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findingjoynweirdstuff · 3 years ago

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Dream SMP Recap (June 9/2021) - New Citizens

Ponk has a chat with Sam, Fundy and Purpled officially join Las Nevadas, and Ranboo receives an update message from the Council.

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VOD LINKS:

Ponk

Fundy

Purpled

Ranboo

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- Ponk continues building the bridge in his new valley

- He returns to Foolish’s summer home and finds the countersuit Puffy left. He reads it. Many of the claims he doesn’t think are actually against the law of the land. He insists he wasn’t quoting Roadtrip during his Banquet speech, but rather an old man

- Ponk will have the best lawyers (he also may pay the jury off but don’t tell anyone). He’s amused that Puffy would work with BadBoyHalo and call Ponk the ‘dirty Eggpire supporter’

- He finishes reading the lore suit and greets Purpled in chat, telling him that he’s getting sued by Puffy

- Sam logs on and Ponk takes him over to the valley. They’ve had their differences, but Ponk is in need of a good lawyer. Sam suggests Tubbo, but Tubbo is expensive and intimidating

- Ponk points out that Sam will be the only one in the jury with an elevated IQ like his own. Sam hasn’t been officially selected for the jury yet, and they might think he’s biased, having cut off Ponk’s arm (Sam says he did it for good reason)

- They reach the valley and Sam approves of Ponk’s bridge

Sam: “You can see Kinoko Kingdom from here.”

Ponk: “(gagging sound) No, you can see Niki’s place! Niki’s communist cult! It’s great! We’re gonna set up a nice trade agreement, and (mumbling) then we’ll burn Kinoko Kingdom down to the groun-- I mean, then we’ll have nice trade deals with everyone, you know?”

- Ponk is bitter about losing his arm and Sam blames it on him for stealing the keycards

Ponk: “Sam...just so you know, just so you know...You can come to me after...after everything. I will still support you, Sam, okay? You’ll have a place to stay, because, all the wrong you’ve done is gonna catch up behind you, you know? All the wrong that you’ve done--”

Sam: “I haven’t really done anything wrong.”

Ponk: “Haven’t you? Haven’t you?!”

Sam: “No, I think I’m a good guy.”

Ponk: “You think you’re a good person?”

Sam: “I don’t know, you don’t think I’m a good person?”

Ponk: “I mean -- my opinions are biased.”

- Ponk asks Sam to walk and talk with him on the way back to Spawn. Sam’s spoken with Purpled recently

- They visit the animal sanctuary and Sam suggests they steal the strider. Ponk tells him stealing is bad. Sam wants to let it out. They play with the strider a bit

- Ponk explains his conflict with Puffy in general terms

Sam: “Look, I have a random crossbow from one of those guys that we killed.”

Ponk: “You said that so casually...life is precious, you know.”

- Ponk asks about the bank. He’s free to work. Sam says it’s up to Hannah. The two discuss the bank system

- Ponk hasn’t seen Technoblade in a while. Sam thinks he must be overthrowing governments in a far off land or something

- Ponk offers to trade with Sam for two stacks of redstone blocks. He asks how much for his arm back. Sam says he destroyed it. Ponk is upset that Sam didn’t keep it, but Sam says it was too mangled

- Sam trades some gold for the redstone

- They fight a raid together and capture a Ravager

- The two continue to chat for a while

- Fundy stands by his bed. He had a great sleep! He dreamt about a Windows update and he’s looking...a little sleepy?

- He checks the to-do list. Today’s the day. He grabs some things for the road. Fundy decides he’ll go alone. He doesn’t want to risk losing his snow fox friend

- He says hi to his Aunt Panisha (a salmon in the river) as he sets off, asking her to wish him luck

- Fundy reaches Las Nevadas wonders where Quackity’s office is. After some deduction, he heads to the Needle and spots Quackity going up the elevator

- After some hesitation, Fundy goes up the elevator too and comes face-to-face with Quackity, who sees him and asks if he’s okay. Fundy says he’s doing fine, he had a weird sleep and may have woke up outside the window

- Fundy tells him that he took his advice and bettered himself. They sit at the table and Fundy shows him his new diet. Quackity says he’s proud of him

- Fundy mentions that last time they spoke, he suggested they play cards and back at home, he didn’t sleep because he was waiting for Quackity to come over...and then he didn’t

- Quackity explains he just had a bunch of paperwork to do

- Fundy spots some slime blocks bunched at the side of the room and asks what that’s about. Quackity says it’s “a friend” of his, that he’s probably asleep

- Quackity gets Charlie to emerge from the slime

Charlie: “Hey, Fundy from L’manburg!”

- He was in the middle of his gloop-morphosis. Fundy is confused at how he knows who he is. Charlie digs into the floor and gets Fundy to greet him, slurping up some slime

- Quackity tells Charlie he needs to speak with Fundy. Charlie says he can “sell it” and starts telling Fundy he looks like he wants to gamble. Fundy asks Quackity why he’s talking like this, and Quackity says he must have learned it from TV

- Fundy finds out that Charlie is incredibly old and asks Charlie about how he knew he was from L’manburg. Charlie declares them best friends

- Fundy tells Quackity that he’s changed, that he’s a better man. Quackity thinks it’s great, but he doesn’t want Fundy to portray a false version of himself

- Charlie looks at Fundy close-up and says he hasn’t changed

- Quackity doesn’t want Fundy to join under these conditions. Fundy insists he’s fine, he isn’t portraying a false version of himself

- Fundy’s lived in that cottage for way too long. All these nightmares are because of him interacting with people and he’s ruining it for them -- but ever since he’s improved himself and become more healthy, he hasn’t had those nightmares

- Quackity has thought about it a lot, and Fundy’s work in L’manburg was exceptional. He thinks Las Nevadas will be a stepping stone to Fundy’s success

- Charlie gets Fundy to smell him and asks him what it’s like to dream. Fundy sniffs and maybe swallows a piece of Charlie. Charlie tells him one day he’ll be whole again

- Quackity passes Charlie a bone of one of their “mutual friends” in L’manburg and asks Charlie to analyze it

- Quackity and Fundy leave Charlie in the Needle and go back down. Quackity brings him downstairs, where he tells Fundy there’s no going back. He wants to make sure Fundy can trust him and hands Fundy a book to sign:

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All persons naturalized in Las Nevadas, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of Las Nevadas and the land wherein they reside.

The signing of this document subjects you to the rights and duties of the nation:

TAXES. Residents are required to pay a jurisdictional and financial charge to the nation to fund future projects and development of the nation. Failure to pay could result in the extinction of your permanent residence and possibly death.

MILITARY PARTICIPATION. One of your duties as a resident of Las Nevadas is the complete protection of the nation. You’re required to participate in any wars, conflicts, or disputes of the nation, in favor of Las Nevadas.

LAND. One of your rights as a resident of Las Nevadas is a self assigned plot of land, approved by the proper authorities, to develop productive businesses, homes, entertainment centers, etc.

GAMBLING. Gambling is defined as staking of something of value, with consciousness of risk and hope of gain, on the outcome of a game. Gambling is completely legal in Las Nevadas, but subject to constantly changing regulations.

THE LV LEGAL SYSTEM ---------------------------- Las Nevadas and any disputes within the nation will be settled in the Las Nevadas court (TBA), with the presence of the conflicted parties, and the proper authorities.

FALURE TO RESPECT THE CONSTITUTION AND THE DUTIES WHICH ARE ASSIGNED TO THIS RESIDENCE WILL RESULT IN THE IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OF CITIZENSHIP, AND, IF GUILTY OF A CRIME AGAINST THE NATION, YOU ARE SUBJECT TO

DEATH.

SIGNED . . .

QUACKITY

FOUNDER AND PRESIDENT OF LAS NEVADAS

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- Fundy is nervous and hesitates

Quackity: “Fundy, I -- You’re like a brother to me. We’ve gone through so much. But I still have to protect my nation...surely you can understand that.”

Fundy: “No, I -- I can. Yeah. Yeah yeah yeah, um...it’s strong...You really believe in this nation, right? It’s like your child--”

Quackity: “Fundy...this is all I have left...if this nation dies, I die along with it.”

- Fundy signs the document with his full legal name:

Fun Jonatahan Micahel Vincent Georgina James Sus Dy

- He signs the book, gives it to Quackity and asks that if he ever reads it, to not call Fundy by his legal name

- Quackity welcomes Fundy to Las Nevadas as an official citizen!

- Charlie has control over the piece of slime inside Fundy. He tells Charlie not to do that

- Quackity asks Charlie if he has a name. They decide to call him “Meat” for now, but Charlie tells Quackity in “secret” (very loudly) that he isn’t actually meat...he is slime from the ground

- Quackity suggests they call him Slime From the Ground. He then says he is bones

- He leads the other two to the edge of Las Nevadas’ road and points out that they have a big issue: Tubbo’s outpost nearby. Quackity suspects that Tubbo may be planning some dangerous strategy against the country

- Quackity gives Slime some armor to put on

Slime: “Ready for war...don’t take my music discs!”

Fundy and Quackity: “Wh -- what did you just say?”

- Quackity has an informational video he can show Fundy later. They investigate the outpost. He reminds Fundy about the military protection portion of the document

- Quackity remembers the Butcher Army and asks how much experience Fundy has with the military. Fundy was part of every single one that’s existed

- Quackity suggests they build their own version of the outpost

- Slime starts breaking Tubbo’s windows. Quackity encourages it and tells Slime it’s called “griefing,” handing him dirt to spread around the place

- Quackity finds the two Totems of Undying they have at the outpost and asks if they should take them. He then says they should test them. He doesn’t know what they do

- Fundy isn’t sure they should, or what Tubbo’s intentions are. Quackity decides to leave them unless Tubbo retaliates for the griefing

- They notice the bridge and Quackity suggests a tollbooth

- Quackity explains the concept of taxes to Slime, who’s been watching Purpled recently. Purpled hasn’t done much, just farmed

- They start building the tollbooth and Fundy brings up how medieval castles used to have boiling oil above the gates that they could use if there were people they didn’t like, and they could do something similar

- Slime starts throwing slime and Fundy can feel it (and it doesn’t feel good)

- Quackity asks for the bone he gave back, but Slime can’t tell the difference between all the bones

- Quackity remembers how when L’manburg exploded, Fundy and Niki came up to him and said it was a good day...what was that about?

Fundy: “The way I saw it was, during that time, everyone was trying to divide each other, right. Everyone was trying to divide each other...every one was either left or right and there was no in between. There was no...People always wanted to separate themselves and make war and destroy everything that was loved. When L’manburg was a thing, I cared about L’manburg, and then it got destroyed, right, and eventually, my hope at that moment was...that people just like, accepted that they shouldn’t--”

Quackity: “But you betrayed the nation...Fundy, the thing I’m getting at is, I don’t know your excuse or your thinking behind that...that will not happen again at this nation. No betrayals, no backstabbing. Not here. Understand?”

Slime: “What’s backstabbing?”

- Quackity and Fundy try to teach Slime how to backstab, then how to work the tollbooth against Tubbo

- Slime starts putting buttons on the walls. Quackity tells him not to, as it gives him bad memories

- Slime asks Fundy again what it’s like to dream. Fundy doesn’t want to talk about it, but Quackity notes that he’s been vague about it

- Fundy explains that every time something big happens in this place, he has dreams where he can sort of see what happens before it does. It’s like gazing into the future, except he loses details before it happens

- Quackity presses him on it. Let’s say they have a big war coming up, he takes Tubbo’s totems and Fundy sleeps and tells him what happens next so that they can prepare?

- Fundy doesn’t think that’s a good idea. Quackity doesn’t understand how real these things are

- What if they build an entire building for Fundy so that he can have these dreams comfortably? It’s just a possibility...

- Slime’s gloop-morphosis isn’t “complete” yet

- Quackity asks if Fundy knows Foolish. Fundy remembers one time he blew up a little bit of Foolish’s house and he finds out Foolish lives in Las Nevadas

- Quackity asks how long ago this was. Fundy says it happened a long time ago, but Slime corrects him

Quackity: “Just know, Fundy...he doesn’t know how to lie.”

- Quackity leaves to get diamonds and Fundy confronts Slime alone, asking him how he knows things. He tells Slime that in certain situations, it’s helpful to keep quiet on certain things for the benefit of other people

- They move on and Fundy teaches Slime a bit about fun and hobbies

- Quackity returns and they notice many squid in the nearby river. Quackity goes down and starts killing “cod” (salmon). Fundy corrects him that they aren’t cod, but to Quackity fish is fish. Fundy looks away while Quackity kills them

- They suggest Fundy be the food-gatherer. Fundy suggests a diet of fruit and plants

Slime: “What’s wrong with salmon? Your father loved them!”

- Quackity asks Fundy to elaborate on his father, if he came from a fishing family. Fundy asks Slime again about how he knows. Slime continually refers back to people “turning to dust.”

- They ask about what Slime knows about them, then about Slime’s favorite memory. He digs a whole in the ground and waits for a bit

- They teach Slime about humor

Slime: “Two people walk into a bar. One is green, one is red. The green one is shaped -- is a bigger guy, and the red one is a smaller guy. To get to the bar, both got off a train. The train the red guy was on was going west at 40 miles an hour for 60 miles. The train the other guy was on did not serve lunch. They both walked into a bar, and 500 years later they were still just dust in the ground. At the end of it all, they were just still dust, and none of it mattered.”

- Slime tells another joke about a chicken turning into dust.

Quackity: “How long do you think it’ll take for me to turn to dust?

Slime: “I...I’ll make sure you never turn to dust, Quackity from Las Nevadas!”

- Quackity asks about Fundy’s father

Slime: “The sooty guy?”

- Quackity and Slime ask Fundy -- shouldn’t he know? Slime says Fundy can ask Wilbur about his history himself

Quackity: “Your dad’s alive, Fundy?”

- Fundy tells Quackity about how Phil came to him with some interesting news, that Wilbur is actually alive. Quackity ask when was the last time Fundy’s seen Wilbur. Fundy hasn’t seen him alive again yet

Quackity: “What’s your relationship with Wilbur?”

Fundy: “It’s...it’s complicated, man. It’s very complicated.”

Quackity: “Because...there’s an issue.”

- Fundy wants to talk to Wilbur about a lot of things. Quackity brings Fundy over to the headquarters and breaks the news that Wilbur came to see Quackity

Fundy: “...He saw you? He went on his way to see you, and -- and he’s not shown up to me to, you know -- why, why?”

- Quackity shows Fundy the “mark” Wilbur made. Wilbur asked to join Las Nevadas, and Quackity said no. He shows Fundy the name: Fort Big. Tommy and Wilbur are working together

- Quackity is just warning Fundy. He hopes this won’t get in the way of Fundy supporting the nation. Fundy just doesn’t know why Wilbur didn’t come to him, but he went to Quackity.

Fundy: “Did he talk about me?”

- Quackity thinks he did, but he doesn’t remember what

- Fundy says goodbye to Slime and Quackity, heading off to settle down on his own. He stands at his plot of land, wondering if he’ll have to fight Wilbur

- Purpled is at his old base by the ruins of L’manburg. Life is good. He has DogChamp, he’s been fishing, no human contact

- He has something to attend to and goes to the cliffside nearby, finding Slime. He asks why Slime’s been watching him, who told Slime to spy. Slime avoids answering

- Purpled figures it’s Quackity and asks Slime more about how long he’s been above the ground, what he knows. Slime refers to him as “Purpled From a UFO” and Purpled shows Slime that his UFO has been destroyed by Quackity

- Purpled leaves Slime and visits the ruins. He notices Slime following him and tells him to leave again

- Slime traps himself in Dream’s honeymoon suite and Purpled continues down the path, looking at all the builds. He visits the Socializing Club and checks beneath the floor -- the trap he made all those months ago is still there. He wonders if anyone remembers these things

- Slime slimes his way out of the trap and Purpled visits L’manburg. He was just a pawn, there was no “Purpled in L’manburg” or “Purpled in Pogtopia” or “Purpled on Dream SMP’s side.” There was just no Purpled

- He returns to his house, gets DogChamp, puts him into a hidden chamber elsewhere. He stores his valuables...and rigs the entire place with TNT

He sets it off and it goes

- Slime talks to Purpled again. Purpled asks if Quackity is still interested in a new resident

- Purpled asks Slime to trust him as he retrieves DogChamp, and he gets Slime to lead him to Las Nevadas

- He makes it there and goes into the casino. Quackity doesn’t know what he has planned. He comes out to find Quackity there. Quackity takes him up to the top of the Needle

- Purpled makes it clear he only cares about the opportunity for himself, not for Quackity. He doesn’t stand for what Quackity does, doesn’t think there will ever be a time that he’ll respect Quackity as a person

- Quackity tells him they all change in some way or another. When he first became Vice President, he saw the best in everyone

Quackity: “I don’t really see the good in people anymore...but I do see opportunity.”

- Quackity tells Purpled that if they succeed with the nation, the two of them will be going down in history. Purpled starts to come around to thinking that maybe they are on the same page

- Quackity had a citizenship document he meant for Purpled to sign, but he’s willing to gamble on it without

Quackity: “Welcome to Las Nevadas, Purpled.”

- He gives Purpled the document either way and tells him he has a right to a plot of land. Quackity will have a business meeting with all the residents soon

- Purpled asks for land behind the casino. He has an idea for something. Quackity agrees to give it to him

- Purpled leaves and speaks to himself with DogChamp at the stage. Things will be looking different around here real soon

- Ranboo goes to the mailbox he set up with the Council and checks it, finding a new update in the book along with a Netherite Axe labelled “axe of the end” in Enderman.

The update reads:

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Hello. We have been observing the happenings around the server and we come bearing not news but rather a warning for you. We know that you like to stand idle and not engage in any kind of acts of violence and we respect you for that.

However, we also know that there are people that you care about and you need to understand that in order to take care of those people you are no longer able to just stand idle. You need to take a more active role again. We have given you something that can help with that. Use it carefully.

We respect your wishes. - The Council

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- Ranboo takes the axe. He planned to work on Tubbo’s outpost, make it seem like more of a shop than an outpost

- He goes to the outpost and finds the griefing, cleaning it up

- As some protective measures, he leaves signs:

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Hello! Whoever put a bunch of dirt everywhere, Dont!

This is going to be a new cookie shop! We dont have cookies yet

Please leave it alone! Or violence will be used.

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- He continues working on the outpost and Techno logs on. Ranboo goes over to the new tollbooth and pays the toll of one bone

Techno: ranboo have you unlocked teleportation yet

Ranboo: not yet i dont think

Ranboo: let me try

Ranboo: yeah no

Techno: can you hurry up

Techno: asking for a friend

- Ranboo explores around Las Nevadas and makes a to-do list

- He makes a hidey hole in the strip club and strips some logs. He gets tempted to steal a Netherite block

His to-do list reads:

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TO DO LIST FOR LAS NEVADAS: 1. Figure out what to get inside of. 2. Figure out what the hollow buildings are 3. Figure out why there are so many horses 4. Figure out who runs this place 5. Figure out what the black pillars are for

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- He returns home and speaks with Tubbo in VC

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Upcoming events remain the same.

#dream smp #dream smp recaps #long posts

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alrightberries · 4 years ago

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honey, honey (how you thrill me)

request: i loved strawberries and cigarettes but levi just can’t catch a break :(( can we have a super fluffy modern au with boyfriend levi instead? thanks!

request: hi i’m new here and had read your fics. i love your take on levi’s character! Also that your writing is very great to read!😘 (tho that angst really made me cry HARD) if i may request umm... i want a levi x reader fic about them being like an old married couple but they’re not in a relationship ‘yet’ so like everyone ships them. Its a fluffy crack fic/ Reader is like “well you’re clean and I kinda lilke you so...” then levi be like “you’re tolerable and knows how to properly clean.” and then they really ended up married. It’s like the easiest transition from friends to lovers that one day they just said lets get married we act like it anyway whats new 😂. I want fluffs and laughs! Aot is angsty enough we need fluffs with our favorite characters!!

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack. ❈ word count: 4.6k

❈ summary: modern au. In which you and Levi are both professors at the same university, and are painfully unaware that all the students and other staff members have a bet that’s been going on for years now. What’s it about? When you’ll both finally confess to each other and just date already.

❈ trigger warnings: profanity. mentions of sex

a/n: made it gender neutral as per usual. this was really fun to write! makes me think about writing fluff more often (pffft sure)

Trost University was home to many brilliant minds. It was a prestigious school with an acceptance rate of 600 out of 4000 yearly applicants, and producing the finest students; those of which would almost always graduate with high honors before starting a successful career of their choosing.

Its professors, undoubtedly, were of the finest quality as well. They were professional, extremely skilled, and highly trained. It was a workforce full of almost over qualified educators excelling in their respective fields, with master and PhD certificates framed on cubicle walls being the norm in the faculty room.

Erwin himself was proud to be a professor here. He started working as a high school teacher when he was still studying for his master’s degree, shifting from high school teachings to college teachings as years passed by, before eventually getting recognized and offered a job seven years ago by the prestigious school.

His friends— a loving and longterm couple who, as far as he knew, were high school sweethearts and still going strong today— had joined him on this journey as well. He’d known them since they were in college, all studying different fields but aiming for the same career of teaching.

The three of them shared a strong bond; a bond built on study groups, mutual dislike for crappy teachers, and a certain love for education. They were there for him, and he was there for them. He especially disliked it, however, when their relationship went through rough patches. He didn’t like picking sides, and listening to the same story being told from two different perspectives almost always made him want to grab Y/N and Levi’s heads and bash them together for how dumb they were acting.

But despite the differences and occasional fights, he wouldn’t hesitate to say that he trusted them with his life.

So Erwin, for the life of him, couldn’t figure out why he was just now finding out that the power couple he knew and loved wasn’t even a couple at all.

“So, wait.” He speaks, trying to be heard over the crowded cafeteria chatter. “You’re telling me... they’re not a longterm couple?”

“They’re not.” Moblit confirms easily. “Apparently, they’re not even dating.”

“Or so they claim.” Hange interjects. “Y/N and Levi have actual matching rings. Literally— I asked Levi about it once and he said Y/N was his fiancé.”

“But not romantically.” Moblit quickly adds on. “I was there too, he said not romantically.”

“Why would Levi propose to someone he’s not romantically interested in, huh?!” She counters back, a little louder than the brown haired man’s volume.

“I don’t know! Citizenship? Money? Sex—“

“They’re in love! You know they’re in love, you’re just denying it because you want to get in Y/N’s pants.” She huffs. “And because you’re about to lose the bet.”

Erwin’s eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Bet? What bet?”

“Oh, you don’t know about the bet?” Hange asks. “It’s been going on for, like, five years now. The entire faculty’s in on it.” She begins to chow down on her soup, not offering more of an explanation. Moblit takes this as his cue to expand when he notices Erwin’s blank stare.

“Since you guys joined maybe... seven or so years ago? Everyone just assumed Y/N and Levi were a thing. Because of, y’know, the way they interact with each other. But then five years ago Hange and I asked them when their anniversary was so we could get them some wine, and both of them full on denied even being in a relationship.”

