S/O

So. Excited.

She cooks all day and makes cake, dinner, and everything else from scratch

You get her gifts and feel like it’s still not enough

Honestly? It doesn’t matter what you get her. She just love shaving you around and knowing how much you care for her for who she is

PLEASE slow dance with her in the kitchen while you’re doing the dishes. She’ll remember it forever

Hitsujii

Without an S/O

Hangs out at home

Waiting for the candy to go on sale

Babysits for his child so they can have a romantic evening

Watches random shows on TV, but avoids romance stuff

With an S/O

Still wants to hang out at home, but will go out if you want

Uses this as an excuse to DESTROY the candy aisle

Gets you flowers, they’re not red roses because that’s pretty expensive, but he gets cute ones...and a bear

Snuggles and falling asleep to bad rom coms on TV

Uuma

Without an S/O

Spends it alone

He wishes he had someone, but he’s alright for the most part

Okay he’s not

He’s a big softie inside and somewhat romanticizes the holiday more than he should

Eats cake...and chocolate

With an S/O

The man goes WILD

Roses everywhere

Candlelight

A romantic dinner he made meticulously after practicing for weeks

Remakes the titanic ship in a bottle, with you two as the figures on the front of the ship

He loves any gift you get him. He cries. He tries not to, but he does.

He writes you a poem he gets to embarrassed to read. You get it in a card.

Takeyasu

Without an S/O

Steals everything with his brother

Necklaces, candy, and even flowers just so he can light them on fire

Doesn’t think much of the holiday, never has. It’s stupid.

With an S/O

He’s awkward. He doesn’t know how to celebrate the holiday

He gets you the basics, candy, a bear, and flowers. That’s it right?

Oh wait, you wanna do something? Uh, can a theme park be romantic?

You have a lot of fun actually, and when inevitably he lights part of it on fire, he has stuff for smores.

You save the picture from the tunnel of love. You managed to snap it before he lit it on fire. The tunnel was the point of origin.

Later on down the road he plans more stuff. He may also use fireworks to do your name in the air or something

Steals you a car.

Nagayuki

Without an S/O

Steals stuff with his brother

Gets entirely to many snacks

Does anything but Holiday stuff

With an S/O

Doesn’t want to do anything, but will because you ask him

Takes you for dinner, and he enjoys spending time with you, but because social convention is making him he’s grumpy about it

If you’re the kind of person who is easily embarrassed, he may send you cheesy emails with stupid valentines cards

Chocolate and all KINDS of snacks

Later on down the line he’ll plan more romantic stuff, and buy you nice things with real money so you know he cares

Usagi

Without an S/O

He likes the Holiday and wants someone to do it with SOOOO BAD

Watches all those cute movies and cheesy rom coms

Has a “Friend” he takes out on a date

It doesn’t go well

With an S/O

Oh boy. He’s SO HAPPY

He gets you everything. Flower, roses (ignore the blood it’s fine), and he lets you know he’s arrived to pick you up by having his friends hold him high while he has a boom box playing your favorite song. Even if it’s metal. Even if he thinks the holiday begins at midnight. Your neighbors wont care, right?

You will go to ALL the cheesy stuff. Cute rides at a theme park, which somehow gets burned down later on thanks to someone (Takeyasu)

A dinner and flowers, chocolate. SO MUCH CANDY. He even likes the terrible heart ones. He made you a box filled with ones that have saying that remind him of you

Cuddles, kisses, and smooches that just...don’t stop. Even in public. You gotta tell him to tone it down.

Tora

Without an S/O

Drinks, and mopes

She doesn’t really want to date, but seeing other people happy kinda rubs it in when you’re single

Partakes in day after candy sales

She actually avoids the bars, to many couples being happy and cute

Angrily eats snacks

With an S/O

She doesn’t expect much, other than maybe being one of those annoying couples who steals Every. Booth. In. The. Restaurant.

Please get her presents. Please. She’ll get really happy and flustered

This girl will actually try and make you chocolate from scratch. Sharyu helps. She even wraps them in a cute wrapping paper she draws herself

It’s pretty casual and after bar hopping you spend it at home. You’re with her so she cuts back so she’s not sloshed. She wants to remember being with you.

So many cute kisses.

Hand holding. It still gets her flustered.

Please get your picture taken at some point. She’ll put it by her bed and fall asleep smiling

Ushii

Without an S/O

There’s a Holiday?

He guess he noticed it was harder than normal to get a table for his favorite restaurant

Doesn’t really like sweets so the holiday just annoys him

So many people confess to him and he’s just like “Okay. Cool. Thanks”

With an S/O

He’s not great with the holiday. He’s smart though, so he tries to research what to do

Googles top ten most romantic gesture, luckily has the sense not to propose

Gets you candy, roses, and all the stereotypical stuff

You have to tell him to relax, because all the stuff he’s saying is regurgitated rom com lines

When he does relax, he’s actually really sweet. Stupidly sweet actually.

“I don’t need a holiday to tell me you’re important, you’re already always on my mind, but the candy is nice I guess”

Will watch whatever you want. Is always confused by romance movies, but oh BOY does he love going out to eat with you. Hell. Yes. The desserts are amazing and now he gets to share them with you

Care you a card. It’s ugly, but he tries

Gets you a really cute necklace. It has a small ox on it, so he can always be with you.

Nezumi

Without an S/O

Eats candy and sleeps. It’s no different than any other day, other than people piss him off more.

He doesn’t like how weird people get

They also made out on his locker...and he needed his textbook. Please....Let him get his books

With an S/O

Uses his paths so much that he passes out and HARD CORE NAPS before you go out

Has the perfect gift.

Plays co op video games with you

He doesn’t like people, so you get take out and stay home

You watch movies, but they’re movies like Princess Bride, Warm Bodies, and love stories that aren’t so normal and are more fun

If you’re LGBT he goes out of his way to find a good movie ahead of time, because he loves and supports you and this day is about you two damn it! (The other’s would try to do this for their S/O, but would have a harder time. since most of them are not great with technology like Nezumi is)

So much candy and snacks

Selfies and filters

You fall asleep together and nap

get him a gift. He’ll know it’s coming but it still makes him happy

BONUS CHALLENGE

Doudecuple

Without an S/O

Doesn’t do a whole lot. Has wine and watches the mortals below

Maybe messes with people just a bit to amuse himself

Does his own thing. He really doesn’t care for the holiday

With an S/O

Wine and a dessert charcuterie board

Gets you an expensive gift, but practical. A coat, a scarf. Something to keep you warm and cozy you can use everyday and think of him.

Makes the impossible possible. A romantic setting with only a few people

Getting the tickets for some play or show the last minute

Please do something cheesy, it’ll amuse him, and he’ll secretly keep it

ON THE FLIP SIDE

He may get a gift from you, then anyone who goes in his office will see it.

“Look what my Love got me. Have you beheld it?”

It doesn’t matter if it’s stupid. He’s keeping it forever

Navi

Without and S/O

Stays home and has snacks and chocolates

Maybe organizes his hat collection

Watches fun game shows or anything without romance

With S/O

Has a special hat he wears for the occasion

Gets you one too

Gets you candy and a single rose, as well as a teddy bear

Uses his tablet to find the best places to go with the best rating. Uses his ability to multiply to hold your place in line so you can actually do other stuff

Ferris wheel. He has to hold his hat on but you guys get an AMAZING picture together. It’s his screensaver. He texts it to Nezumi. Nezumi and him start having a couple picture off. Next year, double date.

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strayinvelvet · 4 years ago

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just another date, i guess

going on a blind date is something you completely hated but your cute date makes you wanna give it a shot

pairing: felix x reader

genre: fluff, blind date au

wc: 1.9k

warnings: none

a/n: this piece is for @dnceracha as part of the @districtninewriters winter fic exchange!! ta-daa i am your winter fic exchange buddy!! i am very sorry for being late :( i didn’t wanna give a half-assed fic. i hope you like this!

You could call yourself an independent woman who needs no man by her side.

You managed to survive from birth up to date with no romance and you are not one bit regretful. Yet somehow, your friends find it ridiculous that you still don’t have someone you can call yours.

That is how you found yourself sitting in a nice restaurant you never imagined you would visit, waiting for your supposedly “nice date”. It’s only been ten minutes actually but at least for you, this is not a good first date impression.

Truth is you haven’t even met this guy in person. Logically speaking, it is only right for you to ditch this scene for your safety and just prepare for the holiday celebration. However, your friends managed to throw in their best persuasion skills to force you to meet this man in hopes of getting you a date before the holidays because according to their belief, it is a crime to not spend the holidays with a lover (the way you mentally rolled your eyes at that).

Well, you can’t ignore the fact that they probably mean well and are just looking out for you. You knew they were bound to do this sooner or later, counting the many times you have made them worried due to your habit of relying on yourself more than others. So, you said yes. Of course, you used this as an excuse that this will be your christmas gift to them which they said yes to as long as you meet this guy. Hitting two birds with one stone. You’ll get them to shut up about your non-existing dating life and you will not have to worry about their presents.

Now, the only thing you are worrying about is your date. Changbin, the man behind all this, probably won’t prank, you thought. But as more minutes pass by, you’re starting to think he is actually pranking you or your date ditched you. You don’t know what’s worse. You were about to message Changbin for a failed blind date when a man stood in front of you, hair disheveled while catching his breath.

“Are you perhaps y/n? Changbin’s friend?” Oh, he must be the guy.

“Yes and are you..?”

“Felix, yeah nice to meet you. I am really sorry for being late but it was really traffic and I ran into a couple who knocked me down and squashed my flowers so yeah…,” he trailed off as he held out his right hand to show you the small bouquet of flattened flowers.

He looked really worried and judging from the way he was talking, he ran all the way from the parking lot to the restaurant. You couldn’t say you weren’t touched by his cute actions. What an adorable boy and an adorable face at that. He looks apologetic enough. Suppose you could forgive the bad first impression?

“Hey, it’s ok. Why don’t you sit down first? Should I order now?” you smiled probably because of his effort to explain or because he’s adorable. When you noticed he was about to put the flowers away, you immediately asked him why. “I will just buy you another one. It’s really not a sight,” he smiled apologetically once again. Wow, ain’t he the most adorable guy you’ve ever met but you could really do with ones he have right now.

“It’s perfect. I’d be glad to receive it,” you returned his smile to assure him that you find no problem with the half destroyed roses. It’s adorable and realistic, nonetheless. “Well if you really want it,” he gave you the roses and you accepted with a kind smile and a thank you. Few moments later, the waiter arrived asking for your orders.

It wasn’t until the food arrived at your table did you finally realize how ridiculous Changbin is for setting you up in an expensive restaurant. The prices are no joke. You’ve expected this but still, you didn’t expect a mini bowl of soup that tastes like leaves with a sprinkle of meat and salt to cost this much. To think that this is the cheapest in their menu, sigh. You’re a broke college student afterall and like hell are you gonna pay for a full course meal.

Just pretend you’re on a diet and drink lots of water. That would be enough.

“So you’re also a business major?” you asked as an attempt to distract yourself from the disappointing food in front of you.

“Yeah. Changbin told me you’re a communications major. How is it?” he asked back. He doesn’t look like he has any problems with his food. Rich people have weird tastes, you think.

“Yeah, it’s not honestly not much. How about yours?” you answered, trying to keep the conversation going.

The conversation went as basic as possible. The typical where do you live, what are you majoring in, what do you plan after you graduate and the likes. It ended as soon as you both finished your food, which was quite fast due to the unexpected small serving for the huge price. Like any other date, this couldn’t end without the who-will-pay debate. In the end, you managed to split the bill in half which unknowingly for you, is a win-win for Felix as well.

“Thank you for the night, Felix I had fun,” you said as he held the door for you as you exit the building. “No worries! I had fun as well. Ah, you live in that area right? Since I live there too, I’ll give you a ride!”

Now that is an offer you can’t decline. A free ride after spending that much. Why not? “Sure. Thank you,” you said trying to sound as gleeful as possible, trying to hide the still lingering disappointment from the food you just had.

The ride towards your apartment was quiet except for the short conversations that were thrown every now and then. It was, well, awkward. You couldn’t blame him though. He has a nice personality and all that, it was just the first impression kinda had a strong impact on you. Especially that the date was in a venue you definitely wouldn’t pick if you were just asked.

“Thank you for the ride,” you said as you hopped off the car. Felix watches you finally get off. “It’s nothing really. I hope to see you soon,” he said with a hopeful look.

“Me too,” you smiled for the last time before closing the door and entering your apartment complex. Felix waited for you to be completely inside before going off.

Both of you sincerely wish you could meet again. Felix was just mesmerized by the way you tell your stories and you were mesmerized by his adorable clumsiness. But the date left a too strong impression to make a plan anytime soon. Maybe next time when the earlier mess have turned into a fading memory.

Both of you didn’t want it to be but you guessed, it was just another date again.

Later that night, your stomach was rumbling. Ah, it was finally acting up after giving it only one soup. Maybe one pack of ramen wouldn’t hurt? It’s vacation anyway so no one will see your bloated face next morning. You hastily got up, making you a bit dizzy, and fished for your wallet before running to the convenience store.

The moment you entered, your plan was set. Ramen and a serving of kimchi. Once you located the target, you immediately paid for it before cooking the cup ramen. You can already smell the spicy glory and it only made you more than hungrier. The soup was still hot yet you couldn’t care less. You dived for it like it was your last meal. Man did that restaurant really starve you.

In the midst of your enjoyment, a deep voice interrupted you. “Hey, let’s share your kimchi. I’ll share my potatoes,” he said and you were confused. Wow. People are too courageous these days to ask a stranger to share food.

You looked up at the man with your mouth full of noodles only to choke on them when you realize that the man in front of you is the same man you just had a date with. His eyes also widened at the sight of you but he recovered faster upon the realization that you are choking. He immediately patted your back and gave you some water which you accepted and drank. When the lump subsided, you managed to look at him again and ask, “Felix?”

“y/n?”

“Why are you here?” you asked dumbfounded.

“I told you I live in this area too.”

“Yeah but why are you here in the convenience store at this time of the night.”

“I … was… hungry…” he paused, “I am not insinuating anything, I was just really hungry,” he was hesitant to say it due to the fear that you might think the date was bad. But truthfully, you were the same.

“No it’s okay I was hungry too,” you also contemplated before continuing but it is best to be honest now that you met again, very soon than what you expected, “to be honest, I am not a fan of that restaurant.”

Felix, who unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief looked at you with twinkling eyes, “you know what? Same! I had to ask Changbin why on earth did he set us up in that place when it’s way too expensive.”

You giggled at his cuteness, “he was the only one who could afford it,” you rolled your eyes at Changbin like he was with the two of you at that moment. It was Felix’s turn to giggle, “Right? Maybe we should have asked him to pay for our food.” With that, you both laughed sincerely like you were given a chance to let your run loose and be carefree.

When your laughs died down, you cleared your throat softly and asked him, “so, do you want some kimchi?”

He smiled a large on slid his pack of instant crispy potatoes to your side, "sure thing, lady. And here's my potatoes," he wriggle his eyebrows.

"Can't believe you asked a stranger to share food," you went back to your ramen to blow on it before continuing your snack. "I was desperate, okay? I was really hungry so I just reached for whatever I could find but then I saw your kimchi and I wanted one too but my money is not enough," he replied without looking at you, focusing on his own food.

You noticed, for the second time, his habit of overexplaining things and, for the second time, you found it extremely adorable. You reached for one of his potatoes using your chopsticks and chomped on it. "Well, your potatoes don't taste too bad."

"That's why I said let's share not let's exchange."

Laughter again erupted from your mouths and you finally felt it. A conversation that is free flowing. One that is not forced or made just to lessen the awkwardness and the stiff air around. There wasn't even a stiff air around this time. It was just the two of you, your instant noodles and your amusement of each other.

Felix felt it too, how this night felt more of a date than the earlier dinner. There were no flowers, fancy plates and dresses. It was a night (midnight) that does not require masking to satisfy the other. He was in his pajamas and you were in your hoodie. How much more raw could it get?

Finally, both of you felt like this time, it was a proper date.

It was past two in the morning when you finally got home. Time seems to fly during your unexpected midnight snack with Felix. You didn't mind spending more time with Felix but he insisted that all the rendezvous today must have made you exhausted. And you agreed. It was only now when you finally felt your aching calf from the heels earlier that evening and your heavy eyelids. You were more than thankful that Felix was considerate enough to walk you home. When you thought you were about to fall asleep, a notification rang your phone.

Felix (changbin friend): See you tomorrow, maybe?

Y/n: See you tomorrow. :)

Guess it wasn’t just another date after all.

#districtninewriters #inkidz #stray kids #stray kids au #lee felix #stray kids x reader #skz au #stray kids fluff #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenario #felix x you #felix x reader #i got some inspo from the kdrama cheese in the trap

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years ago

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From: Cace, Jae, and Calum

Cace and Calum meet at a Christmas and for being in their mid to late twenties that’s feels right. But things change when a baby gets involved and Calum just wants his best friend to enjoy her time, especially at the holidays.

Female OC. Uncle Cal. Baby fluff. Enjoy!

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Calum giggles mostly to himself, his index finger wrapped up in the fist of his nephew laying on his lap. Well, he’s not technically his nephew by blood but the bond is still all the same. Calum never misses an opportunity to show off his picture to anyone that will give him the change too. Jae looks so much like Cace it’s insane but he gets it now, all the comments he and his sister used to get, and even now. Calum met Cace only two years ago while at a Christmas party thrown by someone that he can’t remember. They found each other by fate, as Cace liked to say.

Calum had been nursing his one drink for only half an hour before flipping the switch, rather than sulking, he was going to enjoy himself. Nothing too far, or too crazy but Calum knew he was definitely going to need a ride back home and he was going to enjoy the night. And it was in that, going back for another drink that Calum tripped. Nearly face planted with someone caught him with a laugh. “Let me guess, you’re not normally this much of a klutz.”

He laughed in return, still holding onto the girls forearms. “Give or take.” His balance returned soon, but his hold never fell away. He wasn’t sure if he had seen her around before, outside of the party. She looked so familiar. But in the drunken cloud taken over his brain he couldn’t answer his own curiosities.

“Cace,” she states.

“Calum.”

“And you might want a water at least one before going for whatever else tickles your fancy on this spread.” She guided him towards the drinks and snacks and quickly tossed him a bottle of water. “Drink up, buttercup.”

“Thanks,” Calum said, watching her turn to head back to the depths of the dance floor. “Hey, Cace,” he called out. When she turned, eyebrow raised and head cocked to the side, Calum had a shot prepared, raising up into the air. “Oh, don’t make a man drink alone.”

Cace walked back over with a grin on her face. “You know it’s bad luck to cheers with water right?”

Calum’s sly grin never wavered and he pulls up a second shot prepared. “Just give me two minutes to finish this water and no bad luck for us.”

And that brought them to grabbing lunch on Cace’s breaks--while she’s no singer, she does know her way around a contract--hanging in studios, the two of them taking day trips to get away from the noise of the city. Calum would ask for advice and Cace, being a year and a half older, happily gives it. But for all the advice she can give, Cace’s track record in the dating department wouldn’t ever show for it.

Jae kicks a little but a grin lights up his face. Calum laughs, stroking a finger along his cheek. “Hey, hey, what’s got you all giggly?” Calum’s voice is soft. The couch dips just a little next to him and Calum looks over to Cace.

Her smile is soft but still clearly holds the exhaustion that she hasn’t been able to shake yet. “How long have I been out?”

Calum keeps a hand on Jae’s tummy before sliding back into the cushions. “Not long enough. You’re off Mum duty. Remember. Uncle Cal and Nephew Jae taking the world by storm--no mum’s allowed.”

Cace scoffs, pushing up to to glance at the clock on the wall. “By the looks of it, it’s been an hour and a half and you haven’t left my house.”

Giving Jae’s tummy a rub, Calum tries to hide his smile. “Little booger here preoccupied me.”

“Oh just admit it, he’s too stinking cute.” Cace stares down at her son, watches the way he giggles and coos at the tickle of Calum’s fingers. “Like really stinkin’ cute,” she states in a whisper. For the moment she tried not to think too much about how she could kill the son of a bitch that got her pregnant only to bolt--though Cace wasn’t sure she’d call it bolting. He had a line of women and as Cace steadily refused to give up her baby, he went onto the next.

“I know that murdery look in your eyes. You’re exhausted. That guy’s a dick. But you have a happy and extremely healthy baby boy. Take the day, Cace. You deserve it.”

Cace sits up, folding her feet under her. “I love my son. I just wish he wouldn’t have any pain.”

“Jae’s got Uncle Cal, and Uncle Ashton, and Uncle Michael, and Uncle Luke. We’re all he’s going to need--you’ll be there for his first crush and we’ll beat up bullies.”

Cace laughs, hand rubbing gently over Jae’s head as Calum rests Jaue against his chest. “I’ll be there to beat up bullies too.”

“I did say we,” Calum grins, the twinkling lights of her decor. Her living room’s already been decorated. He helped last weekend with that and even helped her put a tree. “You know what you need?”

“You already told me it was sleep.”

“In addition to sleep,” Calum starts. The tree’s beautiful. Cace always makes sure of that for Christmas. “You need Christmas photos in cheesy matching outfits with your baby boy and we’ll send them out to your family and make really bad Christmas ornaments and we’ll stamp Jae’s little hand on one and you’re going to enjoy this holiday season with your son and your best friend.”

“Do you remember the Christmas party we met at?”

Calum nods. “Of course I do. And this year will be the absolute opposite of that, but it’ll be good for you, Cace.”

