#like. i politely talk to you and ask if you know where ur colleague is

[kirishwima]

is it reaaally a shitty shift if the ER doctor doesnt snap at you?

[dekarios]

i'm rereading area x rn and i just finished annihilation #yourinfluence... ik u like control a lot, what draws u to him?

EEEEEEEEE I HOPE UR ENJOYING UR REREAD.... ^_^

so ive been mulling over this ask since i woke up and i've been trying to decide how seriously i take this question and thus my answer. i've decided for a sort of middle ground. i'm not gonna scream to you about him being my meow meow (which he is) but i'm also not going to take a few days to really go into depth which i was considering (going thru the entire book of authority and acceptance both and grabbing screenshots and going thru it ALLL to explain what about control i really enjoy....)

so middle ground. i'll try to be normal.

SPOILERS FOR AUTHORITY AND ACCEPTANCE INCLUDING THE ENDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i talk about sex a bit

there's a lot about control i like. i think jeff is very good at making his characters detailed and complex enough that you can lose time on exploring who they are.

we can talk about how control is the trope doomed by the narrative, he was groomed from a young age to end up where he ends up. he has dreams and waking dreams of jumping into area x: his destiny is set, everything that happens to him is written in time and he cannot avoid it. he cannot fight it. he cannot control it.

control is the eyes we see the horrors of area x through. see the biologist isn't good for this, she lies to us, she changes the narrative, she excludes information, she manipulates and warps it to be exactly what she wants it to be. she controls how we view area x through her eyes. she's not our eyes.

in authority we get to see this [area x and southern reach] through the eyes of someone.. like us. john rodriquez is extremely normal. jeff purposefully gives him an extremely normal american name, there's nothing particularly unique or special about him. he watches tv, he likes chess, he jogs, he has a cat, he loved his dad, he likes to go to bars, he sleeps with attractive people when he feels like it, he dates a lot. like john is so normal man it's almost painful. but the first real thing we get with him.. is him asking his new colleagues.. the people he will become the boss of... to call him control? i know nonbinary people with less confidence in their chosen name than him.

we're immediately given this normal ass dude but something ain't quite normal but why? we learn why: spy parent and spy grandparent groom small boy into being a spy. something he doesn't align with at all. nothing about him is suited for it. in field work he fucks up because he makes him feel so confident his ego makes him sloppy. in office work he can't handle the politics and can't navigate it. he's assigned fixer because it's the only thing he can do; because he's a normal dude who can talk to people, has charisma, is pretty smart.

i like to think even his mother is very aware he's not cut out for it but she's still willing to help him, keep getting him new jobs and using her position of power and influence to save him time and time again. i think a lot about how she put him in the face of direct danger more than once, but most importantly in front of area x, knowing full well what it could do to him, but having to do this cruelty to him because he's the only person she knows well enough to know if he changes. if he stops being this nice fucking guy lol.

like think about how terrible he is at his job at director IMMEDIATELY. he's dominated and overshadowed by grace instantly, he tries to use charm on her and fails multiple times, he wants her to like him and he doesn't know how to do this but meakly submit and also say "please like me". you ever think about the stupid fucking internal thought he has? i can't remember exactly how its worded but its like "look out at this mosquito orgy and warm to me, grace".

which moves onto my next point: he's so silly. he calls his cat chorry. when he sees whitby freaking out he says "i'll come back later" and tries to leave. ?? like it's a comedy. he starts a war over a squished mosquito in his car, like grace looked out at the mosquito orgy and didn't warm to him, but instead chose to squash every chance of a relationship they had, without knowing if she did it. when in fact HE did it, he just doesn't remember. he makes a shit joke at the voice because he's mad and his best comback is turd. "you're a turd" is what john has in his back pocket.

he tries so hard not to be a fuck up but he's been groomed to enter environments where he can only fuck up because he's not built for it. bro should be at the club, basically.

i like to think about his relationships a lot, how he essentially love bombs his partners and gives them every single piece of him he can give, loves them so utterly and passionately, because he knows it's not gonna last but he wants to experience it all the same. he wants a relationship and love but the life he was given doesn't fit it. and clearly he's not terrible because his ex still tries to maintain a relationship with him, even if it's just platonic. she still cares, and that characterises him a lot. he's not a bad guy.

when he talks about how he knows he will leave them behind, that his need for secrets and to understand, to see beyond the veil, i can understand that. think about it: his mother left him all the time, disappeared for weeks, months, at a time, until she really left and it was just him and his dad. how he must have thought about her, how he longed to know what she was doing, why she was leaving him, what was so important that he would leave him and his father. as he got older, seeking this out, seeking her out, being offered the door but if he chooses to set through it there's no going back: the need to know the secret that took her away so desperately that he would do it. trapping himself in that cycle too, but it's his girlfriends he's leaving behind, and then later even chorry gets left behind, even his father gets left behind, his mother + grandfather, too.