Hange nods, more than a spoonful of soup and a more than generous bite of bread in her mouth. “Yeah, but then I peaked at their faculty files—“

“Peaked at their faculty files?” Erwin murmurs, but he’s ignored.

“—and they have the same home address. They live together!”

“I can confirm that much, at least.” The blonde man answers thoughtfully. “They’ve been sharing a dorm since college but Y/N moved out at some point. They live together in Levi’s apartment now, though.”

“That doesn’t prove anything.” Says Moblit. “They could just be roommates and really good friends.”

“Well I’ll say!” Hange throws her hands in the air. “I caught Y/N sucking Levi’s dick at a party once. Must be one hell of a friendship they have, aye Moblit?”

Her elbow begins nudging the brunette beside her, and Erwin stares with amusement when Moblit starts getting irritated from the eccentric woman’s teasing.

“So what’s the wager?” Erwin asks.

The two professors stop their bickering and share an evil smile. Hange gestures for Erwin to come closer, as if she were about to tell him a secret, and he does just that.

“Whoever wins the bet gets a free meal from Shaw’s Bistro.”

Erwin’s eyes widen. Shaw’s Bistro; the classy high end restaurant with the fancy wine, fancier atmosphere, and the best Japanese Salted Salmon he’s ever had.

It was an expensive restaurant— even for someone with his salary. Erwin knew he could rarely ever eat there unless he wanted to run his bank account dry. And he concludes that this petty bet must be a Pretty Big Fucking Deal.

He squints his eyes. “I’m listening.”

Hange giggles as she continues. “Basically, you have to guess how long it’ll take for Y/N and Levi to finally admit they’re couple. But you can’t choose the same answer as other people in the bet, we can’t afford two winners. Literally.” She gestures to Moblit. “Unless you’re like dumb dumb over there who wagered they’ll never admit it because they’re not a couple—“

“They’re not!”

“—I’m sure you’ll do fine.”

Erwin nods his head, one hand on his chin in thought. He never did explicitly ask whether they were dating or not, he just assumed they were.

He carefully considers his options; be a snoop to his longterm friends and possibly break their trust for joining a foolish bet? Or Japanese Salted Salmon from Shaw’s Bistro?

Hange and Moblit look at him expectantly, smiling when he nods.

“Deal me in.”

The cafeteria was noisy when you walked in.

Students mingled amongst themselves, chatting idly about academics and gossip. Cutlery scraped against each other as people took bites of their meals. Your eyes scanned the crowd, spotting your friends sitting around their usual table and having what seemed to be a heated discussion.

You turned to look at the man beside you. “Did you bring your own lunch today?”

Levi nods as he lifts up a small black bag. “Always do. But I’ll stand next to you in the lunch line so you don’t look like a loner.”

That was Levi Speak for I’ll wait for you.

You smile. “Thanks.”

The brief silence between you is broken when you start talking about your students— how proud you were that Armin was tutoring some of the struggling students in his free time, how terrible Jean was at hiding his crush on Mikasa, how terrible Mikasa was at hiding her crush on Eren (“I don’t even think she’s trying to hide it. At this point, I’m convinced that Eren is either dumb or dense.”)

Levi nods along to your tales, seemingly uninterested and bored. But anyone who knew him well would know he was listening intently as you spoke, every word heard loud and clear and processing in his mind as soon as they left your lips. Occasionally, he would pipe in with his own comments (“Eren’s just dumb.”) but he didn’t engage too much, opting to let you speak and rant on.

Your talkativeness never got on his nerves, contrary to popular belief. He liked listening to your stories, listening to your voice, and seeing the little glint in your eyes when you start talking passionately about your students. He overall just liked being around you. You were cleaner than most people he knew. You were tolerable. Sometimes a pain in the ass, but still tolerable.

But what does get on his nerves, however, is being ‘secretly’ watched by his friends.

Once he’s sure you’re not looking, he turns his head in the direction of their table, murderous glare prominent on his face. Hange, Moblit, and Erwin quickly snap their heads down and pretend to eat, but Levi knew they were definitely staring.

“Oh crap, I forgot my free meal card.” He hears you mumble beside him. He hadn’t even realized you were already standing in front of the counter.

“Figures. You have the memory of a gold fish.” Levi comments off-handedly.

He hands the cashier his free meal card and grabs your tray for you, and you silently took the coat that Levi had swung over his arm to carry with you instead. You knew he’d hate for it to get dirtied by any accidental soup splashing.

“So, what’s happening on your end of the gossip?” You ask, both making your way to your usual table with friends.

Levi shrugs. “The brats are doing well on their thesis. Their grammar is shit though; makes you wonder how they graduated high school.”

You snicker. “You say that now but tomorrow pull an all-nighter to help them study and revise.”

“You’re not one talk. You scheduled two different consultations between classes and three more after your shift.”

“I can’t help it, okay?! You know I have a soft spot for the kids from the 104th.”

Of course he did. He knew of your affection for that specific group of students— admittedly, he held a twinge of affection for them too.

They were part of the first class you ever taught in your entire teaching career. At the time, you both worked at some crappy school in the 104th district. And to see the kids now, all grown up and studying at a prestigious college, it made your heart swell. And Levi’s heart... well, suffice to say it cracked some of the ice around it.

“That soft spot of yours is making you lose sleep.” He scolds. “I’ll take some of the consultations off your hands. The lil shits deserve a teacher who isn’t half asleep.”

Again, that was Levi Speak for Don’t overwork yourself, let me help.

You jokingly slap his arm. “That’s rude!”

“I know.”

Your conversation is interrupted when you finally arrived at the table, Levi setting down your tray in front of you and you handing him back his coat as you sat down next to each other.

“Hey.” You greet your friends, and Levi silently unpacks his lunch. “What were you guys talking about? It looked pretty intense.”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” Hange waved off. “Just the usual. Grading papers, grading lab experiments, grading essays. The usual.”

You nod, unconvinced but letting it slide. “I see.”

The table is once again filled with laughter and conversations. Banter was thrown around here and there, mostly between you, Hange, and Moblit as you debated about films and TV shows. Levi and Erwin stuck to light chatter, but it didn’t go unnoticed to the shorter man when Erwin’s eyes squinted as Levi placed his arm around the back of your chair like he always did, or when Hange tried to hide her squeal when he wiped some excess soup from the corner of your lips.

Something was up.

It was about ten minutes into lunch when your phone began to ring, a notification from a reminder app you downloaded. You picked up your phone and sighed as you read your schedule.

“Gotta go. I have a meeting in a few.” You mutter, beginning to clean up your tray and utensils; you were a little disappointed. You didn’t even get to finish your soup.

Levi eyes you and the way you kept glancing back and forth between your soup and the clock. He sighs before he speaks, “I’ll take care of your dishes and buy you lunch later. Just go.”

“No, no, I can— fuck!” You yell when the bowl of soup is accidentally knocked over, spilling over your jacket.

Levi silently offers you his handkerchief to clean yourself up. He starts using napkins to clean the table as well, before taking the coat he brought and giving it to you.

“Use this for now.”

You smile at him once again, taking your coat off and slipping on his as you stood up. “Thanks.”

He doesn’t flinch (or react for that matter) when you kiss his cheek before you left, only letting out a small hum of acknowledgement as you waved goodbye to your friends and made your way to the meeting.

Once you were out of view, Hange’s smile immediately drops in favor of too serious eyes as she starts interrogating Levi.

“Okay, cut the crap, Ackerman. How long have you—“

“Hange, no, we’ve talked about this.” Erwin tries to reason but his pleas fall on deaf ears as she continues.

“How long have you and Y/N been dating?”

Ah. So that’s what it was about.

Levi sighs and continues to chew on his bread. He unenthusiastically stares at the woman yelling at him, swallowing his meal before speaking, “I’ve told you before and I’ll tell you again: we’re not.”

“Bullshit!” She yells. “You guys are a disgusting old married couple who have two adopted children—“

“Dogs.” Levi corrects boredly, but just like everyone else at the table, he’s ignored as Hange continues her tirade.

“—have matching sweaters, do small bullshit for each other like paying for meals and lending your coats. And for god’s sake, they literally just kissed your cheek even though you hate human contact.”

She finishes her rant but Levi looks unphased. God, she wanted to punch his dumb and oblivious face so bad.

“Those are normal things normal friends do. I’m not surprised you wouldn’t know, four-eyes.” Says Levi, but Hange is unaffected and already used to his abrasive words.

Levi continues. “We don’t do anything beyond what’s considered friendship.”

Hange squints her eyes in suspicion. “Didn’t Y/N move into your apartment?”

“Yeah. Their landlord was shit.”

“Where I caught you having sex?”

“We’re fuck buddies and you don’t know how to knock.”

“But you introduced them to your mom as your fiancé?”

“I lied so she would stop bugging me about getting married.”

“You literally have a shared bank account and a shared retirement fund!”

“It’s easier to keep track of.”

“Damn it, Levi!”

Armin stares at the study guide in front of him, mind half processing the words and half... not. Quite frankly, he starts to wonder if the papers you’d given him were written in gibberish or some dead language no one spoke anymore.

You see him struggle to understand the sheet of paper in front of him, and sigh.

“Need a little help there, Armin?” You offer but he shakes his head. “I’m okay. I think I can understand this if I read through it more, it’s my friends I’m worried about.”

He glances beside him where the rest of his study group also stared the papers, each face painted with a unique mixture of confusion and dread.

You weren’t surprised, however. The readings for this module were quite complex, and the fact that your brightest students— Armin and Mikasa— were struggling with it made you feel a little bit hopeless for the rest of your class. Truth be told, even though you taught this topic countless of times, you weren’t entirely sure how to simplify it without leaving out too much information.

“Okay, how about this, we could—“ A soft knock interrupts your sentence, and you stare at the students in front of you to remember if you were expecting any more. It seemed like everyone was here, however, so you weren’t sure who was at the door.

“It’s me.” Came Levi’s voice, almost like he heard your inner monolgue.

“Come in!” You called out, focus shifting back to the paper in front of you as you heard the door open and close.

Okay, so I guess I could take this part and summarize it for them? Or would that still be too complicated? No, maybe I can—

“Ah, it’s that topic.” Levi mumurs, snapping you out of your thoughts. His face was directly next to yours as he stared intently at the papers you held. “No wonder you all look like you’re about to crap your pants.”

“Language, Levi. Not in front of the students.” You scold.

“They curse more than I do.”

“Still.”

He ignores your comment as he hands you a brown paper bag, pulling a chair out to sit next to you. He grabs the paper from your hands to look over the study guide you prepared, undoubtedly trying to figure out a way to simplify it as well.

“What’s this?” You ask, opening the paper bag.

“Bought you dinner.” He replies, eyes not leaving the paper in front of him. “I figured you’d forget again.”

As if on cue, your stomach suddenly starts feeling empty. It was impossible that you were hungry, though. You just had lunch. And after lunch you had some meetings to attend to, a couple classes, some last minute consultations, and— okay. Maybe it’d been a couple hours since lunch, but it couldn’t be that bad. A brief glance at the clock confirms that—

“Holy shit, it’s almost 8pm.”

“Language, Y/N. Not in front of the students.”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Gladly.”

The students in front of you let out a loud groan, faces over exaggeratedly contorted in disgust at your and Levi’s conversation.

Levi glimpses up at them and raises his eyebrow in question, while you jokingly roll your eyes.

“Alright, I think we should continue our consultation another time.” You said, beginning to pack up your teaching materials as the students did the same. “It’s getting late and curfew’s at 8pm. I’d better not see any of you outside the dorms.”

You knew you would though. It’s Friday night, there’s a bar across the street, and they’re teenagers. What could possibly go wrong?

You turn to Levi and hand him the keys. “You go ahead to the car, I’ll finish packing up.”

“It’s alright, I’ll wait for you in the hallway.” Levi takes the car keys as he stands up, walking out the door once again and leaving you alone with your students.

As you began to arrange your papers and clear the table, you start to remind them, “Okay, so we can discuss chapters—“

“Are you and Professor Ackerman dating?” Eren asks curiously, earning a shove from Jean and a silent threat to shut up, dumbass.

You chuckle. “No, Eren. We’re not.”

He gives you a doubtful look, one which you only return with a curious face.

“What’s with that look?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“You should date him— ow, what?!” He speaks, getting shoved by both Reiner and Jean this time before Mikasa pulls them off of him. You pause from your task.

“Okay, I’ll humor you. Why should I date him?”

The students share a look, daring each other to respond to your bold question. A few tense moments pass by and you smugly continue packing your papers. Yeah, you figured no one would—

“He’s nicer when he’s with you.” To your surprise, it was Mikasa who answers.

Unsure how to answer but still wanting to remain professional, you nod your head without looking up from your task. “Duly noted. Now go on, I know you have parties to attend to. I won’t hold you here much longer.”

The students laughed as they said their goodbyes; you held the door open for them until everyone was out before you left as well, shutting down the lights and locking the room once more.

A warm hand makes its way to the small of your back, and you smile.

“Hey.” Levi greets.

“Hey.” You repeat. “You read to go?”

“Yeah.”

“Wanna share my dinner when we get back home?”

“...yeah.”

He takes the stack of paper from your arms, his free hand reaching out for your own. You walked down the hallway in relative silence, interlocked hands swinging slightly from every step.

From the opposite corner of the hallway, the students’ prying eyes observe the small interaction; the two professors remained completely unaware that they were being watched.

“Told you they were a thing.” Ymir gloats, and the group snickers as Reiner irritatedly hands her some money.

Something was wrong.

If there was one thing Erwin knew from the nearly two decade long friendship he shared with you and Levi, it was when something was wrong.

It didn’t go unnoticed to him when Levi didn’t open your side of the car door as he usually would when you arrived at the parking lot; when he made a beeline for his cubicle in the faculty instead of helping you get settled first; when you didn’t make a fresh pot of tea for him before classes started; when your small sweet gestures throughout the day were kept to a minimal; and most importantly, when neither you nor Levi wore your matching gold rings.

The faculty was nearly empty, save for himself, Hange, Moblit, and the two people who were having a lover’s quarrel. The entire day went by without seeing you two walk side by side like you usually would, and Erwin was pretty sure Levi’s permanent frown somehow got deeper.

Yeah. Something was horribly wrong.

“Pssst.” Erwin hears from the desk next to his. He turns around and is met with Hange and Moblit’s curious gazes.

“The hell happened to those two? Trouble in paradise?” Hange asks, eyeing Y/N and Levi’s grouchy faces and refusal to acknowledge each others’ existence as they each packed their things. She adds on, “Are they getting divorced?” Only to be reminded by Moblit that “They’re not dating.”

Erwin shrugs, answering Hange’s question. “No idea.”

Moblit chimes in, “I heard Petra tried asking Levi out yesterday and now Y/N is jealous.”

She scoffs. “Y/N isn’t the jealous type. Besides, Petra’s part of the bet so that means she thinks they’re going to get together.”

“I’m part of the bet and I don’t think they’re going to get together.” Moblit points out. “And Petra stares at Levi the way Levi stares at Y/N.”

“Full of disdain and irritation?” Hange asks.

“No,” Erwin finally interjects. “Full of love and admiration.”

“Can the three of you creeps keep your mouths shut?” Hange, Erwin, and Moblit’s heads snapped to the direction of the voice, eyes meeting a pissed off Levi with a pissed off Y/N beside him. It seems like their hushed whispering wasn’t so hushed at all.

“When you gossip about our private life the least you could do is wait until we’ve left the room.” You gritted.

“No, it wasn’t-” Hange tries to defend herself but is cut off by Levi, “We already heard you talking. Now out with it before I change my mind about letting this slide.”

The three guilty professors sigh, sharing a look before Erwin decides to come clean. “We’re concerned for you.” He starts. “You’ve been ignoring each other the entire day and whatever this fight is, it’s the worst one I’ve seen you have.”

You sigh. “Listen, it’s not that we don’t appreciate your concern, it’s just that-”

“-it’s just that it’s none of your goddamn business.” Levi interjects and you immediately glare at his rudeness.

“Shut it, Levi. I don’t have time for your bull.”

“And I don’t have time for your petty lies.”

The three watched as you and Levi begin to quarrel, sharp words and irritated glares thrown around with each passing second. Your voices overlapped with each other as Erwin tried to make sense of what it was you were even fighting about, some words about betrayal in the highest degree and ruining a good thing and a relationship built on lies being the few words he understands.

Finally, he has enough.

“Stop.” Erwin says loudly but firmly. The two of you pause from your bickering him and stare at him incredulously; he continues to speak, “We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re grown adults. I’m getting tired of playing mediator whenever you fight but if I have to do it again so you stop yelling, then I will.”

He sighs. “Now what the hell are you two fighting about?”

“Y/N started it.” “Levi started it.” You say at the same time, and Erwin feels a headache coming but decides to ignore it.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

The two of you stare at each other angrily, almost daring the other to back down. This goes on for a few seconds before Levi finally sighs and speaks.

“Y/N thinks lemon scented detergent is better than lavender scented detergent.”

Hange and Moblit snicker but quickly shut up when Erwin gives them a look. He wasn’t even surprised that a fight as small and menial as this would be the fight that tears his favorite power couple apart.

“It is and you know it.” You reply defiantly and Levi groans in frustration, hand holding his head in disbelief as he quietly mutters, “I can’t believe I’m marrying someone who thinks lemon is better than lavender.”

At that, Hange’s ears perk up. “You’re getting married?!” She screams, and the two of you look at her in confusion, fight suddenly forgotten.

“Yeah, next week.” You reply wearily. “We emailed you the invites.”

If Erwin thought your bickering was loud, then the squeal that Hange let out was nothing short of deafening as she suddenly lunges at the couple, forcing them into a group hug as she cheers, “I knew it! I fucking knew it! You are together.”

Levi scoffs. “Don’t be silly, it’s for tax purposes. Apparently the bank won’t approve the loan for our new house unless we’re legally wed; something about tax fraud.”

“House?” Moblit echoes. “Don’t you already live together?”

You nod. “Yeah, but we figured the kids-”

“Dogs.” Levi corrects.

“-deserve a yard to run around in. Our apartment’s getting too cramped for the four of us.”

“Don’t ruin this for me!” Hange yells. “I have a wedding to plan.”

Levi sighs. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, four-eyes. There isn’t going to be a ceremony. We’re going to a court house to get our marriage license approved. That’s it.”

“And we invited you and Erwin to be our witnesses.” You explained. “There isn’t going to be a celebration but we’re going to host a small dinner party for close friends and family.We’d greatly appreciate it if you can RSVP to the emails within the week so we know how much food to prepare.”

The three professors nod, each exchanging pleasant smiles. It wasn’t the wedding invite they were hoping to receive but it was still a wedding invite nonetheless, and they weren’t about to burst your bubble.

“Hold on a second,” Erwin mutters, suddenly remembering one detail. “Where are your rings?” He gestures to your ringless hands.

“We had them engraved with our initials. Makes things more believable.” Levi answers. “If you’re done with the dumb questions, we’ll go ahead now.”

He doesn’t wait for them to answer as he holds your hand in his, walking you out of the faculty room and into the hallway as he pretends not to notice his friends giggling like teenagers at the information you just shared.

“So...” You start, giving him a warm smile as you squeezed his hand. “Do you think they’re catching on?”

Levi lets out a rare smile, eyes softening as he looks at you. “No. They’re too dumb to know we’re actually together. They’ll eat up whatever bullshit explanation we come up with.”

“Okay, but remind me again why we have to keep pretending like we’re not actually together and not actually getting married next week?”

He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles affectionately before placing his hand on the small of your back.

“Does it bother you that they don’t know?” He asks, and you hum as you think it through. “No. It’s actually really entertaining.” You laugh. “But why don’t you want them to know?”

He shrugs, pulling you closer to him. “That’s what they get for placing stupid bets.”

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thesunicarusfellfor · 4 years ago

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Small Actions (Create Big Ripples) CC!Plat!Ranboo x GN!Reader

I've been thinking lately about this little drabble and it makes me a bit upset? Like.. I'm in this position high key but theres nothing I can do about it...

(R/R/n) stands for Ranboo's real name. Also if you're really tall.... No you're not. Shhhh. For plot purposes

You stayed away from social media as much as possible. Now, don't get me wrong, you used to love watching Youtubers play their games and happily interact with their fans.. But growing up, you never seemed to have enough money to donate when they streamed, or go to events where they were.

You had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped you through life, or shaped your personality.. Or saved you. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it..

You'd probably just get a simple, "Aw. Happy I could help." Before turning back to their game without blinking twice.

So, you just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show your appreciation.. But you never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'

Eventually it hurt too much to keep watching the content creators that raised you, so you just stopped and went on with your life.

It was hard, but at least you didn't have to deal with the fact that you would never be able to thank the people you watched for making your life that much better.

As time went on, while you still heard about the creators, it was just... less. Now people were non stop blabbering about these people from something called the DreamSMP?

Your sister was obsessed with it to say the least, and you always heard her mumbling about strange people like Technoblade? Or Sapnap? And apparently some people had children with inanimate objects?! Like a Samsung Fridge and a salmon?! Yeah you didn't even bother trying to understand what she was rambling about most of the times. It just spun your head in circles.

"Okay, I gotta take my mutt to the vet," Your sister and closest friend, (S/n), tilted her head towards the backseat to her dog as you sat in the passenger seat. "You think you'll be good to do the shopping for two or so hours? I'll call when I'm finished, and plus I know how you can get distracted with looking at some things."

"Yeah, I think I'll be good." You nodded slightly, going over the list in your hand of things to get for your classes, food and just some clothing for the changing seasons.

(S/n) pulled into the parking lot and looked you over briefly, "You forgot your mask didn't you?" She watched as your hands flew up to your face to feel for the fabric, but you didn't find it so you fished through the pockets of your sweater before smiling nervously at the driver. "Uuugggggggghhhh. Of course. Okay, I got a new one from the merch store that you can use, but do not damage it! I spent a whole $30 on it!"

Scoffing as you rolled your eyes, you snagged the half white and half black mask away from her, "You and your merch. Honestly, (S/n), your obsession scares me. But anyway, thanks. I won't get it damaged, I swear." You pulled the mask onto your face after giving her a smile and walked into the store as she drove off.

Sighing slightly, you walked in, sanitized your hands, and set off on your journey to find the things you needed. Surprisingly, today seemed to be a good day as you miraculously pulled the card that didn't have the busted wheel!

Humming a soft tune to yourself, you paced up and down aisles in search of (S/n)'s favourite coffee. Pausing for a moment as you scanned the shelves, you finally spotted it and made a noise of anger as you realized it was on the very top shelf. "Oh, I hate it here..." You mumbled, a phrase you had picked up from your sister who was really big on trends like that.

Grumbling to yourself, you stood on the tips of your toes, jumped up and down, even climbed the shelves a small bit, but it just seemed to brush by your fingertips every time. Apparently it had been long enough to the point where someone had wandered into the aisle as well.