There’s a moment silence. Cace studying the feature of Calum’s face and Calum studying the features of her. She notices the worry on his face, the way it pulls down his lips and makes his eyes dimmer. He notices the bags, but a certain bright spot in her eyes. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Homemade Christmas ornaments and cheesy photos. I’ll go get dressed.”

“No, no, you stay home. Rest up. I’ll go out and get what we need. Jae can tag along. He gets a vote in the really cringe onesie I buy him.”

“Cal, c’mon. Jae gets fussy sometimes and in a mood. I don’t want you have to tackle that all on your own.”

“Cace, let me do that. For you. Just one day. I know Jae, when he gets fussy I check diaper first, try the bottle second, and if that doesn’t work. you taught me the swaddle. We’ll take five and I’ll make him a cozy bean wrapped in his mum’s smelling blanket,” Calum punctuates the part by tugging on the blanket Cace snuggled up with in her sleep, which admittedly she might be just a tad too big for, “and he’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

Pushing to her knees, Cace holds Calum’s cheek in one hand. Calum didn’t have to step in. Surely, there were better things to do than go with Cace to appointments and stay home on nights when she knew the guys were out. And he helped put together the nursery. He got the guys to help him too, but Calum would be on the receiving end of 7 am phone calls to fold baby clothes and lift packages into her house when she got too big to bend over or lift anything.

“You’re more than a girl could ever ask for, you know?”

“Good thing you didn’t ask for me.”

Cace rolls her eyes. “Yeah, no, I called it fate. But still, I appreciate you. For everything. It means a lot.”

Calum kisses her cheek. “You’re welcome. Now, text me what size you wear and then go back to sleep. Shower first. I can smell you.”

A chuckle escapes Cace’s throat. “That’s-that’s not me, Cal.”

“Oh, Jae, buddy.”

With Jae in a fresh diaper and the diaper backpack Cace keeps packed at all times on his shoulders, Calum straps Jae into the carseat he bought for his own car. Cace told him to just use the one she had, but Calum wanted one in his car, just in case he needed it for emergencies, for Uncle and Nephew days. His phone shakes in his pocket as he connects the last buckle into the middle. “All good? Snug in there?”

Jae’s on the verge of sleep, and Calum knows the ride will lull him right into the deep sleep. Calum responds to his own question. “Yeah, Uncle Cal, I’m snug as hell. Drunk of some milk. But, oh, boy, was it good.”

I wear a XL. Still have baby weight. Who knows if I’ll loose it all.

A sigh escapes his lips. Cace hasn’t let the baby weight fixation go. She lost some of it, but the last little bit was still holding strong. You know XL just means extra love, right?

What happened to the e then?

Xtra Love. It’s cool guy spelling. You look great. You had a baby. Give yourself some kindness.

Cool guy spelling for Cool guy Cal.

Yeah, something like that. It doesn’t shock Calum that she doesn’t respond to the other parts of his text.

Calum makes his first venture to the craft store. It’s the furtherest stop on the agenda today, so he heads there first. Jae sleeps the majority of that stop, even with all Calum’s wondering up and down aisle he doesn’t seem bothered. Calum gathers some popsicle sticks, glue, felt, glitter, various body safe paints, string, ribbon, and everything else he can think of. He knows it’s going to be a mess, but what’s Christmas without a little bit of a glitter bomb.

Jae sings, or as close to singing, from the backseat as the radio plays. At a red light, Calum glances back. “Huh, that was a nice nap you got in. Let’s hope your mum got the same.”

Calum knows by the parking lot this store is going to be a bit crowded and noisy. But it’s the first one he could think off that would family matching onesies. Calum figures instead of the stroller he’ll strap Jae to his chest. Hopefully that will keep him calmer seeing as the little guy’s still not totally a fan of a lot of noise. He does alright by prolonged exposure makes him just a tiny bit fussy.

It’s a good sign when Jae looks around, eyes bright. “Oh yeah, lots of new sights around here,” Calum states softly. The store is not as bad as he originally thought. There’s still a lot of people out and about but somehow they don’t seem to be all swarming the shopping floor. He can only imagine what the checkout line looks like, but that’s more of a worry for later--if he even finds the matching onesies.

The speakers overhead pump Christmas music through the store. Thought Calum wouldn’t call himself big on Christmas, he finds humming along, fingers brushing along the various fabrics as he weaves through the aisles and racks. Calum gets sidetrack on his way to the Christmas displays spying an intriguing button up--it’s black with a dotted pattern. Up close he can see there’s little snowflakes instead of actual circles.

He shouldn’t get it, but he finds his size and figures he’ll hold onto it and debate whether or not he’s going to give into the impulse buy. Returning back to his assigned course, Calum debates if he’s going to go for the reindeer onesies or if he’s going to go for the ones decorated in various trees. “Your mum’s going to kill me if I show up with reindeer onesies, but you’d be cute. Maybe death ain’t so bad.”

It takes a few minutes to consider all the options though, checking out what’s available in all the sizes they’d need. Calum catches the tiny whine Jae starts up with and soothing bounces him. “Okay, bud, I got it. I’ll be quick.”

Calum hopes death comes swift as grabs the reindeer onesies. Calum rushes over to the baby section. He knows without a doubt there are Christmas onesies hanging out. And sure enough, with only a two minutes search, Calum is able to grab Jae a matching outfit too and turns for the registers. On his trek, Calum does put back the button up--he doesn’t need it at the time being.

The line is long. Jae’s settled for the time being, but Calum knows it might not take much to set him off. The cashier’s seem to be working fast so Calum risks it. He steps into line with a deep exhale. The first couple of minutes is goes by without a problem. And he manages to inch up just a little. However, by the time they get halfway through the life, Jae’s earlier whines start back up.

Softy, Calum shushes him, running his free hand up and down Jae’s back. “It’s okay.” If this doesn’t work, Calum will just abandon the line and hope once Jae’s settle he can find the outfits again.

For a minute Jae seems to be settling and the line shuffles up again. However, they seemingly get stuck under/near a speaker hidden in a ceiling tile because the beef between Heat Miser and Snow Miser gets louder and that in turns sets off Jae. A cry spills from his throat. Not ideal, but Calum looks to see how many people are behind him--there’s only a few in front. But the sound of Jae’s cries tells Calum not to push it.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” Calum whispers to Jae, turning and shimmying past the people in line. He mutters a few apologies and though, he would normally find the rack to place the clothes back on, Calum doesn’t want to take too long in case this is a diaper change cry.

“I know loud noises aren’t a favorite of yours, buddy. We’ll get somewhere quieter, promise.”

Free from the line, Calum shuffles to the bathroom. “Alright, let’s see what’s causing these tears.” It’s partially a diaper change. Though in a clean diaper, Jae doesn’t settle completely. “Hungry?”

It doesn’t hold interest. Calum tries a few other things before just resigning to the fact that it might’ve been sensory overload on Jae’s part. Calum drags Jae’s blanket over his shoulder and nestles him into it. Holding him close to his chest, Calum slips the backpack back onto his shoulder. “Okay, we can go chill out in the car. Try another store--hopefully less crowded.”

The cries haven’t completely stopped but they have faded. Calum doesn’t even glance over to where he stuck the onesies. They’re not important right now, an always be attained at some other point. Right on the mat that leads out of the store, Calum catches some voice shouting, “Sir!”

He doesn’t stop, assuming it’s someone trying to reach someone else. however, another, “Sir!” fills the air and Calum slows, turning his head. He doesn’t spot anyone at first, well not anyone that he recognizes are seems to be trying to get his attention but on a second pass over the faces, an older woman at the register holds up a bag.

“Me?” Calum questions, readjusting Jae quickly and tucking him more into his chest and neck.

The woman waves him over, before quickly turning back to the cashier. Calum steps a step forward, still unsure of what’s happening. He doesn’t know her. He thinks she might’ve been in the line either in front or behind him, but he doesn’t really know at all.

“Is-is everything okay?” Calum tries to see what’s in the bag and then mentally runs through his mind of what he could’ve dropped in line. All the bags from the craft store are in the truck. His phone and wallet are in his pockets, along with his keys.

“I should be asking the little one that,” she grins. Calum studies her face. He’d figure forties at the latest, two younger kids at her side. He wishes he did know her, then this would make this last strange. “Double check that these are all that you needed. Two adult onesies and then one for the baby, right?”

Calum’s heart nearly drops to his ass. “Wh-What?”

“Check that it’s all right,” she returns holding out one bag. The two kids hold bags of their own. “I don’t know if you were getting anything else, all I saw you put back were the onesies.”

“I-I can’t.” Jae wriggles in his arms and Calum sighs for a moment before bouncing him gently. “You really didn’t have to.”

“Well, now, I don’t have to do anything, you’re right. But I wanted too. I’ve been down this road. And the fact that you put your son above all, besides, it’s Christmas.”

Calum doesn’t even think to correct her thoughts on Jae instead he peeks inside the bag to see three outfits and a receipt. “Ma’am, really, I-I don’t know what to say. Thank you. I-I can pay you back.” Calum fumbles for a second to reach his wallet but she stills him with pat on his arm and a smile.

“No need sweetheart. Take care of that handsome one and enjoy your holidays.” With that, she takes a hand of each of the kids with her and then continues on past.

Calum watches her, unsure if it’s real or not. Unsure if he’s really living this. Someone, possibly a manager, comes down to the register he’s standing in front of. “Everything okay, sir?”

“I-yeah. Maybe a Christmas miracle?” he exhales facing them.

It’s another woman with a smile. “She’s a regular here. Does stuff like this all the time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. The second you got out of line, she was on it trying to get the stuff you put down.” Lined on the front of the registers are a line of gift cards. No good deed should go without something good in return.

He grabs one quickly. “Can I put 50 on this?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” The question clearly comes as a surprise. Calum knows by now in all his shock he’s not likely to find the woman in the parking lot. As the machine asks him to remove his card, Calum instructors them to use it for the next person in line.

“You sure?”

He nods. “Yes, I’m very sure. Thank you, for taking me.” He grabs the bag and hurries back through the door.

“You really bought reindeer onesies?” Cace sighs, peering into the bag.

Jae sits in a rocker nearby. The moment Calum got him into the car his nerves completely settled and he went back his is normal bubbly self. Calum gulps down a third of the glass of water. “I didn’t buy it. But yes, reindeers.”

“What do you mean you didn’t buy them?”

“The line was long and I got stuck under the speaker in the store. Jae had been getting a tiny fussy beforehand but the music was the tipping point. So I stepped out of line. Just as I got Jae mostly settled, I figured I’d take him out to the car let him completely reset basically before trying again to snag the clothes. A woman in line saw me leave with him and she paid for it. One of the managers or something said she does stuff like that all the time.”

“She what?”

“Yeah, she paid for it while I in the bathroom. I guess the line was moving faster than I thought but I didn’t want to just ignore Jae, so I just made the call to leave line.”

“A Christmas miracle,” Cace returns.

“Something like that. Did you rest well?”

“I didn’t wake up until you called and said you were on your way. So yes, much needed.” Leaning into the kitchen table, Cace uses her foot to add extra bounce for Jae. “I noticed there’s a second adult onesies in there.”

“Sue me. I wanted in on cheesy photos too.”

“Good thing phone cameras come with timers,” she grins. “Sticking around for arts and crafts too? I gotta feed Jae in another half an hour. Or am I still in Mum jail?”

“I’ll stick around. But you’re still in Mum jail, so that means I make Jae’s ornament--you sip on the non-alcoholic bubbly and gingerbread cookies you bought.”

“I do vote pictures first. Because there’s bound to be a mess.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine.” It can be that much of a mess, especially if Calum doesn’t bother with glitter.

“You say that now,” she laughs. “But if you think there won’t be a mess, be my guest. I’m going to sip on non-alcoholic bubbly, eat gingerbread cookies, and enjoy this show.”

Cace pops open the white grape sparkling juice and a fancy wine glass. Her second trip into the kitchen is for the tin of cookies--actually full of cookies--and settles at the kitchen table. She sits opposite of Calum’s ornament crafting setup. And it takes him until Cace has to feed and rather than fussing about with moving to another room, she drapes the privacy blanket over. The amusement is settled in deep on her face as she watches Calum try to sketch out his design.

“I will say, I’m glad you’re a musician,” she teases.

“Ya know what, not everyone can have a Dad who’s like a world renowned artist.”

“Tattoo artist, and trust me the drawing gene skipped me.”

Calum scoffs. “Then you’re talking a lot shit for a non-drawing-gene. But that does explain who you got into legal things.”

Her laughter is sharp. “Something like that. Though I think it might be more about me liking raining on some parades. Besides, who else can you call that will scare your team at just a name-drop?”

Calum points the pen cap in her direction with a nod. “I never suspected that you’d shake grown men to their core. But just the casual mention of you and you’d think they’d seen ghosts.”

Cace winks, readjusting the burping blanket. “I have that effect sometimes.”

“Can I burp him?”

“You’ve stolen my son!”

“Oh c’mon, I’m his Godfather.”

“You now Godfather Cal has a certain ring to it.” Cace turns down her mouth into a frown, dropping the octave in her voice, as she hoists Jae onto . “You come into my house on the day of my daughter’s wedding.”

Calum giggles at her impression but doesn’t push on the burping request. “I still prefer Uncle Cal. Easier to say.”

It’s as Calum can only watch the paint splatter onto the page does he immediately regret not taking Cace’s advice and taking photos first. Jae continues to hammer into the paint and thankfully, Cace doesn’t lose her head about messes. But Calum can only imagine what the green paint is going to look like against her yellow walls.

“Jae, c’mon, work with me,” Calum sighs, lifting his tiny hand and then presses onto the felt. “Your Mum’s going to murder the both of us. But very slowly.”

Cace gasps from the end of the table. “I can hear you you know! I wouldn’t kill either one of you. Just tell you I told you so, repeatedly. Until you’d wish I have of killed you.”

“Just be glad I decided against opening the glitter.”

“Why would you buy glitter, Calum?”

“I don’t know. I was in a craft store. I blacked out and when I came to, there was glitter in my basket.”Jae watches the exchange and slams a hand with paint onto the table. Calum’s sigh is audible and she watches him deflate in the chair. “It’ll come out I promise.”

“Or it doesn’t and I can forever mark that as the spot that Uncle Cal and Jae DIY’ed Christmas ornaments and when I’m old and nothing but skin and bones, I’ll pass the table onto him for his kids to make arts and crafts on and it becomes a legacy.”

Calum feels the wet hand on his chest through his t-shirt and cringes. Cace continues on. “Or what doesn’t come out is that stain on your shirt and you forever think twice about not listening to me. The pictures will be a story to remember. When my dad ask me why does Jae have a green nose and I tell him before pictures were taken he and Calum made ornaments and I advised ornaments second but Calum wanted to do that first and I scrubbed my son down as best as I could, but you know how green paint is.”

“You are not helping,” Calum whispers.

“Oh, no, I’m not. But you’re right. I needed Mum jail.” Her raised eyebrow and pointed sip from her glass tells Calum he’s going to be the one cleaning up and only him.

He doesn’t want her to be right. But even after ornaments are left to dry and he scrubs down Jae there is still a bit of residue, a hint of what color once took up residency on his skin that don’t completely fade reminds Calum to maybe listen to Cace since she’s the one dealing with a baby day in and day out. Though Calum would’ve liked to think he was a pretty good second. He’s there for a lot but there might be some things he hadn’t had to think through just yet on the whole baby front.

His t-shirt is ruined and the battle of baby vomit vs t-shirts should’ve warned Calum to not wear anything he holds too precious. But clothes are just clothes in the grand scheme of things. “You’re lucky you’re cute, Jae.”

Calum gets him into the onesie and settles him into the rocking seat to see what he can do about the wall. The table made it with very minimal damage and Calum’s sure with another passover the little that does remain will come out. Cace kneels on the floor, a bucket beside her and the sounds of scrub hits his hears. “Hey, Mum jail, remember,” Calum returns.

“Oh, I couldn’t let you suffer for that long without helping. I’ll probably have to repaint in some points, or I wait until he gets way older and just let whatever mess he creates exist and possibly turn it into some masterpiece.”

“You said the art gene skipped you.”

She laughs. “I did say possibly. As in an option.”

“I can help you repaint next week.”

“Wanna borrow one of my--what did you call it, an ultimate robe?”

“What are you on about?”

“Undershirt. I call them a white beater. You’ve got tons of them. You called it the ultimate robe in an interview once.”

“You said you didn’t watch those.”

“I don't normally. I saw a clip.”

“And you remembered from how long ago?”

Cace shrugs, dipping her rag into the water at her side. “Who knows at this point? You’re lucky I still remember my own name.”

The thing Calum’s learned about Cace is that’s it’s true. She can hardly ever remember things about herself, but she’s always got it together for those around her. And that’s why he pushed for her to take today--because she needed the time for herself. And even if it’s hard because of a baby he still wants to be the one there for her. He would always have her back. He’d buy cheesy matching onesies and hold bells behind the camera to get Jae to look up and he’d fake pose decorating an already decorated Christmas tree and he’d hoist Jae into his arms and tickle the little boy’s side and he’d take the most unflattering pictures of Cace only to make it up with the most flattering ones right after if it meant that at the end of it all, she knew he had her back.

Cace reclines into Calum’s side, Jae seated in her lap. The phone’s still counting down but she’s not worried about that. She looks up, watching Calum watching her. “I’m not the camera,” he teases.

“Nah, but you’re a close second.”

Calum kisses the top of her head, mostly aware of the shutter of the camera. “I’ll take that. Though I should be number one. Now actually face the camera once I set this up again.”

“No promises,” Cace laughs. Though she does look at the camera the second time. She can faintly see the slightly out of focus string lights on the trees. And inside the square it’s bound to be picturesque. There’s no walls with green paint or t-shirts ruined, or still open can of cookies that she absolutely thought she had covered and put back up. And maybe it’s okay if perfection only exist inside that square. And maybe it’s okay if her house is a mess and she’s a mess, and Calum’s a mess because at least she had the few people that cared around still.

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Joy hadn’t anticipated seeing Calum’s handwriting on a letter just yet. His card usually came with him in person. But she doesn’t let the curiosity simmer too long and flips over the white envelope to pop the golden sticker holding it close. A beautiful white, gold and green card greets her, with Merry Christmas on it.

When she open the card, a couple photos slip down and she can see the black ink with Calum’s telling handwriting. She spies Cace and Jae standing in front of a tree, a decorating dangling in her hand. The second photo is Cace, Calum and Jae seated on the floor, smiling with the twinkling lights fading in the background. There’s a third of Calum and Jae too. All three of them matching with reminders antlers poking out from the hood of their pj’s.

The typography of the inside of the card is the same as the outside, Season Greetings. But just above it is a note, from Cace, Jae, and Calum. And then just below the standard greeting of the card is more from Calum.

Hi Mum,

I know this card normally comes with me attached but I didn’t want to forget to send these pictures.

I made Cace take a day and partially it was successful. Another part was disastrous. Disaster struck with paint and ornaments but I know you said you wanted more pictures of Jae too. These felt appropriate. He’s getting bigger, like everytime I blink he’s in a new size. I don’t know how Cace does it. How she just watches him everyday and doesn’t worry that time is moving too fast. Maybe she does worry and does her best just to focus on the day at hand. I don’t know how you did it with Mali and me. I’m sure it was the same thing--everyday just us shooting up with almost no end in sight. You’ll be happy to know Cace and Jae are doing well too. She started work again and takes him most days. Some days she drops him off at a daycare. He seems to handle it well for now. Soon, she says she’ll be dropping him off more than half the week at the daycare. So we’ll know for sure how Jae feels about that when that happens.

Send me some Oz summer. I wasn’t sure I was ready to jump into onesies just yet and even after this pictures, I still don’t think I am. Love you and miss you.

Calum.

#calum hood #calum hood fanfic #calum hood fic #calum hood blurb #calum hood fluff #h writes #h writes christmas 2020 #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fanfic #5 seconds of summer fic #5 seconds of summer blurb #calum hood x oc #OC included

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nanakyun0j0 · 4 years ago

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Cinema Rose

Hello! This is Nana here with my secret santa gift for @softsungchan! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and this is not proof read ;-; but I really hope you enjoy this. Have a super merry Christmas and a happy new year! I’d also like to wish @lucaswithnoshirt and @bumblebeenct a really wonderful Christmas and say thank you for organising this awesome event :D.

Genres: Fluff, comedy (I really tried)

Word count: 2024

Warnings: A few swear words, mentions of a heart attack, and old cinemas? (I am not very good at these, if you find anything else I should add,

lease let me know and I’ll put them in ^^).

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Remixes of old christmas songs blasted from the speakers around him, and Taeil sang along quietly while he made his way to the old cinema at the end of the shopping district.

It hadn’t been long since school had ended and he’d been too bored to stay at home and too tired from the school year to make plans with others.

So, he decided to walk around the places he always went to, but never paid any attention to. Like the shopping district he walked through on his way to school.

He’d heard from Taeyong, a junior he knew from middle school, about an old cinema that played christmas movies during the holidays for free. Taeil was skeptical at first. Playing movies for the whole month of December for free?

After some reconnaissance (read: asking his parents), he’d found that the place was apparently so old that the carpets smelled like caramel popcorn and old socks, and the lights flickered if you stayed after 7pm. They were surprised that it was even still open because of how decrepit the outside looks.

So, his initial impression of the old cinema hadn’t been the best, and he’d shrugged away any thoughts of visiting it.

Until today, that is.

His parents were out on a gift buying spree for their relatives, and his younger sister had been dragged along, which she wasn’t happy about, judging by her fierce grumbling as she slammed the car door shut when they were leaving.