you think about how when he packed and left his home he also left behind his fathers chessboard? that's leaving his father behind for these secrets, for the need to know. when he throws his gun into the ocean for ghost bird? growing away his grandfather, his mother, letting go of that life they groomed him for, letting go of the agent he is and becoming something new: something that will follow ghost bird to hell itself, and then at the very end: he drops chorry. the chesspiece he held on for dear life: his life. his normal, ordinary life. holding on to what he had in those evenings at home: a comfy spot on the sofa, some shitty movie and chorry on his lap. he lets go of chorry, lets chorry fall to the ground, leaves chorry behind for the ultimate secret. he needs to know.

he needs to know why he was put on this path, why he was groomed for this, why his mother left him, why he was put in the southern reach, why why why. his life was laid out for him, destiny written since his birth, a path he had no choice but to walk despite how unsuited he was. the biologist didn't go this far. no one knows what this secret holds. he has to know. it has to be him. no more secrets. no more being left in the dark. it's his turn to know everything.

i do love how it overwrites everything to him. when he gets close he doesn't think about anything else but knowing what this secret is. he doesn't think about whitbys thesis, he doesn't think about the brightness, even his love for ghost bird and his obsession with her (we'll get to that) goes out the window. he's determined if anything.

control is doomed by the narrative. and i don't think it's super obvious? if you don't remember the dream he has you won't realise that the start of authority is the end of authority: he dreams of falling, he jumps.

also back to relationships: when we're told he has one night stands and the woman he's sleeping with calls him a player and he remarks he doesn't think he's a player, which i think is very true, i think he would have a normal relationship if he was allowed to have a normal life, something very interesting is going on in that scene. did you notice? they're not having sex. he's going down on her. as she's calling him a player, he's performing oral on her. now this might not be something a lot of people pick up on especially in queer spaces: but men giving oral is not "common", as cishet men would like you to think. like think about it, a blowjob is an expectation, eating pussy is disgusting. there's many men out there who won't do it. far more than you'd think. i've been involved with a lot of cishet men in my life and they've been repulsed by vaginas, thought the idea was sickening, some were even confused i asked like pussy eating is a myth. hell there's famous men out there who refuse to eat pussy and talk about it proudly. control giving oral in that scene is a characterisation, he's happy to give, he's happy to provide, he cares about others, he cares about his partners, he doesn't see it as embarrassing or shameful or like a submission even, and since it's a one night stand he very likely enjoys it. so now we know truly, imho, what kind of normal man he really is.

i don't think these are my only reasons for liking him though. and i also understand people may really dislike him. like especially in acceptance, he was an absolute dickhead at points. he was unlikeable. he chose to try and torture and hurt ghost bird by making up fake lines in whitbys thesis. he felt awful about it, regretted it immediately, but he also never admitted it or apologised. she still forgave him. ghost bird put in work to make him more likeable at the end! but i also empathise with him a lot in the same way she does. he was not built for this, as i've been saying. no part of john rodriquez was made to survive area x. she knew that, we, the reader, should know it too. authority tells us how not cut out he is for all this, and then we see him jump. we watch him doom himself: we watch the narrative continue its descent to his demise. we read acceptance knowing he is fucked. that he is not going to survive the ending.

and boy, was i upset. reading acceptance was so hard for me. i was crying CONSTANTLY. every time i was pulled away from ghost bird and control i was ACHING to return (despite glora + saul being other characters i fucking adore, and i loved their sections more than i can say, i was taken out of them a bit by needing to know what happens to ghost bird + control!) and every time i saw the CONTROL or GHOST BIRD at the top of the screen i would VIBRATE.. and feel a bit sick.

i think a lot of liking control comes from seeing him through ghost birds eyes, and also how he sees ghost bird through his own.

think about authority again, he looks forward to seeing her. the interrogations become a sort of anchor for him to get through the day. they help. they steady the madness. ghost bird steadys the madness. that's why things noticably deteriorate when she's gone, and that's why he doesn't like when she changes. he still enters her room when she's sick despite knowing he shouldn't and regetting it because he needs her, he needs the anchor of seeing her. when she changes in personality he doesn't like it and misses when she was confrontational because he was expecting it: expecting his anchor to stay the same. when he's in the interrogation room with her everything settles: calm, white, just the two of them speaking, he feels like he has some control here, he can control this situation, grace isn't there, the former directors notes don't haunt him, whitby isn't in the corner of his eye, he's not thinking about the dead mouse and the phone. it's just him and ghost bird and he's in control. even though we know he's not, we quickly learn ghost bird has the control in their interactions and he's fooling himself.