"Hey... Uh.. Nice mask? You need help?" A male voice asked very hesitantly making your head turn towards him. He was t a l l and literally could tower over you if you got close enough. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair possibly? It looked a little damp so you couldn't really tell. Rain had been in the weather report, but guess it couldn't hold off long enough. Oddly enough, he was wearing dark sunglasses and the exact same mask as you?

'Maybe he's a fan of one of (S/n)'s fandoms?' You stepped back with a sheepish smile and a blush. "Oh! Yes please! Uhm.. Also, could you tell me about what these masks represent? This is my sister's... And I kinda want to make sure I'm not looking like I'm part of some gang or something."

The tall boy reached up for the coffee before pausing midway through and looking at you in surprise. "You don't know who... Oh, it's just from a Twitch Streamer.." He murmured rather softly as he got the coffee down for you.

With a cheerful "Thank you!" You placed the container in the cart. "Oh? Yeah that makes sense. My sister loves that kind of stuff. Are they... A good person?"

"I-I'd like to think so." He nodded quickly. "Are you not.. Like, a fan of content creators? Like.. Uh.. Dream or (P/F/C)?" (Past favourite creator)

"Well... I mean I used to really like (p/f/c) when I was younger. But it kind of... Saddened me, you know?"

He looked at you again and tilted his head a bit, "Saddened you? Did they do something bad?"

"No no! It's just... I try to avoid joining fandoms, even if they make me really happy while in them despite the toxicity. I really enjoy the people who create content, and I like watching them have fun... It's just.." Were you really gonna spill some personal stuff to some stranger who showed you the slightest bit of kindness? Not originally. But he kept watching you, patiently waiting for you to continue the sentence. "They'll... Never know.. How much they saved me."

"Oh.. I see. Yeah.. I've had that happen a lot. When, I watch this guy's streams," He pulled at his mask for a moment, "People always donate money and tell him how much they appreciate him for getting them through rocky times.. It's heartwarming to say the least but he does sound genuinely thankful."

"Oh that's sweet.. What does he do? Or what's he like?" You asked with a smile, although he couldn't see it, as you crouched down to get something from the sheleves. "Unless you have places to be of course!"

He looked a little surprised at first, "Ah... I got time. It's just.. Kinda nice being able to talk to people again after quarantine..." He trailed off briefly before taking something off the shelf as well and putting it in his basket, "Uh.. The streamer is a popular minecraft player. He recently hit a record during a stream and everyone lost their minds. He's a little painfully awkward at some points but he enjoys playing the games and interacting with his chat."

"Oh he sounds nice! I would definitely want to friends with someone like him!" You chuckled softly before frowning and glancing away. "Oh.. Popular.. So I'd be another comment in the flood of a chat.. Damn. I got a little excited. Oh! My bad, I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you!" You laughed softly in an attempt to brush off the sad atmosphere you made.

"(R/r/n). But everyone just calls me Ranboo. Nice to meet you too." He sounded as if he was smiling but there was a soft sadness in his tone. "Do you not like popular streamers then?"

"No, it's just... that I had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped me through life, or shaped my personality.. Or saved me.. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it.. I suppose it just left me feeling a bit hopeless and like a broken record of every other fan of theirs. So, I just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show appreciation.. But I never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'.."

Ranboo seemed slightly more upset and he shifted his basket into his other hand, "I don't think it's like that at all.. I believe that streamers and creators truly cherish anyone who even interacts with their videos, and even though they know there's some people in the world who can't say anything or buy their merchandise, the creators still know that they're there. They appreciate everyone who comes along their path, whether they support them by giving them money, criticism or their attention!"

You blinked at how... Passionate your new friend was about this topic before smiling softly. "I guess... It never passed my mind.. Thank you Ranboo.. Hey, you wanna be friends and get to know each other more?"

His expression was unreadable due to the fabric covering his mouth and nose, and the glasses covering his eyes. "Oh! Sure!" He sounded quite happy, so you were guessing that you weren't being too awkward. "Here's my number, as long as you promise to never give it to anyone. Even if someone wants to get to know me, okay?"

You took out your phone and looked at him with a strange expression, but quickly nodded. 'Maybe he is just really strict about his privacy.' Once he gave you the number, you sent a quick text to him to give him your contact in return. "Great! It was wonderful meeting you, I hope we can hang out more often! After.. covid of course."

Eagerly nodding, Ranboo finished writing your contact into his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Oh yeah definitely! I'll see you soon, (Y/n)!"

Parting your separate ways, you looked down at the newly added contact, 🤍Ranboo🖤 (Platonic hearts), with a smile.

Maybe small actions weren't as useless as you thought...

#ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo dreamsmp #ranboo dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #reader insert #x reader

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binniedeactivated · 4 years ago

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hello binnie 👉👈 can i request a dom!beomgyu x fem!reader smut that follows the enemies to lovers plot line? maybe add in some degradation kink and jealousy or something (if possible) 👀 thank you!!

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱

a/n: this is my first time writing an arranged marriage fic so tell me if ya’ll like it (pls)

in his cleanly tailored black suit, an impatient beomgyu taps his foot in the corridor. he checks his watch for the fifth time in 6 minutes, looking over at the guards and driver with frustration.

“I don’t understand what’s taking her so long. what is she doing?”. he seethes.

“if you like I can check on her for you sir”. the maid asks politely. beomgyu nods and gestures toward the spiraled staircase of their oversized, luxurious home. “can you please? thank you”.

you were finishing the last touches on your makeup. you loved your outfit and you thought you looked gorgeous in your skin tight , satin salmon colored dress. however the only thing bad about this outing is that you had to go with your husband, choi beomgyu. marriage is one of the happiest times in any woman’s life but not yours. you didn’t have the beautiful, unpredictable love story like the average person. instead you were arranged in a marriage with a person you weren’t compatible with.

and the worst part about it all is that you couldn’t back down even if you tried. coming from a rich and rather popular family yourself, they wanted you to marry someone similar that could possibly understand you better and match your sentiments and luxury. so they picked the infamous choi beomgyu, apart of one the biggest, richest clans in the nation. as soon as you and beomgyu first interacted you knew there would be nothing to look forward to other than the downfall of your marriage. and you were just waiting for your family to see that.

“excuse me? mrs. choi? mr. choi was wondering if you were going to be ready any time soon?”.

you rolled your eyes. “tell him I’m coming down. I don’t know why he’s rushing me”. she nods her head and closes the door while you grab your purse. you took one last glimpse in the mirror and spread just a bit more glitter gloss on your lips before you were walking down the staircase. glancing up from his watch annoyed he glares up at you and tries his best to keep his eyes from skimming your curves.

“I don’t know why it takes you so long to get dressed. we’re going to an anniversary banquet not the grammy awards”.

“I don’t know why you feel like you have to rush me all the time. I said I was coming down. the venue is only 10 minutes away and the event doesn’t start for another 30 minutes”.

you say with just as much attitude as him, the guards helping you step into your heels as soon as you arrived at the bottom of the staircase. you whisper a small thank you while another wraps your fur coat around your neck. by this time anyone who worked in the choi residence were used to their frequent bickering. so there was no use in trying to get the duo to stop.

“yeah and we have to account for traffic. you also know that since I’m the son of the chief I have to be there on time. I don’t have time to be waiting for you to play in your little makeup box”.

you both head out of the door with the guards helping you to the car. the car was the worst out of all locations. since you two had a designated driver everywhere it meant that you would have to sit in a partitioned backseat with beomgyu.

you began talking as soon as the door closed behind you. “just because you get dressed two hours before every event doesn’t mean I have to do the same thing”.

“did I even say that? I’m just saying you have to start taking time into consideration. I don’t care how you get ready”.

“you were implying it so I’m letting you know. And I don’t care if you’re the chief ‘s son or not. I don’t care that you’re my husband. I don’t have to listen to you”.

“if you keeping doing what you want to do you’re going to give both of our families a bad reputation and we’re both going to lose our status and become poor. and I’m sure with all that glamorous shit that you wear becoming poor is your biggest nightmare”.

“and do you see how cocky you are? I’m pretty sure becoming poor is your biggest nightmare too. so how about we not go into that subject?”.

“I’ll go into whatever subject I want to go into because you don’t listen”.

“and who exactly do I have to listen to? please tell me”.

beomgyu rolls his eyes and sighs, he diverts his gaze to the scenery out the window while shooing you off. “you know what I don’t care anymore”.

you smacked his hand away. “don’t shoo me away Iike I’m some animal beomgyu. have some damn respect”.

“why would I respect you if you don’t respect me?”.

“I’m done talking to you. just stop talking”.

“good I’ve been waiting for you to be done”.

“good”. you say turning towards your own window in frustration. god he knew how to work your nerves.

“good”. he repeats back. and the both of you maintain the silence until it was time to actually speak at the event. it was the choi clan’s anniversary tonight and everyone couldn’t wait to see their baby boy beomgyu with his wife. it was something they all couldn’t believe considering they all raised him since he was in diapers. however acting like a married couple with beomgyu was the last thing you wanted to do tonight.

but nevertheless beomgyu snatches your hand in his before you two walked in the corridor. you wanted to say something but you guys were immediately bombarded by hugs and kisses from grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and even old cousins. most of them complimented how cute you two looked together and even asked when you guys were going to have children. you could just puke at the thought. you and beomgyu hadn’t even slept in the same bed.

the both of you sat down to your assigned dining table and other than the fact that you had to play pretend with beomgyu, you admired the historic decor and architecture of the venue.

“oh my gosh you guys are just so adorable together! let me tell you when beomgyu was little he always wanted to get married. he always talked about having a wife it was so cute. I’m glad to see he got his wish with someone as beautiful as you!”. one of his aunts complimented you both as soon as you sat down. you plastered on a fake smile and beomgyu nods with another fake smile of his own.

“can I get a picture if you don’t mind? I would love to add this to my photo album!”.

beomgyu puts his hand up and laughs, “auntie you really don’t have to right now. we can take pictures later”.

she flips her hand in the air, “oh! nonsense beomgyu! now you two pose for my camera”. she insists holding it up. you just wanted to come out of your body for a moment to see how awkward you both looked.

“guys! sit like you love each other. maybe you can kiss him on his cheek? that would be adorable!”.

now that was way too far for your liking. you shook your head and laughed to avoid it but you felt beomgyu nudging you underneath the table.

“just do it”. he murmured.

“no I’d rather be caught dead than lay my lips on you”.

“stop acting like a fucking child. just do it”.

for the sake of the status of you both, you positioned your lips right near his cheek but not letting them touch. she held up her camera but quickly put it down and laughs. “I don’t know why this looks staged. you two love each other! how about you just kiss? the cheek kiss looks a bit too fake for me”. she says before holding up her camera again.

the both of you swallow. he turns to you, “i promise after this my lips will never touch you again”. he whispers.

“good”. you mutter.

“good”. he repeats. he holds his breath before pressing his lips against yours. she quickly snapped the picture and jeered at the cuteness of it. but you couldn’t help but think about the softness of beomgyu’s lips and how they matched perfectly with yours. how he kissed you so passionately in such a short amount of time. how he made your heart pound. he quickly pulled away once he realized he was kissing you a bit too long knowing you were probably going to scold him. but for the first time in a long time you didn’t really want to.

the event was starting and the both of you bit your lips while diverting your gazes elsewhere. as the night progressed, oddly enough you avoided each other at all costs. even if that meant sparking conversations with a couple of gyu’s cousins just to do so. but like the jealous cousins’ they were though they were definitely doing more flirting than conversing. you had to say receiving other male attention wasn’t half bad. it wasn’t like you and beomgyu were a thing anyways.

beomgyu gently stirs his cup though, eyeing you from across the room. his uncles were giving him advice for marriage but he could only focus on the way his cousin subtly flirted by kissing you on the back of your hand multiple times. and it didn’t make it any better when you were blushing in response. it scared beomgyu because he hated you. and you hated him. so he couldn’t understand why he was getting jealous but he was and he couldn’t stop himself. his jealous aura made things much colder especially when you two were back in the car.

“and then here you go, having an attitude about something else“. you roll your eyes. as the door closed after you.

“i don��t know why you say shit like that if you know you cause them”.

“what did I do this time? I barely said a word to you tonight”.

“exactly. you were too busy exchanging them with my cousin”.

“and why does it concern you? we’re barely a couple let alone married”.

“do you realize that if you even slip up a little bit it affects our reputation? do you not think about that?”.

“why aren’t you addressing your cousin too then? he was flirting with me first”.

“and you were flirting back”. beomgyu snapped with his annoyed gaze out the window once more. you stared at him curiously.

“what? are you jealous?”.

“stop talking to me”.

you roll your eyes at his attitude again. he pissed you off so much. “I don’t even know why you’re jealous. we kissed for the first time tonight. we’ve been married for almost a year. doesn’t that say something about this whole entire relationship?”.

“I said stop talking to me”.

“what did I say about me not having to listen to you? I’m tired of you thinking you own--”.

in the blink of the eye beomgyu grabbed you and pulled you on his lap while his hand squeezed your jaw tightly, squishing your cheeks inwards.

“you know what? shut the fuck up. shut up. I am sick and tired of your attitude. every single time I say something you escalate it and drag it. no one can ever tell you shit because you feel like you know everything. I’m sick of it. I don’t want to be in this marriage as much as you but guess what? we don’t have a choice. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life arguing with you this shit is getting old. do you understand me?”.

your eyes grew as his tone of his voice. he slipped into a dialect you never heard out of him before. your heart raced and you nod at his words with your jaw aching painfully. he finally releases you and you glare back at his angered face while touching your jaw. you breathe heavy,

“why couldn’t you have gotten your point across without putting your hands on me?”.

“because I know you’d like it if I put my hands on you wouldn’t you?”.

and after that line, there was nothing but the heated stares and silence rising from the space between you. beomgyu took this time to admire your body from this close. he lets his fingers brushes against your thighs, following up your curves and your boobs and you let him. because it’s what you wanted. it’s all you wanted. you wanted beomgyu to touch you.

he stared you in your needy eyes before clasping his hand around your neck.

“you like it don’t you?”.

as soon as you bite your lips and nod beomgyu is already crashing his lips into yours. it was a kiss identical to this kiss from earlier except this time he kissed you hungrily. all this time he was craving you and now he couldn’t get enough. each time he pulled back for air he went in for more allowing his tongue to battle yours like a warrior, both pair of your hands curiously wandering the unfamiliar body of the other. he lifts your dress up and you unbuckle his slacks. he inches down to your neck and sucks skin burning hickeys that elicited soft moans from your lips. and they turned beomgyu on more than they should’ve because he never heard you moan before. he unzips your dress, let his fingers tease your slit through your panties while his tongue made a trail to your nipples.

you gasp in shock at the way he was sucking them, his head bobbing slowly on each nub before flicking them with his tongue. you mewl soft enough to be inaudible to the driver. not that he could hear much anyway with how loud the engine was roaring. he sticks his fingers in your panties and tease your clit while sucking your nipples obediently like the puppy he was. you push down and grind on his fingers, never in a million years thinking you’d be moaning for gyu like this.

he clasps his hand around your neck once more watching your grind your hips down on his fingers. he scoffs, “with the way you speak to me you don’t deserve to feel this good”. your head tilted back as your needy noises flooded the air. you wanted him so bad. you knew this wouldn’t be enough to get you off.

“look at your face. you want to be fucked don’t you?”. you nod as best as you could. “beg for it”.

you shamelessly obliged. “pplease beomgyu, please fuck me”.

“tell me that you’re going to stop talking back to me“.

“ffuck i’m going to stop talking back”. you groan.

“tell me you’re going to work on your attitude”.

“I’m ggoing to work on my attitude!”.

“you promise?”.

“yyes I promise”. you stammer.

words couldn’t explain how good you felt when beomgyu finally stuffed himself in you. he kept his thumb on your clit and fucked up into you as fast and hard as he possibly could. he disregarded your sweet cries or the love bites you created in his neck. he disregarded how much you clawed at his shoulder blades or squeezed the back of his neck. you were sopping wet for him and he wanted to feel all of you. he didn’t care how rough he was. he wanted to teach you a lesson once and for all.

“you’re so fucking--mmh”. beomgyu groans.

you caress his wrists while he chokes you and you moan while mindlessly drooling all over his fingers. he rubs your clit in small circles. you pant heavily feeling your hips stutter in his thrusts. “yyou’re going to make me ccum beomgyu-”. you whine, “fuck you’re going to make me cum”, you whine in a higher tone than anticipated.

“after you cum I don’t want to hear any mouth from you anymore. who owns you?”.

“yyou ! you own me beomgyu! fuckkk I’m cumming”.

your hips bucked while you released only for beomgyu to clutch your thighs and continue his sloppy thrusts inside you. you feel bad for the mess you were making on his lap but it seemed as if he didn’t care. you whined into the crook of his neck while he was overstimulating you until he finally got his fix.

“I’m almost done baby”. he groans while thrusting into you a few more times before painting your insides with his cum. with a heaving chest he lands a hot blooded kiss on your mouth.

“if we’re... going to start being nice to each other i’m sorry for talking to you that way“, -- “you just get me so angry sometimes”.

you couldn’t believe your ears. choi beomgyu was apologizing. you swallow your pride and kiss him back.

“it’s going to take a long time for me... to get used to being nice to you but I’m willing to try“,--- “and I’m sorry for my attitude and the way I belittle you. I’ll work on it”.

beomgyu smirks. “because I own you right?”.

you roll your eyes and playfully scoff. “fine”.

#choi beomgyu #beomgyu #beomgyu smut #tomorrow by together #txt smut

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wevegottogetaway · 4 years ago

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Thanks fo’ saving my ass tonight

I got so much going on with uni, but I couldn’t resist. If you too are queen/king of procrastinating uni work, you have my deepest support! Hope you enjoyed x

TW: none (except fool language)

Part 2 - Part 3*

Office parties have never been y/n’s cup of tea, the idea of enjoying yourself in the very place people usually count down the hours before they can leave, is rather ludicrous in her humble opinion. Alas as the boss’ personal assistant, she not only had to plan and organize the whole shebang but her presence was also required, supervision purposes and all that. The only solace sweetening the deal for her was that she’d be in charge of the catering too, and y/n learnt very early on that good food and greater booze could make any boring work function at least tolerable.

Now that the festivities are in full swing, conversation flowing almost as heartily as the champagne in the guests’ eager mouths, y/n thinks she did quite well. The vast open space of the office is decorated with taste, the music set at the perfect level as to not overpower the boring chitchat bouncing off its walls, and to her greatest delight, the catering company she hired has truly outdone themselves. All in all, everybody seems to be having a grand time, and y/n decides that’s reason enough to officially relieve herself of her supervisor’s duties.

As she scans over the assortment of canapés, mini-quiches, crudités and other mouth-watering ambrosias, y/n fails to notice the tall figure casually approaching her. She’s in the midst of pondering whether she should try the humous or a cream cheese and salmon toast first, mouth salivating and stomach growling in appetite, when a raspy voice interrupts her inner battle, "I see m’not the only one who’s here just fo’ the food".

Her eyes pop off the delicious hors d’oeuvres to the sight gracing them next and she doesn’t know which is the most appetizing. Because standing a few feet from her is Harry, vibrant smile and pretty dimples on show, as he leans over the verrines platter to pick the best-looking one. He’s wearing an olympic blue floral suit on top of a scandalously unbuttoned transparent shirt, a bold number that would grant anyone else looks of surprise and confusion but looked absolutely divine on his broad frame. Besides, after two years working at the office, everyone had gotten used to his unconventional fashion choices by now.

Y/n quirks an eyebrow in curiosity as she dips a cucumber stick in a bowl of humous, before quipping, "not a big fan of these things?"

Harry lets out a small chuckle in a ‘no kidding’ way, and attaches his emerald eyes to hers, "they’re kind of a drag, if m’bein’ honest."

She smiles at his admission, realizing they both share an aversion for mundanities, "I know right. Like, why party here where everyone has to be on their best behavior when we could be down at the bar without the boss gallivanting around?" she cries out in exasperation and not for the first time, Harry thinks she’s quite possibly the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. His smile widens the tiniest bit at her passionate rant, "my thoughts exactly. Do we even know what we’re supposed to celebrate?" The question makes her laugh, she wouldn’t have known either if not for her involvement in the affair, "well as the person behind this all drag," she give him a pointed look at his jeering choice of word, "it would be weird if I didn’t."

Harry’s face falls at the possibility of having offended her, but his uneasiness quickly dissipates when she starts laughing at him. "M’sorry, that came out wrong," he tells her before letting out a giggle of his own and y/n revels in the moment. The idea of interacting with him beyond the usual ‘here’s the presentation for today’s conference’ or ‘do you have the quarterly report ready’ is rather intoxicating for her already feeble nerves. "Don’t worry, I take no offense, I’m just as bored as you are," she reassures him with a smile, "the party is for a new potential investor, something about wooing them with some ‘corporate fun’. S’a load of bullshit if you ask me".

Harry nods at the explanation unimpressed, his boss’ intentions being the least of his worries. Aside from being the classic douche every manager typically insists on being, the guy has always made his distaste about him pretty clear, so Harry would rather focus on more interesting things. Like how beautiful y/n looks right now, her hair tied up in a loose bun at the top of her head, leaving a few strands to fall around her face. "You look amazing, by the way," he brings himself to say, though he thinks his compliment doesn’t even do her justice.

Y/n looks down at her own outfit then: a knee-length red dress composed of a skater skirt and a backless top that only holds with a couple pressure buttons clasped behind her neck. Her cheeks warm up to match the color of her apparel, betraying the timidity she’s always fallen victim of whenever he happened to be in her vicinity. Y/n’s never been one to shy away from her feelings or trip over her own words when facing her crushes, but there is something about Harry that teleports her right back to her sheepish 13 year-old teenage self. Also, she’s not too keen on office romances and the drama that usually ensues so she’s always made sure to stifle her blossoming attraction and keep their relation work-appropriate. Surely that must account for most of her awkwardness, doesn’t it?

Her eyes trail back to his face and her response comes in a shy euphemism, "thank you, you clean up quite nicely yourself." It’s enough to quirk Harry’s lips in a bashful smile, their complexion evidently on edge as they tread uncharted territories. Professionalism has always regimented their interactions with kind but polite rigidness, neither of them quite inclined to cross that invisible line, but tonight seems to challenge that.

Tonight, Harry is resolute in his infatuation, no longer inhibited from social construct but driven by a quest for knowledge; anything that will help him decipher her carefully shielded crux. Tonight, he endeavors to scrape the edges of her rough diamond to expose the gem encapsulated inside, peel back the stoic layers of her exterior to find her unapologetic and intrinsic nature. Tonight, he is thirsty for secrets and confidential disclosures, and he won’t leave until he’s drained it all out of her. Unless she tells him to fuck off, obviously.

Harry keeps the conversation going as he browns the buffet for a new delicacy to snack on, "so, what would you be doing if you didn’t have to be here?" He wants to know everything, the present and the past, the good and the bad, the superficial and the substance, the messy and the orderly, but he figures he should start by what she likes to do in her own time. The things that loosen her up after a tense week at work, the things that will make her eyes shine with passion as she relates them back to his curious mind.