So that meant that he had escaped the drudgery that was Christmas shopping, but he’d also been left at home alone with effectively nothing to do.

He’d finished playing all his games during the school year, instead of studying of course. There was also no way he’d actually be responsible and look over material for next year so he could get ahead of his classes. Which left him with only a few options:

He could go back to sleep, or restart some random game and play it all over again, or he could just wander around outside and find something to do.

‘Right.’ He thought to himself as he grabbed a jacket, his phone and house keys,

‘Guess I’ll just walk around.’

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He’d walked around most of his neighbourhood, and without realising it, his feet lead him on the familiar path of the local shopping district. It was usually a bustling place, full of loud voices calling out to customers, and children playing around.

Today was no different and Taeil, who’d spent his whole holidays so far inside, found the change of pace refreshing. Despite the chilly weather and the fact that he really wasn’t wearing nearly enough layers for how cold he felt, he was enjoying the vibrant atmosphere of the street.

Shutting his mind off, he was content to explore the streets around him.

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You stood slouched at the counter, face blank and head rested in your hands. You drummed your fingers against your cheeks and let out a long sigh.

Burying your head into your hands and groaning softly, you wondered to yourself why you got yourself into this in the first place.

When your uncle had asked you to work at the old cinema for the holidays, you’d initially been okay with it.

After all, it was quick money and, knowing how bad the sales were, you wouldn’t need to interact with people that much.

You valued your space after all, and serving customers was never really something you felt happy doing. Plus, it was fun to have the place to yourself for most of the day, and you were never low on snacks to eat.

In hindsight, you should have predicted the boredom that would come with standing around for the whole day. Even with your phone, there were only so many times you could refresh Twitter and Instagram and find something interesting to look at.

Day in and day out, you were stuck in the dark cinema with flickering lights and musty carpets, and it was slowly driving you insane.

You bit your lip and creased your eyebrows, mulling over if it would be that big of a deal to just leave the counter and go home. It was nearly closing time anyway, and you couldn’t imagine what poor fool would come to this dusty cinema when it was almost Christmas.

‘Everyone’s busy with decorating and gift buying, no one’s even gonna come here.’

You told yourself.

With your conscience cleared and stomach empty, you gathered as much popcorn as you could fit in the largest container, locked the counter and headed outside.

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Taeil stared at the sign in front of him.

‘Cinema Rose’s Merry Christmas special event! For the whole month of December, watch a movie for free!’

It read.

He wondered how he managed to end up here, of all places. Especially after he’d promised himself so many times that he wouldn’t bother. Then he wondered if he even remembered the way he came.

‘Shit,’ he thought to himself

‘How am I gonna get home?’

He took a deep breath and looked around frantically, trying to find a familiar looking path. All of the streets looked new to him.

Finding nothing he recognised, he was about to pull out his phone when he heard the entrance to the cinema open.

His head whipped to face the doors and he saw a girl around his age in a baggy uniform carrying an obscene amount of popcorn in her hands. Her back was facing him and she looked like she was trying to lock the door.

‘She must work here! Nice, I can ask her for directions!’

So he mustered up his courage and cleared his throat and called out to the girl.

“E-excuse me, I’m a bit lost, could you please help me?” He cursed himself for his shaking voice.

The girl turned around and stared at him for bit with a confused expression, then blinked and replied,

“O-oh, yeah, sure! Where did you want directions to?” Her soft voice was gentle when she spoke to him, and Taeil was a bit flustered. She wasn’t only pretty, but had a cute voice too?

The same could be said for you.

You hadn’t noticed him standing in front of the cinema at first, so you were a bit startled when he suddenly spoke to you.

You turned to see who it was, and nearly had a heart attack. A boy around your age you’d assume, with a large puffy jacket and kind looking eyes. He’d appeared so suddenly that you were surprised.

He was so pretty you were shocked stiff for a few seconds, but you snapped yourself out of it and hurried to reply.

You cursed yourself for stuttering and hoped he didn’t notice. His blank face at your reply made it seem like he didn’t. You thanked the heavens above and waited for him to continue speaking.

“R-right.” He cleared his throat and you stifled a snort. You both seemed to be nervous around each other.

“Do you know the shopping district near the local all-boys school? My neighbourhood is around there so I just wanted to know how I could get to that area?” He explained.

You nodded at his words.

Despite being a homebody, you did like to go on walks quite regularly, and you lived close to the cinema so you knew the area like the back of your hand. You were about to tell him the way when your brain stopped you.

‘Wait, _____,’ It said to you.

‘If you just give him directions, who knows when you’ll see him again! If you’ll see him again! Don’t lose this opportunity, you’re already lonely enough as it is!’

Your brain made a compelling last minute argument, and you couldn’t help but agree. Your family had been here for a long time, but you had grown up in a different city for most of your life.

You’d only come here to spend the holidays with your aunt and uncle because your parents were away on business. You hadn’t managed to make any friends, so all you could do was stay at home or walk around the cinema or your house.

You at least wanted to try to make friends before you left, then it wouldn’t be so hard to be in this town while you stayed until school started again.

Taeil was staring at you with a worried expression while you were going through your little crisis, and he tried calling out to you to get your attention. It didn’t work, so he stepped closer to you and waved a hand in front of your face, causing you to flinch and shout out in surprise.

“Woah! What the heck?”

“Sorry-“ Taeil said with wide eyes and a small frown on his face,

“I called out to you but you wouldn’t respond so I- sorry…” His voice was quiet and apologetic and you felt bad.

“No! No, not at all, it’s my fault! I just got distracted because I was trying to remember the way, sorry about that.” You told him. He seemed to believe your poorly thought out lie with the way his eyes brightened in understanding and his head nodded along.

You inwardly wiped the sweat off your forehead and tried to make the most friendly expression you could muster after a whole day of standing around with nothing to do.

“I’m not very good with explaining, so would it be ok if I just showed you the way? My house is nearby too, so it wouldn’t be out of my way.” You said to him cheerily. You hoped he’d buy this lie too.

He smiled widely at you, and you almost felt a bit bad about imposing your presence on this boy you’d just met.

‘But this is all for friendship! Maybe more, but don’t get so ahead of yourself!’

“That would be great, thanks! If you’re sure it won’t be a bother!” He chirped. You nearly melted inside at how polite he was being with you.

Returning his smile and asking him to follow you, you lead the way out of the cinema and made your way to the shopping district, trying your hardest to think of something to talk about. Which wasn’t as hard as you thought.

For every question you could ask, Taeil had an answer. You quickly learned that he was really easy to get along with, and he was great at carrying conversations. He was awkward at first, but you soon found a rhythm while talking and before you knew it you made your way to the shopping district near his house. Your footsteps slowed and you both halted at the entrance, a lull now forming when you both stopped talking.

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say, stuck in your head with worries that he might not want to talk anymore after this. That he only continued conversations with you because he was bored.

Taeil’s voice broke through your thoughts. His voice soft and nervous again as he asked you for your number.

Your face heated up at his straightforward request bit complied, albeit with shaky hands. After you both put your phones away, Taeil spoke again.

“Hey, ____. I had lots of fun with you today. So uh-“ He fumbled with the strings of his hood,

“Do you wanna meet tomorrow as well? I get that you have work, but I could go to the cinema and we could hang out there? O-only if you want to!”

His eyes looked anywhere but you and you could see in his smile that he was worried about you refusing.

You grinned and shook your head.

“I’d love to see you tomorrow, Taeil. I really had fun today too!”

You spoke in the most sincere tone you could and hoped he could sense it. With the way he beamed at you after you replied, you were sure he understood you.

With that you both parted ways, and walked home with smiles on your faces, and chests so warm no amount of snow could make you feel cold.

#taeil x reader #taeil #moon taeil #nct taeil #taeil fluff #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct #im really tired #i will go sleep now #good night lol #Merry Christmas!!

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #343

“i slither like a viper and get you by the neck / i know a thousand ways to help you forget about her”

What's your favorite kind of bear? I don't really know. I just like bears. Have you ever sent a FWD because you were afraid? Ha, yup, as a little kid. Would you ever date more than one person at a time? Nooooo sir. Have you ever rebounded... or been someone's rebound? No. What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever had with a family member? Did things ever go back to how they were beforehand? My grandmother cursed me the fuuuuck out one night as a kid because I was in a mood and didn't tell my mother goodnight. I still remember being called an ungrateful bitch with her like an inch from my face, and admittedly, I was being rude because I wanted to go home, but it kinda scarred me for life. For the remainder of her life, I was always sort of on edge around her and was convinced she didn't like me. Have you ever experienced some kind of natural disaster? I've been through lots of hurricanes. None that massively affected my life, though. If you have pets, do you feed them human food or do they just get regular pet food? If they do get human food, what’s their favorite thing to have? Venus is a snake, so she obviously doesn't get food meant for humans. Roman is very well-trained to not beg or make a move for people's food; he tried once as a kitten, and giving him a pop taught him right away. Have you ever been in a physical fight? Who won? No. What’s the mode of transport that you take or use the most? The car. Mom's, specifically. Have you ever had a zoo keeper experience or anything where you’ve been able to go behind the scenes and look after/feed the animals? No, but I wish. :( Would you ever want the responsibility of being a politician or a similar position of power? NOOOOOOO. What’s something your parents do that really annoys you? Mom is *always* right, pretty much indisputably. And she WILL have the last word. Dad, meanwhile, can be pretty rude to people. I don't think he realizes it half the time, but still. It's not an excuse. What is your main source of anxiety? Social interactions. What’s your favorite 90s cartoon? Pokemon. Describe the moment you realized you were falling in love with someone. I'd rather not. What’s your favorite sparkling water brand/flavor? I've never tried sparkling water. What’s your favorite makeup brand/brands? I don't have a favorite, considering I don't wear it nearly enough and have never even bought my own. I just use whatever Mom buys. What are some female names you would name a baby? Alessandra is my favorite for sure. I also love Anneliese, Justine, Evelyn, Chloe, Evangeline, Quinn... There's a lot. What about male? Severin is my favorite, and I also like Damien, Vincent, Victor, and Luther. Do you have any subscription boxes? No. What fictional creature would you like as a pet? I want a dragon, goddammit. Idc if it can breathe fire ok I want a dragon. Ewoks are also the one and only thing I enjoy from Star Wars. What kind of dwelling do you live in? Just a one-story house. Is there anyone you work with that you don't get along with? Why? N/A Do you have an opinion on adopting/purchasing a pet? PLEASE adopt, especially with cats and dogs, given the number of strays. Purebreds tend to have so many underlying issues, and besides, it's just a LOT of money for an animal that probably wouldn't outlive a mutt. Don't feed the machine if you can. What's your favorite chain restaurant? The Cheesecake Factory or Olive Garden. Why were you last pulled over? I’ve never been pulled over before. What was the last thing you've done on the water? Just kinda swam around a bit in the ocean. It was so warm, totally like a bath. I do NOT miss that sun poisoning, though. Are you cool with swimming in a lake? I think I'd do it if someone invited me to, and the lake didn't look filthy, of course. Do you have a drone? No. What's your favorite hole-in-the-wall restaurant? We have this tiny, local Mexican place that's really good. I don't know the name of it, and I wouldn't share it for obvious reasons. What do you order from there? Chips and salsa of course, along with a shrimp and cheese quesadilla, and finally their cheesy rice. What's your favorite ice-cream flavor? Depending on my mood, it bounces between vanilla with chocolate syrup or just plain chocolate. Do you have any t-shirts from any local businesses? No. Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? I used to listen to Mark, Bob, and Wade's podcast, but I'm like... ten months behind, haha. What's something someone calls you that you find endearing? I like "love" a lot. What's your favorite children's book? I loved books like The Rainbow Fish, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Stellaluna, 10 Minutes 'til Midnight, What Makes a Rainbow?, Chrysanthemum, etc. Is there a new season for a series you're excited to come out? Meerkat Manor comes back this summer, and I am fucking HYPED. How old are you? I'm 25. What is something unique you enjoy about the one you like/love? I tease her about it all the time, but it's really cute that she keeps all of her snakes' good sheds in her room. Proud reptile mom. Are you more liberal or conservative? I'm close to the middle, but I lean towards being more liberal, and I seem to go more that way with time. Do you watch American Horror Story? I used to. I saw the entire first season and really liked it, and then I almost finished the second, but I lost interest. The story got a bit stupid imo. I'd be willing to watch other seasons, though. Does your hometown have any urban legends/scary stories? None that I’m aware of. The people there are scary enough. What's the scariest nightmare you remember having? Let's not talk about it. Are you medicated? Uh very. Are there any apps you're addicted to? Nah. Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? It was initially a bunny holding a polka-dotted blanket, then it become a moose I got from Cabela's when in Ohio. Do you still collect stuffed animals? Only meerkat ones. Have you ever stolen/borrowed clothes from an ex? Haha I've worn Jason's pj pants before and they just kinda... became mine, lol. What's the last movie you watched at home? The Shining, I believe. What's the last movie you watched in theaters? The CGI remake of The Lion King. I still don't get why it was received so badly. Have you ever had eggs cooked over a campfire? I don't think so, no. If you do drink, what's your favorite alcoholic beverage? Margaritas, generally. However, Sara's dad made me this absofuckinglutely incredible chocolate drink before that tasted like a milkshake. It had like, no alcohol flavor, which worked out well for me considering I very much dislike that taste. Are there any songs you've been listening to repetitively lately? There's a new one every day lately, haha. Today it's Halocene's cover of "Love Bites (So Do I)." Cereal, granola, or oatmeal? Cereal. What TV shows did you grow up watching? You gotta gimme an age group... but I'd say the typical stuff for kids of that time. What does your phone case look like? It's just a boring purple that came with it. What were your favorite toys to play with as a child? I looooved playing with my "family" of a father crocodile, a mother deer, their two "children" (a fawn and smaller croc), and "friends" that were little Pokemon figurines. Then there was an evil t-rex with two stupid sidekicks, haha. I can't remember what dinosaurs they were. What's the most embarrassing thing you can ever remember doing? Hold on, lemme find my book. Do you remember what you dreamt about last night? I only very faintly recall dreaming about my cat Roman. Have you ever done anything embarrassing in a dream? Thank FUCK they're just dreams. Do you vape? Nah. What was a song you loved as a child? So uh. Apparently. I loved "Dookie" by Green Day. It's an undying story from Mom about how it came on once at a putt-putt place and I apparently started yelling "dookie!" and dancing. Do you enjoy the Arctic Monkeys? Yeah, I love some of their songs. Are you going to see Finding Dory? You bet your sweet ass I saw it. I've cried everytime I've watched it. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I have not, but I would love to. When was your last piercing? Whenever I got my tragus done, which I can't remember. What did your first crush look like? I don't remember my puppydog love first crush, but I can talk about my first REAL crush, Sebastian. He's a skinny dude with short, brown hair and a lip piercing... I can't remember which kind. He dressed in an emo style, and Facebook pictures at least suggest he still kind of does, I think. Is your body more curvy or flat? Well, I'm not at all skinny, so... What's your least favorite holiday? Probably Christopher Colombus Day, honestly. You didn't discover shit. Don't pretend to me it's worth celebrating in a clean conscience. if you’re having a boring day what do you usually do? If I'm rock-bottom bored, quite honestly, I normally nap, even though I know I shouldn't. Do you turn to food when you're upset? Ugh, I'm admittedly an emotional eater. I got way better about it, and then I started up again. Is your bf/gf good with your parents? I don't have an s/o. Do you think soda should be served at school? Vending machines are fine I suppose, as I don't believe they should be free seeing as they're nothing but sugar content, and I feel schools shouldn't just hand that out to kids at lunch or something. Do dogs have feelings? They sure do. Are you afraid of snakes? Oh no! I adore them. I respect snakes and am going to give wild ones their space for sure considering I don't recognize every native venomous one, but nevertheless, I'm not afraid of them. They are so vital to the ecosystem and are incredibly fascinating animals that deserve our protection. On that note, PLEASE do not kill any snake you come across in your shed or whatever. Call someone to relocate the terrified thing. Favorite snack? It depends on what I'm in the mood for, really. Ever seen The Notebook? Read the book, seen the movie plenty of times. Do you think cussing is trashy? No. Who is the most famous person you’ve met, if any? Nobody. Do you own any animals that aren’t domestic? No. Have you ever feared that you would lose a body part? No. Do you like gore? Yeah, generally. Do you like to drink water? Ugh, I really don't. I wish I did. Have you ever had a wax? I used to get my eyebrows waxed. Do you have any sets of matching bras and underwear? No. Are you any good at improv? Not at ALL.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''love bites (so do i)'' by halestorm

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A Flower of a Different Colour

A re-upload of this post since its broken on tumblr mobile

Autumn is mine, Kevir belongs to @theravensprince

Ko-Fi

Beepbebebeep! Beepbebebeep!

Autumn flings her arm ungracefully out to the alarm obnoxiously intruding upon her morning. Her fingers scrabble for the off-button, leaving her in blessed silence.

She rolls over with a sigh, her eyes peeking open. The digital clock reads 6:30.

Autumn stretches her sleep-heavy arms and sits up, rubbing at her swollen eyes. As always, she crosses her bedroom to her windowsill, watering her cacti, succulents and pot of creeping ivy climbing up the wall next to her window. She smiles as she gently traces the leaves with her hands. Satisfied with her work, she readies herself for the day. By 7:30 she is out of her apartment, and making her way to work. Though young, she is the proud owner and worker of her own florist shop: A Rose Without Thorns. She opens shop as the sleepy neighbourhood rouses, workers sleepily stumbling to their workplace and parents sheparding their children to school.

As with most weekdays with no major holidays on the horizon, the morning crawls by, only a few of her regulars coming by for a single flower or pot or just for a chat. As usual, her mother stops by late morning for a bouquet of roses and to drop off some of her favourite snacks. By lunch time, work crawls by to a complete stop, but it does give her time to perfect the arrangements of the flowers outside, then slowly work her way through the inside of the shop.

The bell above the door rings. Autumn looks up from her work to see someone a far cry from her usual clientèle.

A purple winged tiefling steps into her establishment; black jeans, black leather jacket and black combat boots that stomp heavily across the wooden floor. Tousled hair perfect frames his angular face, and impossibly dark eyes sweep across the room until they find Autumn.

She then realises she is still knelt on the floor, openly staring.

‘Oh--’ She averts her gaze and jumps to her feet, smoothing down the frills of here mini-apron as she hurries behind the counter.

‘Welcome! Let me know if I can help you with anything.’

‘I’m looking to buy flowers for a pretty girl,’ he says, his voice pleasant and accented.

‘Oh? How lovely! Do you know what kind of flowers she likes?’ Her shoulder unclench as some of the anxiety drains from her body. If he came to make trouble he likely already would have done so.

‘Not yet. What would you recommend?’

‘Roses are always a safe bet. Red roses, if it's a romantic gesture. You see, different colour roses have different meaning behind them. Pink for friendship, orange for familial bonds, white for purity and spirituality--’ She tapers off with a blush as she beholds his amused smile. ‘Sorry, I’m rambling.’

‘That's alright. I was enjoying listening to you.’

Autumn feel her blush deepen.

He picks up a large red bouquet. ‘May I ask your name?’ he asks as he hands her the money.

‘Huh? I-oh. My names Autumn.’

‘Autumn? Fitting. I’m Kevir. Keep the change.’

‘O-ok, thank you.’

He grins at her one last time before he leaves her shop, leaving a very flustered Autumn.

As 5pm rolls around, Autumn begins to close shop, still thinking about her encounter with Kevir. She doesn't like to think of herself as judgemental, but she had thought of him as trouble when he first walked in. How wrong she had been.

She finds herself wondering about the girl he mentioned. She hopes she appreciated his gift.

Autumn double checks the doors are locked and turns around--right into Kevir. She squeals in shock, nearly falling right to the ground.

‘S--sorry!’

‘I didn't mean to scare you. I did call your name a few times, didn't you hear me?’

She notices Kevir still holds the bouquet of flowers in his hands.

‘Oh, did you want to return them? I’m sorry, you’ll have to return tomorrow--I just closed up.’

‘No, I didn't want to return them--I wanted to give them to you.’ He holds out the flowers to her

‘I’m sorry?’

‘I bought them for you. Take them.’

‘T-thank you?’

He gives her a wink and walks away, eventually heading into the tattoo parlour further down the road.

When Autumn examines the bouquet in her hands she spots writing on the card:

07113246589

Call me! ; )

-Kevir

Autumn makes a noise of disbelief. He couldn't be serious. He isn’t. Is he? She shoves the card in her bag before making her way home.

The TV drones on in the background, going unnoticed by Autumn who stares at the roses that have found a home in the vase on her coffee table. She glances at her bag across the sofa.

She abruptly drags her eyes away, trying to focus on the drama playing on the screen. Trying and failing.

Autumn snatches her bag and drags it over to her, pushing aside her purse, makeup and the snacks her mother had given her until she finds the small, crumpled card.

She smoothes it over her thigh as she holds her phone in her other hand. Her finger hesitates over the digits on her screen as doubt begins to cloud her judgement.

‘Oh just do it,’ she hisses at herself

She dials before she changes her mind. Each enduring trill of the ringtone quickens her heartbeat. Then it stops with a click. She holds her breath.

‘Hello?’

Autumn hangs up with a scream. Her head falls into her palms with a groan. She has basically committed social suicide with this guy. A good-looking seemingly kind man interested in her and she screamed down the phone at him.

The ringing and vibrating of her phone draws her attention back to her coffee table, Kevir’s number displayed on the screen.