he finds himself caring for her because that's who he is, he cares about people, he cares, so he tries to make things easier for her. he wants to help her. hell if he wasn't a mummas boy with mummas boy issues he might have tried to help her more. i think the end of the book shows that he would toss aside the agency for her, if he could (and he does). i like to think about the scene at the pond, where he wants to just talk to her, listen to her, be with her. he wants it to be a normal interaction. he wants to be her friend. to learn about her on equal ground at this point. he hits the point where he doesn't want that control with her anymore: and then he remembers he has to interrogate her because what if they're listening?

control brings me pain because i'm witnessing just a nice person be shoved into this weird ass horror scenario. i want him to go home, put on his jammies, and cuddle chorry. i want him removed from the narrative! please someone save my boy Oh no he's a bunny now.

so i hated the ending when i read it.

i hated it. i really. really.

hated it.

of course i did, i was fighting every step of the way for him to get a happy ending. i wanted him to be happy. he didn't deserve how much he was suffering, how tortured he was, he didn't deserve it.

but this is the horror. to return to an original point: he's our eyes.. into the horror.

he is the normal person, just like us, not fit for area x and all this government bullshit and alien bullshit and the bullshit, and his horror is our horror. how it warps and changes him, how his personality becomes something lesser, how he loses control entirely. how he WRESTLES for it. how he tries to fight and is crushed again and again. how he needs someone built for this to anchor him: how we return to ghost bird being the anchor, but for us too. she keeps us sane in area x.. as sane as we can be. but she's not a babysitter, it's not her job, she wants to protect, to guard, to be the warden for, but she has her own mission and she won't sacrifice it. she even tells control at the end, she gives him his full name, and tells him she cannot protect him here. he has to open his eyes. and he fucking runs. he runs.

but he runs forward. he runs past her. she lets him go and he lets her go.

he needs to know.

and that act of letting go lets area x claim him. transform him. he is no longer afraid.

see i hated this so so much. and i'm crying as i write about it. but i don't hate it anymore.

i used my sort of unhinged rabbit shit you might have seen all over tumblr to COPE. i had to go all in or i would continue to hate it and i didn't want that. i had to accept what jeff vandermeer chose for control. i had to accept his destiny.

the southern reach series is about ecofear, about ecophobia. it is about ecohorror. it is the birthplace of ecohorror to a lot of people. control is the embodiment of ecofear as a character. the fear of nature. he fights back against nature throughout the series. he denies it. refuses to accept it. we see how it destroys him, this denial.

and when he finally lets go, when he lets go of his fear, when he stops being afraid, he is transformed. the loss of human hubris. he becomes part of nature. in a very literal sense, of course. but you see my point.

i can't give myself full credit for this either, that essay i read put in a lot of work for me to help understand controls place in the story as our eyes. he is human hubris as a character.

ghost bird says he dies at the end, and i do believe her. at this point she can see far more than she could before, she is so attuned to area x that she probably knows.. everything. omnipresent, like a god, almost. i think she's just connected in a way that brings her closer to the aliens area x was made by originally - at least in my interpretation. i think if anyone would know if he survived, it would be her. if she says he's dead, he's dead.

but i don't think he's gone? or i think, in his last act, he did something. changed something, like ghost bird said.

i think that maybe when sweet little rabbit control jumped into that light, maybe time slowed down, maybe it was like a new reality entirely, he left his plane, maybe it was like a new dimension, i don't know. i think he learnt there: i think he got his understanding. i think maybe he knew more than a human could ever. let alone a rabbit. either way, we know as a rabbit he still had his thoughts: i like to think that he merged with area x in a way that made his dna part of area x, i like to think area x is alien, and him. a bit of human, a bit of earth, for this alien Thing.

and i think ghost birds theory that he made a door for them was right. we hear it from him himself, he loves her, and he never disliked grace, he was quite desperate for grace to like him in fact. i think he would have thought of them. done something for them. i wouldn't even be surprised if he was able to make it just a little less hostile to them. yknow? especially to grace, who was really just like him. just another person, but one with the strength to survive. idk. all of this is theory, ofc, and only mine, maybe.

control is a good person with flaws. he's funny, he's silly. he's caring and he is loving. he wants to be cared for and loved. he's driven by his issues with his mother, who loved him and abandoned him and hurt him, and he still forgives her. he forgets where he is and tries to be normal and people give him weird looks for it because normal isn't accepted here. we can't be friends. he knows that, doesn't stop him wanting it, doesn't stop him trying.

and boy does he try.

all he does is fucking try.

he tries and he tries and tries.

and fails.

again and again and again.

he fails.

he makes me sad. he makes me happy too.

i think it's kind of funny i've attached so hard to the most ordinary character in this series, but like i said i see him through ghost birds eyes. he's pathetic. he's pathetic and he means no harm. he's like a sad, lost little bunny rabbit who you want to protect.