The question reaches her ears as she takes a sip of her drink, "mmm," she smiles around her glass before placing it back on the table, "-that’s easy. Playing pool with the gang at Gibson’s." Her answer spills without hesitation, a heap of follow-up questions already brewing up in Harry’s brain, but the foreign name is what beckons his attention first, "Gibson’s?" he echoes with a faint rumple pulling the skin between his eyes. Is that the name of a friend? A boyfriend? Out of all the questions he’s contemplated, y/n’s relationship status never crossed his mind. He’s always assumed her to be a single woman, the evidence of a significant other never present in her language and demeanor.

A wave of relief washes over him at her elaboration, "it’s a bar couple blocks from my place. It’s been my friends and I’s HQ ever since we all met." The sentiment has her eyes sparkle at the remembrance of all the happy memories the place hosted, and Harry stores the information in his mental list of all y/n’s soft spots.

"Sounds rad, so you play pool?" he inquires with enthusiasm. He’s been knows to play a game or two in his youth, though it’s been a hot minute since he’s felt the weight of the cue in his hands as he sinks ball after ball in their respective pockets. He remembers the elation of it all, the adrenaline coursing through his veins at each successful strike, and his heart flutters at the thought of ever sharing a game with her; she seems like the competitive type in the most entertaining way possible. Before his thoughts can spiral into much filthier realms, like bending her over the table mid-game when his own skills prevail and she turns into a sore-loser, y/n’s voice rings him back to reality.

"Uh uh, correction," her expression suddenly turns in false seriousness before she proves him right about her competing tendencies, "I win at pool." Her eyes are so full of confidence, a spice of mischief sparkling in their corner, she would have no difficulty persuading anyone of anything that passes the threshold of her mouth. Harry certainly doesn’t doubt her mastery of the bar game, but it doesn’t stop him from challenging her in a slightly elevated pitch, "oh is that so?"

Y/n only grins at the banter, not at all fazed by his taunting remark, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." She reaches for another snack, not taking her come-hither look off his handsome face, and Harry revels in her flirtatious advances, a smug smile taking possession of his lips as he surfs of the same wave of seduction. "Is that a challenge?" he philanders back, fueling the sensual back-and-forth they seem to have embarked upon.

"Not much of a challenge if I know I’ll win," y/n replies with cheek, her self-assurance once again burgeoning like sexy wildflowers sprouting from the ground underneath Harry’s feet, wrapping around his ankle and growing along his body to twine around his spellbound heart. He absolutely loves her unfaltering aplomb, finds it undoubtably sexy but he can’t let her know that just yet.

"Cocky."

"Confident."

They both chuckle at their repartee, enjoying this ping-pong of quick-witted banter they’ve never found in anybody else before. It’s like their intellects were meant to collide in galvanizing forces, the encounter of two fiery psychs too brilliant to one up the other.

Harry is mesmerized by their connection, if he knew sparks would fire this bright, he would have made a move ages ago. "Fuck, you’re something else," he shakes his head in incredulity before confessing, "definitely not what I expected."

Y/n’s chest tingles at his comment, a rivulet of liquid glee leaking through her arteries to pump her heart and her ego full of bliss, "Oh so you expected something, did you?" She punctuates her teasing with a thousand-watts power smirk, and Harry finds it strikingly alluring.

Not about to let her have the upper hand however, a burst of smugness crosses his features as he boomerangs her earlier allurement back to her, "maybe you’ll have to find out for yourself." It earns him a deep jazzy laugh rooted in her tummy and a tinge of pride swirling in his own. He wants to pry laugh after laugh from her belly until her last giggle, only relenting once the muscles in her chest are aching from unbridled joy.

Y/n sighs in content before taking a bite out of a mini-tartlet as she considers how to proceed in this much too flirty conversation. "So what would you be doing tonight, if not for this stupid party?" she returns his first question before realizing, "-wait a sec, what are you doing here if you hate these things so much? My presence was mandatory but yours isn’t."

"I’ll have you know I was coerced into coming too," he quips back in a fake defensive tone, hand pressing to his chest, "Mike from accounting begged me to tag along, he just broke up with his girlfriend so I didn’t have the heart to tell him no." The selfishness of the gesture softens her heart in a goo of adoration, but she can’t let him know that just yet.

"Softie."

"Chivalrous."

His comeback has her giggle, a rejoinder already tiptoeing at the edge of her lips, "see, who’s cocky now?" Her eyes are full of jest and lightness, somehow taking the weight of the party off his shoulders. Turns out, food and booze are not the only remedies for boring work functions, y/n’s company is just as effective if not more, and that’s with the guarantee of a hangover-less comes next morning. Harry is truly happy he decided to make an appearance tonight, a sentiment he definitely didn’t foresee for the night. The realization has him faintly shaking his head in amazement, his lips letting out another whispered "something else" softly enough that it doesn’t quite reach her already inflated ears.

"So did you have any plans tonight?" She reiterates the question not wanting to ever stop talking with him.

There are probably a hundred exciting plans he could have conjured up to come off half as intriguing as she seems to be, but instead he decides to go the honest route, "nah, I would have probably crash on my couch, this week’s been pretty hectic." His truth is confirmed by the faded blackness tinting the skin below his eyes, a proof of hard work and long hours under the heedlessness of a greedy superior. Y/n knows it all too well, having had firsthand experience with her boss’ jackassery. That’s why she directly inquires, "boss giving you trouble?"

Part of Harry is eager to steer the conversation back to more pleasant waters but he guesses talking a little bit about work was inevitable at some point, especially since they both share palpable distaste for their superior. "The maniac keeps giving me last minute reports like I’m expected to work all night along on his bullshit projects," he explains dejectedly before running his hand through his luscious curls in sign of frustration. "Barely finished in time fo’ the party tonight, I had to slip in his office to put the file on his desk, that fucker had already left."

Y/n listens attentively, her chest tightening in empathy at the recollection of his misfortune. She’s very familiar with the embittering feeling that comes with working your ass for someone that barely registers your efforts and dishes the office hours before you can even dream of clocking off. She’s faced the same scenario time and time again, including tonight, when she’d come up to lock the boss’ office hours after he left to get pampered for the party. She barely got time to make the double commute to and from her place, much less spend hours getting dolled up. She does remember the odd file on her boss’ desk though, "oh I was wondering what that blue folder was about, he never usually leave unattended paperwork on his desk."

Harry starts nodding in confirmation before stopping dead, eyes widened in distress, "wait, did you just say blue?" he asks in urgency.

Y/n frowns at his sudden agitation, her mind reeling to try and visualize the state of the surroundings she left several hours ago. She’s pretty positive she saw a blue binder laying there, not that she knows the ramifications of that simple fact, "yes I think so, why?"

The dire nature of the situation becomes painfully obvious as Harry’s face turns into a mess of dread and panic, "oh shit, oh fuck, no no no," the words keep tumbling from his mouth in a ramble of nerves. "So stupid, m’so fucked" he keeps muttering self-admonition in quiet anger, hands griping at the root of his hair.

Concern is starting to fester in y/n’s guts as she takes in his disheveled state, "Harry, Jesus, take a breath, tell me what’s going on," she steps closer to him, one hand softly holding at his biceps as she tries to connect their gazes.

Once his eyes plug into hers, pupils blown out in turmoil, he finally calms down enough to word out his mishap, "s’not the right file on his desk, I only use red binders for the reports." Spinning around out of her hold to shout his stress back to the wall in a loud "fuck!", Harry’s mind is caught up in a swirl of possible excuses to give to his boss, all sounding more ridiculous than the other. He can’t think of way to fix his mistake and escape the inevitable berating coming his way comes morning.

Fortunately for him, y/n is not about to let this happen, "it’s okay, we’ll fix this," she encourages. "What’s on his desk right now?"

Harry looks back at her then, not totally convinced that this all mayhem is salvageable. His boss is never going to tolerate this minor negligence, especially once he finds out the irrelevant material mistakenly slipped amongst his work. "My 14 year-old niece’s english project" the answer comes out as a question, a hint of self-deprecating humor lacing through his words. "Bloody hell, he’s gon’ have my head fo’ that one."

Harry is adamant in his doom, but if anything, y/n is not a quitter. "No he’s not. He hasn’t seen it yet, right? You said he was already gone when you brought the file."

He takes a long breath, "I suppose not."

"Guess it’s a good thing I have the keys to his office then, yeah?" She smiles proudly as a beacon of hope shines on his conflicted face. The forest green of his eyes seems to breath back to life in an endearing revival, effectively tugging at y/n’s heart’s merciful strings.

"Fuck, you’d do that fo’ me?" his shoulders loosen up in relief, the tension slowly simmering down to a gentle buzz, as he envisages the possibility of an illicit break-in. Well, as illicit as it may be, considering they have the keys. Still, best they don’t get caught snooping in the boss’ office, for both of their sake.

"Of course, silly. No questions asked," y/n answers with a smile, and her willingness to put herself in potential trouble, warms Harry’s heart from inside out.

"Y/n, you’re an angel, a life savior," he grabs her shoulders in each of his hands, his gratitude painted all over his soft traits. "Fuck, I could kiss you right now." The words fly out of his mouth without him realizing their significance after spending the last ten minutes coming onto her. And well, y/n isn’t too opposed to the idea either, and she thinks she might hold him to that promise in retribution for her saving grace when the time and space works better in their favor. "Alright Casanova, let’s get your ass out of this mess," she grabs her purse form the table and takes his hand to guide him through the cluster of people milling around the office space, eventually reaching the row of elevators across the room.

As they stand waiting for their lift to come, Harry starts fidgeting with nervous energy, feeling like a kid who’s about to get caught trying to steal straight from the cookie jar. "Shit, alright, we have to be discrete if we want to pull this off," he tells her, not taking his eyes off the room in case someone would look at them and read their plan straight off their guilty-looking faces.

"Says the guy in the flashy suit," y/n immediately counters, in an attempt to revive the playfulness of their synergy. The night was going swimmingly before the whole ordeal, and she’s convinced this foxy little adventure can only add to the appeal of an evening full of surprises.

Harry’s indignation at her dig teeters from his pouty lips, "hey! It’s not that bad." She giggles at his poor rebuttal, and as the doors of the elevator open, they quickly take a few steps inside.

"Harry, that suit is so loud, it could break the sound barrier," y/n teases as she eyes the crowd of people frivolously chatting away, while waiting for the door to close back.

"Thought I cleaned up nicely," he cheekily throws back her words from earlier, letting them resonate within the small confines of the elevator as they make their way up to their boss’ office.

She turns to face him then, a smile spreading on her supple lips, "don’t get me wrong, you look wonderful, just nowhere near decent for a secret spy mission."

Her words have him beaming back at her in a second, his mind fixated on her compliment rather than how impractical it is that his clothes are flashier than the Queen’s; in his defense, neither are y/n’s. "Damn, just got upgraded from nice to wonderful, this night is actually turning around," he chirps as the door open to the deserted hallway of the top floor.

"Alright, more action and less flirting, Styles," y/n playfully chides him. "Go get the right file, while I open his door, we should be quick in case he decides to bring the tour and his special guest up here." She sends him off with a tilt of her chin in what she knows to be the direction of his office, and Harry complies with ease and starts backtracking a few doors down, "yes ma’am."

While he’s gone to fetch the correct document from his office, y/n rummages through her purse to find the key of her boss’ office and unlock the door. Once she’s inside, she makes her way around the imposing mahogany desk commanding the space, and finds the imposter file sitting innocently on the polished wood. For pure curiosity’s sake, she starts leafing through its contents and lets a small chuckle as she takes in the endearing work of a young aspiring writer.

Her reading is interrupted by Harry’s hurried strides when he joins her in the room. "Here’s the damn report," he flings the folder on the desk next to his niece’s, red clashing with blue, mocking him for his slight negligence. As he absorbs the sight of y/n’s face engrossed in the teenage’s fiction, he moves slowly behind her, getting a glimpse at his niece’s whimsical words over her shoulder, before his eyes settle on the bare skin of her back.

Y/n welcomes his sudden proximity, has stranding on end as she feels the soft puffs of his breaths against her neck. "Your niece is quite the writer, does she always come to you for advice?"

She ignores the shivers running down her spine, and gulps when Harry’s voice greets her ears in a deep quiet hoarse, closer than she excepted, "usually, yeah. I was the one who got her into writing, so it’s kinda become our thing, I guess."

She smiles at his softness, "that’s really sweet," and draws in a long breath in a vain attempt to calm her jitters. She can almost feel his presence on her skin though they’re technically not touching, her fingertips tingling in anticipation.

Another frisson travels through her when he responds with a low "mhm," his nose slightly grazing behind her ear, taking in her beguiling fragrance. Jasmine and vanilla, fresh and soft, exciting and comforting at the same time; it suits her perfectly.

"Harry-" she doesn’t know what to follow the whisper of his name with. Careful? Not here? Please don’t stop? At this point, she wants nothing more than to succumb to his affections, regardless of their improper whereabouts.

Harry brushes the back of his index down the smooth skin of her back in a featherlike caress, "thanks fo’ saving my ass, tonight," he murmurs into her ear, before laying a small kiss behind it.

Y/n is exulting under his tender ministrations, her eyes closed to enhance the feeling of his touch. "Anytime," she breathes out as her head tilts backward, a hand coming behind his neck in a silent plea not to let go, and Harry smiles against her skin at her receptiveness, goosebumps of his own blossoming across his body.

His next words are out of his mouth before he can think, "mmm, I owe you a big one," his playful persona resurfacing now that the situation was handled. They snort in unison at the double-entendre, and Harry slides his free arm around her waist to bring her closer to his chest in silent remittance. Y/n doesn’t mind though, she kinda likes this boyish side of him, but she can’t let him know that just yet.

"Gross."

"Hilarious."

Their ping-pong of wisecrack is back despite the tension permeating the air. It’s the kind that speeds heartbeats and moistens palms in lustful anticipation, the kind that curtails people’s breath as their lungs fill up with voluptuous aphrodisia. "Will you let me kiss you? Show you all my gratitude? I really wanna have a taste, love," he pleads for her permission, and y/n is too consumed by desire to deny him, "have it."

In one swift move, he spins around and latches his eager lips onto her. Passion ensues, hands roaming all over each other to find the perfect hold; the back of a neck, the lapels of a suit jacket, a few strands of hair, the curve of an exposed ribcage, it’s all intoxicating but there is always more to explore. Their tongues are caught up in a heated tango of their own, swirling around each other to quench the thirst of passion, licking their lustful way around their mouths.

At one point, Y/n finds herself pressed against her boss’ desk, one leg around Harry’s waist as he attaches his hips to hers in a heated embrace that leaves them breathless upon parting. He rests his forehead against her temple as they both process the intimate exchange, not ready to burst out of this fairy bubble. "Fuck, been waiting to do that for a while," he exhales with a smile, still incredulous at the evening’s proceedings, and the girl nestled in his arms.

"Same," she agrees and gently cups his face to bring his eyes back to hers, barely believing the adoration and warmth swimming within his lovely olive irises.

Harry’s heart feels like a ticking bomb about to implode, the sweet taste of her lips already providing him with a fix he didn’t know he was addicted to. "One more," he demands against her mouth before diving into another searing kiss. This time his hands explore more meticulously, scavenging for other soft spots to add on to his mental list. The dimples in her back right above the curve of her ass seem to rival the area at her side right below the swell of her breast, but Harry is pretty sure he’ll find more sensitive spots in the near future. Hopefully.

Once again, the need for oxygen compels them to part way, but neither of them make a move to separate their tangled limbs. Y/n is reveling in the moment she’s been daydreaming about for months, "so good," she keeps whispering sweet nothing against his lips while rubbing her nose against the bridge of his.

Harry clears his throat as he regains his bearings, realizing that there are still very much in the middle of their boss’ office, a place they are not supposed to be in, doing stuff they’re not supposed to be doing. At least not here. "Let’s get outta here, yeah?" he brushes a strand of hair that fell in front of her face, "you can kick my ass at that game of pool as promised, and I’ll tend to yours once we’re back at my place, what’dya say?"

And well, how can one say no to that?

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barsformars · 4 years ago

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g - fluff; non-idol!au

p - vet!jongho × vet!reader

w.c - 1.1k+

t.w - none

c - jongho tries to prove that the cat loves him more than it loves you but him cheating just led to much desired but unexpected situations.

a.n - hello im back to make @closer-stars suffer with another jongho writing! not too sure if you would like the vet au but cats! so kdksksk hope you like it bebs <3

t.l - @closer-stars (ofc) @fromercury @jeongyunhoed @ateezlovenet

"Siru loves me more and I am going to prove it to you today," Jongho stated confidently but him sneaking her favourite salmon jerky into the front pockets of his white coat says otherwise. You pretend you don't see anything, just giving him a light shrug and a smile that Jongho can only describe as an I-would-love-to-see-you-try-for-the-umpteenth-time smile.

It's always less talk and more action when it comes to Jongho so he doesn't even bother whining about you doubting Siru's love for him. He pushes through the door to the back where Siru is resting along with the other pets in the clinic, the salmon jerky still in his pocket (of course). You quickly follow right after, not wanting to miss even a second of what was about to come. You usually wouldn't ever dream of him doing it but it's inevitable if he really wants to fight for Siru's attention.

"Siru~" Jongho cooes just like every other overly affectionate pet owner in the world. Oh yes, Jongho's pet owner voice has finally made its debut. You won't even tell him how many times you have overheard him practicing it in the exam room when he assumed you were busy attending to other animals in the other exam room. It definitely sounds much more natural now, maybe because he's actually saying it to an actual cat rather than to the canine skeleton model in his exam room.

"Siru, come here." Jongho's so determined he even included a meow between his words. You stifle a laugh as you watch him from behind. Everything you were witnessing now was ridiculous, ridiculously adorable.

The tortoiseshell seemed to have picked up the scent of her favourite treat because you see her sniffing in the direction of Jongho's pocket, her eyes fixed on it rather than Jongho's face. If he was able to get her out of her cage, even by baiting her like this, you would still acknowledge his victory. It would still be an improvement from before when she wouldn't even move a step closer to him. A small win is still a win.

Unfortunately, Jongho completely messes up when he goes on to say: "It's time for your daily check-up, baby." Yeah....using the word "baby" here wasn't going to work if the three prohibited words in the cat's dictionary was also included in the same sentence. With that, Siru folds her ears back down and immediately goes to hide in the corner of her cage.

"Great! Another free cup of coffee for me!" You chirped as you moved forward to give him a pat on his shoulder.

Jongho sighs in defeat, his shoulders slumping over. "Maybe I should have just been an ordinary doctor for humans. I still don't understand how to get the pets to warm up to me."

"Hey, that was a pretty close attempt," you comforted him. "You just need a little more practice, can't really blame you when you spend more time operating on them rather than interacting when they're conscious."

"But-"Jongho straightens his back so fast you almost lose your balance due to the shock-"I know a trick ninety-nine point nine percent of animals can't resist." He shoots you a mischievous glance and a smirk as he pulls out his 'secret' weapon, which did indeed catch Siru's attention.

Siru was already near the entrance of the cage when your competitiveness takes over you. Your first instinct was to create a distance between the two of them, and maybe you could blame it on your frequent fantasies in doing so, but your arms naturally went around his waist as you pulled him away, you now behind him once again.

"You think I didn't notice? You cheater!" You unintentionally gave him a tight squeeze as you tried to snatch the treat out of his hand and Jongho feels like you had just snatched his breath away, literally and figuratively.

"U-uh...that's a tad too tight, my dear." Jongho regrets almost instantly for saying that right now. It was not unusual for him to use it on you but using it in this situation was probably not the best idea; misunderstandings may arise.

If anyone ever asks you for an instance where your competitiveness takes over you, you're going to use this as an example because you didn't even notice the position the both of you were in until Jongho had said that. "Oh shit, sorry." You tried to take a step back and away from your colleague but it seems like the universe has other plans for the both of you because you trip over Jongho's foot in the process.

You would like to thank his quick reflexes in grabbing your arms — that were pretty much still around him — and reeling you back in, otherwise you would have crashed into the cages behind you, giving the other animals an extremely unpleasant wake-up call. But you also hate it, because now the both of you are closer than before, one cheek squished against his back and his hands firmly holding onto yours, the both of you frozen on the spot. How were you supposed to act in a situation like this?

You were the first one to break the awkward but somehow comforting silence, clearing your throat and redirecting the both of you back to the real reason you two were in here for — Siru.

"Oh yeah, Siru..."

"I'll get her," you said, pulling away cautiously this time to avoid the same situation from happening again. Jongho fingers lingers on your arms as you do just in case he needs to catch you again.

"Okay, I'll go get prepared."

"Thanks." Jongho nods in acknowledgement and heads straight towards the door, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. His heart was pumping dangerously fast, it couldn't be healthy to let it continue that way for any longer.

Jongho was just about to close the door behind him, so he could wipe away the cold sweat that was starting to drip down his warm face, when you called out to him. He can barely breathe all because of you.

"We should talk about it after work." You notice the slight confusion in his face, and though you know he's quick-witted enough to figure out what you mean, you don't want to leave any chances of him misunderstanding. "About us, I mean. But also I mean even if you have nothing to say to me, I have lots of things to tell you. So, please?"

"Sure, we can talk about us."

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eastertag · 5 years ago

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@fallenfurther gift for @willow-salix

Komorebi Forest

Prompts:

The boys organise an Easter Egg hunt for the Children’s Hospital

Anything John is ALWAYS welcome (but not Ridley)

******

John looked up from the code projected before him and stretched his neck. He was floating in Five and somehow, he still managed to get cramp. While turning his head this way and that, John stretched out his weary fingers. He hadn’t spent hours on end coding in months, and although he used his hands while coordinating rescues and maintenance duties, those activities were never quite as intense as a coding session. John let his gaze fall on the holographic globe before him. It reminded him why he was doing this.

“You are due a lunch break in 30 minutes, John. Might I suggest you take it now?”

EOS, his loyal companion, was forever watching over him. John sighed. He knew he’d asked EOS to help him keep track of the necessities, but there were times he could swear she’d spoke with Scott. The fact that the two were amenable at the best of times made him think otherwise, but maybe EOS had been watching the eldest and adopting some of his traits.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer. A break might refresh my brain. I’m struggling with the rendering code.”

John saved the file and minimised it before pushing himself out the observation room towards the station’s kitchen area, EOS following on her rail.

“What would you like in your bagel today, John? Cream cheese and chive, cream cheese and smoked salmon or peanut butter and jelly?”

“I’ll have the salmon one, EOS. Though be gentler with the toasting this time.”

“Do not worry, John, I have adjusted the settings after performing thorough recalculations. The bread should be toasted to your preferred level. I have saved the previous settings for the next time Gordon visits.”