She watches it ring in silent panic until it stops. She breathes in relief. Then it rings again. She turns off her phone, ending the predicament altogether. She likely had already put him off, what further harm could she do by ghosting him?

Autumn hugs her knees to her chest, wishing she had the courage to hold a conversation with him. She let's herself fall limp on her side, still clutching her knees. Eventually, sleep finds her.

Autumn returns to work the following morning, business as usual minus her sullied mood. She is still mad at herself for being an awkward coward.

Around 2 hours after she opened, Kevir enters. A thousand emotions fly through her at once at their meeting, mostly abstract fear.

‘O-oh , mood gorn--good morning!’

‘Morning yourself.’ He leans his elbows on the counter, mere inches away from her. ‘Did you, uh, did you call me last night?’

‘H-huh?’ Her voice is a few octaves higher than usual. ‘No, of course not!’

‘Oh,’ Kevir deflates. ‘I see.’

‘I--I mean, I wanted to!! I, um, I dropped my phone yesterday. Screen-down, it shattered, totally unusable.’

Kevir doesn't look convinced. Of course he isn’t, she's a terrible liar.

‘I’m… I’m glad you came to see me today.’ Autumn’s changing of subject is likely very obvious, but at least she is speaking honestly now.

‘I’m glad to see you.’ His smile is disarming. ‘Say, wanna get lunch together?’

‘Y-yes I would like that.’ She smiles shyly, toying with her hair to avoid looking him in the eye.

‘Perfect. See you in a few hours.’

Autumn doesn't look up until she hears the bell jingle as he leaves, the smile still stuck on her face.

She looks up at the clock. Midday can’t come soon enough.

Kevir returns around 12, and Autumn feels her heart flutter as he enters.

‘Ready?’

‘One moment!’ She pulls on her apron strings, folding it onto the chair behind the counter. She fetches her shoulder bag from the back room and takes a moment to check her reflection. She shakes her bangs and uses her fingers to even them out over her brow, smoothes down her hair and applies just a bit of lip gloss. She only wishes she had worn something a bit more exciting than a white blouse and black mini-skirt.

‘OK, ready!’

‘Let's go. I know a little place.’

Kevir takes her to a cute cosy cafe a few blocks down, named The Pot and the Kettle. Not many patrons inside, but it means they can snag the cosiest chairs; two impossibly soft, large armchairs close to the fire with a large table between them. Being a rather tepid spring, there is no fire but there is still something comforting about it.

A cute elven waitress takes their orders. Kevir orders black coffee and a slice of chocolate cake. Autumn asks for a white chocolate mocha and matcha pound cake.

Kevir tilts his head at her order. ‘Sweet tooth?’

‘Very much so! I love sweets, chocolate and baked goods… Oh that must seem childish.’

‘Not at all! Food doesn’t have an age limit. I have a soft spot for them myself.’

The waitress returns with their orders. ‘Let me know if I can get you anything else,’ she says in a husky purr, talking exclusively to Kevir.

‘Thanks,’ Kevir answers, giving her only a cursory, polite look.

He takes off his leather jacket, revealing his tattoo sleeves. Autumn daintly gasps as she beholds the artwork displayed in his skin; twisting, connected pieces of dragons, weaponry like arrows, tortured faces, skulls and even some flowers interlocked and interwoven into one overarching gothic scene. The collar of his shirt is open enough to see the tip of a black feathered wing brushing just beneath his collarbone.

‘You have so many tattoos,’ she says in awe, reaching out for his skin before remembering herself. ‘Ah, I’m sorry!’

Her hands returns to her lap, where she tugs and fiddled with the rings on her fingers.

Kevir laughs in response, straightening his arms out on the table for her. ‘It’s alright. Touch me if you like.’

Autumn hesitantly reaches out with one hand, the other clutched into a fist over her chest. Her index fingers brushes against the smooth skin of his forearm. Where the tattoos are, the skin is slightly raised, but still just as soft. Her finger follows the design of the sleeve down to the back of his hand, impossibly smooth.

‘No one has hands this soft!’ The words slip out of her mouth before she can stop herself. ‘Oh God, that was a very weird thing to say...sorry. I just…’

Kevir rotates his hand on top of hers, smoothing his fingers over her skin. ‘Your hands are this soft.’

She glances up shyly, her flustered mind failing to come up with a response. She slides her hand out from under his, returning it to her lap, once more fidgeting with her rings. What is happening here?

‘Did it hurt?’ she asks after a short silence, still staring at his arms.

‘A little. Tattoos don’t hurt as much as everyone thinks they will. Would you like one?’

‘Eh!?’

‘I’ll give you one for free if you give me some flowers. How about it?’

‘...Could I choose what to get?’

‘Of course. And where you get it.’

‘O-ok...I guess I could get a little one somewhere...a flower maybe?’

‘Perfect! We’ll do it tomorrow.’

‘T-tomorrow? So soon?’

‘Would you rather wait?’

‘No, no tomorrow is fine.’ Her heart thunders in her chest as she says those words. Autumn has never had good experiences with needles. ‘What kind of flowers would you like?’

‘Hmm…’ Kevir drums his fingers as he considers. ‘Surprise me. Get me some flowers you think I’d like.’

He reclines in his chair with an easy smirk, Autumn’s mind already firing off numerous ideas for species and colours.

She smiles as an idea occurs to her. ‘I think you’ll like what I have planned.’

‘Am I that easy to read?’ He sounds amused.

‘I mean...when I first saw you I thought you were going to be some ruffian who would make some trouble for me or destroy my shop’

Kevir looks less amused now, quizzing her with a raised eyebrow.

‘I’m sorry! I was wrong to be so judgemental! I don’t usually get many young people in my shop, And you carried yourself with such confidence, almost cocky. Clearly I read you wrong. So no, not easy to read…’

‘And what do you think of me now?’

He’s enjoying this, she realises. She is so very obviously crushing on him.

‘Um…’ Her fingers clench into fists as they clutch the soft material of her skirt. ‘Well, I don’t know you very well, but obviously you are very kind, a-and…’

‘You’re right, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. Swap stories?’

‘I’m not terribly interesting…’ she murmurs, her hnads clenching even tighter.

‘I’m sure I would disagree. Tell me about yourself.’

She takes a deep breath. ‘Well, you know my name is Autumn. My parents, half-elf and tiefling live on the outskirts of the city. My mother is a model, my father her bodyguard. I have a twin brother in university. I like cute animals, sweet food and flowers. See? Not interesting…’

‘You're so cute.’ Kevir smiles genuinely, his head tilted as he stares at her. ‘Your mother is a model?’

Autumn nods, blushing. ‘My mother is Amaranthe Darcelle. You might have heard of her.’

‘Your mother is Amaranthe Darcelle? That must be where you got your beauty.’

‘Beauty?’ Autumn sputters.

Kevir nods. Autumn takes a large swig of her coffee, trying to buy herself some time as she tries to think of some sort of response.

She places her cup back on its saucer. ‘I, um. I think you're very handsome.’

‘Thank you. It makes me happy you think that.’

‘So you never told me about yourself,’ she says, busying herself with her cake to avoid having to look him in the eye. At this rate she was going to explode.

‘You’re in luck. I love talking about myself to beautiful women.’ Kevir reclines in his chair with a smile.

Autumn let's out a gasp as she looks at the clock. ‘It’s already been two hours??’

Kevir follows her gaze to the clock, looking as shocked as she feels. ‘It really doesn't feel like its been that long.’

‘Uhm, bill, please!’ She calls to the waitress. ‘I should be getting back to my shop.’

‘As should I.’

The waitress puts down a small silver tray with their bill on top. Kevir shakes his head at her as she pulls out her purse.

‘Put that away. I’m paying.’

‘I should at least pay for myself…’

‘This was my idea. So it’ll be my treat.’

‘Ok, thank you.’

They hover for a moment outside the cafe, neither really wanting to go back to work.

‘Thanks for today. I had fun getting to know you,’ Autumn said.

‘And I you.’

Kevir leans down closer and presses a soft, chaste kiss on her cheek. Autumn let's out a small gasp as her entire body freezes. The heat crawls up her neck up to her face and even her ears.

Kevir clears his throat. ‘I’m sorry. I should have asked first. I’ll see you tomorrow?’

He stumbles off without awaiting her reply. Autumn slowly raises one hand to her cheek, caressing the space his lips had just touched.

‘See you soon,’ she whispers absently to empty air.

Autumn takes a bunch of white roses home with her, remembering her deal with Kevir. She sets up large glasses of dye; black, purple and blue, cuts open the stems and evenly divided the rose's between them. Curling up on the sofa, she stares at the roses, hoping he will like them, until the call of sleep is too strong to ignore.

The next day arrives, bringing with it sunshine and happy thoughts. Autumn hums a small tune to herself as she goes about her morning routine, all her thoughts focused on yesterday's...date? Was it a date? Is it too early or presumptuous to call it such?

Autumn ties the rose's together with a red ribbon, tying it into an attractive bow. Then she sets off for the day, making her way past her shop to the tattoo parlour several doors down, Devil’s Ink. The outside certainly has a gothic look, coffin-shaped windows the opening hours painted gold onto the glass. Pushing open the heavy door, she comes onto a wooden-floored room, dimly lit by two low-hanging chandeliers. Heavy metal music thumps through the speaker system.

A bored-looking human with bubblegum pink hair mans the dark wooden counter, fingers jabbing away at her phone screen.

‘Um, excuse me?’

She does a double take at Autumn. Dressed in pink frills and a petticoat she probably is a far cry from their usual clientele.

‘Yes, sweetie? How can I help?’

‘Is Kevir here?’

‘One sec.’

She picks up a phone, which Autumn assumes is part of an internal communication system.

‘Yeah, Kevir? Some girl is here to see you, too much pink, wings--hello?’ She hangs up with a sigh. ‘He’ll be down in a minute.’

Autumn watches the set of stairs, which is in fact a two flights that lead to the same balcony, nervously thumbing the petals of her dyed roses.

Kevir appears moments later, jogging down the stairs with glee.

‘Hello, Autumn. You're earlier than I thought you'd be.’

‘Oh, sorry. I guess I’m used to the life of an early bird now.’ She holds out the bouquet of flowers to him. ‘These are for you!’

‘Thank you! Are these...did you dye them?’

She nods with a touch of pride. ‘Yep. I thought you might like them.’

‘I do. Have you thought about a tattoo designs?’

‘I did. And I thought I’d pick one of your designs. I-if that's ok?’

‘Of course. I’m flattered. Follow me.’

He leads her up the stairs into a private room. A large leather reclining chair takes up most of the centre of the room, set up next to Kevir’s workstation. On the left-hand wall a black leather sofa is set up in front of a long, narrow coffee table, bare except for a heavy folder.

Peeking at the walls, she sees countless upon countless of designs, some black and white, other full colours. All of them more magnificent than the next.

Autumn looks about in awe, Kevir watching her with light amusement.

‘You see anything you like, let me know.’

She nods, her eyes still taking in her breathtaking surroundings. Eventually she settles down on the sofa, flicking through his partfolio. She finds each and every one wonderful in its own way but one above all others draws her in. An open pocketwatch swinging on its chain, wrapped around by roses and thorns stems, a few butterflies taking flight away. It is nothing short of perfection.

‘See something you like?’

She jumps, not realising Kevir is leaning on the back of the sofa to her side, peering down over her shoulder.

‘A nice choice. Also none of my other customers have chosen it, so it’ll be unique. Now, where would you like it?’

Autumn pats the upper half of her left arm. ‘Here…’ Then realisation dawns. Her chosen outfit, though lovely in appearance just had one problem--wherever she chose to have a tattoo, something had to be taken off.

‘Alright, I’ll get the ink and stencil ready. Just sit on the chair when you’re ready.’

‘R-right.’

Autumn walks over to the chair, hitching herself up on it, wondering if she should take her shirt off now or wait until prompted.Her heart thuds in her chest as she considers it. No one, not ever, has seen her in her underwear before.

She decides to do it as she waits, now Kevir’s back is turned to her. She pulls the bow around her collar loose, then undoes the buttons on by one, letting it slide off her shoulders and pool around her waist.

Kevir turns on the chair to face her. ‘Ok are you--’

His words stop as he looks at her, his eyes dropping from her face down to her torso. She feels suddenly very embarrassed and has to stop herself from wrapping her arms around herself. Kevir quickly regains his composure, pushing a cushioned stand for her to rest her arm on as he gets to work.

He presses the stencil to her arm, gets her to check the size and placement. After a few minor adjustments, he pulls out the needle, and her courage seems to fail her. Her breath becomes heavy and laboured, unable to take her eyes off the implement in his hand.

‘All those are going into my arm?’

‘Are you having second thoughts?’

‘N-no.’

‘Are you sure? Once I start I can’t stop unless you want an incomplete tattoo on your arm.’

‘No, it’s fine. Go ahead.’

Four hours and many shed tears later, Autumn now has a fresh and wrapped tattoo on her arm.

‘I’m sorry for crying. That was embarrassing.’

‘It’s alright. I know it’s a scary and painful thing. A lot of first timers cry.’ He gently wipes away her residual tears away, his fingers lingering on her skin. ‘I’ve had big, burly grown men cry harder than you.’

She laughs softly through her sniffles. ‘Thank you.’

‘Take it easy for the rest of the day, Autumn. Wash it in two hours time, then wash it and pat dry twice a day.’ He hands her a small, white tub. ‘Apply that after you’ve washed it.’

‘Ok, thank you.’ With some difficulty due to her sore and quite tightly wrapped arm she begins to pull her shirt back on.

‘Here, let me help you.’ Amusement tugs at the corner of his lips. He pulls the shirt up onto her shoulders, fingers tracing every so slightly across her collarbone as he fastens the top button.

‘Oh you don’t have to…’ she trails off when his fingers brush against her skin, stealing the breath from her lungs.

Then it is over all too quickly, Kevir cleaning his tattoo gun as though he hadn't fastened her shirt. She lingers awkwardly for a moment before she slides off the chair.

‘I’ll see you out.’

He takes both of her hands in his once they are outside, taking a moment to stare in her eyes before he leans in to kiss her cheek. Autumn frees one of her hands from his and places it on the side of his face, pulling him in for a kiss on the lips. They remain interlinked there, arms wrapping around each other as their lips lock together.

Once they part, they are breathless and she feels dizzy. Her eyes remain closed for a few seconds after, savouring the lingering feeling of his lips on hers.

When she opens her eyes, she meets Kevir’s, dark and alluring as a moonless night.

‘Your eyes are beautiful,’ she breathes.

‘Not as beautiful as yours. See you tomorrow?’ he asks hopefully.

She nods, beaming. ‘See you tomorrow.’

#Autumn Darcelle #Kevir Pride #tattoo/florist AU #my writing

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mattzerella-sticks · 6 years ago

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Fifty Cents (a Dean/Cas fic for the holidays, 2.8 k)

With Christmas just around the corner, Dean has to do some serious grocery shopping - enough to feed an army. Literally. And a few extra guests. He takes Jack and Cas with him to the grocery store. But will they be bringing home only food? Or is there more to find? The smallest of things can be the most thoughtful presents, given the right meaning and intention.

Dean might have to find a new source of income. Fake credit cards and hustling pool won’t cut it anymore, now that the Bunker reached maximum capacity. It didn’t matter most of the time, no one staying for longer than necessary before hitting the roads on their next hunt. Except Sam, the generous leader he was, decided to introduce Christmas break to the hunting community. And with Jody and Donna bringing the girls down to Lebanon as well, they needed to re-stock their kitchen.

Coupons eased some of his worry, but he couldn’t do the shopping alone. On his way out, he grabbed Cas and Jack. “But we still need to decorate the tree!” Sam called to him.

Dean yelled back, “And we need food, which is more important?” When his brother didn’t answer, he knew the fight was won. “That’s what I thought, Paul Bunyan.”

Although the help he brought wasn’t much of any.

Jack had never been in a supermarket until then. “I didn’t require food before, and now that I do you always handled buying it.” The first few times he made them wait was cute, slack-jawed in awe over all the different options decorating the aisles. But then Dean realized they’d been there an hour, and still nowhere closer to finishing.

And Cas… “Dean, I think we can do better than these. I heard gluten-free buns are much healthier, even if they are a tad more expensive.”

‘Someone’s been spending too much time with Sam…’ “Cas, like I said we don’t need them. Our coupon only works for white bread and rye.”

“But still –“

“Look,” he stopped their carts, “As sweet as I think this is – you looking out for me – it doesn’t matter? It’s not like food will kill me… you made sure of that.”

“I regret telling you about my maintenance of your circulatory system.”

Dean grins, kissing his cheek. “You just want to keep me safe any way you can, you big ol’ sap.” He blushes immediately after, still not used to such brazen displays of public affection.

He and Cas have been learning a new dance since they’ve come together. Dean, reliant on the old routine they’ve managed for years, still fumbled with each step. Every time Cas would slip his hand into his, or their feet hooked together under a table, Dean would fight every instinct that told him to pull away. He’s lost more times than he’s won, but the numbers are slowly growing in their favor. ‘For Cas, I’d keep at it, even if it takes me years…’

Cas smiles back at him, tapping at his hand still on the grocery cart. “Okay,” he says, “Then let’s say we check out, then. I’m sure we have enough food.” He wiggles his full cart, looking at the stuffed contents in Dean’s.

“…Yeah.” They call Jack over from where he’s been lingering in the candy aisle. Jack carries an assortment of treats in his arms, and the puppy dog eyes Sam showed him at full blast. Dean sighs, “No, you can’t have all of those.”

“But look!” he says, “They’re all Christmas themed! There’s some gingerbread cookies, peppermint colored popcorn, dark chocolate filled with nougat, peppermint and marshmallow-stuffed bites, peppermint –“

“Don’t people know there’s more to Christmas than peppermint?” Dean rolls his eyes, “Look, you can get one – and you have to put all the rest back while me and Cas go to the register.”

Jack considers his load, thinking carefully. He chooses, dropping it in Dean’s cart. “This girl was telling me about these. They’re called a ‘Dark Chocolate Orange’ – and are supposed to be delicious?” He squints then, glancing backwards, “Although, she did get rather emotional when describing them…”

Dean snaps him back into focus. “Well, all right, when you’re done go wait outside by the doors.” Jack scurries back to the aisle, disappearing. He turns to Cas. “I thought he was going with the nougat.”

“Surprises abound so close to Christmas. Come on… I think register 3 is the shortest.” They get in line, Dean before Cas, waiting while the woman in front finishes unloading her cart before moving forward.

There’re no problems when Dean reaches the register. The cashier glances at the conveyer, eyes widening at the size of his purchase. “Yeah,” Dean chuckles, “Got a lot of family coming ‘round for the holidays…”

“I hope they brought their appetites,” she says, scanning the first few items. Dean jokes along with her until the very end, easing her into a good mood before he springs his coupon booklet on her. She takes them all. “Have a happy holidays!”

“You too!” He looks to Cas, “I’ll be with Jack, so –“

“Go,” Cas tells him, “I have to push my cart up.” Dean does so, gaze never leaving Cas’s until he’s outside.

Jack wasn’t by the doors. Instead, he was a few feet away, examining two rows of four machines. They were each half-filled, cardboard fliers taped onto their fronts. He’s toying with the flaps on the bottom, spinning the dial with his other hand.

“Jack?” Dean asks, “What’re you doing?”

“Looking for my prize. I spun the dial?”

Dean feels his soul trying to escape, but by pinching his brows he manages to keep it tethered. “Jack… did you put in any money?”

“No… why?”

“Seriously?” Dean clears his throat, “Jack, you have to give the thing money, and then it’ll spit out its junk.”

“Junk?”

“Y’know,” he waves a hand over it all, “All the stuff that pops out of here? Junk.”

“Then why would they sell it if it was junk?”

“Because kids can be annoyingly persistent when they want things, and parents are willing to spend… what is it? Fifty cents to shut them up.”

“…Do you have fifty cents, Dean?”

“What? No, you’re not getting anything.”

“But Dean –“

“No, and that’s final.”

“What’s final?” Cas steps onto the scene, cart filled with the collapsible bags Sam foisted on them years ago. Dean still opts for plastic, just to piss him off and to keep their little baggie collection in stock.

Jack pleads his case with Cas. “Dean won’t let me get one of these pieces of junk!”

Cas raises a brow. “Jack… if it’s junk… why would you want it?”

He shrugs. “People buy junk they don’t want all the time. Dean said so –“

“That’s different!” Dean, indignant, stomps his foot, “That was when we were passing a garage sale. This isn’t that.”

Cas sighs, scrubbing a hand across his eyes. “Jack, why don’t you take Dean’s cart and go unload it into Baby. I’ll speak with Dean about these… trinkets.”

Jack beams, snatching the keys from Dean. “Thank you, dad.” He leaves them, with Dean mocking him, parroting his words in a higher pitch.

He turns to Cas. “We aren’t letting him have any of these. He’ll get bored with it or lose it – and Baby already has enough toys jammed into her.” Cas walks past him over to the machines, ignoring him. “Cas?”

“Can you explain these to me?” he asks, “I’m still not quite sure what Jack is asking for.”

Dean inches closer, pressing up against Cas’s back, reaching a hand out to gesture. “So these are like mini vending machines, except instead of snacks and drinks it dumps out these little, useless items. Like a fake tattoo, tiny figurines, sticky hands –“

“And jewelry?”

“Yeah… fake, tinny, plastic-y jewelry.” He peeks out from the corner of his eyes, taking in Cas’s features. His brows are drawn in, and mouth pulled down at the side. From the angel of his head, Dean can tell Cas tilts it. ‘All signs that he’s thinking…’ “You can’t be seriously considering letting Jack buy these?”