do you ever think about how control says he tried so hard to get grace to run, begged her, sobbed to her, but she wouldn't move and so he ran. and then grace tells a different story, like he barely tried, like he bolted. do you ever think about how rabbits bolt as fast as their legs can go when they're afraid? do you ever think about how flighty they are?

do you think about how when the biologist came back, he tried to pull ghost bird away, but he ultimately fled? how he ran, bolted, even when it was ghost bird who he was trying to save?

do you think he's cowardly? do you think he's a coward?

do you ever think about how terrified he was in whitbys horror, those paintings, whitby curled up there, and how control stared at him? just stared? frozen, powerless? do you ever think about how rabbits stare? those wide eyes staring at you as they coil up inside for that bolt? do you ever think about how control didn't bolt, but calmly left, despite his terror?

is he a coward? or can he just read when he's truly in danger, and knows the correct response for it?

do you think he's a coward for not trying harder to save other people? do you think he should put himself in danger for them? die for them, maybe?

it makes me think about how fiction often shows us that our protagonists, or main characters, are heroes? it is the hero of the story.

he's not a hero. he's a normal, ordinary man, shoved into extraordinary circumstances. and he won't leave them. thinks he's something he's not. thinks he's made for this. he's not made for this.

the most human scene for me is when he's sobbing in his car and saying sorry over and over again. he's not a hero. he can't save you. he's just a guy.

and then he sees his mother and he thinks he can do it again. he'll go to ghost bird, he'll bring her back, she's the answer, she has to be, he can do this. he can solve this. fix this.

and then he can't. he can't do it. again he can't do it.

reminders over and over and over that he isn't fit for this.

that he wishes he was for his mother.

idk. this got really long and i can keep going. but i'm not gonna i am going to end it here. i have to for my own sanity. i doubt anyone is reading this far anyway.

i love control. he has shot his way up my favourite characters list a ridiculous amount. a lot of my love involves my love for ghost bird, too. my love for their relationship. their bond.

control is a damsel in distress who was doomed by the narrative and just needs a warm hug. you ever think about how ghost bird uses hugs to calm him? to anchor him? how she holds him. how he can only sleep if she's holding him? man. someone please get my boy out of this nightmare.

[a-regular-ol-pill]

Waiy wait wait- ok but tigreal as ur sugar daddy tho (remember his special skin 😳 tell me that didn't radiate big rich daddy energy) f! reader if u may. Thank youuu <3 no pressure tho feel free to ignore

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"I'm gonna treat you better than anyone else that you've met."

Mobile Legends; Bang Bang

Pairing; Tigreal, You.

SFW

Requested? Yes.

Small note for requester; I'm so sorry if the gif isn't moving. I tried my best but the smoke just wouldn't work. I also kind of made Tigreal needy in this because he seemed to be the type of guy to act like a baby in the morning..

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Warning(s); 'Damn', Kind of angst with comfort, Someone being a creep and staring?

Word Count; N/A

Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; 'She', 'Her', etc...

Prompt;

"What's the shame in having a sugar daddy? He'll treat you like a queen." (Modern AU)

Usually, you'd wake up to a cold, and empty room— Where you'd get up just to take a cold shower. But that's not the case. Right now, you're in a large, two people bedroom. And in the arms of your loving boyfriend, Tigreal. Usually, something like this for you must be a dream, but no. Your childhood friend stepped up, confessed his feelings, and even offered to be your sugar daddy just incased you refused. Well, the reason for you accepting both of his offer— Was because you'll benefit, twice than if you only pick one of his offers.

Tigreal's been treating you like you're a princess, or his queen, giving you very expensive gifts and offering to get a vacation together to some tourist attraction. He was the best lover you could ask for, and not because he spends money like air for you— You get sick? Boom, bed tied until you get better while he does everything in his power to take care of you. You come back home tired and don't want to stand around? He'll carry you straight to a warm bath and massage your sore legs.

In short, it was the best decision you've ever made, agreeing to receive, and love him back. You could go on and on about it. Not until you felt soft kisses being pressed to the back of your neck, and the hands wrapped around you becoming tighter around your small frame. Instantly, a huge smile lit up on your face. "Good morning baby.." He whispered, it's definitely obvious from his low, and husky voice that he was still sleepy from waking up. If you could see his face right now, you bet he would look handsome from the gentle, yellow light.

"Good morning sleepy head. Can you let go of me now so I can prepare us food to eat?" You asked politely, shivering when you felt him snuggle up to you, and breathe into your neck. The moment he inhaled your scent, he pulled you close, so your back could lay flat againts his chest. "We'll order take-out. I need to cuddle you." He complained, purposefully tangling his legs with yours so you were physically stuck together with him. "You big baby, we've been ordering take-out since yesterday." You reminded him of the awful delivery service you got yesterday— Yet he insisted on not letting you get out of bed.