John smiled at the memory. Gordon needed a Zero-G refresher, so had been sent up for a week. A tsunami had, thankfully, shortened his stay, as he was needed Earthside. John enjoyed Gordon best in small doses, especially when he considered fiddling with the bagel settings funny. The charcoaled bagel that had been presented for breakfast had almost been as unpleasant as the squirty cheese Gordon had been spraying everywhere. Some had made it onto his brother’s own bagel, while the rest had floated about sticking to almost every surface. John had not been impressed and Gordon ignored both John’s glare and the mess. Though there had been good moments. Gordon listened in space, giving John the same respect that John had given Gordon when it was time for John’s diving refresher. His younger brother swam through Five and there was a comfort in hearing Gordon’s laugh echo through the ring.

John took a bite of the bagel that EOS presented to him and brought up Gordon’s position with his free hand. The aquanaut was making the most of the compulsory downtime that came after any big rescue to do what he loved most. John watched the little submarine’s grid reference as the numbers fell, indicating it was diving. Thunderbird Four was a few islands away from base. John tapped the little yellow triangle, opening the comm.

“Hey John!” The cheery voice matched the grin that was on his brother’s face, “You miss me already?”

John smiled as Gordon effortlessly controlled the submarine, the hologram’s arms moving outside the frame.

“Of course. How is the local wildlife? Have you found that shoal of fish that’s been spotted in the area?”

Gordon grinned at him, his eyes sparking.

“Following them as we speak, John. Man, they are beauties! There are thousands of them John, all swimming in a chaotic swarm over the reef. It’s phenomenal. You’re missing out, John. Your stars have nothing on these fish.”

John chuckled.

“I’m happy with my stars. You enjoy your fish.”

“Sure. Catch you later!”

Gordon blinked away and John looked past the Earth to the stars beyond. Gordon never understood John’s fascination with the night sky, preferring to look down into the Earth’s depths, while John looked beyond it. Finishing off the bagel, John grabbed a space thermos of tea and headed back to the observation room. He pulled up the code and dived back in. He knew time was precious and he could be required at a second’s notice. He had a deadline too. His mind slipped easily back into motion, delving deep into the code again. The break has worked wonders on his brain and he quickly overcame the problem and started on the finer adjustments while he waited for EOS to finish her part. They could then do the first test. John jumped slightly when EOS finally spoke.

“I have completed my task, John. Shall I prepare the programme for launch?”

“Yes please, EOS.”

John grabbed the virtual reality headset and slipped it over his eyes, plunging himself into darkness. He slipped the controller out of where he had stored it in his baldric. A loading screen came up and he was presented with a start screen.

“Let the hunt begin” was written across a blurred image of a forest. Below it was a button that said “Enter Komorebi Forest”. John selected it. A loading screen appeared for a short time before a framework structure of a forest appeared around him. Using the controller, he looked around the grey maze, looking out for the small egg shapes that were scattered amongst the half-complete world. It was a surreal place right now, but he planned to make it magical. A forest that would set the children’s imagination wild and help them to forget the hospital beds they were confined to.

“Is the programme functioning as expected, John?” EOS chimed in his ear.

“It’s working as planned. There’s still the texturing and images that need to be added but that’ll be the easy part for you. If our servers can handle the extra load this programme will put on them, I think it’ll perform well.”

John continued to explore the landscape; its bare graphical bones exposed for his scrutiny. His eyes scouted around for any weak points or glitches in the matrix. All the framework was here. Branches with greyscale leaves that he had to duck under, bushes with tunnels inside and even a few huts and chalets to explore. It was all there, ready to be coloured in and finally explored.

“I’ve put a few possible plans together which you can choose from. All of them require borrowing some of the Tracy Industries servers to ensure that the programme does not interfere with the running of International Rescue.”

“Thank you, EOS. I’ll check through those later and run the best one by Scott. I’m sure he can pull the right strings.” John closed the programme and slipped the headset off. “Have you seen the file full of images which I have collated to help with the texturing of the environment?”

“I have. Would you like me to start work on that next?”

“Yes please, EOS.”

At that moment a red triangle appeared on the hologlobe that filled the centre of the room. John floated over and answered the call.

“International Rescue, what’s your situation?”

***

Alan was bored. None of his friends were online. He flicked his controller, only to remember he was meant to be beta testing John’s programme. Alan slipped on the headset. Sure, it was just an Easter Egg Hunt for the sick kids, but this was his brother John. John was meticulous with his coding and Alan was looking forward to seeing what John could do with a game design. Alan had seen some of his brother’s old coursework submissions and they had been some fantastic pieces of work. The start screen popped up and Alan entered Komorebi Forest.

He found himself in a clearing; swaying trees of beech and common lime circled him with fantastic realism. A pair of birds, possibly sparrows, flew across the clearing, their chirps filling the air. The sun was out, and the smattering of wispy clouds floated through the stunningly blue sky. In the corner the instruction ‘A to interact’ appeared. Alan moved forward. John had already shown him the character design program, and Alan had created his own slightly cartoonish version of himself. He had made the character taller than he was, because he could. Alan started to explore, heading down one of the trails. There were small bushes and ferns everywhere. Obvious places for him to look to find eggs! He went up to one and pushed 'A’. Hands appeared and moved the leaves. A rabbit bounced out the hole and between his character’s legs. Alan smiled. The kids would love that! He continued, looking both up and down. He came to an oak tree and looking into its tall branches, Alan spotted a red and gold egg. He ran up to the tree and interacted with it. The joystick then became the controller for his character’s arm. Switching between arms he made the character climb up the tree and grab the egg. As he clung to the tree, his eye on the egg count in the right-hand corner, a squirrel came down from above and studied him. It paused upside down, twisted its head side to side, before scampering along a branch and jumping into another tree. Alan failed at climbing down and ended up falling. He landed on his bottom with a jerk.

“Well done, you found one!”

The familiar voice made Alan jump. He turned and saw a small ginger haired girl standing before him. She had a realistic design, with fine detailing in her plaits. She was wearing a simple navy dress with a white star on it and blue pumps. Her green eyes looked up at him and her smile was pleasant.

“EOS?” Alan questioned.

“Yes Alan.”

“Did John make you an avatar?”

“No. I did this. What do you think? I tried to make it look more realistic. I made John one too.”

John was suddenly standing next to EOS, though the avatar didn’t move. Unlike EOS it didn’t blink. It looked so much like John but it’s blank stare sent shivers down Alan’s spine.

“Wow, EOS. That’s a really good likeness.”

“Thank you. I worked hard on it. I thought it would be appropriate for the children to see him as he is, considering the other children will see you as you are.”

Alan was relieved when the John avatar disappeared, though there was still something in the way EOS spoke that was creepy. She still had a little way to go before she would stop sounding robotic.

“And you also made yourself?”

“Yes. I thought the children would appreciate this kind of avatar over an image of my matrix or a version of my camera module.”

The idea of a floating camera in such a serene place would definitely be unnerving.

“I agree with that EOS. But why did you choose this design?”

The little girl looked quizzically at Alan and he could see the circuits calculating in the avatar’s expression. Alan wondered if this was a form of mimicry. Was EOS copying expressions they, his family, had made? He knew EOS watched the world, and probably them, learning what it means to be human and how she could be of more use to John. But how much had she picked up?

“This is the design that my processors felt would be least threatening to the children.”

Alan had to agree there. He could see the similarities in the avatar to John. Had EOS given her avatar some Tracy traits? Though standing a random girl next to an International Rescue operative and having them look like family would make EOS less threatening. Still, it felt a little odd being able to put a face to EOS. Alan would always see this avatar from now on when he thought or spoke to the AI.

“What do you think of the programme? Is it functioning well?”

“I need a little more time to explore but what I’ve seen so far is incredible.”

Alan and EOS strolled further along the trail. EOS became Alan’s guide, pointing out the bluebells and foxglove she had rendered and even the occasional insect, like the red-legged shieldbug, she’d added on one common lime. Alan was in awe of the detail. He was aware that they were using a mix of International Rescue and Tracey Industries servers to run the programme. Alan couldn’t fault his brother’s design. EOS led Alan off the track and deeper into the forest until they came to a stream with small rocky waterfalls at various points.

“This is the end of the simulation. The tree line on the other side has a barrier to stop anyone going further. Alan placed his foot in the stream. The water rushed around it with the expected fluid mechanics though with none of the cold wetness that normally accompanied a sodden shoe. The soft sounds of the water were soothing. He continued to the weeping willow trees which EOS had pointed too and tested the barrier. There was nothing to indicate it was there, but he couldn’t pass through.

“Maybe you should put something there. Something to indicate that you can’t go any further. The kids might run into it and it would be a shock when they do.”

“I see your point.”

Alan watched the young girl as she closed her eyes in thought. When she opened them again, her emerald eyes fixed on his.

“How about something like this?”

Alan turned around. String now looped between the trees; small bells attached at places which softly chimed when the breeze shook them. The barrier had moved slightly, but when Alan reached out his hand it still worked.

“That’s better.”

“I’ll complete the adjustments after you’ve finished testing.”

Alan continued down the border, testing it as he went. The stream soon disappeared behind a rocky cliff and its rockface became the barrier. Continuing along, with EOS following behind, Alan came across caves and ledges, all with Easter eggs hidden in them. The detail and thought that had gone into this place was beyond what Alan had expected when John had first suggested the idea. How John has found the time to design and code all this was not worth thinking about.

Scott had been sceptical about the idea, preferring to drag John down from Five and have him present for once. But the idea that some children would have to miss out on the International Rescue Easter Egg Hunt through no fault on their own made Scott considered the idea. Scott couldn’t say no after seeing this place. Especially if John used the avatar EOS had made. John was still going to have to come along but at least he would feel a little more comfortable interacting through the programme. They had circled back to the clearing and Alan was sold.

"I have to show this to Scott, EOS. He has to see this place!”

“There are still some final tasks to do before it is finished.”

“That’s doesn’t matter, he still has to see it.”

Alan exited the forest and pulled the headset from his head. Equipment still in hand he raced from his room towards the office where he suspected Scott to be.

***

John stood in the clearing of his forest, listening to the sounds of laughter and screeches of 'I got one!’ Right now, the entire children’s intensive care unit was hunting Easter eggs and it was John’s, with a little help from EOS and some nurses, job to make sure all went smoothly. This was the fourth batch of children to enter and he was starting to get the hang of it.

The last batch had been the cancer patients, some of which had been in isolation. John had waved from the other side of the glass, and one young lad, Bryan, had been super excited. He had never met most of the other kids on the ward, and then to see someone from International Rescue made the boy bounce around his room. Bryan had come straight up to John in the forest and chatted away. Thankfully, one of the other kids he had met dragged him away to hunt Easter eggs. John had watched as Bryan was introduced to the others. John was planning to talk to Scott about handing the programme over to the hospital so kids in isolation could meet each other regularly. There would have to be supervision and other safety measures put in place, but it could really improve the lives of these children. John could think of multiple new environments that could be rendered to keep things fresh, though they might have to outsource the design of them.

John headed down one of the paths, following the sound of laughter. One of the laughs was familiar and John paused in the shadow of a Tilia tree and watched. EOS and three other children were running around a smaller clearing. It appeared they had taught the AI how to play ‘Stuck in the mud’. A check of the time showed there was ten minutes left of the forty-minute hunt session, though after fifteen minutes most the eggs had been found and the children resorted to exploring and having fun. There were a few nurses scattered about, keeping an eye on their charges, and handling any virtual fights that broke out. EOS seemed to be enjoying herself, though John was finding it hard to tell in her new form. She was extremely proud of her craftsmanship and John had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw her using this avatar. EOS laughed again as she narrowly missed being tagged. He watched as another child was tagged leaving EOS the only one standing and cornered. The boy dashed to one side only to quickly switch direction and place his hand on her arm.

“I win!” He yelled, throwing his fist in the air.

The others came 'unstuck’ and ran to join him.

“We only have ten minutes left. Let’s go explore some more.” A girl said.

“Okay!” The other two children sang while EOS stayed quiet. The children turned to her.

“Don’t you want to explore?” The girl asked.

“I explored earlier. I’m going to go join John now. Thank you for teaching me the game.”

“Okay. Bye then.”

“Bye EOS.”

The other children disappeared into the trees and John stepped out of the shadows. He smiled at his AI. Who’d have thought she could pass as a child?

“That was an interesting interaction. I don’t get many opportunities to interact with people like this.”

“No, you don’t. It is part of keeping you safe, but we could let you explore more virtual spaces if you want.”

“I will consider it.”

They stood in companionable silence. A red admiral butterfly fluttered by, and a bird sang in a tree to their right. It was peaceful. As he stood John spotted movement around his feet. A ginger and white cat was rubbing itself against his legs. Puzzled, he knelt and stroked the digital feline. It purred and nuzzled its head into his hand. The cat continued to rub itself against his hand, the movement so natural. Its programming was superb. It would take complicated code to produce such realistic and interactive behaviour.

“EOS, you didn’t tell me you put a cat in the forest.”

John sat down and let the cat climb on his lap. Its body rubbed against his and its tail brushing against his face. It was a shame John couldn’t feel its touch. He could imagine how soft its fur was. Though he wasn’t the biggest animal lover, like Gordon, he did appreciate the need for nonhuman companionship.

“I didn’t design the cat, John. I assumed you programmed it.”

John gave EOS a quizzical look. If she didn’t, and he didn’t, where did the cat come from? He turned back to the digital feline.

“Maybe Alan did it?” There was uncertainty in John’s voice, it wasn’t an Alan thing to do.

“Alan only ran the programme, he never edited or added code.”

Worry filled John. Where had this cat come from? Was it a symptom of something more sinister? Was the programme safe? John noticed EOS stand rigid out the corner of his eye. He waited, knowing she was checking the code. Her eyes flickered open.

“I have located the code. It’s not a threat. No viruses detected. Its code came into the programme with one of the children from the last session. It came with his avatar, however the code was added into the programme and stayed active after the host avatar left. Do you want me to delete it?”

John looked at the cat in his lap. The ginger and white pattern was unique and the coding for its fur texture, behaviour and personality would have taken time. He wondered if it was based off someone’s pet. He suspected one of the patients in isolation created it when they were given access the avatar programme yesterday. It was impressive.

“It definitely contains no malicious code?”

“No, it does not.”

“Then add it to the files with the other creatures. They left it here so others could enjoy it, and anything that will improve the time these children have here is welcome. Can you tell me which child made it? I might go give them a visit later.”

“I’ll send the information to your comm.”

“Thank you, EOS.”

The cat stood up, looked at John and meowed. Its eyes shone as if it was thanking him. EOS bent down and stroked the feline, bring a smile to John’s face. He wondered how his brothers were getting on in the real world, setting up and helping the children who were able to leave their beds. They were only using the hospital roof garden, and the hunts were shorter due to the garden not being large. They were all going to be tired tonight, but it would be a welcome tiredness. John knew Scott had hired a house for them nearby and had gotten John to scout out the local takeout joints. Takeout, popcorn, crisps, fizzy drinks, beer (for those old enough) were all prepared with a good film selection. It was going to be a good way to end the day.

The cat hopped off his lap and sauntered away. The session end screen popped up in front of John, and he disconnected. He was sitting at the nurses’ station on the ward and to his left two nurses also removed their headsets.

“Now that was quite the experience!” One said to the other. “No wonder I struggle to get my son to remove this thing.”

“I don’t think the games he is playing are all quite like that. The hack-and-slash my daughter plays looks very different.”

“Well the kids enjoyed it.”

They disinfected their headsets and placed them in the box at John’s feet. John now had to collect up any borrowed headsets and decontaminate them before moving on to the next set of wards. The nurses had already handed out the chocolate Easter Eggs while the children were in the forest, so they would find them when they removed their headsets. The smiles on their faces warmed John. He’d had received many excited thank yous as he collected headsets and even the odd enthusiastic hug. John stood, put on some disposal gloves and grabbed the box. He headed towards the beds, the chatter of young voices already filling the air.

#thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds tos #John Tracy #alan tracy #Gordon Tracy #EOS #EasterTAG #submission

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drunken-drk · 5 years ago

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(last night @sand-seeks-sun asked for rose and shiun interaction and here we are.....)

“And what can I make for my sweet Rose this morning?”

A simple question yet one that holds so much power and possibilities for the young miqo’ra. It’s not everyday she gets to make such an important decision and she knows that her father will make her literally anything she asks for. In this moment, she feels like papa.. for he almost always has influence on their meals.

“Mmmmh...” a thoughtful hum that she’s picked up from Shiun, Rose’s tail gives a pondering swish as she looks about the kitchen in hopes for some sort of inspiration.

“It can be anyyything you want, mmh?” sweet encouragement, Shiun looks fondly to his daughter as he begins to work at tying his apron.

“Dad no, let me!” Only for the miqo’ra to quickly come to his aid, instead reaching her small hands out to shove away Shiun’s out of the way and be the one to tie it for him.

“Oh, how kind of you!”

And it’s sweet, really, because she doesn’t know how to make such knots yet.. and yet she confidently brings the strings together to begin an endless twist of them together.

“I’ve been trying to learn from watching Lily..”

Though, he is certain that this is not how Lily does things..

Shiun manages to stifle back a laugh as he watches and allows her to work, certainly not wishing to discourage her generous help and efforts.. Though, he makes a mental note to teach her later with papa on how to properly tie things up..

‘Aro will certainly be a better teacher then me... mmh.. when I think on it, does Eren know how to tie things too?’

“And I can see you’ve learned quite a bit!” A large hand gives a few pats of praise to Rose’s head and she can’t help but to tilt into it.. “we will have to show your papa and brother what you can do, but first, breakfast!” then a strong ruffle up of her curls. “what would you like?”

This brings forth a few giggles from Rose, “yes, yesss!” a slight purr, it’s awkward and Rose is still learning on how to control them from rumbling out. but with her father, at least, she doesn’t feel embarrassed to allow them to slip. “I waaaant..” but she does pull herself out from under his loving touch, looking to him with such pondering expression.. “mmh...”

Giving a thoughtful hum of his own, Shiun crouches down to be eye to eye with his daughter. He smiles warmly to her. “Well... I could make omurice or waffles, maybe even--”

“No!” an immediate protest, Rose shakes her head and is quick to grab her father by the points of his horns as if to desperately quiet him. “this is my choice! Not yours!”

And such a look of determination to make this decision herself, Shiun simply grins before giving a nod of understanding in her hold. “Right, right.. this is Sprout’s choice.”

“yes, not dad’s! Sooo..” still Rose holds at his horns, steering his attention directly to her as she thoughtfully debates. “I waaant...” she goes on again... going silent as she had before.

And it’s hard to deny that her father’s two suggestions really did help because they certainly spark up an idea.. one that Rosie feels an immediate bit of confidence in, so she grins just as her father does as she proudly demands, “pancakes! I want pancakes!”

At this she sweetly yanks his horns up and down, excited to of finally come up with something mostly of her own thought..

And Shiun happily follows in the pulls, laughing as he brings a hand to pat over her small, clutched one. “Perfect choice! I’ve been craving those too, you know? You’ve got good tastes, Rosie.”

A giggle over the compliment, Rosie finally lets go of her father to instead give a few pets of her own to his cheek. “Maybeeee you should let me pick more often!”

An unwavering grin, Shiun sighs and shakes his head before quickly tilting in to peck at her hand as he comes to stand up once more, finally turning his back to the small child. “Maybe.. but with a sweet-tooth like yours, we’d be eating nothing but pancakes everyday all day and I don’t think your papa would like that.”

Rose gives a sigh of her own. “Yeaaah... papa would really miss his salmon.”

Shiun laughs. “Yes, he certainly would!”

She can’t help but to watch her father from behind for a moment, observing as he gathers the few ingredients.. “but Eren would love it..” her tail gives an inquisitive swish as she approaches, trying to peer out from behind him.. “He’s a lot like me.. good tastes!”

“Well, you two are brother and sister, it’s expected!” Of course, it’s hard to not notice a small child peeking and Shiun looks down to her with a smile. “I’m about to start here, Sprout. You can go play in the mean time, mmh? I’m sure Eren will be awake soon.”

Another ruffle of the hair, Rosie pulls herself out from such affection to instead shake her head.. blushing some in the cheeks with just a bit of embarrassment but with no hesitation in asking, “can I make one? A pancake, I mean..”

“Don’t trust my cooking?” a soft tease, though Shiun is sincerely trying not to be too overly touched by her asking.. there have been a few times now that she’s asked to join in and each moment has always left such an impression on Shiun’s heart. It’s exciting to such a giddy point.. for his child to have interest in what he does, for her to pick up such traits and lessons from him..

But, he can’t gush over every little moment like this so it’s best to play it off casually because for now, Rosie is far too young to really understand how such curiosity and sincerity touches him.

“Nooo! I just..” a further blush and yet she still refuses to look away from her father. “Want to make papa and Eren happy one day too! And.. I can learn how to make these when you’re gone..”

“So then you all will eat nothing but pancakes? And without me?” A chuckle, he will certainly be in tears over it to his husband later.

“Promise to save you some if you teach me!”

And how could he even think of saying no to that? Not that he had originally intended to for it’s difficult to refuse his daughter..

Shiun brings her in for a half hug at his hip, gently pulling her in closer to the kitchen counter for them to begin. She giggles all the while, happily allowing herself to be ushered in. “Well.. with a promise like that, how can I say no?”

#this is future and all but STILL #i've been wanting to write something between these two so bad oejfweoir #so THANKS for the prompt ahavah!!#also eren is a son they don't have YET but he will be a thing sometime #one day i'll make a post just GUSHING over the fam because i love it so much owirfowi #anyways if u read thanks!

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Hi Leia! Thank you for your theories and essays on ASOIAF! I’m starting now and reading so many well thought works gives me hope that I’ll love the books! Can I ask you a few questions too? I see everywhere parallels one Dany’s and Jon’s arcs specially regarding leadership. Do you think there are parallels on Dany’s and Bran’s arc too regarding magic? Do you think Dany will have more of a magical role in the future? Maybe we’ll have a Dark!Bran in WOW too? Sorry for somany questions and thanks!

Thanks, anon! Daenerys and Bran have some of my favorite parallels in the series, actually, and the bulk of them rest in the magical aspects of their storylines. There are definitely a lot of parallels between the younger generation (Bran, Arya, and Sansa) and the middle one (Daenerys, Jon, and Tyrion), and when it comes down to their arcs Dany and Bran’s share a lot.

To elaborate, I’d say the balance between political and magical threads is strongest in Bran and Daenerys’ chapters. Dany is, of course, stepping into the role of a queen, learning to delegate and to rule, gaining experience through her triumphs and her failures as she goes through Slaver’s Bay. While this is happening, however, she’s also raising three dragons, unquestionably magical creatures, and interacting with more prophesies, sorcery, and warlocks than either Jon or Tyrion.