“Well how much is it?”

“Fifty cents –“

“That’s all? Dean, we have fifty cents. It wouldn’t be too much out of our budget.”

“But it’s the principle of the thing! If I tell him one thing, and you another – then he’s just gonna keep coming to you!”

“Dean, you’re overreacting,” Cas tells him, “besides… I didn’t say I’d be buying anything for Jack…”

“…You want one?”

“Why not? It’s my fifty cents.”

“But you can use it for… literally anything else!”

“I don’t know… that little ring there looks nice.” He points to a picture of it printed on the cardboard sign. “I might get that.”

“Cas, you don’t get to pick and choose what you get,” he says, all the while Cas digs two quarters out from his pockets. Dean watches Cas drag them closer to the slot. “I have tons of rings at home! I don’t really wear them anymore but I’m sure one can fit you.”

It’s too late. Cas slips one in, and then the other. Twisting the knob, they wait for the plop of the little egg container. He reaches inside, pulling it out. His fist stays closed, neither wishing to look at what they got yet.

“Well,” Dean says, staring at Cas’s hand, “I hope you’re happy.”

“Not yet… we still don’t know if it’s a ring or not.”

“You seriously think you’re going to get a ring?”

“I think so… do you not?”

“These bad boys are like slot machines – designed to rip you off.”

“Well if you’re that sure of yourself… would you care to make a wager?”

Dean shouldn’t rise to the bait. ‘This is a definite trap.’ But Cas looks at him with that special gleam in his eye, the one sparkle that holds all his little secrets. ‘As if he knows something I don’t.’ He’s always hated it, shining like a jewel hidden behind layers and locks he doesn’t have the time or the keys to go about freeing. Even though it tempts and sings to him. He always needed to rely on Cas dragging it to the surface and showing him. Never being able to do so without his help.

Today is no different.

“Fine,” Dean huffs, crossing his arms, “If it’s not a ring… you have to go with Sam to that True Crime lecture weekend he’s been bugging us about all month.”

“Okay.”

There’s a long pause after that. “Well?” he asks.

“Well what?”

“What if it is a ring?”

Cas hums, finally giving his hand attention. “I guess we’ll just have to see.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “No, I mean what do you want –“

It’s no matter. Cas opens his hand, exposing the packaged good. He pops it open, freeing its contents. Dean wants to curse, rub his eyes, and even stick another fifty cents in and try his luck. Because he cannot believe what they’re staring at: a cheap, metal ring with a plastic blue stone. “Son of a…”

“I do believe I win, Dean.”

‘Of course… he must have cheated somehow.’ Dean, still, honors his word. “All right,” he says, “What d’ya got? Give Jack the talk? No hunts for a month? Bottom the next three times we have sex? Because that’s not really a punishment for me…”

“Marry me.”

Dean’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. “W-what?” His ears ring, like bells clanging around in his head. Heart beating like a war drum in his chest, Dean draws in a shaky breath. He nearly faints, legs melting into jelly. “Did you just –“?

“I did,” Cas says, “I can say it again if you –“

“No, no I heard you the first time. It’s… do you really…”

“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t, Dean.”

‘That’s true. You’re never known to beat around the bush… well –‘ “I… wow.” There’s a lot for Dean to process. His mind whirs and whistles like Sam’s laptop after a not-so-safe visit to some of his favorite websites. It even slips into a blue-screen-like state for a few seconds, screeching to come up with an answer. He can’t. “We – we haven’t been dating for very long.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Cas says, reaching out for Dean’s hand. It’s limp in his grip, stunned from the shock. “Dean, I have loved you for far longer. The only benefit to our new status is that I can act on my feelings. Just like you do with yours?”

He assures Cas, “Of course. I love you, too… for so long –“

“Then why don’t we?” Cas asks, “I mean… I know it won’t be fairly legal, you being dead and I not having a shred of credible identity. But I want you to know that I’m committed to you… to us.”

“I never doubted that, Cas…” Dean bites at his lip, fighting a smile. “You really wanna get married?”

Cas shakes the ring around. “I think my gesture speaks for itself…”

Dean knows he’s cherry cheeked, even though he willed it not to happen. Cas’s gesture was like a dip, and now Dean is scrambling for purchase on his shoulders, either holding on or falling on his ass. ‘I never thought about it really…’ It did cross his mind, from time to time. Although in the context of normality – getting away from hunting and settling down. He knew Cas was it for him, though, as was the hunting lifestyle. Being a part of it, he never thought they could fit anything else normal into their lives besides what they have now. ‘But really, isn’t normal what we make for ourselves? Jesse and Cesar did it…’

He doesn’t know why he needed all this time to think.

Cas shifts on his feet. “If… if you don’t think we are quite ready for this I – I can understand. And I won’t take your ‘no’ as a commentary on our relationship –“

“Y’know, Cas?” Dean cuts him off, “For future reference? Outside a grocery store is like, near the top of the list on worst places for grand romantic gestures…”

They share a short laugh. Cas peeks from under his eyelashes. “So…?”

“Yes,” Dean tells him, “Yes I want to marry you. I want to have the chick flick ceremony, I want to carry you over the threshold – hell, I even want to introduce you as my husband wherever we go.” He squeezes Cas’s hand. “I want to do everything and more with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Eternity, Dean,” Cas says, drawing him in closer, “That’s how long.” They kiss, Dean laying his other hand on Cas’s cheek, brushing his thumb against the stubble. It’s one of the best kisses they’ve shared – the warm fire spreading between them soothing the frosty chill in the air. Dean pulls away, gasping.

“Wow.”

“I know.” Cas untangles their fingers, going for the ring. He removes it from its case, grabbing Dean’s hand to slip it on.

‘It’s… it’s… it’s crap.’ The ring is a little tight, and he knows it’ll leave a green stain once – ‘if’ – he gets it off. But he can’t stop smiling, his face straining for holding his muscles like that for too long. The metal can’t be any better than wire, and the stone is probably a giant sequin. ‘Probably the most beautiful thing I’ve seen though – well… second beautiful…’ Dean looks up at Cas. “You know… this totally blows my present to you out of the water.”

“You already gave me the best gift I could ever ask for, though.”

“…You really wanted a robe and slippers? I can’t believe you sneaked –“

“What? No, Dean. Your answer – your yes – that’s what I was talking about.”

“Oh… Cas you big romantic idiot.” Dean drags him into another heated kiss, both hands around his face. It’s too much for a grocery store; really, as they hold so tightly onto one another they could fuse into a single being. Anyone could walk by, and even the spirit of Christmas couldn’t keep them safe if the wrong person were to see them. And in the Midwest, the odds weren’t in their favor.

Dean, again needing to breath, breaks the kiss. They rest their foreheads against each other, absorbed in each other’s orbits.

That’s when Jack comes back. “Hey!” he says, interrupting their moment. Dean and Cas jump apart, rounding on the other boy. Jack barely pays them any mind, too intent on staring at Dean’s hand. “Why come he gets to have one and I don’t?”

Dean almost collapses from that. Cas chuckles, drawing Dean back into his embrace. “What do you say, Dean? Marry me… and let Jack get a toy from these little machines? I mean… it is only fifty cents.”

“I don’t know… that might be too much.” He doesn’t drag it out for long. Dean rolls his eyes, “Go wild, kid. But only one.” Jack pumps his fist, rushing over while Cas snags his cart back. “We should get these packed in. I want to get home and celebrate.”

“As do I…” They’re walking back to Baby, Cas pushing the cart with Dean by his side. A few feet away from their ride, he stops. “Dean?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you seriously get me a robe and slippers?”

Dean can’t meet Cas’s gaze. “…I’m not the best gift giver, Cas. Remember what I got you for your first birthday?”

“Ah yes, who could forget – a tie…” Then, Cas shoots Dean a dirty smirk. “Although, if I remember correctly. You more than made up for it once we made it back behind closed doors. The tie came in pretty handy then…”

“…Shut up and start hauling.”

#Supernatural #Spn #Spn fanfic #Supernatural fanfiction #Spn fanfiction #Dean Winchester #Castiel #Jack Kline #Destiel #Destiel fanfiction #Destiel Holiday fanfic

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hxseok-honee · 6 years ago

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The Front Door | college roommate!hoseok

I’m just going to leave this here... I was in the mood to write some soft hobi content I couldn’t stop myself. Pls enjoy :)

She couldn’t remember the last time she had slept at a normal, human time. Unsurprisingly, she also couldn’t remember the last real meal she’d consumed. It didn’t matter really, she just needed to make sure her final went well. There were just a little over two days before her exam, but she still felt completely lost.

You would think going to every lecture and doing all the homework should be enough… Fuck, where have I seen that formula before? Do I need that??

Letting her head fall heavily against the wood of the kitchen table, she failed to hear the familiar creak of his bedroom door opening as he rushed to put his shoes on and head to class. He was running late - a rarity for him - and he had forgotten to send the notes from yesterday’s TA session to his lab partner, so he was trying in vain to get them to load on his phone as he stumbled over to the front door.

Hoseok barely took notice of her slumped form as he tripped over his own feet to get to the door, but he realized the feeling was drastically more depressing in her little corner of the room. Taking a second look at her as he yanked his coat and hat on, he wondered if she was finally sleeping or if she was just moping in the standard finals-week style. Glancing down at his phone and celebrating internally when his file registered as having been sent, he paused once more at the door to rip open his bag and pull out the granola bar and banana he always kept stocked.

“Yo, sleepy head.” She lifted her head just enough to rest her chin on the table, gazing sadly at him. He rolled his eyes at her expression, winding his arm back. “Catch.” She had barely enough time to scream and fling her body back into her chair to avoid getting pelted with the snacks. Looking back at him as he was opening the door, their eyes met one last time.

“I thought these were your snacks for dance practice?” He just chuckled as he started swinging the door closed behind him.

“You need them more than I do right now. See you tonight!” And with that, she was left in silence as she gazed at the door he always neglected to lock after he left.

It’s a shock we haven’t gotten robbed yet.

Looking down at his phone, he sighed as the screen glared back at him in the dark, reading a little past 8pm. It had been a long and stressful day, filled with more mishaps and setbacks than his days usually brought. Still mulling over the scolding he had gotten for being late to work even though he had tried to explain that his professor had kept class in session past the end time, his feet led him past the small Chinese restaurant that was wedged between his favorite coffee shop and his roommate’s favorite bookstore.

Pausing in front of the door, he considered walking in. The sign said they were open until 9, and he couldn’t remember if they had any groceries at home that didn’t consist of instant ramen and untouched apples.

No, I shouldn’t. She’s going to be so upset that I’m spending money after I told her I was trying to save for Christmas gifts for the boys.

As if summoned by his mere thoughts, his phone dinged loudly in the quiet street with a message from the dance crew group chat. Eyes skimming over the message asking him to have the rest of the choreography planned by the end of the week, he sighed loudly. His breath lingered in the cold December air as he shoved his phone into his coat pocket. Reaching forward and pushing the door to the small, dimly lit restaurant, he decided that for tonight, at the very least, he would let himself splurge a bit.

After he placed the rather large order at the counter and gave his phone number for them to call when the food was ready, he wandered next door to the coffee shop and got his usual drink- the cheapest thing on the menu. It wasn’t the best, but it did the trick. The seating area was nice, too. If the days weren’t so cold, he would make the trip here more often. He considered bringing her tomorrow to give her an environment change and some inspiration. Smiling to himself into the lid of the cup, he wandered over to the tiny bookstore to kill some more time.

It didn’t take him long to realize he wanted to buy everything in the store. Not for him; he wasn’t patient enough to be satisfied reading books. He blamed his dancer’s body for that. No, he wanted to buy them all for her. She had been so stressed lately, he could tell she missed the simple pleasures of sitting by the window and reading until she couldn’t see the page anymore.

I mean, Christmas is around the corner… Maybe just one? She can’t get mad if it’s a gift, right?

As it turns out, it wasn’t just one. By the time the restaurant called him, he had finished his coffee and held four large books in his arms, along with one of those reusable eco-friendly tote bags that had cheesy sayings on them. He was waiting as the clerk rang up his items, drumming his fingers on the counter as he let his eyes wander over the little trinkets systematically placed to be picked up at the last moment. Even knowing he was falling for those tricks, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning down quickly and snatching up a bookmark and a keychain with a cute cartoon character on it. Handing the items over with a sheepish smile at the smirking employee, he was in the process of pulling out his card when the clerk spoke, humor evident in her voice.

“Your girlfriend is going to love all of these impulse buys.” The debit card slipped from between his fingers, falling to the counter with a noise that echoed loudly in his ringing ears.

Girlfriend?

Blinking quickly and attempting to mask the shock on his face, he cleared his throat and picked up the card, handing it over to her as smoothly as possible.

“Haha, yeah. She’s going to kill me for spending so much money, but it’s almost Christmas, so…” He trailed off with a light chuckle, retrieving his card and the bag from the girl, shoving everything into his backpack as he smiled half-heartedly at her and wished her a happy holiday on his way out.

It was only when he had stepped into the restaurant to pick up his food as the clock read 8:45 that he realized the words that had come out of his mouth in the bookstore just then. He let out what she would describe as a ‘typical Hobi screech’, frightening the old man waiting for him at the counter. Covering his mouth quickly, he apologized to the man and paid for his food, trudging out into the street anxiously as he replayed his words over and over again in his head until he felt like the world would end.

Glaring down at her notes as she had been doing all day, she decided as the clock neared 8:30 that she was going to do what all college students do eventually and accept her fated failure with open arms. After slamming her books closed and contemplating throwing them out the window, she stomped to her room and flung herself onto her bed. Rolling over to stare at the ceiling, she wondered in passing where Hoseok was. He usually arrived home later than most given his work and dance schedules, but he was almost always walking in the door at 8:15 to nag her about tidying her shoes at the door and making food that wouldn’t kill her before the age of 25.

Shivering slightly at the draft that lingered in the air from the unbearably cold weather, she wrapped herself up in her blankets and reached for her phone, staring at the picture of her and Hoseok on her lock screen. Shaking her head at the thoughts of him that made her heart flutter, she unlocked her phone and considered texting him to see if he was alright before deciding against it and opening up Twitter.

She only managed to scroll for a couple minutes before her mind started drifting back to her roommate. She thought that after being his roommate for the three years they had been in college that she would have found all his flaws and expelled all these annoying feelings she got when she thought of him for too long.

She had, indeed, found his flaws. The way he would beg her for the answers to their homework when he had forgotten, yet again, to do it himself. The annoying smirk that would grace his features when he knew he had won one of their petty disagreements about the most unimportant shit. His habit of bursting into her room on the weekends when she had slept in too late, screeching his head off about how lonely he was. His inability to lock the fucking door on his way out. And yet..

Shaking her head violently so she wouldn’t allow herself to think about how cute he was even at those times, she almost missed the front door opening, followed by the usual muffled announcement of his presence. Rolling out of bed, she patted her hair down as she wandered into the hallway.

“Hobi?” She could hear his chuckle.

“No, the apartment robber.” She scoffed at his response as he came into full view.

“Yeah, well, with the way you leave the place unlocked all the time I wouldn’t be surprised- what’s that?” Letting her socked feet carry her to the kitchen, she stared questioningly at the bag he had placed on the counter. He shook his head at her, pinching her cheek as he passed her on his way to put his bag in his room and, more importantly, hide his bookstore purchases from her.

“What the fuck do you think it is, genius? I hope you haven’t eaten yet, I think I ordered enough to feed seven people.” Rubbing her face where he had attacked her, she leaned forward and stuck her head in the bag. Feeling her stomach react immediately to the sights and smells, she pulled the food out and turned to grab plates, only to find him standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he stared at her.

Ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat, she tilted her head to the side and smiled at him. It was him, this time, that tried to calm his erratic heart. So he did what he did best; stretching his face into a smile that she only ever described as being as bright as the sun, he screeched his loudest ‘Hobi screech’ as he leaned forward and captured her face in his hands, still cold from being outside.

Allowing herself to be yanked into his embrace, she only winced slightly at the pitch of his scream, choosing to focus instead on the steady heartbeat coming from the spot where her ear met his chest. They stayed like that while Hoseok asked her how her studying went, while she answered that she had given up and accepted her fate. They stayed like that while he ran his fingers through her hair and told her he was just glad she was finally giving herself some time to take a break. They stayed like that when they no longer had words and she was just leaning into him, listening to the heartbeat of the boy she loved, when he threaded his fingers through her hair and wished silently for this to continue for the rest of his life.

It was only the sound of her stomach betraying her once again that prompted him to laugh loudly and grip her shoulders, pushing her back just enough to look at her embarrassed face. Pinching her cheek once more, he released her, trying to ignore the way his heart sank as he did so while she tried to clear her mind of any thoughts that wished for the situation to occur again.

They ate dinner in front of the TV, arguing over what to watch until they were forced to put on Train to Busan again and leave the remote across the room so neither of them would be tempted. Gradually and without them realizing, they had done what they always did and drifted together until they were curled up on the couch watching the zombies eat everything on the train. She sighed at the familiar scene before her.

“I just have a hard time believing-” she was cut off by the sound of his groan as his head flopped back against the cushions. She stared up at him as he spoke in that position, watching his Adam’s Apple bob up and down as he responded.

“I swear if you say one more time that you can’t believe that they managed to get up onto the storage shelves without any zombies hearing them, I’m throwing this TV out the window.” She was on the verge of arguing with him yet again when he decided now would be the best time he could possibly think of to lift his head and look at her, not knowing how close they really were.

Her words lodged themselves in her throat at his nose brushed hers. He seemed to be equally as stunned based on the way his eyes grew to twice their original size almost immediately. Neither of them allowed any breath to pass between them, and she decided maybe if she kept talking they could diffuse the situation and return to normal. Her voice came out in a whisper, cracking in a way that made her want to crawl into a hole and never emerge again, but she pushed forward.

“I’m just saying that-” But yet again she found herself being cut off by him, although she can say for certain that this had never happened before.

It was when she started speaking again that he lost his mind. How she could just attempt to pretend they weren’t in a precarious situation to begin with, he would never know. He didn’t really care. All he knew is that his mind had gone completely blank when her voice had cracked, his body propelling itself forward without his permission.

When his lips landed on hers, she honestly believed the earth had stopped moving. Even he would say later that he thought the universe was breaking when he had first kissed her. But in that moment, all she could do was blink once, twice, before she pulled back quickly, her breath still not returning to her. At least he looked equally as shocked as she did.

When his eyes met hers, all he had time to think was, well, shit, before he tore his eyes from hers, trying to come up with any possible excuse. While he thought frantically in the piercing silence, she was staring at him, unable to do anything except wonder why she hadn’t kissed back. Why she still hadn’t.

He had just decided on the half-assed excuse that it had been some sort of accident when he felt her arms go around his neck, and he barely had time to inhale sharply before she had leaned forward and captured his lips in her own.

That was the second time he lost his mind that night. Reacting immediately, he pulled her close enough to make her feel like she might actually end up melded to him. They stayed like that for several minutes, high on each other, until they felt almost simultaneously that they might die of oxygen deprivation if they didn’t stop.

Hoseok pulled away slowly, keeping his face close to hers as she leaned forward and put her face in the curve of his neck, placing a light kiss on his collarbone as her body folded into his. Reaching up to put his hand in her hair again, running his fingers through the strands that had become familiar to him today, he tried to stop the huge grin from spreading across his face, but he could feel her grinning too so he didn’t try too hard. He was gathering the courage to ask her to finally be his when he felt her sit up abruptly, breaking his focus. She stared into his soul until he was dying to hear what she had to say. When she opened her mouth, he found himself leaning forward so as not to miss anything, feeling how important this was going to be.

“... Did you lock the front door?”

#bts imagine #bts jhope #jung hoseok #bts hoseok #bts hobi #jhope x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope fluff

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osakaso5 · 7 years ago

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Yamato Nikaido 12 SONGS GIFT Rabbit Chat Part 3: Tell Us, All Stars! 1

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Mitsuki: Yamato-san, happy birthday!

Iori: Nikaido-san, happy birthday.

Nagi: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Tamaki: Yama-san, hbd!!!

Momo: (* ’ U ^)ノ+。*∞ Happy Birth Day ∞*。+\(^ U ’ *)

Tenn: Happy birthday, Yamato Nikaido.

Ryunosuke: Yamato-kun, happy birthday! You'll be older than Gaku until August!

Riku: Yamato-san, happy birthday!!

Gaku: Nikaido, happy birthday. Let's keep on trucking!

Banri: Happy birthday, Yamato-kun. We'll hold a party for you after the "12 SONGS GIFT" solo live, like we did with Iori-kun.

Sogo: Happy birthday, Yamato-san. I'm glad I get to celebrate your birthday as a thanks for all you've done to help me.

Rinto: Thank you for the invitation. Happy birthday.

Kaoru: Happy birthday. Thank you for getting along with TRIGGER, as usual.

Yuki: Congrats, Yamato-kun.

Yamato: This means a lot. Thank you.

Tsumugi: Thank you, everyone!

Riku: Yamato-san's birthday is on Valentine’s Day!

Iori: We all know that, Nanase-san.

Gaku: We know, Nanase.

Nagi: I envy you for being born on the holiday of love, Yamato. I wish you a day as happy as sweet, melty chocolate.

Yamato: Maybe it's because Valentine's Day's coming up, but people have been buying me chocolates lately. Though they're mainly joint birthday gifts that they've gotten out of obligation.

Momo: Some of them might've come from the heart!!

Yamato: You can't just buy that kind of chocolate.

Tamaki: Yama-san, you want handmade chocolate? For your birthday?

Yamato: I don't need any from you.