After awhile of squirming, and complaining to him about his huge body— His phone rang from beside you. You braced yourself as he whined and reached from above you to grab his phone. Eventually, you ended up in between his legs, with him kneeling above you when he struggled to hold the phone right. You got a front row seat to hear, and see him talking to one of his colleagues— Alucard. Seeing him clench his teeth, and knit his brows together without ever knowing what Alucard was saying looked incredibly attractive.

After the call was at its end, you took his cheek and leaned up to feel his warm lips. He was taken aback by the action, but put his phone down to press you down and kiss you back. Keep in mind that he was much, much bigger than you in terms of sizes. So when he pulled away and got ahold of your hand— He easily took the other one, held them tight above your head, then began kissing all over your face. Making you let out soft laughs and breathless giggles from the ticklish sensation.

"You really can't wait for one phone call, princess?" He kissed your nose, and you shook your head no as an answer. He went ahead and playfully kissed around your neck, you squirmed and laughed softly. "Baby stop.." You laughed out, he simply chuckled and kept kissing you to tickle you even more. "You wanted kisses, you're getting everything." Due to his immense strength, you couldn't possibly get away, but you somehow did— You raised your palm and gently pushed on his face. Shaking slightly when you tried to hold back your giggles.

"If you do that, we won't get kisses for the rest of the day." You told him, his eyebrows furrowed together right after. "That's not how it works." His voice was muffled, but then he pulled your hand away to kiss you directly on the lips. A gentle silence coated the air while you two shared a longing, and passionate kiss. Your heart felt so full with the love he had in the kiss, and you had to pull away— Not for air, but for your poor overflowing heart's sake.

Tigreal chuckled softly at your closed eyes, and struggling body. "Want to go to a restaurant, baby? Visit the mall and get you anything you want?" He asked, letting go of your hand— That was apparently, still being held by him. You hesitated to answer, he'd been spending so much on you, and you wanted so badly to say no. But he helped you decide; "Don't worry baby, we agreed on this, didn't we? I tend your financial needs and you just love me."

You mentally fought with yourself, then nodded, gasping when he picked you up in his arms and helped you to the bathroom. The surprised look on his face had him laughing as the warm water filled the tub. "Go on baby, I'll give you a massage and wash your back. Is that okay for you?" He offers, placing you down onto your legs and turning away so you could strip your clothes. This wasn't the first time that he'd offer to do something intimate like that. But it will surely, and definitely not be the last.

After you'd stripped and got into the tub, you tap his leg and turn away. Hearing his clothes shuffle before the water gently splashed around you. The cold air was certainly painful, but with Tigreal's warmth. You should be able to oblige with the freezing air of the air-conditioning. "Is it too cold? You're shivering." He points out, hands laying on your shoulder, and thumb resting againts the edge of your shoulder blades.

You were about to refuse, but knowing how easily he could spot your stubbornness, you nodded. Leaning your head back once he applied pressure on your shoulder blades using his thumbs. "That's my good girl. Thank you for being honest, baby." He praised, massaging your shoulders and shoulder blades. You had to admit, being called 'baby' all the time made you feel some type of way. But nonetheless, you two enjoyed your bath together and got dressed.

Tigreal could not have been more dad like on the way to the mall. He kept babbling, and telling stories like he's been living since the eighties when you know fully well that both of you attended kindergarten together. It was hilarious to hear a ton of dad jokes from him, not because they were funny. But because he kept repeating the same ones over and over again. Only to hear you say that he already told you that. It was truly those things that you love him.

Once you found yourself walking to the entrance from the parking lot, you notice Tigreal's eyes shifting away from you to somewhere else. You worried that something may be wrong, but when he whispered a soft sorry and gently hugged you with his whole body covering your behind, you realized what had happened. Your clothes consisted of an oversized lavander top and a very short hotpants that made you look like you were only wearing that top.

Someone must've been looking, thank god Tigreal didn't confront the person. Or else security would have been kicking him out. "I'm so sorry baby." You whispered, pulling him aside to a corner after you both entered the mall. His eyes was filled with worry, and that worry was for you. "It's alright. We're gonna get you to a clothing store and change you into something else.." He said, keeping you close to his chest. You leaned back on him, doing your best to comfort him because he thinks he should have been able to do something about earlier— even though it was in your control! Not his!

After a moment of looking around in a store, something caught your eye. Tigreal immediately noticed it, and followed to where you were looking. Without even a second thought, he took your hand and went over to the matching outfit you saw. Your eyes grew wide upon seeing the price tag. "I don't think we should-." Well... too late. He'd already made up his mind, after all. You both signed up for it, and he'll willingly give you everything that caught your eye.

He called for a employee, asked for the outfit with your size, and didn't make you argue when you're pushed inside the changing room with the outfit you eyed. You subconciously bit your lip while looking at it, the cloth used was so high quality, it made you feel out of place when you tried it on— This was one of the times that you hated Tigreal's insisting, and giving personality. You were once low financially, and now, literally off the grid with Tigreal as your lover. Your thoughts ran wild, and it seems that you took too long. Because Tigreal went ahead and stepped inside the changing room.