Bran, similarly, spends much of his beginning arc learning how to be Lord of Winterfell, Robb’s heir, and a prince. He’s younger and learning under a different context, so his relationship with power is quite different; he learns primarily through listening and observation, building up those skills that older characters like Dany already utilize. But Bran still shows the instincts of kindness, empathy, and compassion that make the readers genuinely like him as a ruler, not unlike Daenerys’ own:

If the dish smelled especially choice, he would send it to one of the lords on the dais, a gesture of friendship and favor that Maester Luwin told him he must make. He sent some salmon down to poor sad Lady Hornwood, the boar to the boisterous Umbers, a dish of goose-in-berries to Cley Cerwyn, and a huge lobster to Joseth the master of horse, who was neither lord nor guest, but had seen to Dancer's training and made it possible for Bran to ride. He sent sweets to Hodor and Old Nan as well, for no reason but he loved them. (Bran III, ACOK)

"He taught me how to climb a tree when we were little. He could catch fish with his hands. Once I found him sleeping in our garden with a hundred butterflies crawling over him. He looked so beautiful that morning, this one … I mean, I loved him."

"As he loved you." Dany stroked the girl's hair. "Say the word, my sweet, and I will send you from this awful place. I will find a ship somehow and send you home. To Naath."

[…]

Missandei hugged her tighter. "Your Grace should sleep. Dawn will be here soon, and court."

"We'll both sleep, and dream of sweeter days. Close your eyes." When she did, Dany kissed her eyelids and made her giggle. (Daenerys II, ADWD)

It’s general kindness and idealism that shines through in characters like Bran and Daenerys, despite everything they’ve been through.

In the other vein, their political stories are always cut with magical influences; Daenerys thinks consistently about the Undying’s prophesy of her three betrayals, and even as Bran learns to be Prince of Winterfell, he’s also learning to be a skinchanger. Bran meets Jojen and Meera while Daenerys interacts with Quiathe; he has greendreams while she encounters the undying. No matter how wrapped up their arcs get in politics, the magic always breaks through.

"A friend. Dreamer, wizard, call him what you will. The last greenseer." The longhall's wooden door banged open. Outside, the night wind howled, bleak and black. The trees were full of ravens, screaming. Coldhands did not move.

"A monster," Bran said.

The ranger looked at Bran as if the rest of them did not exist. "Your monster, Brandon Stark." (Bran I, ADWD)

Mother of dragons, Daenerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I. (Daenerys II, ADWD)

Magic and monsters are staples in Bran and Daenerys’ stories, and some of the most potent examples of fantasy within the series. It’s easy to get caught up intrigue and political marriages and strategic battles, but then you remember there are reanimated corpses, fire-breathing dragons, ice demons, warlocks, glass candles, etc. And it’s usually Bran or Daenerys’ chapters that remind you of them.

As for their futures, I find it very likely their arcs will continue to mirror each other in these ways. All of the Starklings are being set up to go down a darker road, just as Jon, Daenerys, and Tyrion are (though Tyrion is arguably already in the midst of his), and Bran’s current state in ADWD suggests he’s going to push his skinchanging ability too far, morally speaking. It will certainly inspire a time of darkness for him, and we may even see a form of temptation for him to use his power for evil. That form would likely be Euron, who has strong connections, parallels, and anti-parallels to both Bran and Daenerys already.

As the precursor to ADOS, TWOW seems likely to bring a lot of “darkest before the dawn” vibes. We’ll be seeing a lot of characters at their lowest points, and they might not come out of them quite the same.

#asoiaf #asoiaf meta #bran stark #daenerys targaryen #valyrianscrolls #ask #anonymous #hope I covered everything!

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canyouhearthelight · 6 years ago

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The Miys, Ch. 28

At this point, I am dying to hear any theories about who is behind the sabotage, the spiked food, everything. Some people have already come to me with theories, and I’ve outright denied a few but cannot confirm or deny any others... after all, that would give away the game, right?

Six hours later, I was reviewing the lunch menu Arantxa put together for the next day, but my mind was completely somewhere else. I had gotten permission from Xiomara to give the almost full, mostly unadulterated truth to the entire ship; while she acknowledged it would have an impact on the investigation, the greater concern was the possibility for wild speculation once word inevitably leaked from those on Level One when speaking to their loved ones. As the adage went “Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead,” and we had right at one hundred people on Level One. In the end, the identities of the suspects already in custody was the only thing we kept back.

I was startled as a hand waved between my face and my data screen. “Sophia? Are you okay? You’ve been staring at the same thing for five minutes. I admit to being a fan of spanakopita, but it isn’t that interesting,” Arantxa asked, concerned.

Shaking my head to clear it, I noticed my sister had left without my even noticing. “Where’d Tyche go?” I asked instead of responding.

“She went to check on our boys and get some food. You didn’t answer her when she asked what you wanted, so she said she would just bring something back for you. What’s wrong?” she insisted.

“Everything’s just kind of getting to me,” I admitted. “I’m disturbed by the idea that someone would sabotage us, let alone the fact that they kept up after the initial attempt failed. We’re basically all that’s left of the human race; Simon and Miys as much as told me that when I first woke up here. Those still on Earth won’t survive more than a couple more generations.”

“We got lucky,” she urged softly, patting my arm. “No one could have anticipated that we would have so many pilots on board, much less one certified to for interstellar flight.”

“Thankfully,” I admitted. “The only people who really had access to that were myself, you, Tyche, and Grey, apparently. And I know I certainly never checked it. Why would I? Miys had the flight under control, and at light speed everything is basically on autopilot.” I flicked my wrist, giving up on the menu and dismissing my data screen before tapping the tabletop. “The pilots are another thing. Forty reported out of fifty-three. Xiomara let me know that one has an unshakeable alibi, but that still leaves twelve who are suspects. The motive couldn’t be to put our pilots in the spotlight, because none of them showed up to when asked to report.”

“Maybe they were sabotaged, too?” she suggested. “By one or more of the pilots who did report?”

I shook my head. “I’m not a cop by any means, but that doesn’t even make sense to me. If they were trying to highlight Terran pilots as superior, why drug everyone? The only pilot who wasn’t affected was Maverick, but it was because he has severe, documented food aversions, even back on Earth. On top of that, he is the first to admit he can’t fly this alone, even as the most qualified.”

“I know you trust him, but something still doesn’t feel right,” she replied. “If you trust him, I’ll trust you. But it is too coincidental for me, I’m sorry.”

I really could not blame her for being suspicious. Then again, as far as I was aware, everyone was a suspect. Xiomara was being close-lipped about the entire thing, to the point of near-hostility if you did not know she was on edge. Part of me could sympathize: migraines don’t just vanish because you figure out the source, and seven hours was nowhere near enough time to let the medicine fade from our systems. We were both still limping along on analgesics and coffee, while avoiding each other as much as possible so our tentative friendship would not suffer from our shortened tempers.

“Cheer me up,” I sighed. “Tell me you have updates from outside? I haven’t been able to bring myself to contact anyone with this,” I gestured vaguely at my head. “Plus, my glasses are in my quarters, so there’s only so much screen time I can handle.”

She broke into a grin. “I talked to Conor last night! We rescheduled our date, and he told me that Huynh made him point on the diving and research platforms. It turns out that all that time he spends in the aeroponics lab has engendered good will with the technicians and researchers. They requested him, specifically.”

“Good for him!” I cried, immediately shooting a hand up to my head in regret. “Dammit,” I muttered. “This profoundly sucks. I can’t even be excited for my friends. Still, I’m happy for him and glad you two were able to reschedule your date. He does know it’s a date, right?”

“Yes, finally,” she groaned. “I was very specific to ask if we could reschedule our date due to the circumstances. He was flustered, but he did say that he would gladly go on a date with me anytime once all this is over.”

“Whoo!” I whispered, trying not to set off room-spins again. “That’s so amazing. I’m so happy for you two!”

After some good-natured ribbing, we both got back to work finalizing the menu for the next day so that would be out of the way. Arantxa quickly picked up the concept of choosing themes that revolved around non-cultural ideas when looking for crowd-pleasers, along with when to break the rules – dietary restrictions, foods that didn’t match the theme but everyone liked and wouldn’t care, etc. Lunch ended up being multicultural flatbreads and fillings, somewhat matching breakfast. Small finger foods and sweets for a ‘brunch’ snack and for afternoon ‘tea’, rounded out by a dinner of pasta dishes, soups, and salads.

As we were arguing the finer points of a Niçoise – she preferred it with salmon, I insisted it needed anchovies – Grey sat down and looked between us curiously. “Is it so important which fish is on this salad?” they asked curiously, blinking in an effort to focus.

The two of us who had just been arguing looked at each other and started giggling. “No not really,” I explained. “Traditionally, it should have anchovies. However, it’s really common for people to not like anchovies, so other fish does get substituted often. Really, we could just put the fish on the side and let people choose, so let’s do that,” I suggested, to which Arantxa nodded, still giggling. Turning back to Grey, I asked “What’s up, Grey?”

“I merely wanted to check on how everyone is handling the recent revelation,” they stated in their usual, overly-formal way.

“It’s good to know you care,” I smiled widely. “I think we’ll be okay, medically. Most of it is just worry regarding who is doing all this. Did you ever get the information on who accessed the consoles to cover up getting into the storage room?”

“I have, but that is all I can tell you,” they confirmed. “The data is under review, and any details will come directly to myself, Pranav, and Xiomara.”

“Even Zach and Derek?” Arantxa asked, brows furrowed. “They’ve been relaying it through me so far, since you three have been so busy, and Derek’s not familiar with any of you.”

“Fortunately for Mr. Khan and Mr. Okafor, they are not needed on this,” Grey advised. “Right now, the people handling the data are reviewing huge access logs and looking for patterns, not something the other two are particularly suited for. But even if they were, we would make accommodations for Mr. Okafor, likely he would simply send the information from his data screen to mine, no personal interaction needed.”

“So, you’re just going to cut them out of all this?” I asked, surprised. “They found the lead in the first place. That’s not really fair.”

“While the concept of ‘fair’ has little to do with the situation, fortunately it is a non-issue. Mr. Okafor, through Mr. Khan, advised he has no desire to, quote, ‘dig for needles in haystacks’, and Mr. Khan voiced a similar preference. Right now, Mr. Okafor would prefer to recuperate from so much time around people, so Councillor Huynh has sectioned off a small corner of one of the sleeping areas for him to have privacy.”

Arantxa still looked indignant, but I could understand completely. After three days of people, I was running on fumes and caffeine myself. “I’ll send him a message to avoid feeding Mac any cheese. The little fluff-nugget cries like he’s dying if he isn’t given any, but it really constipates him something fierce, and Derek always gives in,” I explained. “Maybe I’ll just tell Zach not to give either of them cheese. Derek couldn’t care either way about it. How about the mining mission? Any updates there?”

Grey shook their head. “Not anything substantial. We are in orbit around Meenie, and the first cores have come back. There is a slightly higher ferrous concentration in the rock here, so that indicates positive results, but that is all we have right now.”

“It’s still something,” I reassured them. “Although I do have a question, and you don’t have to answer if it is stupid, but I’m really curious. These core samples – how are we expected to get anything substantial from them? I always thought core samples were really small.”

“The size depends on what you are taking a sample from,” they explained, not unkindly. “For fossils and trees, yes, the core samples are too small to be of much use. However, the samples we are taking are on a scale with old ice cores taken from polar sheets: they are nearly a meter wide and four hundred meters in length.”

I did a rough conversion in my head. “These things are three feet wide and a thousand feet long?” I let out a low whistle. “Okay, question withdrawn, those are huge.”

“Closer to thirteen hundred feet in length, but yes, they are rather substantial,” Grey confirmed. “Very trace amounts of any exotic elements, but substantial amounts of carbon and silica. As I said, Meenie has more iron, and also has more aluminum, but still not in the quantities we would like to see.”

“At least we are finding more iron,” I reassured them. “You were bothered by that on Eenie, so as small of a victory as it is, it still counts.”

“I agree,” they nodded. “We seem to need all the victories we can obtain at the current moment.” Standing, they smoothed their tunic. “I apologize for interrupting your work, and I will let you return to it. Have a good day, ladies.”

After waving goodbye to Grey, I turned back to Arantxa to find her eyebrows were still tight. “Hey, what’s the matter? We got some good news. Granted, it’s a little, but it’s something.”

She turned to me, her face relaxing. “I’m sorry. There is a lot of intrigue going on, and I do not like it,” she sniffed disdainfully before frowning again.

I had to suppress a laugh – Arantxa was one of the most straightforward people I had ever met, so all the secrets would understandably be driving her crazy. Instead, I tried to put her more at ease. “Try to bear in mind: a very important piece of evidence just had to be broadcast to the entire ship, potentially causing a panic. Unfortunately, it was either it come from the Council and assure everyone their loved ones up here are safe and measures are being taken, or let it leak and lead to wildfire speculation. Chances are, they are just trying to be careful with any other information regarding the ongoing search for a saboteur or saboteurs so we don’t teach them to cover their tracks better.”

She groaned and leaned back in her chair, rubbing her face with both hands. “I can understand that, but you are a part of the Council just as much as they are. I do not like that they are keeping information from other Councillors; that is how factions and political parties start.” She moved her hands to give me a pointed look.

“Yeah, I know,” I conceded. “But at the end of the day, there is no professional reason for me to know what is going on. The only reason anyone on the Council is involved is because of a severe oversight in establishing any sort of police force. We, all ten thousand of us, were pretty reckless in believing we would not need one. ‘Best of humanity’ and all that, we never expected to need to enforce peace. Especially not when we were just pulled off a planet that bombed itself back to three hundred years.” I shook my head ruefully at the thought.

“We didn’t bomb ourselves back,” Arantxa pointed out. “A bunch of insane extremists bent on striking against the rich capitalists went too far and took the rest of us along as collateral damage.”

“They were still humans,” I counter-argued. “If we plan on making the most of the chance we are being given to start again, it can’t start with ‘us’ and ‘them’ rhetoric. When I was a little girl, I grew up learning about ‘them’: Nazi Germany, the Spanish Inquisition, Al Qaeda, the Taliban, ISIS. And at the

exact same time

, I had to watch ‘us’ do the

exact same things

to immigrants, to peaceful Muslims, to transgender people. The fact is, the only ‘us’ is humanity, and if

don’t learn from

our

mistakes, we are going to keep making them. We didn’t learn in time to prevent the End of the World, but maybe we can learn that in time to keep from ending ourselves for good.”

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ishin-denshin

(I found that picture in @seoulicons . Thank you for posting that)

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: I mentioned Expensive Girl and sex, so yeah, nothing here is pure. Also, there are mentions of self-harm, so please, if it’s triggering tell me and I’ll change it :) Your mental health should always come first :)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x @emerson-moonchild, Min Yoongi x Reader

Word Counting: 6.2k

Synopsis: Min Yoongi and Emerson had a profound connection, so deep and supernatural that not even themselves understood it. However, nothing is pure bliss and flowers, when everything seems wrong and the connecting fades with time, then their love shall be proven with no otherwise.

A/N: Hey Em!! It’s finally here! I finished your oneshot + poem. Yes!! I mentioned The Chaos Club and paired them with BTS, but tried not to focus on them. Even though it finished with over SIX THOUSAND WORDS, I had to stop myself and not include random and unnecessary stuff, like interactions between characters without the starring roles presence (Yoongi and Emerson). Oh, before I continue, I changed the band’s name, it’s shitty, but I even wrote one verse of ‘Clarividencia’ (the BTL song mentioned). Hope it’s good! You deserve the best Em, or should I begin calling you ‘cutie pie’? Lol Sorry for my bad grammar and hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing :)

- x - x - x -

Min Yoongi took a long sip on his coffee, dark and, ironically, sugar-free. He enjoyed small ironies and always drank from them, maybe it worked as fuel to his personality. Despite from the cute face and artistic name, Yoongi enjoyed how people were amazed about the personality flashed: rebel, serious, sarcastic, a human with a stone cold heart pumping blood and rage to his organs.

Well, that's how outsiders saw him, reality was insanely different. Emerson knew it, she dig down so deep in Yoongi's emotions, finding a butter heart with so much love stored. Whilst drinking tea from a ridiculously adorned cup, she analyzed his soft expressions and occasional wrinkling nose whenever the bitterness hit his taste buds.

– Tea is just leaf juice, you know, right? - Yoongi asked, not glaring straight at Emerson.

– So what? It's delicious. - Emerson answered, taking a long and loud sip from the salmon and cream coloured cup, raising her pinky. - Coffee is just juice from beans. Water is juice from ice cubes.

– You are so british sometimes. - The man said and turned to look at Emerson, grinning slightly at her cuteness and rosy cheeks.

– Well, my identity backs you up on that. I'm british, living in London, drinking tea in a british coffee shop, listening to british news on television, presented by a british journalist, graduated in a british university, working for a british television broadcast channel. You are the foreigner here, love. - She said serious, but smiling, fingers stuck around the cup, steam warming her face.

– I know. Everything is so british. Even our songs are getting british. - Yoongi said and finished his cup of coffee with a short sip. - Yesterday Taehyung sang with british accent, even the verses in korean. We were surprised and Namjoon almost collapsed cuz one of the words sounded like 'yadong', which is porn in korean.

– I'm surprised one of your songs never mentioned 'yadong', since it's a rock band with pretty explicit musics. - She giggled remembering the first time Yoongi allowed her to listen 'Expensive Girl', their first song that exploded in SoundCloud, and as soon as Bangtan Lads made a career outside Korea, the track was deleted, only officially existing in personal files from every member.

– Don't you throw 'Expensive Girl' at me, it was Jin and Namjoon's idea to release it. - Yoongi said and raised one of his eyebrows slightly.

They were sitting on a table close to the window, sun shining bright outside, breaking through the typical whitish smoke accumulated all over London's atmosphere. The cafè was one of those overrated places, charging abusive prices for a cup of plain coffee, walls painted in a very dirty shade of cream, matching the fancy cups (the owner would never admit it, but Emerson knew they were bought in Walmart, part of a special edition paying homage to Duke William and Duchess Kate wedding), wooden floor well polished, and secondhand machines.

– Why do we insist in coming here anyways? There is nothing special or marvelously tasty, and the prices are salty, even for my rich ass. - Yoongi said, listening the annoying creek sound from the old, and possibly thriftshopped, brown chair.

– Because it's small, quiet and mainly because your fans won't flash boobs outside the window, since they would never imagine rockstar Min Yoongi having a coffee with his girlfriend in a place like that. - Emerson said, staring the street along with Yoongi.

– Yeah, that day we went to Starbucks was insane. Who would imagine someone is actually willing to lift the blouse and get arrested in exchange of an autograph? - Yoongi said and chuckled.

– That day was intense and weird. Her boobs were beautiful, though. Round and symmetrical. Your face tattooed on the nipples also looked good. - Emerson said and smirked in a dorky way, leading Yoongi to chuckle even louder. - Who would ever guess that your nose has the exact shape of a nipple? The fan was a genius, we got to admit.

Yoongi left all the weight from his upper body heavy on the chair back, staring at the ceiling and inhaling deeply, exhaling and repeating. He swallowed a puddle of spit pooling on his tongue and looked back at Emerson, finishing her tea with a short sip and folding back the napkin.

– Fame is so good sometimes. Don't take me wrong, I love making music, being rich and travelling around the globe, but the occasional harassment bothers a lot. - Yoongi said tapping his fingers on the table.

Emerson reached his arm and caressed lightly the skin covered with a sweatshirt. Yoongi inclined to the side, laying his head on table, feeling his girlfriend's fingers petting his black hair. Sometimes words weren't required, silence had a lot to say, loud, actions could hold even more significance.

– I love you, cutie pie. - Yoongi mumbled, cheeks squeezed against the wood, but words still bright and clear.

– I love you too, Yoongles. - Emerson replied, still feeling his smooth wires against her skin. Soft touches coming from both sides.

Whoever saw Min Yoongi up spitting on a microphone, saying raw words about political struggles, sex, mental health, life and a few songs based on stories, possibly thought of him as a rough person. No one would ever imagine his soft side, everyone always glanced over and focused on Suga, not Yoongi. The opposition between personality shown and stage name enchanted and intrigued.

Yoongi only allowed a few people to witness his actual personality.

Opening up and letting someone unknown in his personal space, oh it always represented a problem to Yoongi. A lonely soul that hardly had friends, only close to a few people. Bangtan Lads represented friendship and family.

Namjoon, Hoseok, Jungkook, Seokjin, Jimin and Taehyung flew from Korea to England with him after achieving worldwide success, for the sake of their fame moving to a place rather connected to alternative rock sounded as a clever change. Seven korean boys, carrying a bag with worn-out clothes, instruments and golden discs. Simplicity and luxe. Millions of fans, artists and new faces, yet Yoongi only felt truly comfortable around his bandmates.

After a few months living in England, conceding daily interviews and working like horses in new musics, Yoongi decided to try and join a dating app. Hoseok met a few women through Tinder, but happily found Taylor, friends with benefits at first, but a few months later his girlfriend. Witnessing one of the lads glad in a relationship inspired Yoongi, he even paid for Tinder Gold, regretting immensely after two dates and realizing sex could be good, but lacked connections. He needed to connect with that person, deeply to a point where her heartbeat felt like music.

Lonely and slowly giving up, Yoongi felt his heart flutter when Emerson appeared like a butterfly on his eventful yet boring life. Emerson emerged from a calm life working as music critic for Rolling Stones, to the love of Yoongi’s life and his main inspiration.

Everything began when Emerson went to work and received the task of interviewing a korean band. Apparently someone was sick and everyone else had more important stuff to do. She accepted and decided to use the original agenda, adding a few questions and studying every member.

Those who believe would say it was love at first sight, a connection between souls. Not even a word flew across the room, but Yoongi felt butterflies on his stomach and heart beating faster. For a single moment, he even considered the idea of end having a heart attack, because in years no one ever made him feel like that. Emerson lost words and suddenly, there were only Emerson and Yoongi in a room, not the whole Bangtan Lads.

That same day they had dinner together. Chatted, danced and traded cellphone numbers. Instead of going back to his place, Emerson took him to her home and they watched a movie.

For the first time in a almost a whole year living in England, Min Yoongi felt a connection.

- x - x - x -

– I swear that Zeus’s nutsack is the best position ever. - Namjoon said and threw the notebook in Jungkook’s direction, watching him grab it and read all lyrics written down.

– And why should we sing about that? - Seokjin asked raising one eyebrow, expression deadly serious, grabbing his can of Coca-Cola and sipping from the white straw. - I love doggy style, but would never write a whole goddamn song about it.

– I agree with Jin, the world doesn’t need to know what you and Bárbara are up to. I never wanted to know. - Taehyung said and nodded in Jin’s direction, whilst curling a lock of brown hair on his fingertip. - Honestly, I think you need vacations, your ideas are getting cornier, hornier and grossier.

– Let the man live, you guys! - Hoseok said and took the notebook off Jungkook’s hand, being punched in return. - I don’t even know how the fuck is Zeus’s Nutsack, but if our smartpants wants to write about his experience, allow him to do so. - He gazed down at the lyrics on his hands and chuckled. - Sorry Joon, but this time I’m with Tae and Jin, I won’t sing it.