Yuki: Is that what you want for your birthday?

Yamato: I don't want any from you, either...

Tamaki: I never said I'd give you some.

Yuki: I never said I'd give you some ^^

Yamato: I know that!! I was just going along with your joke!!

Ryunosuke: So you want chocolate for your birthday. I haven't made any in a while, maybe I should take this chance to try it again!

Ryunosuke: Oh, it was just a joke! Sorry!

Yamato: No, Tsunashi-san... You didn't do anything wrong...

Tenn: Ryu, make some for us.

Gaku: Exactly. The cupcakes we had last night were great.

Tenn: So, what do you actually want for your birthday, Yamato Nikaido?

Mitsuki: There's a lot of us, so we won't mind if it's something expensive we can all get for you together!

Iori: Nikaido-san is an adult, so it may be better to get him one expensive item rather than many smaller and cheaper ones.

Sogo: I see. Like a car?

Yamato: Sou, you seem like you might actually get me one, so I'm gonna stop you right there.

Yuki: Would you like an apartment?

Momo: Wanna start up a new brand and open a store?

Yamato: Shut up, you celebrities. I've got enough stuff already.

Riku: Are we getting separate presents? I already bought one!

Tamaki: Ah, what did you buy? I'll tell you mine, too.

Yamato: Riku, Tama, I'm actually looking forward to your presents so could you keep them a secret until my actual birthday?

Gaku: Maybe Nikaido would rather get little presents from each of us?

Tenn: He did keep boasting about what all his fellow members got him.

Ryunosuke: He was like a dad on Father's Day, it was really nice!

Yamato: TRIGGER, you promised not to talk about that!

Banri: I know the feeling. When IDOLiSH7 got me birthday gifts, I lined them all up on my bed and really took them in.

Tamaki: I did that, too...

Sogo: So did I...

Yamato: There's a certain kind of joy to having your room full of birthday presents.

Mitsuki: Huh. In that case, we'll get you separate presents again this year!

Nagi: OK! You may look forward to it.

Tsumugi: Congratulations, Yamato-san. Since we'll be having a celebration with IDOLiSH7 on your actual birthday...

Choices/outcomes:

1. Is there anything you'd like to tell TRIGGER?

Yamato: I forgot to say this earlier, but I'm always open to getting sweets. Can you make some, Kujo and Yaotome?

2. Is there anything you'd like to tell Re:vale?

Yamato: I don't need an apartment, but they released a new cleaning robot with a floor wiping function, could I have one of those?

3. Is there anything you'd like to tell the managers?

Yamato: Thank you for all your work. Your drinking parties seem fun, so once our Tsumugi's of age, let's all go drinking together.

Yamato: I know I said a lot, but thank you for gathering together for my birthday.

Tsumugi: Now, let's move on to the question corner, as is our established tradition!

Yamato: That's the second established tradition today, huh?

Tsumugi: Yamato-san, do you have questions for the others?

Yamato: Hmm. All my questions are the type that I want to ask about in length and one-on-one.

Nagi: I know this. Yamato likes to prod.

Mitsuki: He can be like that sometimes. But we talked about being more adventurous! Forget about the formalities and ask something you normally wouldn't!

Yamato: Right... Fine. I'll give it a go!

Nagi: (≧▽≦)b OK

Tsumugi: This is getting kind of exciting! Well then, Anesagi-san is up first!

Kaoru: Fine.

Yamato: Alright. I'm going to forget the formalities and get curious here, but let me know if I'm being too personal.

Kaoru: What? I won't tell you my age.

Yamato: It's not about your age (lol) Would you rather go out on a date with me or our manager?

Kaoru: Takanashi-san.

Kaoru:

Gaku: Seriously!?

Kaoru: Yamato-kun is an idol, after all. I want to have fun with just us girls instead of having to worry about being watched on one of my rare off days.

Tsumugi: I'm so happy, Anesagi-san!

Kaoru: My, aren't you cute. Let's go shopping for cosmetics again sometime.

Yamato: I see. As you'd expect from TRIGGER's clever manager.

Tsumugi: Now, it's time for your question to Okazaki-san!

Yamato: Have you ever wanted to quit being Re:vale's manager?

Rinto: Hmm, may I answer this in a private chat?

Momo: Hey hey hey

Yuki: Hey hey hey, Okarin

Rinto: I'm kidding! Never. If anything, I'm trying to make sure they don't escape from me!

Rinto: There have been times when they've caused such troubles that I've needed stomach medicine to get through it, and wished I had a clone who could go apologize in my stead... But it's not that I want to quit!

Rinto:

Tsumugi: As expected of a veteran such as yourself! Do you have a question for Banri-san?

Yamato: It's about the thing we talked about at that drinking party

Banri: Hm? Should we talk about this in private?

Yamato: No (lol) You always let me choose the snacks, but are you really fine with just anything?

Banri: I am. We've got pretty matching tastes when it comes to food. You like Japanese food, don't you?

Yamato: Ah, so that's why. So brown sugar beans, tataki kyuri (1) with plum, and chicken skin with ponzu sauce are fine by you?

Banri: Definitely, lol I can trust your random choices better than anything else.

Yamato: Good to hear. That's a relief (lol)

Momo: Screenshotted ゜+。*・。゜(゜ノД`)゜。・*。+゜

Gaku: All this food talk is making me hungry

Ryunosuke: Should I make something?

Tamaki: Same here. I want ramen

Riku: Mitsuki's not at the dorm right now, so I can make some while chatting here!

Iori: Since when are you capable of that kind of dexterity?

Tsumugi: Moving on, next up is Yuki-san!

Yuki: I like bagna càuda

Yamato: I wasn't asking about your bar snacks. You used to stay over at our house and leave with my old man early in the morning, where were you going?

Yuki: I wonder? ^^

Riku: Sea shell gathering!

Tamaki: Bamboo gathering!

Nagi: Hunting for limited edition goods.

Yuki: Close, but no cigar

Yamato: Don't try to avoid the question. The guys who came over to our place said he was spending a ton of money on you, were you involved in something shady?

Momo: Yuki??? Can we talk about this in private????

Yuki: The real answer's golfing. He bought me a set of clubs and the clothes. I almost fell on my ass when I heard how much they’d cost.

Gaku: Golf wear's expensive, isn't it. I got mad at my old man when he tried to get me into buying some.

Yuki: I think you were the one he actually wanted to go with. You should do that at some point.

Yamato: I'll think about it.

Tsumugi: Many people in the entertainment business like golf! Now, it's time for Momo-san's question!

Momo: Ask anything! (￣- +￣)

Yamato: I've asked you for advice on this before, but what do you personally do to relieve stress?

Momo: On my off days, I exercise! Also, I eat yummy food!! Laughing and taking deep breaths before bed helps you relax naturally, so I recommend that, too!

Momo: But my number one way is seeing my partner's smile! It melts away all my fatigue!

Yuki: ^^

Momo: And it's gone~! \(*´∀ `*)ノ.+゜

Nagi: How wonderful. I will also smile, so that Yamato may have a similar reaction :-)

Riku: I'll do it, too! ^^

Riku:

Yamato: And it's gone~! \(O-O--)ノ.+゜

Mitsuki: Lololololol, that emoticon's not cute at all! lol

Momo: IDOLiSH7's so cute!

Iori: Sorry to interrupt, but Nanase-san's gotten noodles all over the gas burner. May we take a short break?

Yamato: I had a feeling that'd happen.

Tsumugi: Are you alright? Is anyone hurt?

Iori: The only thing we lost was Yotsuba-san's food, so it's fine.

Tamaki:

Yamato: Since its an emergency, I guess I've got no choice but to tell you. I've stashed a cup of noodles at the back of the shelf.

Tamaki: Yama-san, I love you!!!

Tsumugi: Alright! We'll resume this talk later! I'll see you all then!

Translator’s notes..?

1) tataki kyuri is a fairly simple kind of salad, usually made up of smashed cucumber pieces and dressing

#idolish7 #yamato nikaido #12 songs gift #translation #i7 #rabbit chat

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ourmomzone-blog · 5 years ago

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When is Enough Enough When it Comes to Our Children - Birthdays and Holidays

Let's face it; our kids have it good - You can find pretty much everything you want in the world of children these days, fulfilling any dream they, or you, have ever had. Assuming you have the money, you can buy scaled-down versions of your clothes, brightly coloured techno-gadgets and even child sized, off-road cars and BMX bikes. There are those who don't have the cash, but don't hold back when it comes to their children. They max out the credit cards and don't worry about it until the New Year. However, when jobs are uncertain, the only practical thing to do is to make changes in how we spend. Out go the social lunches, the take-away cappuccinos and the personal trainer. It would be sensible to extend these cutbacks to our children and teach them a little about fiscal responsibility, but it's not as easily done as said. How people feel about themselves is often tied in with how well they think they are doing at parenting. Too often, and wrongly, that means what they are able to provide materially for their children.

Recession, what recession? - Surprisingly, considering all the doom and gloom we hear, there seem to be many families, with only one working parent and two cars in the driveway, who still manage annual passes to Legoland, two holidays a year planned around what "makes the children happy" and the requisite birthday bash with entertainer and designer cake. That's not me particularly, but I overspend in other ways. I'm sure you can relate. How many times have we headed to the shops to bargain-shop for something we actually need and come back home laden down with bags of cute clothing, the kid's magazines with the crap toy taped to the front cover, or an extra pair of Ugg boots for when their completely impractical white pair gets dirty. The reason given is usually something like "I knew she would love it. I couldn't leave it there." Listen to mothers talking in the school playground and it's clear that people tend to project their own desires onto their children. I'm probably just as guilty of that as anyone else. When we can't justify buying something for ourselves, we fulfil that acquisitive temptation by buying for them instead of ourselves.

The Social Minefield of Birthday Parties - It's with a mildly sicky-stomach feeling when I find envelopes in my children's school bags, out of which pop an average of two birthday invitations a week. I have a new modus operandi; encouraging my children to go only to the parties of friends with whom they actually play, and hoping that not everyone on our own invitation list will actually accept. I have tested the waters a few times with a firm but friendly "I'm sorry, she can't make it that day, but thanks for asking." Putting it into practice is another thing entirely, as I discovered one day while watching my 5-year old son's face as his classmates excitedly leave school for the party which we declined. He is really too young to understand my economy-led pragmatism and take it on himself without regret. While discussing the birthday situation at dinner one evening, we practically fell off our chairs laughing when he announced "You know, Mum, I always like a good party." No matter how careful I have to be, it's good to be reminded that it's not all about the money. For a child, it's about feeling included, getting carried away in the euphoria of celebration and eating cake before dinner. Actually, we adults could use a little of that kind of fun too.

Gifts Galore - Let's do some figures. If you have two children in primary school, in classes of 25 - 30 children, plus a handful of close friends from birth, it makes for a huge haul of birthday gifts entering your house and a considerable amount of money leaving your wallet. I don't want to sound either miserly or ungrateful, but I no longer shop for unique gifts for each of my children's friends unless they are "best." In an effort to cope, we have capped the amount we can spend, while still trying to find something current and of quality. Books, footballs, superhero t-shirts and art materials are a parent's dream and don't languish at the back of the cupboard.

For our own children, strict measures have also been put in place. After watching a friend's child casually toss aside each birthday gift received to see what was in the next package, we returned home and took a good look at what our own children have and don't use. The economical and ecological sides of me are particularly offended by plastic and battery operated waste. Since then, we have all survived no-toy two birthdays in favour of French and tennis lessons, a tree house and a trip to Paris. I wonder whether I am so hell-bent that my kids won't be spoiled by excess, that I actually lean too far into Scrooge-dom. Kids are so savvy these days, picking up on every trend. I understand that Hollister is the new must-have clothing brand and rainbow-hued IPods are ubiquitous. But I was completely unprepared to hear that young children are asking for, and receiving, Blackberries and IPhones for their birthdays.

Pass the Parcel - Have you heard the de-cluttering expert's advice that if you have anything in your closet that you haven't worn in one year, you should get rid of it? On TV, they put the unwanted clothing in a black bin bag and that goes straight down to the charity shop. Use the same principle with the kids. If children receive gifts they do not like, consider giving them to someone else who can get joy out of owning them. Last year my son received three identical Ben10 Omnitrixes because he had an alien-themed party. I suppose I could have tried to exchange two of them at ToysRUs or put them on eBay, but in truth, I find that a time-guzzling nightmare. Just pass the parcel. It's what every sane, budget conscious parent should do. Tell me that you have never recycled a gift to someone else; you'll win my raised eyebrow.

Searching around in the dark for solutions, we sometimes hit on a winner of an idea. We introduced ourselves to the pastor of a local church and joined him and some of his congregation on Christmas Eve wrap up boxes of food and presents from Santa for distribution to low income families. We brought the children so that they could understand how and why our own contribution would help others. I'm pleased to say that the older one "got it" and there were a lot of relevant questions; for a few weeks anyway. However, now when I have to talk to her about sharing, she reminds me of the time she played Secret Santa with her extra toys and games. I can't argue with that.

Note to Self: Don't expect adult reasoning from children. This reminds me of a birthday invitation my daughter received from the manager of our hotel while we were in Bermuda for an extended period of time. Her six year old asked that she receive donations to a hospital children's ward in lieu of presents. Wow! She was sensitive to the concept of charity, no doubt, because she is in a wheelchair herself. It didn't make much impression on our then 3 ½ year old, but I wonder if we could persuade her to do the same for her birthday next month. I could probably get away with it if I applied enough pressure, as she is a sensitive and caring child, but the gesture would really be a product of my adult value system, not hers. My nearly "double-digits" daughter is still innocently starry-eyed about the mystery of what she will receive from her best friends this year. I have no business messing with that.

Hurry Up and Wait - It's never too early for children to be introduced to the concept of giving, but my experience has been that they have a completely different idea than adults about what constitutes "enough" possessions. They aren't bothered by shelves and cupboards that bulge with puzzles, action figures, trinkets, stuffed animals, pictures, Lego pieces and thousands of felt-tip markers. It's the parents who have the agenda to 1) de-clutter, 2) guide their children to develop an understanding of value, and 3) make appropriate decisions. Either that or the parents make the decisions themselves, which influence their children's actions by example.

I am also reminded that birthdays and holidays are magical to children; days when they can be the centre of attention and have wishes come true. For me, and perhaps others, it's like a hurry up and wait scenario. I am keen to teach my children about overabundance, selflessness, budgets and sensibility, but perhaps in too much of a hurry. There are only so many years left that I will see the delight on their cake-smeared faces as they open presents and feel spoiled, for one or two days a year. I believe that they will learn when they are ready. I have to resist making everything into a learning experience and just let it be what it is.

Including Children in Financial Decision-Making is one way to teach them "value for money" principles without hitting them over the head with it. Put your heads together to decide on the size and venue of their birthday parties. Little by little, let children decide how much birthday money to put into a purchase and let them go up to the till with cash so they can see it disappear before their very eyes. Every opportunity they get to act independently feeds their confidence and empowers them to do it again. Celebrate their transaction with praise for their choices. Note their pride and happiness. At about eight years old, they can be given a reasonable budget for treats like magazines, trading cards and snacks. Within the year, they should be able to make decisions about buying birthday gifts for family and friends. They will quickly learn how to make their budget go further, by going for unbranded items or waiting to buy items on sale, just like we do.

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lickstynine · 8 years ago

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Another fucking collab--this one is gay!!!

Guess what. I collabed with @emetoandotherthings again. This one has boys being gay and boys being sick. Enjoy!

“Hey - hey!” Eden waved his handful of Euros at the bartender who was currently lining up six shot glasses while spinning a bottle of Becherovka in his hand. Eden had been trying to get served for the past ten minutes, but so far he’d been entirely ignored by all the servers. “All I bloody want is to get a drink!” Eden muttered in frustration as the tender poured another row of shots for a rowdy crowd of men clearly on a stag do.

From along the bar a young man with vibrant red hair chuckled slightly. Eden watched as he leant forwards and waved his hand minutely and almost instantly the bartender was in front of him, leaning towards him.

“Pradlo - Hammerhead, if you please,” the redhead said lazily and the bartender produced a new glass and poured it instantly, before returning to the guys taking their sixth shot.

“Hey!” Eden called out in protest. The redhead had barely moved and been served, yet he’d been standing here like a lemon for an age. Was he invisible or something? “How the hell did you manage that?”

“How did I manage what?” The young man took a drink and raised his eyebrow with a small smirk crossing his features.

“You got served!” Eden pointed to his drink with vehemence. “I’ve been standing here and I keep getting fucking ignored!”

“Well that’s easy to solve,” he answered, waving his hand once more; the bartender reappeared as though summoned by magic. “What’re you having?”

“Uh… “ Eden was taken aback by this instant response. “Two Krusovice…”

“You heard him,” he nodded at the bartender, who brought two bottles up onto the counter. “It’s who you know…” The young man commented as Eden handed across his money; Eden got the distinct sensation that he was being checked out.

“Well, thanks,” Eden said, shoving the coins he’d received into his jeans pocket.

He nodded nonchalantly. “So, where in Scotland are you from?” A slight scent similar to cinnamon drifted towards Eden. It was very subtle, but added a pleasant note to the air that matched the warm demeanor of the red-haired stranger.

“I - uh - we live in Glasgow,” Eden had started obviously, wondering how this guy could possibly know he was from Scotland.

“Did I grow a third eye? What’s thrown you off?”

“I just - most people ask where in England we’re from…” Eden admitted, taking a small sip of his beer.

The redhead smiled warmly and sipped his own drink. “Well I’m English myself, so I should hope I know better.”

“Ah, okay… “ Eden nodded, feeling slightly more at ease. “I should, um, get back… thanks.”

“Not a problem. You’re pretty cute. Where are you headed?”

“I - I… uuuh…” Eden could feel himself going red; normally Jude was the one to get hit on by other guys, he was just some skinny blonde beanpole that everyone overlooked. “I have a boyfriend!” He blurted out, then felt very stupid.

Not missing a beat, the English boy asked, “Is he hot, too?”

“I - what?” Eden thought he must’ve misheard; then he jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey Ede?” Eden spun round to see Jude standing right behind him, a slight frown across his face. “What’s taking you so long?”

“Oh - I - um, couldn’t get served and so-” Eden began to babble.

“So he is hot!” The stranger grinned and leaned around Eden to get a better view of Jude. “You were holding out on me, Blondie.” A well-manicured hand reached out to shake Jude’s. “The name’s Kit. You can call me Ruby. How’s your night going?”

“Well, it’d be better if Eden actually managed to buy us drinks!” Jude grinned, shaking Kit’s hand. “I’m Jude.”

“I can cover drinks for the night. It’s not a concern. What would you like, Jude?”

“Really?” Jude asked, being Scottish it did not come in his nature to accept freebies very readily. “What are you drinking?”

“Pradlo whiskey, but I’ll get you whatever you like. I don’t mind spending the extra cash. It’s my dad’s, and he’s a bloody wanker with plenty to spare. So it’s really not a big deal.”

“We’ve not had whiskey yet, have we Eden?” Jude nudged the blonde boy with a wry grin across his face. “We’d be up for that!”

Kit grinned. “Wonderful.” With a flick of his hand, the bartender appeared, and he ordered drinks for his newfound Scottish friends. “So, what brings you two to Prague? Anything special, or just having a bit of fun?”

“We’re on reading week from uni,” Jude answered, taking a gulp of the whiskey. “We both needed a break and Prague was a cheap flight!” Eden had gone remarkably silent as he watched his boyfriend chatting away with ease to his new friend. “What about yourself?”

“I just enjoy travelling. Every few months, or when I get bored, I make my way around Europe for the fun of it.” Kit replied, gesturing to the bartender for a refill of his drink.

“God, I wish we could afford to do that!” Jude sighed dramatically. “But lo, the salary of a teacher will never extend to that…”

Kit raised his eyebrows. “Teacher? God, I don’t know how you have the patience for that.”

“It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do,” Jude shrugged. “Just like Eden’s a through and through scientist.” Jude nudged Eden playfully. “He’s the clever one really…”

“You are?” Kit smiled at Eden. “Why so quiet? I’d like to talk to you as well.”

“I - uh…” To be entirely honest Eden didn’t really know what to say; he generally allowed Jude to steer these sort of social situations so he didn’t make a fool of himself and spend the entire time replaying it in his head.

“Eden’s shy,” Jude laughed, and Kit noticed the quick wink that Jude gave Eden.

Kit nodded and smiled warmly. “No fault in that. Doesn’t make you any less good looking.” Now it was his turn to wink at Eden.

“I’ll agree with that,” Jude said, casting a glance up and down Kit’s length.

The red-haired boy was certainly pleasant to look at. His blood-coloured locks flowed smoothly down his back, shining softly under the dim bar lights. Every time he smiled, his cinnamon eyes lit up, and a slight flush of red crossed his freckled cheeks. His well-tailored and painfully expensive clothes flattered his athletic frame, and gold jewellery accented most parts of his upper body: rings glittered on at least half his fingers, a delicate gold pendant hung around his neck, and there were nearly twenty earrings catching the light on either side of his face.

“You’re pretty nice looking yourself,” Kit remarked to Jude. “So, do you wanna threesome or do you need a few more drinks to get in the mood?”

“Well, that’s up to Eden…” Jude commented, looking across at his boyfriend, whose eyes widened instantly.

“I - oh what now?” Eden was looking from Jude to Kit like a deer caught in the headlights. “Wait, are you both serious?”