His breath hitched upon seeing you standing there. Your back turned againts him, but your front being oh so visible for him in the mirror. His voice caught your attention, and brought you back to the place you were. "You looks so beautiful, baby. You have such a good eye on something as valuable as you." He then wrapped his arms around you, humming softly upon noticing that you were upset. "What's wrong, baby? You hungry? We can pay for the outfit, and you can try it on-."

You sniffled. "It's not that, this thing is in the thousands, with two digits, and you're willing to buy it just like that? Because I found it to be amazing looking? It's so unfair to you, I can't return the favor financially." He could tell that you were gonna cry, so he gently hushed your hiccups and takes your face into his hands. Needing to go to his knees to make you look directly into his eyes.

And, of course. He always finds a way to comfort you. "Don't cry, baby. Okay? You're worth a lot more to me than money. I don't give a single damn about you not being able to help me in any way, except making me feel loved. Our relationship is worth more that I've saved and spent, and I'd be so stupid to make you feel useless and needing to be reliant of other people. Like right now, I'm so stupid to make you cry like this. Don't blame yourself for anything, understand?"

Damn it, how can you say no— When he's cradling you in his arms, not caring about how much time you've spent in the changing room calming down?

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[fukurodanni]

love for the rich and emotionally stunted: a comprehensive guide

ch. 2/7 -- prev. -- next. pairing: jumin han x f!reader warnings: n/a series summary: in the months following the incident with his father's most recent paramour, glam choi, the corporate heir of C&R finds himself discovering exactly what it is that makes a person in love so blind. ao3 link

note: sticking a read more right at the beginning. u kno how it is. thank you for sticking around i'll try my best to keep updates within a week or so!

(weeks prior.)

Jumin Han has entered the chatroom.

Jumin Han

She talked to me today.

ZEN

??

Who?

707

She??

There’s a she?!

Jumin Han

Oh.

I must have neglected to mention it.

ZEN

????

Last time there was a “she”...

Jumin Han

… No.

There’s a woman at my office.

Jaehee Kang

Does she work for you?

Jumin Han

Yes

707

That took an awfully long time for you to type lolol

Are you sure~~

Jumin Han

Yes. She wears a lanyard.

Jaehee Kang

Do you not know her name??

Jumin Han

I should think it would seem impolite after… all that.

Jaehee Kang

???

ZEN

?????

All that WHAT?

Jumin Han

I only caught a glimpse of her lanyard. I don’t know.

ZEN

Dodged my question… T_T

Jaehee Kang

Is this that woman you see in the mornings?

Jumin Han

How did you ....

ZEN

?!?!

707

Is our Jumin finally getting some?!

I’m so proud. Haha T_T

Jumin Han

Getting some… what?

Jaehee Kang

I can look into her.

For research purposes. Of course^^

Jumin Han

;;;

I only just started seeing her this month.

At the door. Seeing her at the door.

707

Seeing her OTL

Maybe she’s your future lover come to save you^^

Jumin Han

I doubt that.

ZEN

Yeah lolol

I doubt it too

And right after the Choi thing?? No way.

707

T_T

Ur right

There’s no way...

-

“Do you play video games, Mr Han?”

That’s a new one. “Where would I find the time?” He asks, thinking of Yoosung. “It’s a useless hobby.”

“That was a quick answer,” you reply. “Who hurt you?”

Jumin raises a brow, inquisitive. “No one.”

“Okay,” you say, the beginnings of a grin playing on your lips. “Who ruined video games for you?”

He thinks of the dark smudges under Yoosung’s eyes, the awful typos and the messages at 3am. It’s only a little funny. The door closes behind them. “No one in particular.”

“You’re smiling, Mr Han. Just a little.” You smile too at this, tilting your head in that curious way of yours. When you reach the lobby and then your separate ways, Jumin spares a glance at you.

He wants to say something more, something lodged very deep in his throat that comes out dry breath. He’s never been too good at small-talk, not with colleagues, not with business outside of work. He wants to be, just a little.

He’s not quite sure how that came to be.

-

It’s beyond embarrassing the way he comes up to you in the cafeteria. “You work here,” he says, a very belated realization.

You blink a few times, as if processing. “Yes,” you say slowly. “I have a lanyard.” You wave the offending item around and Jumin finally, finally catches a glimpse of your name.

“I see,” Jumin says, because that’s all he really can say. “Work hard.”

He consults his phone right away, willing the heat from his face and opening the messenger app. It goes as well as expected when he mentions it so vaguely-- Hyun rags on him for his lack of conversational skills and Yoosung drops a line or two about his own miserable love life. In any case, Assistant Kang’s information on you had only reached him earlier today and in a way he’s still coping. It had been baffling to say the least, finally having everything in front of him rather than scattered in the bits and pieces of your dialogue.