– Please guys! We are an alternative rock band who has three songs about sex, we need something to bring sexy back during the concerts or fans will feel bored. It’s been two tours since Jimin showed his abs during ‘Clarividencia’ for the last time. People are commenting on Twitter. - Namjoon said and pouted.

– Let’s vote. It’s a democracy, isn’t it? - Yoongi asked, emerging from his big and fluff chair and bending down, his upper body supported by the elbows firmly planted on his skinny thighs. - I vote to burn that shit and never mention it again.

Everyone in the studio laughed, except for Namjoon, he shrunk on his spot and turned the page, sketching and randomly drawing circles, looking for inspiration in something other than intercourse. Yoongi watched everyone leave the studio and sat beside him.

– Remember when we first recorded a full-length album and korean managers wanted us to become a pop? They saw potential in every single one of us, but wanted a profitable artist. - Yoongi laid his head on Namjoon's shoulder. - Thankfully we took our content and moved to an indie recording studio. Can you possibly imagine us as Bangtan Sonyeondan? BTS not BTL? We discussed the idea, and the first sketch of success wasn't the right one. Maybe that song is like BTS, a bit more of thought and time may turn it into BTL.

– Are you saying that I should focus less on the movements itself? The song is pretty explicit, so should I use better metaphors? - Namjoon asked, still not looking at Yoongi, but the older man saw a sparkle run through his eyes, like a lightbulb shining with new ideas flowing through his synapses.

– We can work on it later, right now I want to prepare a surprise to Emerson. Can you believe we've been together for 5 years already?

– Yeah, half a decade. - Namjoon said, sighing deeply. - What do you have in mind?

– I'm gonna propose. - Yoongi smiled, a gummy grin with feelings running off the edge. - I've been planning it for two years now. When we completed our third anniversary, Emerson wrote a post on her personal Tumblr about our relationship, mentioning a few situations and funny moments from day to day. That same day I wanted to make a song, but it's easy, within hours I could finish a masterpiece and the effort would be almost none, so I decided to step up my game a little and began writing a book. Poems about her, our partnership, my feelings, everything.

– It's really thoughtful of you, Yoongs. - Namjoon wrote a few random lines on his notebook and turned to look at his friend. - And some folks still dare to claim you are not a romantic guy.

In fact, not even Yoongi saw himself as someone surfing on romance, usually writing about politics and books. Focusing in feelings and matters related to relationship never appealed. He became responsible for most tracks talking about issues of immigrating from Korea to England, emphasizing that fame changed how they saw him, but xenephobia still existed. Bangtan Lads received a Grammy Nomination for ‘Golden Borders’, a whole album shoving in people’s ears how shittily they treated immigrants, but still wished from heart to live in USA.

Using ‘Golden Borders’ as the soundtrack, Emerson made researches and released a documentary about immigrants, showing the ridiculous racism and highlighting double-standards in how right-wing parties treated foreigners victims of war and those just running from economic crisis, but still wealthy. She also reported how politicians like Donald Trump vertiginously changed the meaning of “immigrants”, not differing someone legal from the illegals.

Yoongi was possibly the proudest boyfriend ever accompaining his significant other during the premiere of ‘Invisible: The Truth on Immigrating’. Emerson invited a few famous people who immigrated from their home-countries, along with “common” folks.

Maybe he wasn’t the most romantic boyfriend ever, but still knew how to encourage Emerson. During their relationship, Yoongi convinced her of writing two books, one script for a movie, produce two documentaries and demand her own column on Rolling Stones site. Whilst she inspired and gave ideas to two albums which earned them four Grammy Awards, abetted him into trying something solo, and produce for different artists aside from BTL.

Even though both of them worked massively with media, Emerson and Yoongi never thought about conceding interviews as a couple. Daily invitations for appearances in shows together popped up on their e-mails, but without discussing it they already knew the answer: No.

When asked the reason, Emerson and Yoongi agreed to keep their personal life, well, private. They already shared a few cute moments on Instagram and Tumblr. Why would someone want to dig more into the relationship? Snooping isn't good.

- x - x - x -

– In conclusion. Communism wasn't planned for over populated countries, or planets. - Jade said and chopped in two the turkey sandwich she was holding, taking a bite from one half of it.

Emerson shrugged her shoulders and nodded, agreeing with Jade. Accompanied by Shmailah and Zariah, they were waiting for the reunion with some other journalists from Rolling Stones. The weekly meeting for coming up with ideas to articles, reportages and new ideas for photoshoots to use in scheduled interviews, was about to happen, but only a few professionals were already there.

Usually, the boss bought some goodies to complement and cheer every meeting, but that day in question had food and sandwiches provided by a new diner across the street. They were lolling on burgers, sandwiches and chips, also milkshakes and cherry fizzy drinks.

– My article about nigerian culinary is going smooth. - Zariah said and took a sip from the vanilla milkshake in front of her. - That restaurant I contacted to ask for primary informations, the old lady sent me fried yams. I’m totally sending her a Christmas card and gift, and candy canes for her grandchildren.

– Great! It's so nice when someone values our work and spoils us with small, yet adorable gifts. - Emerson said and dipped one chip in the ketchup sauce. She was sitting curled up, knees touching her chest, not very excited. - By the way, mine about Bollywood is almost done, but I need some new informations. Can you help me, Shims?

– It's not right to assume I know a lot about Bollywood, only based on my bangladeshi heritage… But yes I’m a fucking Bollywood nerd and would love to help. - Shmailah grinned perversely, caressing Emerson's cheek with love, noticing that she seemed a little down lately. - What's up, Em? You don't seem very happy, not even surrounded by your best friends and a whole lot of free junk food.

The parallel conversation between Zariah and Jade quit, suddenly all three pairs of eyes were gazing at Emerson, who felt her cheeks getting warmer. She took another chip and started talking, whilst shaking the potato around, like a wand, before taking a bite and continuing.

– I don't think Yoongi loves me anymore. - She sniffed, swallowing the growing knot in her throat with chips. - We've been together for five years now, but in the last few months he's been a little distant. I know, I know, Yoongi sometimes loses himself inside his own brain, but not distant like that. Far, you know? We used to be so connected, now that connection seems a little faded.

– Oh Emerson. I don't see that happening, ever. - Jade said, bending over the table to grab her fries-less hand. - Yoongi seems so passionate about you. Whenever we go out in group, he only has eyes for you. Like, when Yoongi notices you barely had the opportunity to speak, he always tries to bring you into the conversation. Jimin already witnessed your boyfriend getting distracted and spend several minutes staring at his lockscreen, which is you.

– Totally agree with Jade. Not even dead Yoongi would stop loving you, he would probably find his way back into our spiritual plan only to make sure you are aware of his love. - Shmailah said, watching a shy tear run down Emerson's rosy cheek

– It's so complicated. In the past two months he spent days without showing up at our place, and not caring to tell where he is. Whenever he is around though, the office's chair receives most attention, since Yoongi locks himself there and if I try to get in, he scouts me outside saying it's something related to work. - Emerson tried to swallow the knot again, but now not even milkshake worked, and she sobbed. - Why couldn't I see if it is about work? When he was recording and producing his solo mixtape, I slept on the studio's couch for four days straight, trying to support him. I'd never do anything to ruin whatever he has been working on. We had coffee today at a cafè, but the experience felt so shallow. Small, verging insignificant, talk.

– I’m so sorry to hear that, baby. What if he’s been working in something for you? Like a gift and doesn’t want you to see and spoil the surprise? - Jade asked, raising one eyebrow. - You shouldn’t conclude always the worse, sometimes it is just something you can’t put immediately put together. Consider it and give time to time.

The conversation silenced in the moment everyone else invited to the meeting showed up. Seven other journalists gathered, including the boss, whose appeared holding another tray full of cookies and cupcakes.

– For what it seems like, that diner also has bakery goodies. - Jackie, also know as The Boss, said pushing the tray up on table. - I love so fucking much my job. Whoever don’t can totally stand up and leave, more cupcakes and chips for me, há!

- x - x - x -

Emerson had no time to think about her situation with Yoongi during the afternoon. Work consumed every disposable piece of brain cell, fulfulling a whole week of articles for her column and completing one reportage about self-made millionaires.

However, after leaving the building and heading home, the empty apartment made her shatter out and cry, sobbing and feeling a sudden urge to destroy something. Not only a random object like a glass cup, but something stiffier and harder to fix, like herself. In years working, dating Yoongi and being friends with so many great people, she never felt that need again, honestly, considering the idea of hurting her own body sounded weirdly appealing, after so much improvement, going back felt like a failure.

Maybe the past years left her brain so occupied with every new information, that negative thoughts had no actual space, a little tab in the corner that was muted by Yoongi’s voice. Now, without his presence and strong connection, Emerson silenced all other tabs, only listening to the one where haters were loud, depression and self-harm spoke freely.

Years of self-improvement faded within a pinch, a thin drop of blood coming from her thigh stained the beige pants, and Emerson left the small, yet painful, piece of skin go from between her long nails.

Weak and sobbing, she reunited all forces and stood up from the front door, walking slowly in bedroom’s direction, wishing only to lay down, curl up inbetween the duvets and sleep, ignoring any bad temptations, observing them disappear along with conscience.

Old monsters, some she saw as teenage ghosts, showed up. Emerson felt stupid for harming herself over such a small reason. Independent woman, smart, successful, amazing close friends, and yet the major breakdown in years was happening because of a man. What kind of mean joke could that be?

She wished so hard to pull herself together again, living happily and not getting to precipitated conclusions over small situations. That's it, maybe she was only overreacting. What if she is not? What if the connection between them is, indeed, fading? What if? What? What?

What was their mistake?

What was her mistake?

Was there a mistake?

Cruel trick her own brain was playing. Blackjack with sanity. Poker with happiness. What did she had to bet? Of course, Emerson conquered a lot in years, how much of that could she lose? Golden Globe? Literature prizes? All had her name embedded in wood. Friendships? Weekly night-outs proved that their bond didn't change within years. Why then only Yoongi seemed to slip through her fingers? The only thing she would miss the most, fading like smoke on the water.

Sometimes, the smartest, strongest, toughest people can go through menaces with delight and peace. Though, their inner monsters exist, and can seem small for whoever witnesses from outside, but a spider is a huge matter to a fly. Struggles and fears, perspective changes them.

Judging someone's feelings and fright isn't up to us.

- x - x - x -

That night Yoongi meant to crash down at the studio, but Namjoon showed up close to midnight, accompanied by his girlfriend, a small and chubby woman with wild brown hair, and also followed by Jimin and Jade, Jin and DiLayla. Their Instagram revealed that everyone had dinner, sponsored by a fancy restaurant trading food for audience.

– Why is everyone here grating me with the grace of your presence? Is there a party happening in my studio and I'm not invited? - Yoongi asked sarcastically, saving the new poem written before anyone could ruin it.

– Cut it out, Yoongi. - Jade said taking her thick beige coat off, leaving it on the black couch. - Don't you think you've been spending way too much time working? Stuck in your office or studio?

Her tone seemed mysterious, as if she meant something more than what was actually voiced. Yoongi felt intrigued watching everyone getting comfortable. Were they intervening?

– What is that? An intervention? I don't do drugs. - Yoongi joked, only him laughing, everyone else seemed morosed.

– See Yoongs, we were having dinner and suddenly Emerson became a subject of discussion. - Jin spoke trying to look chill, but very tense. - Jade mentioned that Emerson has been feeling a bit… Ignored lately. Bárbara and DiLayla agreed...

– Let me speak, love. - DiLayla touched Jin's shoulder and stood up. - Emerson mentioned to us that you’ve been working way too much, even at home, and she thinks you don't love her anymore. Basically, she feels like your connection is slowly vanishing.

– Namjoon told us what you've been planning for proposing to her, and honestly, I will take note and use a few of your ideas someday. - Jimin gave a side grin to Jade, watching how she blushed and continued. - But maybe, just maybe, you focused so much on something to her, that kind of forgot her? Not literally, we know you love Emerson with every beat of your heart, your maeum [마음, something like feelings], but you know, you can't starve a man before feeding him…

– What? Emerson is feeling neglected? - Yoongi asked, chocked and feeling his heart breaking.

Yoongi turned the chair around when tears verged to fall, not wanting to face his friends whilst crying. Jin, Jimin and Namjoon only saw him emotionally shattered in two situations. Feeling raw and vulnerable always made him uncomfortable, mainly being stared by people he had no intimacy, like his friends’s girlfriends, they were cool, but not close enough to watch him with guards down.

The young man hated this aspect of him. He despised how inadvertently his mind let things pass without noticing, facts around that could vastly affect his life, personal or professional. Having Emerson always picking up on him about unhealthy habits made it easier to don't die after spending three days living off hard liquor and olives, and overworking.

He wasn't someone mindless, or easily distracted, but Emerson helped him to focus in more than one thing at once, like working, but still resting enough, or channeling the best from every situation. Hiding something from her, avoided the warnings. Without realizing, Yoongi evicted his girlfriend from working aspects of him.

Maybe Jimin was right. He focused so much in doing something for Emerson, that he forgot to live with Emerson.

Goddamn it, Yoongi!

Namjoon looked around and politely asked everyone to leave the studio for a moment. He pulled a chair and sat beside Yoongi, caressing his trembling shoulder.

– I don't think I ever saw you crying over something so simple to solve. - Namjoon whispered, still petting his friend's shoulder. - You know nothing is lost and what to do is actually easy. The solution may ruin a huge surprise, but it is going to soothe a small injure caused by itself.

– What if Emerson has been considering to break up? Oh fuck, Joon! What if I ruined it all? - Yoongi used his sleeves to dry off his tears. - What if everything is so lost that not even all poems I wrote could fix it?

– See, a few weeks ago me and Barbs were talking about couples that gathered together along the past years. - Namjoon said and stopped caressing Yoongi's shoulder. - First, Hoseok and Taylor, then you and Emerson, Jade and Jimin, Di and Jin, me and her, Zariah and Jungkook, and Shims with Tae. I think we created an equilibrium in universe. Everyone is such a great and right match that if at some point one these couples break up, a new Big Bang would happen, cuz the mutual decision could ruin the universal balance.

“I'm not being far-fetched, I swear in the name of Stephen Hawking. - Namjoon spoke and made a cross in his chest. - Sometimes a long-term relationship can go through challenges. Two different people sharing a life of experience cannot live without occasional fights, bickering or arguing. We are human, even the most rational ones can be stubborn. All you have to do is insist. Although, it seems like Emerson loves you as much as you love her, so the only struggle here is distance.”

– You are right, but I’m still feeling like a sucker. - Yoongi snuffled, cleaning the coryza from his runny nose. - But as Emerson already told me, I should learn from my mistakes, then use it on an inspirational song, making my fans wander on what actually gave me the idea to it. - He grinned passionately and turned his cellphone screen on, staring at the lockscreen: a stunning picture of Emerson in Japan, smiling, using a flower crown and surrounded by cherry blossoms. - I love her so much.

Next thing processed by cameras around the building was a very hurry Yoongi grabbing his stuff, leaving a group of friends behind. A determined face, quick steps and then driving fast through the parking lot, tyres screaming like Robert Plant in the beginning of ‘Immigration Song’.

- x - x - x -

Emerson woke up in a startle after hearing the front door banging loudly. Still sleepy, she had no energy to stand up and check what was happening. Sleep whilst crying is exhausting, you wake up psychologically weary. After a few minutes and heavy steps, she heard someone calling her name, more specifically, Yoongi calling chanting her name.

She stood up, bringing one of the duvets along, and walked to the room, where Yoongi was crouched down, sitting on his calfs, typing something on the laptop he settled on the coffee table. When the man side glanced Emerson, he got up on his feet and hugged her, feeling his heart shatter with the small, yet present, dot of blood staining her beige pants.

– I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please… - Yoongi whispered, trying not to cry again, not before actually accomplishing his new goal for the night. Also, his mind was worried about the blood on her leg. - Did you hurt yourself, baby? Oh fuck, did you?

– Why? What did you do? - Emerson questioned feeling his arms around her, resisting before letting the duvet down and hugging him back. - I pinched myself a little too hard, but I swear it wasn't serious. Sorry...

– I was distant and absent from your life, and now you are convinced I don’t love you anymore. - He swallowed the knot on his throat, still trying not to cry. - It’s so dumb, because the only thing I love more than you is my music, but you are the inspiration for my work, so you are my music… And I made you hurt yourself.

– No, please Yoongles, it was a small relapse. Not worth of a fuzz. It won't happen again. - She felt his uneven heart beat against her ear, touching his chest. - Who told you that? Who told you how I was feeling? - Her arms quit hugging him, a tension running through both bodies.

– I don’t know, today I was finishing a project for you in my studio and Namjoon, Jin and Jimin showed up, they were accompained by their girlfriends. They told me how you were feeling and made me realize how far I’ve been, and how cold I acted earlier. - He seemed uncomfortable revealing his sources of information, but the truth would end up appearing anyways.

– Wait a second… - Emerson dried the single tear left running down her cheek and stared Yoongi. - Have you been working in something for me? Like, a surprise? A gift?

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and nodded. His mind was hazy and the urge to just kneel and propose to Emerson without previous background was slowly taking over his guts. He couldn’t predict her reaction, since every brain cell were occupied on finding the right words. Fortunately, the woman grinned shyly and blushed, gazing down on the laptop.

They sat down in front of the open laptop, his arms around her shoulders. Yoongi sighed and pressed the ‘enter’ key, watching Power Point opening and a clear book cover appeared, mint coloured like his hair.

The book Yoongi worked for two years was almost ready. Whilst looking for good names and aesthetics a japanese word loomed from his pre-teenage memories: ishin-denshin (以心伝心) and his book title fitted like a glove. A compilation of poems and the last one, in Yoongi’s humble oppinion, the most majestic one was named after the piece itself. He planned on proposing whilst reading to Emerson.

– You asked me nothing, but I feel the need to explain what’s in front of you. - Yoongi cleared his throat, watching Emerson’s eyes scanning the screen. - My gift for our fifth anniversary was a book. I’ve been planning it for two years now, and in the last two or three months I reached the final details, which were cover and last poem. I never allowed you to see it, because I wanted it to be a surprise. I guess old habits never die, because during the time spent working on that book, I isolated myself from you and gave a wrong impression. Sorry.

– It's so beautiful, even though I don't even know what the title means. - Emerson said and sobbed, smiling through tears. - If the whole book is in japanese, then it would be good if you taught me how to read.

– Oh, cutie pie. I love you so much. - Yoongi snorted and kissed the top of Emerson's head, whose felt so loved, more than she felt in months. - It's, indeed, in japanese. Ishin-denshin, it's a kind of interpersonal communication, unspoken, but the understanding is still mutual. Something like, heart transmits what mind thinks. That word was a trend back in my pre-teenage years, never thought I would use it.

Emerson turned to look Yoongi. His eyes were watering, but no tears falling. She smiled, happily and kissed him. In months, they kissed plenty of times, but none of them had the same meaning as this one. It wasn't sexy or teasingly, if we are going to be honest, the kiss was salty with tears and, well, coryza. Emerson and Yoongi were slowly reconnecting.

The kiss stopped when their lungs claimed for air. After a few smooches, they got back to stare the screen.

– I love you so much, Yoongles. - Emerson felt a magnetic force making her back look for support on his chest, diminishing the space between them. - I know it's dumb, but I firmly believe we are soulmates, there is a supernatural connection between us, and considering the idea of losing you… it made me so desperate and sad. I know I would keep living, but my soul would never feel completed again.

– I know baby, I feel the same way, but instead of voicing my feelings, why don't you read a few poems I wrote? -Yoongi leaned and wrapped one of his arms around her shoulders again, smiling passionately whilst seeing skinny knees touching the chest, covered by a fluff light pink sweatshirt with ‘Treat People With Kindness’ written in a plain white font. He remembered the day they bought the piece of clothing after a Harry Styles concert in London. What a fun night, hanging around with him after the event. As Yoongi said earlier, being famous has its perks.

Emerson felt immersed in deep feelings, some of them not even voiced during their relationship. Yoongi wrote small poems about every aspect of her: from her cute moles, to how he loved petting her hair before sleeping, or how her voice was sweet like honey and face cute as a mochi. Everything, he wrote inspired by moments they shared, like the trip to Japan during spring, or New Year’s Eve in China. The first time Emerson tried kim chi and how her nose puckered when the spicy taste finally hit her taste buds. When she first attended to Bangtan Lads concert and fanchanted along with ARMYs, taking a few of them to backstage. Travelling to Brazil and messaging Bárbara instead of using Google Translator.

They lived so many precious moments together. Yoongi made sure over 100 of them became art through emotional poems.

The last one, named ‘Ishin-denshin’. She took a deep breathe, still sobbing with happy tears running down her face. The silence only broken by occasional snorts and chuckles. However, Yoongi was getting more tense, staring at her eyes.

Ishin-denshin

Once upon a time in the far land of England

A woman gave birth to love impersonated in flesh, blood and gold

No one knew how important she was and how lucky they were

Until chaos from Korea arrived and trapped her in maeum.

Connections can cross the border of space and time

Voices and signs

Touches and sights

You and me, hands holding tight.

Love is a matter of ishi-denshin

Ability to communicate from mind to heart

Open up on a gaze

Not a sound to be heard from mouth.

Thankfully chaos and peace mingle and complete each other

Yin and Yang united by their differences

Perfecting what was already sculpted with dust and water

Remodeling and always improving, resulting in brand new peculiarities.

Love and connections are the result of fighting

Nothing good comes easy

Nothing easy is good

Once you find balance, universe rewards you with love.

Continents separated us for most part of our days on earth

Wandering uneven, looking for the half that best fit our soul

Happily odds were and allowed what resulted in balance

Only imagining myself without you, even my brain in plain conscience feels afoul.

Don’t you dare saying you are not good enough

Cutie pie, you are unique like flakes of snow

Every drop has its own shape

Unique, you never see two looking the same.

My heartbeat is in sync with yours

Slow like when we sleep

Or when we kiss after a long period apart, tumbling in ribcage, rhythm vigorous

I thank everyday for finding my soulmate in a sweetheart like you.

Stay for as long as you want

I feel lucky only by having in my life as a constant

Luckily it won’t change much

When I finally make you a Min like me, everything mine will be ours.

When Emerson finished reading ‘Ishin-denshin’, Yoongi didn’t quite gave her time to think broader and stood up, pulling the woman together. Standing side by side, he kneeled in front of Emerson and proclaimed, among tears and sobs, holding one hand whilst looking for something in his back pocket.

– Emerson, after all those words you’ve read, would you give me the honour of becoming my Mrs.Min?

– The only possible answer is yes.

- x - x - x -

P:S I purple you <3

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styledeficit · 3 years ago

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4 April - 9 April weeknotes

4 April

I miss my old sense of smell. Nat asked me how long it took to get back to normal after covid. I had covid last August, and it’s not back to normal yet. Some things that used to smell good don’t smell good any more. That includes my favourite perfume, and sometimes, the smell of the woods or the park.