“We’re in Prague! Why not have some fun?” Jude suggested, then he caught Eden by the upper arm and drew him close to whisper in his ear. “We did speak about this, remember? If you’re not comfortable that’s okay, just say the word…”

“No, I - um, just…” Eden could feel his heart racing inside his chest already, “don’t think I ever expected it to happen…”

Kit smirked. “You probably won’t be expecting most of the things that happen tonight, but I promise you’ll enjoy them. Why don’t we get out of here, maybe grab a snack somewhere more private, give Eden a chance to relax and all?”

“I - well,” Eden felt his cheeks burn like he was under a spotlight, but he looked across at Jude and shrugged his shoulders. “Okay then.”

The redhead chuckled, seemingly entertained by Eden’s flustered demeanor. “After that, we should head back to my place. My family has a vacation home just outside of town.”

Eden slipped his hand into Jude’s, who squeezed in reassurance, so he said: “Yeah, okay then.”

Kit paid their tab and gestured for the boys to follow him out. The balmy evening air swirled around the boy’s faces as they followed this, rather intriguing, young man out into the street, bustling with other revellers - many of which were much more drunk than the three of them. The trio interwove their way along the river side, Kit taking the lead ever so slightly.

Before long, they stumbled upon a charming little restaurant. It was warm inside, but not stiflingly hot, and it smelled delicious. The host lead them to a cozy booth in the corner and handed them menus to browse. Kit scanned the list of dishes before his eyes lit up.

“Aha!” He pointed out a dish on the menu to his friends. “Smažený sýr, breaded and fried cheese. It’s excellent.”

“Oooh, that does sound wonderful,” Eden murmured, nodding as he found the dish on his menu. “I could totally go for that!”

“What were you considering ordering?” Kit asked Jude.

“Hmmmm…” Jude ranged his eyes up and down the list, “I could go for the cheese…”

“If you eat that then you’ll not be having a fun night Jude, remember?” Eden warned him.

Kit chuckled and raised his eyebrows. “Alright, something else for you, then. How about smažený vepřový řízek? That’s pork schnitzel.”

“Yeah, okay then!” Jude nodded, taking the word of his host on what he should get.

The waiter stopped by to get their orders, and Kit relayed their requests. Since the restaurant was nearly empty, it didn’t take too long for the waiter to reappear with the boys’ food.

“Have a nice meal,” he set the plates on the table and walked off.

Eden ate at an obscene rate. Even Jude was a little alarmed at how quickly he managed to inhale everything on his plate.

“Were you hungry or something?” Jude laughed, Eden’s eyes widened and he suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

“Oh… sorry,” he mumbled.

Kit chuckled. “Don’t be sorry. I’m glad you enjoy it.” He had made a hearty dent in his own meal.

“It is really really good…” Eden said, looking apologetically at Jude.

“Order as much as you like,” Kit told him, “it’s one of my favorites; I’ll probably get more myself.”

“I - um, are you sure?” Eden blinked, looking slightly alarmed.

“Positive. You’re on holiday. You’re here to enjoy yourself. Go ahead.”

“Um… okay, maybe one more!” Eden perked up slightly as he was given permission.

Kit flagged down the waiter to order seconds for himself and Eden before giving the blond boy a warm smile. “So, are you enjoying your evening?”

“I - yeah,” Eden replied, he was feeling less embarrassed as the moments went on as he grew more accustomed to Kit’s company, and his charms. “I guess it’s been unexpected, but good!”

“Wonderful. I’d hoped you would have a good time.” The red-haired young man seemed surprisingly invested in the happiness of his newfound fuckbuddies, but the sincerity of his smile made it more endearing than odd.

Jude was watching the interaction between Kit and Eden with interest, he was halfway through his pork schnitzel but half of him just wanted to grab the other two and leave right at that moment.

Kit had noticed Jude’s gaze, and he turned to smirk at the brunette boy. “Don’t climb out of your panties just yet. We’ve got all night. Relax. Eat your dinner.”

Jude flushed scarlet, but laid his cutlery down and declared: “Well it wouldn’t hurt you two to hurry up a bit!”

Just to tease Jude, Kit brought his fork to his mouth in dramatic slow motion.

“Perhaps my underwear will be staying exactly where it currently is then!” Jude said dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Jude!” Eden reprimanded, looking a little scandalized.

“Dare me to take it off under the table?” Kit’s mischievous grin showed him to be serious.

“You’d have to catch me first!”

“Is that a challenge?”

“Jude sit down, I have two more bites left then we can go and fuck alright?” Eden said this statement with an authority unexpected of from him, and Jude sank back into his chair.

Chuckling in amusement, Kit sat back in his seat, grinning and watching the boys. Eden was staring over at his boyfriend in some amusement, then he leant forwards and muttered:

“Are you so excited about getting some action that’s not from me?”

“I - what - no, I..!” Jude stammered, his face flushing pink and he grabbed Eden’s hand quickly, “I’m just excited!” He lowered his voice too and added under his breath: “And a little bit turned on…”

“Two seconds,” Eden shoved the last piece of his cheese into his mouth, chewing frantically and swallowing. “Fine - ready?”

Kit dumped an amount of money probably double the actual bill on the table and gestured for the others to follow him out of the restaurant. The trio made their way through the streets of Prague, passing many a drunken tourist in the process. As the crowd thinned out, they found themselves on the outskirts of town. Kit gestured down one of the smaller roads leading out of the city. “It’s just a few minutes this way.”

As promised, a bit down the street, an impressive house stood in an otherwise unoccupied area of land. It wasn’t quite as grand as Kit’s mansion back home, but it was still something no person of average income could dream of getting their hands on without selling a few black market organs.

“Jesus Christ man,” Jude’s eyes widened as Kit let them into the house, “how the actual fuck can you afford this place?”

“Jude!” Eden scolded, although suitably impressed at the lavishness of the interior as Kit showed them through. “That’s not very polite…”

“I’m fairly sure that ‘polite’ is not on the list for tonight’s events…” Kit laughed with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Well… unless you want to beg?”

“Um…” Eden’s face blanched as he looked between his two companions.

“Don’t stress too much. We can save that for later.” Kit winked and led the boys to a large upstairs bedroom. The bed was massive, a king sized mattress in an extravagant gold frame, covered by a deep ruby comforter and matching plush pillows. “Will this do, or would you like a different room for the night?”

“This is… amazing!” Jude had already sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his hand over the material of the bedspread. Eden stood stock still, watching Kit intently, still a little unsure about the whole situation.

“I’m glad you like it.” Kit gently took Eden’s hand, leading him closer. “Come on, I don’t bite, unless you’re into that.”

Eden blushed as red as the bedspread, but didn’t object as Kit pushed him onto the bed and started pulling his clothes off. Once the red-haired boy had Eden in his underwear, he pulled Jude over to start stripping him as well. It took a bit longer as Jude was being stripped one-handed; Kit’s other hand had taken up residence on Eden’s thigh, slowly moving upwards and inwards.

As Jude’s clothes fell onto the floor, Kit adjusted so he could grind against the brunette boy’s crotch as he took off his own clothes. His shirt and slacks were gone in a matter of seconds, revealing an intricate web of tattoos from his neck down to his thighs. An eastern dragon spiraled down his right arm and onto his hand, with a western dragon around his neck and shoulders and expanding onto his back. A brilliantly coloured phoenix took up a good portion of his chest, intertwined with vines of roses wrapping around his torso. There were beautifully rendered Kanji on his ribs, chest, and left hand, along with a date sometime in December on his left forearm and a crest on his left shoulder. His right hip and thigh were taken up by a massive sun and stars, full of colours and line work reaching from the height of his navel nearly down to his knee. Other decorations included more small suns and stars, as well as varying literary quotes. He gave an enticing smile and leaned over to grope Eden again, his hips still brushing against Jude’s. “You’ll have to excuse me for leaving my glasses on. I’m nearly blind without them.”

“Whoa…” Jude didn’t look like he’d been listening to anything Kit had just said, rather he was running his finger along the crest of the phoenix on his chest. “That’s wild!”

“Are you ready for the wildest night of your life?”

Eden wasn’t sure whose hand it was rested upon his bare chest, or whether it was an elbow or a knee that was pressing into his side. The velvety bedspread underneath him was soft and warm from the three bodies resting on it; Eden could hear a gentle huffing of someone’s breathing, but he couldn’t quite distinguish whether it was Jude or Kit. Eden closed his eyes, trying to relax his muscles into the mattress, but there was a tense ball in his stomach and he couldn’t quite figure if that was just the aftermath of the tension, anxiety and excitement he’d experienced in the space of the last hour.

Eden could feel an unusual sensation underneath him, like a strange rocking or swaying - he pressed his hand further into the bedspread, could they have been on a waterbed this whole time without him noticing? But no, the mattress was definitely firm, but he could still sense that odd movement. He opened his eyes and realised with a sudden jolt, that it wasn’t the room that was moving, it was his insides. The tight ball in his abdomen had unfurled rapidly and begun churning and flipping. Eden took a few slow deep breaths in through his nose, but the discomfort only got worse and the back of his throat felt wet and tight. He tried to lift his head, hoping to identify Jude in the entanglement of bodies, but as he raised it his stomach contracted painfully and he felt the start of a heave rolling up his chest. Eden could feel a rush of panic in his head: what did he do? How could he get out of this situation?

Unable to think of anything else to do, Eden sat bolt upright and clamped his hand across his mouth, disturbing the other two who were resting on the bed.

“Wha’?” Jude mumbled rather sleepily, lifting his head; but Eden was fighting to hold back a retch, fumbling to try and pull away from them both. He yanked his leg free from underneath Jude as his mouth filled with a vile wave of liquid, and he leant as far over the edge of the bed as he could.

“Hh’guuuuuuuuk!” A large wave of puke poured from Eden’s mouth, splashing on the edge of the bed and hitting the floor.

“Jesus Christ! Eden?” Jude exclaimed, instantly at Eden’s side and holding him from falling right over the edge of the bed. “Oh god - I’m so sorry,” Jude apologised over his shoulder to Kit.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kit mumbled, attempting to disentangle his glasses from his hair. “I drink an awful lot, it’s not the worst… ahem… worst thing that’s happened in here.” The humorous friendly tone was fading from his voice, and Kit seemed a little less focused, his hands fumbling even more and failing spectacularly to free his glasses.

“I - I don’t…” Eden stammered, panting heavily as he gripped tightly onto the edge of the bed. “Hic-kuuuuuurllll!” His chest convulsed again as he brought up even more vomit which joined the growing mess on the floor. “Oh god sorry…” He put a shaky hand to his bare stomach, burping again as strings of spit clung to his lips.

“You’re alright Eden, don’t worry,” Jude rubbed his boyfriend’s back firmly, able to feel the muscles fluttering. “I’ll clean up once you’re done.”

Kit shook his head, finally yanking his glasses free. “I can call a maid, don’t bother…” He glanced over at Eden and the mess on the floor, grimacing and looking away. “God, are… are you alright?” In all honesty, Kit didn’t sound very alright himself, but he was keeping his composure so far.

Eden shook his head, apparently this was the only movement he could make right now without vomiting again. Jude was still rubbing Eden’s back reassuringly, but he turned slightly so he could see Kit’s face more clearly - even in the poor light, Kit’s skin seemed to be much whiter than his fiery red hair.

“Are you alright?” Jude prompted.

“….I’m not sure…” He replied after a moment. “I’m starting to have my doubts…” Kit could feel his stomach doing somersaults–he knew it had to be from dinner. That would explain why Eden was sick too, seeing as none of them had had nearly enough to drink to make them ill. He swallowed down the start of a heave with a frown. “Ah, fuck me…” He grumbled, eyeing the bathroom door. He was wondering whether he could walk that far; it was questionable considering the state he was in.

“Can I help at all?” Jude offered, extending out a hand, but only being able to touch Kit’s ankle. “You really don’t look so great…:”

Kit paused a second to think. “I think there’s a bin in the bathroom… it might be wise to bring it in here.” He sighed.

Following the vague direction in which Kit had pointed, Jude left Eden clutching onto the edge of the bed and avoided the puddle of sick to cross the bedroom. The bathroom was almost bigger than Jude’s bedroom at home and he gazed in wonder at it for a few seconds before locating the bin, he grabbed it and then returned to deposit it into Kit’s lap.

“That’s the one right?” Jude asked, a bit flustered. Kit was sweating slightly and Eden was still retching harshly, unable to stop his stomach from emptying itself. “Oh god, I don’t know what to do to help…?”

“This is fine, you’re being… urgh… you’re being helpful. If you want, go… go get water… Kitchen’s… ulp… downstairs somewhere.” Kit was definitely struggling to finish his thought without being sick.

“Is it wise to leave you right now?” Jude asked, unsure of whether he should physically attend to Kit like he did with Eden.

Kit shrugged a little. “Not sure, honestly…” He was still doing his best to keep his composure, feeling obliged to take care of his guests.

Jude noted Kit’s rapid breathing, and the way that his adam’s apple was bobbing up and down in his throat, and he made his decision - he carefully placed his hand onto Kit’s back and rubbed gently in between his shoulder blades.

“Tell me if you feel uncomfortable,” Jude muttered, although considering the three of them had just had sex, it was unlikely that him rubbing Kit’s back would make him feel awkward. With his other hand Jude gripped Eden’s thin calf, as he had slid down until he was lying with his head projecting over the edge of the bed, breathing raggedly.

Kit nodded in acknowledgement of Jude’s instructions, but he had no intent of shooing the other boy away. He felt awful–he was shivering, sweating, and feeling increasingly nauseous. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he was sick, and a bit of human contact was reassuring to say the least. A sickly hiccup slipped past his lips, and he groaned in discomfort, his mouth starting to water.

“Oh god,” Jude mumbled, rubbing Kit’s back slightly harder. “Just let it out - I’m sure you’ll feel better…”

Though he wasn’t thrilled about it, Kit knew Jude was right. After a moment, he pitched forward with a heave, a half-digested mess of fried cheese and whiskey splattering into the bin. “Fucking /christ/… that’s awful…” he groaned. With the sound of someone else vomiting, Eden had suddenly began retching again, and Jude struggled to try and stretch between the two of them, offering comfort in the midst of foul smelling chaos.

“It’s all gonna be okay,” Jude intoned, half trying to convince himself of this too. “Once you’ve both got it out of your systems, you’ll be fine!”

“Jude…” Eden’s voice sounded rough and scratchy; he barely got to the end of Jude’s name before he was retching again and Jude heard the splash of something hitting the floor.

“Oh Eden…” Jude squeezed tightly at the section of Eden’s calf that he was holding onto; Kit was trembling more violently, hugging the bin close to his chest and Jude didn’t feel able to abandon him right at this moment. “I’m sorry… I love you sweetie…” It was painful for him to be split like this.

“Go take care of him…” Kit mumbled, coughing up another mouthful of sick. “I can handle myself.”

“No,” Jude said firmly, “I’m going to take care of you both.”

Jude leant over towards Eden, pulling him into a more upright position so as to assess what to do next. Meanwhile, Kit was still heaving his guts up, cursing under his breath in a myriad of languages. When the retching finally subsided for a moment, he looked back up at Jude.

“Would you mind getting that water now?” He asked hoarsely.

“Of course,” Jude practically sprang off the bed and, ignoring the fact that he was practically naked, charged down the stairs in search of the kitchen. When he located it - after having also found the drawing room, the library and a large dining room - he grabbed glasses from the drainer and filled them with water. Walking as quickly as he could without spilling them, he returned to the bedroom. “Here, are you able to hold it yourself?”

“I can try.” Kit held out a trembling hand, the other still clutching the edge of the bin. He was a sickly shade of off white, and his bangs were falling in his face, threatening to get tangled in his glasses again.

Jude reached out and gently tucked Kit’s hair behind his ears, enabling him to take a small sip of the water.

“Any better?”

Kit nodded slightly, relieved that he’d at least washed the nauseating taste out of his mouth. “Yeah, a little… God, I’m so sorry…” He turned to Eden with a guilty look at his face. “It’s my fault we ate all that… Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?”

“Nngggrrlll…” Eden didn’t seem quite up to coherent speech yet; his face was still very white and his hand was rested on his stomach.

“It’s not your fault at all!” Jude protested on Eden’s behalf. “Do you mind if we stay here until Eden’s better? And you too, of course!”

“Of course. What’s mine is your…urgh…” Kit trailed off as his stomach started turning again.

“Oh dear,” Jude rescued the glass from Kit’s hand and placed it on the bedside table. “That’s it…” Jude patted Kit’s back firmly.

Kit didn’t even bother to fight it this time. He grimaced at the smell as more cheese and whiskey spewed into the bin. His stomach gurgled in discontent and he knew he wasn’t done yet. He was regretting his whole existence at this point, but couldn’t really do anything to help his dumb ass.

“By hell am I glad I didn’t eat the cheese…!” Jude muttered under his breath, trying not to breathe in the sour smell filling the room.

Kit nodded quietly, “Yeah, that’d… that’d have been bad.” He coughed again and spit a mouthful of bile into the bin. His stomach felt empty but it still hadn’t settled. Dry heaves forced him to double over the bin again; they were much more painful than actually being sick, and he was trembling substantially more now. It was clear he really wasn’t feeling well, as he didn’t even have the energy to bitch about how shitty he felt.

“Do you think you’re empty?” Jude questioned, cringing as Kit wracked his entire body with retches.

The redhead could barely manage a faint nod between heaves. His stomach was cramping painfully, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so ill–perhaps back in his teenage years, when he couldn’t yet hold his liquor. He had assumed he was past the days of puking his guts up post-hookup next to a hot stranger.

“Eden?” Jude turned to stroke his boyfriend’s face. “How are you feeling?”

“Sore…” Eden mumbled, not opening his eyes.

“I’m going to move the bin now Kit, are you okay with that?” Jude asked.

Kit nodded vaguely, barely even registering what Jude said, but not wanting to be more of a bother. Jude removed the bin and placed it on the floor next to the bed, then he managed to maneouvre himself in between Kit and Eden on the bed.

“Right, lie back,” Jude encouraged Kit, trying to make him unfurl so he would be on his back; then he turned to Eden. “You too Ede, turn onto your back for me…”

There was a chorus of groaning as Eden and Kit nursed aching and upset stomachs as they slowly got onto their backs.

“If at any point you start to feel sick again, just tell me,” Jude said; then wriggling down a little bit himself, he put one hand onto Eden’s belly and the other onto Kit’s. Very tenderly he began to massage small circles into the flesh of their abdomens, hoping to alleviate some of the pain as he did so.

The red-haired boy blushed in surprise, but didn’t object. His stomach was still cramping painfully, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he started throwing up his intestines at this point, but Jude’s gentle touch did help a little.

“This is what my mum used to do when I was little and feeling sick,” Jude’s voice had dropped to a whisper; it seemed that he was attempting to coax both Kit and Eden into going to sleep. “Just let your shoulders relax, and your knees…”

Kit started to calm down pretty quickly. Being babied and cared for was a bit alien to him–he’d had at best apathetic nursemaids throughout his childhood, but he’d always been the type to appreciate a soft voice and a soothing touch. He actually ended up snuggling up to Jude a little as he started to doze off.

“Ssshhh…” Jude hummed reassuringly, he’d moved his hand from Kit’s stomach up to stroke at the side of his face; the whiteness of his skin seemed to make his freckles stand out even more. “Rest…”

In a matter of moments, Kit had drifted off to sleep. He seemed quite content cozied up to his new caretaker. He didn’t get to spend more than a few minutes resting, though. Despite it being god knows what in the morning, the ringer of his phone had started blaring from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothing on the ground. He sat up with a jolt, which caused his stomach to cramp and his head to spin. Laying back down with a groan, he grumbled, “Just fucking kill me….”

“Sssh… just rest,” Jude forced him back onto the bed, “I’ll find it for you.” Jude climbed over Kit and began to sift through the piles of clothes spread across the floor. Finally he located the vibrating phone and carried it back across to the bed. “It says Violet - shall I answer it and hold it up to your ear?”

“You should kill me,” Kit replied flatly, before giving a serious response. “Yes, go ahead.” He sighed.

Jude swiped the answer across the screen while clambering up onto the bed, then held it gingerly up to Kit’s ear. Though it wasn’t on speakerphone, Jude could clearly hear the other end of the conversation. An angry girl with an accent similar to Kit’s was shrieking at him through the phone.

“YOU FUCKING WANKER! YOU SWORE TO ME YOU’D BE BACK IN TOWN BY TONIGHT! I’VE BEEN SITTING ABOUT ALL EVENING WAITING FOR YOUR SORRY ARSE! WE HAVE A WEDDING IN THE MORNING! WHERE THE BLOODY FUCK ARE YOU???”

Kit grimaced at the angry screeching in his ear, instinctively recoiling away from the phone. A few inches’ distance didn’t make him any less capable of hearing Violet’s rage-fest blare through the speakers, and when she finally shut up, he managed a hoarse reply.

“Vi, I… I’m not going. I’m still in Prague. I’m ill. I’ll talk to my father about it later.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? YOU LAZY PIECE OF SHITE! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE LAZING ABOUT IN PRAGUE, HUNGOVER, WHEN WE HAVE THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE YEAR IN EIGHT FUCKING HOURS!!! I’M GOING TO CALL YOUR FATHER, AND HE’LL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A SPIKE!!”

Before Kit could even begin reply, Jude had snatched the phone away from Kit’s ear and put it up to his own.

“Excuse me,” he began, in the politest voice he could while his insides boiled with a rage for whoever this person was. “I’m not sure who you think you are, but you can’t talk to Kit like that… For your information he is ill through no fault of his own. I’ve just spent the past hour stopping him from falling in his own vomit due to a case of food poisoning, so I think he’d appreciate it if you apologised!”