You work, technically, in the same position Assistant Kang does. Only in the fashion department, of which Jumin had strategically ignored after Echo Girl and the Chois. It really isn’t his fault he hadn’t noticed you-- not since before this month when you began arriving so consistently.

“Something on your mind?” Assistant Kang asks, looking up from where she’s shuffling through a stack of papers. It isn’t unusual for her to break the silence with a quip-- she’s always been good at easing into a mode of conversation that takes the edge off. As a good assistant and employee should, of course. Jumin wonders if he should relay this to her.

“Nothing,” he says instead, because surely she already knows. “Is it polite to bring gifts for someone you’re sure you will be seeing every morning?”

She raises a thin brow. “Who-- that woman at the fashion department?”

Jumin deigns not to answer right away, looking down at the state of his nails and the tick of his wristwatch. “Surely there must be some etiquette about that.”

-

Jaehee Kang

Buy her coffee.

ZEN

Get her a promotion lol

707

A new car!!!

Yoosung★

Maybr a nicce pen

??

-

“Any favorite TV shows?” You ask one morning. “Personally, I’m fond of office romances.”

Jumin lags for a moment, waiting to catch up. It isn’t an unusual occurrence. “Is that an innuendo?”

You smile, a little flushed-looking, and wave a hand. “Nope. Not at all.” When you look at the second coffee in his hand, though, it seems you need a second to catch up yourself. You’d mentioned offhandedly how you take your coffee the day before, and today something had stopped him at the threshold of the coffee shop he stops at every morning. Funny how things work like that.

“This is for you,” he says determinedly, and you smile a little but there’s still an edge.

“You dodged my question.” You state simply. Jumin does not know what to say.

He thinks about it for a moment, really thinks about it. The only thing that really comes to mind are the Sunday morning programs, and he doesn’t really know them off the top of his head. Maybe the morning news. “No TV shows. Next question.”

“Okay then,” you say, “Any pet peeves?”

Jumin smiles a little. It isn’t really conscious, but he’s finally figured out a way to respond and he just hopes it takes well. “Women who stop me at the door in the morning.”

“Oh,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee. You hum appreciatively. He feels strangely, indirectly accomplished. “Shame. Mine’s men who give me three word responses when I ask them things.”

He scoffs, although it isn’t as hard as it usually comes out. “I answered that in a sentence.” He says, very assuredly. When he looks back at you there’s a softer smile at your lips, rounded at the corners and not quite so mischievous as he’s seen it look before. It looks fond.

“I know,” you reply. He feels a little warmer now, turning the corner where you two part ways. You offer him a two-fingered salute, a “See you in the morning!” and a final turn.

And then you’re gone.

-

The next time the conversation lingers long past the lobby it’s because you’ve coaxed him into talking about Elizabeth III. There’s a point where you’ve reached the elevator and he’s talking to you about her care routine and the minutiae of what it takes to keep her fur so soft and pristine (much of it is her own work and her natural beauty-- of course) and he’s only barely aware of how long he’s been going on, but he pauses to look at you. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting, between Jaehee’s hesitancy and Luciel’s rabid praise and Hyun’s outright disgust--

But there’s something about the way you’re looking at him when he’s finished, curiouser and half-curved into a smile. And he’s been on the receiving end of that before-- his father’s lovers, interviewers and subordinates-- but none of them have ever seemed so affectionate.

He’s seen the same look before when it’s Jaehee with a new photocard, the way Yoosung danced around Rika. It’s the glint in Luciel’s glasses when he gets to working and it’s something, something.

You look like you’ve seen something beautiful.

Which is understandable to him, really, having just shown you pictures of his Elizabeth III. What he understands less is the way you’re looking at him and not the open phone, caught up in a silence that seems way too heavy for a conversation about his cat. Even when the elevator dings it’s with some trepidation that you leave first, a memory, a discovery pulled taut between you two.

“I hope I get to meet her sometime,” you say.

Jumin nods, wordless. The delight on your face at such a simple gesture fixates itself in the forefront of his mind until he returns home to Elizabeth, flickering like hell and unbidden and unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. It’s just as confusing to him as it sounds on paper.

-

Somehow Jaehee gets to you first.

For all the time he’s spent working with Jaehee, working around her and in her general proximity, he doesn’t actually know what time she gets into the building. She seems like an inevitability, something constant and fixed and always there.

So when he holds the door open for two women, Jumin is feeling like he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to. Especially since the two of you seem to be chatting so jovially, shaking her hand with both of yours when you go to part.

There’s another something clogging his throat, a cloying want and a halfhearted desire to draw that same laugh from you, that same open brightness. He hasn’t let himself feel so much about one person-- one particular and fixed point in his life. Jumin feels like he’s chasing-- some feeling, some unnamed ball of fire-- a meteor, blazing and brilliant and too much to be real.