5 April

Ok, I admit it. There is a certain satisfaction to picking up so much litter it makes your arm ache just to carry it. But it’s quickly countered by the very real fact that you’re holding a bin bag full of other peoples’ litter, and you’ve got arm ache.

As a treat, I walk back through the fields and decide to brave the horses. But the horses have moved again and there’s a sign tacked to the stile:

Please be aware there may be a Bull in this field. It is not a legal requirement for us to notify you of this. However it is Illegal for us to erect a sign saying “Bull in field” if the Bull is not actually occupying the field, e.g if it has been temporarily moved to the farmyard. Therefore it is possible there is a Bull in the field, but equally possible there is not. We feel it is safer if we give some notification of the possibility, but as you just don’t know and we can’t say there is if there isn’t, please be alert, just in case.

If there is a Bull his name is either Michigan, Maverick or Mozart.

This is the field which spontaneously spawns horses. If any field was going to contain Schrödinger's bull, it was bound to be this one. I walk through the field anyway and take the long route through the graveyard just to look at the primroses.

The real question is, are there 3 bulls or does the farmer just not know the name of the one bull? Well, that and “Will it kill me?”

In the afternoon I watch Matt Jones give a talk for the Copenhagen Institute of Interaction Design. I see a familiar names from the past pop up as people log in to Zoom, and get a pang of nostalgia for the days of… what exactly? Early internet? Earlier everyone.

6 April

Restless/empty. It’s supposed to rain. I can’t decide where I want to walk - nowhere is big enough. I want the wood to be endless. The fields to be broader. The wind in the trees to be wilder and louder. I want the rain to come.

As I get near home I pass the van collecting rubbish from the park bins. The windows are open and the radio is on. Frank Sinatra sings “Keep on smilin’, ‘cause when you’re smilin’ the whole world smiles with you…” I smile at the man as he walks past, rubbish sack in hand. He smiles back. True then.

7 April

The photographers are back. I’ve seen a few now, taking shots of the morning commuters rushing across London Bridge; everyone walking the same direction, like salmon swimming upstream. Pretty sure all the photographers take the same photo. Maybe they’re doing it to prove everyone’s back now. In March 2020, they were doing the opposite.

Later, on Bishopsgate, the wind is so strong I struggle to take a step. The whole street is a giant wind tunnel. I love it. Always hard to tell if this is an architectural problem caused by the tall buildings, or just nature flexing her muscles.

Leadenhall Market is packed. City folk downing afterwork drinks. Barely enough room to raise a glass. Plenty of room to catch a virus. Perhaps they should call the photographers.

A good day though. My team are funny and kind (and good at what they do). I love watching the energy they get from each other when we all meet in real life.

8 April

Another friend tests positive for covid. The sixth in 2 weeks.

Email from software company. Subject line: Malware Scanning deploying to your instance

Assume that wasn’t written by the marketing department. Thanks for protecting my instance, though.

The pheasant is still in the cow field. Hard to tell if he’s happy, held captive or just cannot muster the energy it would take to get back over the fence.

The woods are packed full of anemones now. There’s even a few bluebells out. (Too soon!)

9 April

I’m sure I get to the end of every week and think the same thing. ‘Odd week.’ Has it been odder than normal? S’pose not. So many things up in the air though. With me, with everyone.

I find myself talking about this a lot recently:

If you’re in the early stages of a product, you’re gonna design and write a lot of things that aren’t right. That’s the work. It’s what you’re supposed to do. It doesn’t mean that what you’ve done is ‘wrong’, it just means that it’s not right yet. It’s a process. You’re not bad at what you do if you don’t get it first time. If you don’t go through the process you’ll end up with a half-baked product.

I’ve thought for a while that maybe Figma is to blame. But you can’t blame everything on software that makes every sketch look perfect. It’s attitude too. Maybe the spaces don’t feel safe enough for people to sketch, throw stuff out and resketch, or maybe it’s not being taught, so people don’t know it’s how good things get made, or maybe everyone is different. Or maybe it’s all of that.

But if you’re starting out on a project, it’s fine to go through a bunch of stuff that isn’t right, before you get to the solution.

Also: you can’t design or write about something well, unless you know it. So read all you like, but then sit with it. Close your laptop and have a chat about it, or do whatever it takes to get fluent in it. Without that, all you're doing is the equivalent of reading a text book for school, copying it out and swapping in a few different words to make it sound like yours. It’s not yours. It’s a poor imitation, and if you do that in a product, it’ll show. Because there’s no opinion, no attitude, no joy. If you can’t engage with it, there's no reason anyone else should either. Jumping in is great, but check the temperature and how deep the pool is first.

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creideamhgradochas · 6 years ago

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Thanks to the lovely @notimetoblog for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about her, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I tried writing an original character in a creative writing class but didn’t enjoy it as much as I do writing reader inserts. I’m not entirely sure why, but reader inserts just come more easily to me.

5) When is your preferred time to write?

I tend to prefer writing in the afternoon. This is in part because I have the most time in the afternoon and I usually have the house to myself so it’s very quiet. It’s hard to concentrate when there’s many people around having conversations.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

My inspiration comes from various sources. I sometimes listen to songs that jump start my imagination and I find myself daydreaming of scenarios. Things that happen to me in real life also have inspired some stories I have written. Writers I follow, of course, also inspire me to continue writing.

7) What’s your favorite scene that you’ve written?

My favorite scene to write, so far, has been the café scene in Falling. I love writing flirty Bucky, and he was just piling on the charm in that scene. Anything involving banter is also a favorite of mine.

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

BUCKY BARNES! Sorry was that too loud? I think part of the fascination with this character is his determination to overcome something that to many might be unsurmountable. His past is full of pain and torture, something that still affects him. I think, though, that it also motivates him to find himself and be the caring person he truly is. He is a hero that, apart from fighting crime, has to fight his inner demons. This is something that many people can relate to. He is such a strong character that it is very appealing to write for him. My need to constantly surround him with love and fluff in my stories is practically endless at this point.

11) How do you come up with the titles for your stories?

The titles usually come at the end. I will write out my stories and then I find myself sitting back and thinking of the title. I don’t think I’m the best at titles, so I usually stick to what I think are obvious ones. The title to my very first story was chosen because it was a phrase that I kept repeating in the story. Other stories have been titled after the song the story was based on.

12) What do you think is the best idea you’ve had for a story so far?

*gasp* This is a tough one! I’m not sure. I DO know that I was recently chatting with a friend here on tumblr and an idea for a mini series came up! I’m very excited about it and have been researching for the past few days. Can’t wait to write it out! I feel its going to be a special one.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I do have abandoned WIPs. I haven’t been writing for too long so I’m still a bit unsure about my writing. One particular aspect I’m unsure about is writing angst. I have two WIPs that have been abandoned because I feel like I haven’t been able to write out angst the way I hope to.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

Nights in Spanish. I had a couple of people ask for a possible sequel and I think it would be a fun one to revisit. A lovely person suggested some ideas for the sequel and I’ve been trying to get to work on those.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

There are many writers I admire. One that immediately comes to mind is @bitsandbobsandstuff . Her work is just incredible. I don’t think any of the words I could type out will ever do justice to how talented she is. All her stories are so vivid, raw, real, and simply amazing. Her way of describing environments and characters just plays out so well in my mind. It’s like I can see exactly what shes writing playing out. She’s incredible and I screamed every time I was notified of a new Safe With Me chapter.

Another would be @irndad . I always make sure to tell her how magical and lovely her stories are. The way she describes emotion is beyond amazing. I was hooked after I read one story by her. I immediately needed more.

@sgtjbuccky is another writer I admire. She’s amazing and so very kind. Her series are always full of fluff but when she unleashes the angst, my poor heart suffers (even though I love every minute of it). There are many more, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to finish if I keep going.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

I like to listen to music while I write. It’s become a habit while I study, so I just transitioned it to my writing. For some reason, music doesn’t distract me but the tv or conversations happening around me, do. I really don’t know why.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

Not yet. One day, maybe my angst skills develop to that point and I’ll be so very happy. I have teared up while reading stories, though.

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

I’ve never written an outline for a story. I usually go into a story knowing how I want it to start and where I want it to go. There have been some stories that have deviated from my original plan, so I have just gone with the flow.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

HOW ADDICTING IT COULD BE! I seriously didn’t stop writing when I posted my first story. I went all in with a multi-chapter series and just couldn’t stop!

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Any comment I get melts my heart. People have been very kind to me, so much so that I consider my biggest compliment any interaction they have with a story of mine. The fact that people take their time to write out a comment, look for a gif, like a story, or reblog a story, makes me so happy. THANK YOU!

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I have shared ideas with people on tumblr. I was nervous about posting my latest series, so I asked a friend to look over it and she gave me the confidence to post it. Like I mentioned before, another conversation with another person led up to an idea for a future mini-series.

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

No. I think people think I’m writing a bunch of essays while I’m working on a story.

30) What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

I loved writing Maya in Not the Time. I loved how strong she was and how determined she was to help out her friend, even if it meant standing up to a super soldier. I also love writing Sam into my stories (although I wouldn’t consider him a minor character).

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

It was a while ago! It was on ao3, when I just heard about that site through twitter. I don’t remember the title, but I remember Bucky and reader had become very close friends. She would cook for the team and he would always eat with them since he loved her cooking, but he suddenly stopped. He would not eat with them and just take large amounts of food up to his room whenever she cooked salmon. Reader was worried and thought maybe he was upset. Turns out, he had found a box of kittens (*swoon*) when he was out by a bakery buying cookies for reader, and he was keeping them a secret from Tony who would not allow him to keep them. Reader discovered this after catching him in the middle of the night feeding and playing with the kittens. It’s all fluff and now I have to go back and find it because I’m still not over how adorable it was.

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

FLUFF!! I love it. I am a complete and total sucker for it. I also don’t think my heart would be able to take writing angst (especially for Bucky) forever.

#milestone celebration #ask the author #notimetoblog

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okimargarvez · 6 years ago

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SING IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT

Original title: Sing it like you mean it.

Prompt: Penelope sings during a series of karaoke nights.

Warning: song-fic, Lisa OOC.

Genre: comedy, romantic, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team, Lisa Douglas, O.C.

Pairing: Garvez. Penelope x O.C., Luke x Lisa.

Note: multichapter.

Legend: 💏😘🔦🎈👻🎵.

Song mentioned: Wide awake, Kathy Perry; Because of you, Kelly Clarkson; Raise your glass, P!nk; Get outta my way, Kylie Minogue; Things I’ll never said, Avril Lavigne; Love me like you do, Ellie Goulding.

Sing It Like You Mean It- Masterlist

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

SING IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT- Chapter 4

Four weeks after meeting Lisa

It's a month that Luke and Lisa are together. It would not be up to her to remember it, but her memory is a real bitch and that thought shakes her just as she is waiting for the elevator. A few moments later the unnamable and JJ arrive. -Hey, Garcia, will you spoil us with another one of your performances tonight? Will be there too, please!- her friend puts her hand on her shoulder.

-Yes, but I don’t want to tell you anything else.- she feels her cheeks turn red only because Luke is a few inches away from her. Love makes people so stupid!

-Oh, fantastic. And how are things with Freddie?- only one of them notices the grimace on the man's face.

-Go on.- Penelope allows herself just to a slight smile, the only way not to feel guilty for lying. Obviously, to Luke she seems simply happy and in love. He doesn’t even remember that it’s his first "month anniversay" with Lisa.

-Are you sure it's the best choice, cherie? Are you ready?- Freddie's uncertainty gives her even more confidence. Penelope nods.

Meanwhile, at the BAU table, Lisa does nothing but blather about the anniversary. Luke can’t even pretend to have a quarter of her enthusiasm. He never managed to understand those who celebrate every single occasion, but a sudden thought illuminates him: if there had been Penelope, instead of Lisa, he probably would have liked to celebrate every single day, minute, spent with her.

-You could have even taken me out to dinner for once. If you wore a tie, every now and then, you would not die, do you know?- he wonders what he saw in her, a month ago. Maybe he just got around, the problem is that he made fun of Lisa too... and maybe, maybe, because he's still not sure, even Penelope.

The lights go down and it’s create the typical atmosphere of when the karaoke evening is about to begin. By now it’s almost a tradition that Penelope's song opens it up. It’s not something that he wants to miss. He loves to hear her sing, to see her move, even if it means to endure that she interacts with other slobbering men, first of all with that Freddie.

-Luke, are you listening one word of what I'm telling you?- he gestures with his hand as if to drive away an annoying insect. He doesn’t even notice it. -What are you doing to me? Did you really dare...?- the protests are interrupted by the announcement.

-Are you ready to go wild? Here is the wonderful Penelope: by day computer technician and at night diva of cabaret.- many laugh. JJ puts her head on Will's shoulder. Garcia has changed her cloths, but this time she seems even more sober. A very delicate salmon blouse and jeans. Pants upset Luke; it's the first time he hasn’t seen her with a skirt. Needless to deny that it was one of his recurring fantasies.

The music begins and the whole body of Penelope starts to go to rhythm.

What's the worst thing that could happen to you?

Apart from the clothing, there is something else different tonight. Everyone realizes it, or at least everyone sitting at the BAU table, including Lisa. Will was informed of developments by his wife. Penelope sings addressing herself directly to Luke. As if he were the only person present.

Take the chance tonight and try something new

Her brown eyes bile with malice, hope, possibility. She doesn’t care at all that he is sitting next to his girlfriend. It’s she, again, the one that he is looking in that way. Penelope notices that since she knows him, he has looked at her that way. Always. Both before and after crossing his own path with that of Lisa.

You're getting boring; you're oh-so boring and I don’t recognize the zombie you turn into

Yes, she is doing it on purpose. She is telling him that he has changed, and she is right. Since he started with Lisa, he interrupted his walks and post-evenings with Roxy and Penelope. Because of course his girlfriend wasn’t comfortable with the fact that he could go out, even if amicably, with another woman. Not then with that woman. It was already so obvious to Lisa, could he have taken so long to wake up? Well, better late than never, they say.

Don‘t worry 'cause tonight I got you, you can take a seat, do what you normally do

Maybe what she is singing was true. He would like so much to be just hers. He would like to be able to experience the sensation of being in those arms, having her hands so white in his hair, giving caresses on his cheeks, resting his head on her chest, feeling the beating of her heart and then listening to her voice whisper that It's all right and you can close your eyes.

I'm about to let you see this is what'll happen if you ain't givin' your girl what she needs

Penelope smiles in an almost sadistic manner. She has something in mind, something more than just smiling and winking singing. He does not know if he must be afraid or just enjoy the unfolding of events. The blonde takes a chair, appropriately already on stage, and helps Freddie to sit down. Then she is positioned behind his shoulders, the light hair that touch the man's face.

Leave you, move on to a perfect stranger, you talk, I walk, wanna feel the danger

She keeps touching him, the cheek, the hair, the thigh, but still staring straight at Luke, almost challenging him, but what? Of course, she doesn0t imagine that he can stand up, run on stage and force her to stop because he is jealous. Luke quivers in his place, indifferent to the fact that others can think exactly what is happening.

See me with him and it's turning you on

Here is finally revealed the goal of Penelope: just lay bare his jealousy. To make him understand that it’s not right for him to try this sort of possession, because he is already engaged, he has no right over her, because he has never made a move in this direction, either before, or after meeting Lisa.

It's got me saying, getting me back at the end of this song

Yes, even Garcia has cited that he isn’t in love with his girlfriend. He doesn’t believe that she has managed to discover that in reality the object of his desires, but he wants serious, not only bring her to bed and mark a cleat on the gun, here it’s about building a whole future... in short, she is too naive and insecure to think that Luke can fully love her. And indeed, it is so. But somewhere has to start, therefore, make sure that Lisa is no longer a problem is already something. In any case it’s something between them, it is up to Luke to find the courage to look inside and say aloud who he really wants by his side.

Get outta my way! Get outta my way, got no more to say... he's taken your place, get outta my way

The consequences in the case that he would decide to continue by pretending nothing will make them perfectly explicit. If he is with Lisa, he must have eyes only for her. He must look at his cell phone dreamily, waiting for a message from her. Wanting the time to come home to relax in her arms. Feeling the heart accelerate the beats even for a stupid month anniversary.

Way outta my way, get outta my way!

What he can’t do is to stay with Lisa but at the same time staring Penelope during the exposure of each case, as he has been regularly during this month. Ask her continuously for information with a vague appearance (source: JJ). Watch her as she sings as if he wants to tear every garment off her. Smoke from the ears if she just touches or devotes attention to another man, anyone, even Spencer.

Now I gotta taste, I wanna explore, ain't going to waste, no, not anymore

Because he isn’t the only male being in the world who can feel interest in her. This has made it clear even during the course of the other performances. Penelope certainly doesn’t have to wait for him to have fun, go out, feel beautiful and smart. But it seems that the immense privilege of occupying that magical place next to her has fallen on him. She makes him understand it right now, staring at him openly, putting all the cards on the table.

You going hard now to win my heart, but too many times now you've been calling her

Here, again, black on white. She doesn’t need too many moves, too much treble. She could even wear a mask with only two eye holes, because she doesn’t need anything other than those two dark and deep brown spheres. They are really the mirrors of her soul and he would be staring at them forever.

Do not worry 'cause tonight I got you, you can take a seat, do what you normally do

But if he thought that she couldn’t do worse, that she couldn’t expose herself further, he was wrong. Penelope has really decided that tonight things will change, definitely, whether it's good or bad. Luke must absolutely make a choice. He can’t trying to have it both ways. Or having the cake or eating it.

I'm about to let you see this is what'll happen if you ain't givin' your girl what she needs

She descends from the stage, slowly, clearly leading to her colleagues table. JJ exchanges a look with her husband, they talk to each other without needing the voice. All remain paralyzed. Penelope reaches them and continues straight to Luke. She ignores Lisa and takes his hand, she makes him stand up.

Leave you, move on to a perfect strange, you talk, I walk, wanna feel the danger

The heart of man practically moves it to that contact. As in movies, as in books, as in the craziest fantasies, there are only them in that room. She sings for a crowd, but actually exclusively for his ears. He is no longer afraid, because she transmits all the strength he needs. She makes simple gestures with her hands, accompanying the text of the song in a mimetic, ironic way.

See me with him and it's turning you on

She blinks at Freddie, who gives her a clear wink. This breaks Luke's bubble of carefree and brings him back to the real world. He also catches a glimpse of Lisa. She is asking him, she is ordering him to let go of Garcia's hand and go back to his place.

It's got me saying, getting me back at the end of this song

Penelope provided him with a maximum time limit. When the last note comes out from the guitar of Freddie's partner, the stage will be set, he will not be able to do anything anymore. And if he doesn’t bet on her, if he just waits for the course of fate, this time he will lose her seriously.

Get outta my way! Get outta my way, got no more to say... he's taken your place, get outta my way

In fact, the blonde springs up to his hand abruptly, slips it off as if it were burning, as if it were infected, almost as she had done to Bradenton. This unbalance him and he almost falls. Fortunately, there is still the chair behind him, so he finds himself again next to Lisa, who seems to wait for an explanation.

Way outta my way, get outta my way!

Luke is only able to equal the movement of those hips that from the first moment have been sinuous and that have caused various reactions in his body, only that the brain wasn’t immediately informed. She sits on the edge of the stage, swinging her legs like a child. Yes, jeans are up to his imagination.

And, no, I ain't goin' home 'cause I wanna stay, but I won't be alone, no how, no way

He doesn’t know the song, but it’s now clear that it’s about to finish. He must find the strength to act. This situation is wrong for both women. They deserve to know the truth. Or rather, they already know it, partially, they feel it, but he must clarify everything, say it aloud and bear the consequences. He turns to Lisa, the voice of Penelope becomes a background similar to a radio.

Now I've showed you what I'm made of.. This is what'll happen if you ain't givin' your girl what she needs

-Lisa...- he can’t whisper, as he would like, because the volume is too high. His girlfriend has lost any hope of winning the race, reading the disillusionment in her eyes. It's all Phil's fault, why he couldn’t just tell him he was a coward and had to move his ass with the direct object of his desires, rather than divert it to another woman, who could never compete with her?

Leave you, move on to a perfect stranger, you talk, I walk, wanna feel the danger

-What do you want, Luke? I want to see if you have got the balls to tell me the truth.- even at that moment his fixed thought is always Penelope. She is about to walk far. He must concentrate. The hands are running.

-Lisa, I... I'm sorry, I'm a jerk. You are beautiful, smart, a good person, help lots of people with your work, but...-

See me with him and it's turning you on

The last round of refrain. It would be less ridiculous, this situation, if both weren’t forced to shout in the ears phrases so trivial. It may even seem dramatic, but it is tragicomic.

-But I'm not her, is not it?- Lisa points directly to the woman singing.

It's got me saying, getting me back at the end of this song

The brunette stands up, shaking her head. There's nothing left for her here. Maybe it never was, but she liked to believe it, yes. The first song that Penelope sang, what led to this moment, was about a woman who had lived for too long with her eyes closed. But she was wrong about one thing, that woman wasn’t Penelope, but she.

Get outta my way! Get outta my way, got no more to say... he's taken your place, get outta my way

Luke follows her towards the exit. Penelope sees them go away and for a moment loses concentration, makes a slight discoloration, but only Freddie and Spencer realize it.

-Lisa, wait!- Luke stops her, taking her by the arm. -I'm sorry, I didn’t want it to go like this, do you know this?- she should hate him and maybe it's a little bit like that, but it's a difficult task, because basically Luke isn’t the classic asshole. He didn’t do it on purpose to fall in love with another, it was already when she appeared. Only he was just as blind as she and probably as Penelope herself.

Way outta my way, get outta my way!

- Yes, Luke, I know. I’m sorry too.- she can see them, even if only in passing. She sees them kissing. She looks away, she can’t stand any more. Well, it’s clear that it had to go this way. At least Freddie owes her a dinner. At least now Luke will stop looking at her during the case show. She was the ferrywoman of a true love that wasn’t known yet.

No, I ain't goin' home

But she will completely contradict the words of her song. In fact, as soon as she is free, she will run to her house to get a nice cry with Sergio in her arms. Cats, animals, are definitely better than people. Too bad, she hoped to be able to recover the walks with Roxy but... you can’t have everything from life.

But I won’t be alone

Freddie, next to her, notices that something is wrong. He's really cute, far more than pretty, it's just an attractive man. And sweet and understanding. But it's not Luke, it will never be. He will never have the intensity of his dark eyes, surely also due to everything he has seen in the war.

Now I've showed you what I'm made of

-Good luck, Luke, really. No hard feelings.- here, this is the woman of whom he thought he could fall seriously in love, this is the reason if from that blind-date they passed beyond. Not the one that seemed to adore complaining about any silly, who didn’t tolerate spending time with the team.

He smiles at her, unaware that the farewell kiss may have cost him.

Now I've showed you what I'm made of

When he returns to the table he expects to find her there, but Penelope isn’t even on stage. Without speaking he asks for explanations from the others, by gestures. JJ shakes her head, disconsolate. The war is still long.

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Note: the song is Get outta my way by Kylie Minogue

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