“Who the fuck are you?! What kind of nerve do you have, cutting into my conversation and talking to me like that?!” Violet was /not/ happy to hear someone other than Kit on the other end of the phone, especially not someone telling her off.

“My name is Jude,” Jude replied concisely, “and it’s not a nerve, Kit is ill, as is my friend Eden, and neither of them deserve to be deprived of vital rest and recuperation by someone shouting down the phone. Now I’d advise you take a deep breath and count to ten, if you’ve not calmed down then - please hang up and phone back when you have because I don’t deserve this, let alone Kit…”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?”

“Clearly you cannot follow the simplest of instructions,” Jude sniped, “call back when you’ve learned to listen.” With a fluid motion Jude removed the phone from his ear and hung up. “I think you need to re-think your friends there Kit…”

“She’s not that bad… just… gets mad cause I’m a piece of shite,” Kit mumbled. His mood had rapidly deteriorated since he woke up, and he now seemed distinctly forlorn and miserable, rather than just tired and queasy.

“I don’t think you’re a piece of shite, not at all…” Jude’s brows were knit together on his forehead, he held out his arm towards Kit: “Come here…”

Kit flinched very briefly when Jude initially extended his hand, but once he realized it was a kind gesture, the red-haired boy relaxed a bit. He hesitantly sat up, scooting closer to Jude and leaning against him.

“You just coorie in and rest,” Jude encouraged, reaching his hand around Kit to stroke at the side of his face once again. “Sssh…”

Too ill and downcast to object, Kit simply cuddled back up against Jude, yawning and closing his eyes. His text alert was going off rapid-fire, but he was just ignoring it at this point, knowing it was a barrage of degradation and harassment from Violet.

Jude resumed his massaging of Eden’s stomach, even though his boyfriend seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep; while holding Kit tight to his chest. This certainly had been a wild night! Yes, the cheese had been bad, but the sex had been fucking amazing - and Jude wouldn’t have changed it for the world.

#emeto #emetophilia #sickfic #food poisoning #gay #idfk #i still can't fuckin tag #emetoandotherthings #jude #eden #kit

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brintylee · 8 years ago

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Being raised spoiled.

There’s an AskReddit thread about this up right now that I was reading on my way home from town, it’s funny reading about kids growing up getting brand joggers and cars just cause, and then I get flash backs to my dad telling me how spoiled I was cause he gave me money on my birthday. It’s kind of hard to figure out what ‘class’ I was raised in. This is going to be along musing about that.

When my parents were married (I think they split just before my 9th birthday?) I would say we were the quintessential middle class white suburban Australian family. Mum, dad, a boy, a girl and a cat. We lived in a 3 bedroom house, had 2 cars, my dad worked full time as a bank manager and my mum worked part time at an electronics store. Mum would be there when we got home from school. We still couldn’t afford to have Lunchables (tm) but our snacks did have vibrant packaging.

After the divorce, my mum went back to school and became a nurse. My dad moved a few cities away. We were never destitute, but things got financially harder. Mum went on welfare, all the vibrant packaging in our house became blue and white, Monday pizza nights stopped and my brother and I got keys to the house because we were alone so often. We couldn’t do any extra curricular activities, and I had to wear my brother’s hand-me-down school shirts, but were never hungry and we had shoes that fit so we were still doing better than some kids at our school.

Then, mum started seeing guys who liked nicer things. I remember once she randomly got this really nice car, then her and the guy broke up and she immediately traded it in for something more affordable. When she started seeing my now step dad, she went on a 2 week holiday with him and left me, my brother and the cat at her mother’s place. My cat died during that holiday, I remember being so angry that mum spent all that money on a holiday instead of taking the cat to the vet like she should have. I can’t be mad at her now, the cat was really old anyway. Then out of the blue she decided she was buying a block of land really far out in the countryside and building this beautiful house on it. Oh, ok.

So then in my early/mid teens, I moved into this absolutely gorgeous brand new house. It was a case of the best house in the worst street. The town sucked, it was devastatingly boring and isolated, and thus my teens consisted of me sitting in my room on 4chan, or watching anime DVDs because so much money went into this house, that asking for bus money was out of the question. Because I lived in this bitchin’ house, everyone at school suddenly thought I was rich? Which was weird, because my clothes were all still old as fuck and I could never do anything, because I couldn’t afford to. There was one Christmas my mum hand made all mine and my brother’s gifts, and to be honest, it was very memorable. I still wear the singlet top she made me.

By the time I moved out of home at 18, I’m pretty sure we were pretty solidly middle class again. Mum wasn’t stressed about money anymore, and in my senior years of high school I got to wear a brand new uniform. She helped me get my first car and helped me financially through my first few years of uni, so that was cool. I think she has a few investment properties now.

But anyway, the reason all this came to mind was because I was wondering whether I would consider myself to be raised spoiled. I still have my student debt and I’ve never been bought a car, but I did get to go to Japan when I was 16. Our snacks didn’t have cute characters on the packaging, but I was never hungry and could always get milk from the fridge when I wanted it. I didn’t get to go to dance classes or play an instrument or even get pocket money, but I never had to work to help support my family like some of my classmates did. There were some things I wish I could have done, but I know overall my upbringing was pretty standard. Does wishing that I could have taken hip hop dance lessons make me spoiled? Am I spoiled for being upset that my mum moved me to a beautiful house in the countryside? I don’t want to think that is does, but it probably does. I spent 8 hours of my Sunday, every other Sunday, sitting on my ass watching South Park marathons, and in one way it’s a privilege that I could waste my time like that but in another it was something forced on me by the lack of means to do anything else with my time.

I guess it doesn’t really achieve anything, trying to pin point what our exact socio-economic status was. It doesn’t matter anymore anyway.

#personal

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paradox-oflife · 5 years ago

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massive q and a post part 5 ignore this pls

(unless ur interested)

1. Do you have a favourite mug? Not really. I had one that was literally so cute it was like a neko atsume art style and it was a cat going uwu

2. Do you know any self defense or martial arts? Yes, actually. My mom was pretty supportive for it because the women’s side on our family is all under 5′2″. I did Aikido and Muay Thai throughout from the beginning of high school to the end. I don’t have as much time in college anymore though, but I’m looking forwards to starting it again. I’ve had to use it one time in my life. Hey Angelica, if you’re reading this you should ask me about it. That’s a story for later though.

3. Who's your favourite movie action hero? uuuuuh Thor? idk

4. Have you ever ridden a motorcycle? Haha in Taiwan that’s the main form of transportation. It’s an electric scooter.

5. Do you collect anything? I wear retainers when I sleep so I have an ongoing collection of retainer cases.

6. Is there anything you wished would come back into fashion? i was never really one for fashion haha

7. Do you stick to conventional fashions or like to try and be original? bro i literally wear like a sweater, tshirt, and black jeans.

8. Have you ever given someone a handmade present? I did a woodburning painting of kermit the frog for my friend’s bday

9. Are you introvert or extrovert? I used to be an extrovert, then I turned into an ambivert. High school made me more introverted. So on the spectrum, I’m in the middle but more towards introvert now.

10. If you could have any feature from an animal what would you want? Hmmm. I’m not sure actually. Wings? But that’s kind of inconvenient when I want to sleep.

11. Whats your prefered swimming stroke? Freestyle all the way

12. Have you ever been scuba diving? No

13. Have you ever had a disasterous interview? So far, no, but an interviewer once said I seemed very nervous lol.

14. What makes you nervous? A lot of things really. Too many.

15. Which of the 5 senses would you say is your strongest? Not eyesight because I’m slightly colorblind. Not hearing because I was born with tinnitus. Maybe smell? Or touch? But how do you compare that to taste? Idk

16. What colour are your eyes? Your average asian dark brown

17. Have you ever been to an Art gallery? Yeah. It’s pretty nice, but it’s hard to enjoy it when your impatient brother thinks it’s boring and wants to move on

18. Do you shout out the answers at the TV whilst watching quiz shows? All the time man. Granted that I actually know what the answer is

19. Are you a valuable asset on a Pub Quiz team? (equivalent to trivia quizzes) To a certain extent I suppose

20. Have you ever won any kind of quiz yourself? Yeah, name the countries. My geography isn’t too bad

21. Do you get over-involved with TV or movie plots at times? Um yes haha

22. Do you own any inflatable furniture? No, but I’d totally get one if it looked sick

23. Whats the highest hill or mountain you've ever climbed? Yosemite’s “Oh my Gosh Point”. The hike up there is so freaking hard because it’s like a 2 hour uphill climb. But the view is so worth it. It literally took my breath away.

24. Do you have a piggy bank? Nope

25. Whats the fastest you've ever travelled in a car? Not that fast. Like idk, maybe in an empty highway.

26. Could you ever hand milk a cow? I mean... if I had to

27. Do you have popcorn with a movie? Yeah, if I’m hungry. But otherwise I stay off movie snacks because it’s hella expensive.

28. Whats the futhest you've ever got a paper airplane to fly? 20 feet.

29. Have you ever built an igloo? Nope

30. Can you play the harmonica? It doesn’t sound good but yeah

31. Have you ever made a ball of twine or rubberbands? One time, it took forever to make though. My brother and I were being a bit too careless and it somehow exploded.

32. If given the option of having sprinkles in your ice cream do you always take it? Nah. Some ice cream is so good without any added sugar.

33. Could you ever be a living organ donor? Uuuuh, maybe. God my answer sounds so pretentious but if I was a dead body, yeah, sure go for it! Do whatever.

34. Which was your favourite science? Biology, Physics or Chemistry? Bio and Chem were hard but I’m taking it rn so it’s fine. Physics was lowkey boring but it was easy due to being math based.

35. Would you ever go out with someone just cause they're rich? Nope.

36. Have you ever contemplated sueing someone? haha no

37. Are you pretty devious? Only when it comes to fun games. If it’s a legitimate match in Martial Arts, or some type of thing like that I don’t cheat.

38. Have you ever had a surprise party? (that was an actual surprise) No, the parties I ever go to are just small get togethers.

39. Are you any good at giving massages? No, I kinda feel awkward when I do it.

40. Whats been your worst date ever? Haha imagine having a relationship ;w;

41. Have you ever slapped someone in public? My brother, but it was in a playful manner

42. Have you ever drawn on a sleeping or inebriated person? Yes. Good thing they’re pretty chill. Me and my friend were wheezing.

43. Have you ever warn clothing with the labels/tags still attached? Yeah, and I didn’t even notice until my friend pointed it out.

44. Have you ever slipped on a banana skin? No, but I have seen someone do it before.

45. Are you scared of the dark? Nah.

46. Do you have a lawyer? Nope

47. Have you ever been wolf whistled in public? Uuuh my friend did it out loud in public to me before and I punched her so hard.

48. Whats the worst pickup line you've heard? Something to do with chickens and impeccable?? Can’t remember exactly what it was but I remember cringing.

49. Have you ever been water skiing? Nope

50. Have you ever hopelessly failed a test? Omg yeah in Alg 2/Trig I bombed the HELL out of my first trig test.

51. If you had a year off, what would you want to do? Um, I guess there’s not much I can do because I’m not that rich.

52. How many sms/txt messages do you recieve on average a day? From my discord group chat, a lot. But actual direct text, maybe like 3.

53. How long did you last phone call last? 5 minutes.

54. Do you go to flea markets? Sometimes, if I have time.

55. If you saw someone drop a $10 note, would you claim it for your own or try to return it to them? Return it to them.

56. Have you ever helped someone across the road? No, haven’t stumbled upon that situation yet.

57. Have you ever been horseriding? Nope

58. Have you ever walked a tightrope? Nope x100

59. Have you ever demolished a wall or building? Yeah, it was a thin wall and I used a hammer.

60. If you and a friend both wanted the same thing would you let the friend get it first? Of course, they’re my friend and they deserve the world :)

61. Have you ever argued over who should pay for something? um YES have you ever been to an Asian dinner with other asian families??? The fight to pay the bill for your mates is a war.

62. Do you have any family heirlooms? Nah

63. Are you related or distantly related to anyone famous? No, but it’d be kind of cool.

64. Whats your favourite ocean? The pacific I guess? Idk there’s only seven to choose from

65. Do you correct peoples mistakes? Nah, unless it’s a super important one.

66. Have you ever helped out an injured animal? Yes it was a hummingbird that crashed into my window

67. Do you throw bread for the ducks? I did in New Zealand, but I found out that it was bad so...

68. Do you think babies are little bundles of joy or smelly noisey things? Both

69. Do you give money to street performers? Nah

70. Have you ever tossed your own pancake? Yup

71. Are you any good at egg and spoon races? Bruh i’ve never actually done it before but I’d probably be bad lol

72. Are you allergic to anything? High dosage of cortisone cream

73. Are you ticklish? If you taser me and squeeze my thighs

74. Do you prefer tea,coffee or cocoa? Tea all the way baby

75. Do you like Turkish Delight? If I’m thinking of the right thing, I think they’re alright

76. Do you buy people presents to bring back when you go on holiday? Only for those that ask me

77. Are you tired of answering questions yet? Not yet Angelica!! Keep ‘em coming

78. Have you ever been wheelbarrow racing? No

79. Do you ever forward or reply to chain mails? Never

80. Do you often have a tune in your head you can't name? YEAH it’s classical music so i can’t search up lyrics

81. Has anyone ever approached you thinking you were someone else? Yes. Their excuse was all asians look the same (?!)

82. Have you ever been approached by someone who knew you but you couldn't remember them for the life of you? Yes it was so awkward I kept calling them “dude” until they went away

83. What do you do to keep fit? All I really do is jumprope, some pushups, planks, that sort of thing

84. Are you the sort to step in and try to break up a fight? Depends on who’s in the fight. Sometimes if you try to get involved, they’ll start attacking you

85. Have you ever been in a fight? Yes, ask me about it

86. Have you ever started a rumour? Nah, ya girl aint like that

87. Have you ever heard any outstanding rumours about yourself? YES. Some boy said I got into a car crash. Then one day after school some of my acquaintances asked me if I was okay and I was like ???? what?? Weirdest rumor ever

88. Have you ever been in or had a food fight? Nope

89. When its your birthday do you always wear an age badge? I think this is another UK thing because i’ve literally never heard of anyone doing this before

90. Have you ever starred in an amateur or professional video? Nope. I mean, depends what you mean by amateur. I’ve been in a couple of school projects.

91. If you were comfortably rich would you work hard for more or rest on your laurels? Work, but in a laidback job. Like a flowershop keeper or something.

92. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Yeah, one time in elementary school when the teacher left for the bathroom, she put me in charge B)

93. Have you ever been caught in a compromising position? even despite a valid explanation? uuuh no

94. Have you ever tried to make your own alcohol? Nah because I’m underage

95. If you were ruler of your own country what would you call it? No idea

96. And what title would you give yourself? I’d be the founder, but leave the government stuff to other people. Like I’d be in textbooks, people will be like “Oh yeah, that’s esther she’s pretty cool, she founded this country.” But I wouldn’t do anything.

97. Have you ever had a dream you chased only to be let down when you achived it? Mm it’s comparable to buying an outfit and thinking it’d look nice on you but when you put it on you look bad.

98. Is there anything about the opposite sex you just don't understand or comprehend? How oblivious they can be sometimes. like learn to read between the lines man..

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Day 15 and 16

Here comes days 15 and 16 an early two and one holiday special. It’s like Christmas it’s not even fucking Christmas time yet. Hell it’s not even racist turkey and mashed potato day. Seriously why the hell is thanksgiving a holiday? Actually don’t answer that. So here’s yesterday in a nutshell. I got the hell up out of bed. Achievement unlocked! I went to work. Oh yes. Then...I did a whole lot of...work. I went and got some taco bell on my lunch break at work. Went home for that lunch break and had my mom get “up my butt” about getting boxes to move. Very anxiety inducing indeed. Went back to work. Did more work stuff. Ran into various scenarios in which I got boxes by sheer luck, which include -A customer leaving banana boxes behind -Getting to do some new optional stock work for one the managers (she was super cute and peppy when I said yes) -Having the closer for the night have extra boxes. I came home with this small army of boxes, and with that in mind made a song about boxes ″Boxes boxes I got so many of you. Boxes boxes what will I do? Boxes Boxes pack stuff inside of you.” I sang this like 20 times between taking the boxes to my car and then back home after leaving work. Needless to say I took a well deserved nap after that, then woke up...took meds, and another longer nap until morning. Okay Today. Today mostly sucked. I woke up at like 8am to work on my English Argument Essay because I decided to be a lazy ass the night before. Needless to say, it was awful. I had to go through and fix all the citations, edit all the grammar, rework all the paragraphs and eventually print it. I felt kinda bad because later that morning my mom wanted to spend time with me or talk with me or something and she just peers into my room, only to see me hunched over my desk going “GRAHHHH.hmmmmm...errrr.” to which responds “I was wanting to know if you wanted to.... actually I better just leave alone.” I got it “done” though, and took it to school. I wasted a shit ton of money that morning buying a bunch of snacks to de-stress because class time was supposed to be spent going over our Essays even more. Believe it or not I found even more errors and ways I could reword things that I missed while scarfing down potato chips and chugging one of those plastic cups of water. After a good amount of time in class I realized that there was another student who needed someone to check his paper the other day and I was the one person who had spare time (well not exactly) so the teacher offered me over to him. Turns out he found someone else to look at his paper.

I wound up caving and asking the teacher if I could just take my paper to the writing center, which she was weirdly cool with. I found the poor writing tutor stressed out of her mind grading other papers, but at this point all I could do is ask. She said “After I finish this one, fwoo i’m on the last two paragraphs” as she held her head in place. I told her to take as much time as she needed and thanks her throughly right after she accepted. I thanked her while she graded the paper too and after. Poor gal. I said to her “Remind me to get you a Christmas gift” to which she said “Aw, you don’t have to do that now.” I’M TOTALLY GOING TO GET HER A CHRISTMAS GIFT. (Assuming i’m not broke as fuck by then). The writing teacher marked the hell out of the paper and though she did say she liked it, she gave me a list of things I needed to fix. The most important thing being the flow of the paper, in which my thesis needs to fit my points. I gotta stay on topic...which is a weak suit for me. I had to hurry back to my English class because there were just so many things to go over with the paper, that it took up a ton of time. I flashed the newly marked paper to my English teacher saying “Blood sweat and tears.” My English teacher responded confidently “You’ll get it done.” I’ve got a 98 and a 95 on my last two assignments, so i’m pretty confident too...if only I could just get off this tumblr. So um...work. Work was weird. I spent a lot of time moving these shelf things that hold the dvds and keep the soda machines in places because one of the regional managers got really upset because there was dust on top of the soda machines. It was also a coupon day in the middle of the week which was weird. On one of my breaks two of my co-workers had a joking/no serious conversation on how to woo a girl. This included... -A giant boombox

-Flowers with cocaine inside them

-An uber driver that did cocaine

-Warm Cocaine flowing out through the air vents of the car

-Pepsi to balance out the “coke”

-a mini fridge

and a water bed.

The rest of the night from there on out was mostly boring. I told some stupid jokes to customers and after a good number of regular conversations one very uncomfortable conversation happened. There was this younger guy with short hair that came though my line who started talking about prices. This was normal, considering where I worked. He then started talking about deals, which is also very normal. Different stores? Okay check...normal. He then brought up Target which he said he doesn’t shop at anymore because of the bathrooms. “The Bathrooms?” I inquire. I had a feeling I knew where this was going and unfortunately I was right and no, there was no poop just the other kind of shit. Transphobia. The worst kind of shit. The guy himself wasn’t that bad, he just didn’t know exactly what he was talking about. (Thank God). He says that he stopped shopping at Target because his girlfriends and some of their friends were uncomfortable with men going in the bathrooms. That they were worried about their daughters. That any man could just say they could ask to go in the bathroom and they could. Now the guy wasn’t coming off as arrogant and cocky or even preachy, but at this point i’m obviously fucking mad. So I say in a cold dead voice “Transwomen aren’t men. They’re women.” The guy didn’t say anything to me, he just kinda eyeballed me and kinda fiddled around with his groceries and then paid. He then went back to bagging his groceries and only cared about his groceries. He didn’t come off as putt off, more so as he didn’t care much one way or the other. He was kinda absent minded, and I don’t mean that in a mean way. I gave the subject another go, and I said “You know some people who are trans look like men, and they just haven’t had all the surgeries. That and like perverts are gonna go in bathrooms no matter what, just gonna be shitty for trans people.” He just kinda shrugs and says “Yeah I could see that too, that sounds like it sucks.” Then there was a :l from me and :l from him. And that was that. Did piss me off though.

It wasn’t bad, but it was awkward. I can’t be mad at the guy for not thinking about things, it sucks his girlfriend and female friends are being terfs at worst and just not thinking much themselves at work. Like i’m glad people are worried about keeping their kids safe, but safeguarding bathrooms with a bunch of prejudice isn’t the way to do it, especially with all the trans women who’ve already been using the women’s restroom. I kinda wish every bathroom was just a family bathroom. Also why does no one ever think females can be perverts? Also x2 why don’t people ever worry about their sons being pervered on? Eh stupid.

My shift didn’t end long after that. I went home right after. Mom was pretty cool in the fact she made some spaghetti. She didn’t say much weirdly enough, nor did my Dad. I think they went to watch a movie, which is quite nice. I was half expecting them to be nagging me with questions about moving, but nah. I just got on facebook, listened to some music and talked to some of my friends about bad stuff going on in their life. There’s unfortunately a lot of bad days goin’ on, so that stinks. But eh’ at least I got some time to relax now, I think I might watch some “Stranger Things” and just take it easy from this point out.

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