It’s too much to be compared to anything else, not when Sarah Choi was an unlit match next to what a beaming bonfire you are. Suddenly Jumin feels more tightly wound than he usually does.

And really, truly, it feels like a lot to handle, so he turns on his heel after silently handing you the coffee and begins to march. It feels like karmic debt for not having experienced these things as a schoolboy, and then only once as an adult. He doesn’t even know if the one time counted.

“Mr Han--” you say, and it happens at the same time he holds his breath to turn again. Just to look, to see if you appeared as off kilter as he felt. Maybe the world had rotated wrong today.

You stop there in your tracks and he really does believe for a moment that the world has gone astray-- because then it would explain the way air isn’t getting to his lungs right. He inhales just to make sure and before any other dialogue comes from your lips he asks, “Walk with me?”

You both take the elevator then.

-

Jaehee Kang

She’s a very nice woman.

Yoosung★

Huh?

707

U met her?!?!!

Tell me everything

-

It makes your mornings longer, the introduction of the elevator route. He isn’t sure how it became mutual agreement and routine, the same way the cup of coffee steams in your hands and the way you ask after Elizabeth III. The way the door gets held open.

Jumin isn’t sure how many mornings go by, how many of them are spent dreading the chime of the elevator, but one of them brings a much quieter you. And you’re usually such a whirlwind of life, pulling him toward and towards you-- he’d be lying to himself more than usual if he said he wasn’t worried.

You look like you’re steeling yourself too, and you’ve never done that-- there isn’t a thing you’ve said to him that was measured or prepared. You’re kind of like an overexcited puppy, and he’s never been too fond of dogs.

He feels something slide out of place, something like a realization that’s far grander than he knows, hovering at the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t know what it is yet, not really. He’s barely out of his head, ready to ask if you’re alright--

And you cut him off. Like you did that first morning, knocking the breath from his lungs and everything else out of place. Jumin likes things neat and tidy, likes things where they should be, where he’s used to seeing them. You aren’t too good for him, he thinks.

Then you ask, “Would you want to go out sometime?” And he has no reference materials and no forewarning and no prepared response. The odds are against him.

So against all odds and every simmering nerve in his body he says, “Yes.”

tags: @vandysgf @mrs-han

[j-ungkooky]

Temptation (Taehyung)

Ceo Au! Suggestive smut (he’s crouched under ur desk and :)) (smut will be in future chapters) Angst (later) 3181 Words Chapter 1. 

“Good morning.” Taehyung simply greeted before disappearing into his office. 

It was enough to get all the women in the lobby immediately shooting each other knowing glances because not only was Taehyung the company’s CEO, but he was a very handsome one at that too. His polite demeanour and respectful nature only contributed to his desirability. Due to everyone’s unanimous acknowledgement of Taehyung’s appeal, there seemed to always be some sort of competition for his attention. Whether it was to drop something off for him in his office or offer him leftover donuts, his deep voice thanking you followed by his infectious smile was all worth it. Taehyung being new to the company only made the competition over him more fierce. He had taken over the position from a now old and retired gentleman and because he had no idea what the personality of each individual in the office was truly like, it was all fair game. 

She definitely would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t have some sort of crush on Taehyung but it was all physical and surface level. He was her boss after all and she only saw him for a few minutes each day. They’ve barely exchanged more than a handful of words to each other in the month of his takeover.  

“Jesus...did you see his arms? They’re suffocating in that button up.” Jisoo, her colleague commented. 

“You’re drooling,” she teased, “besides, you should be worrying about your meeting today and not about whether or not blood is circulating through his arms.” 

Jisoo scoffed and pushed herself off of the reception desk. 

“Don’t remind me,” Jisoo groaned, “it doesn’t help that Taehyung’s going to be sitting in for that meeting too. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get through anything without puking.” 

The two of them continued to talk and catch each other up on what they did over the weekend before Jisoo eventually had to go back to her desk. She watched as her colleague walked away and felt a twinge of jealousy within herself. For someone like Jisoo to get nervous despite being pretty, charismatic and the office favourite was a slap to her self esteem. Jisoo also held a high position within the HR department while she was just a measly receptionist. She definitely wasn’t going to stay in this position forever but the job paid well and would suffice for now. 

As the clock inched closer to everyone’s starting time, the lobby began clearing up as people went to their respected department. After a few minutes, she was left alone to man the front all by herself. She stared at the closed office doors surrounding her and felt another pang of envy in her heart knowing that people behind those doors were doing far more important work than her. Her days consisted of sorting through mail, sending emails, transferring calls and light house duties. She tried to convince herself that it wasn’t all bad because at least she could surf the internet whenever she wanted without anyone monitoring her. Her eyes traveled towards Taehyung’s door and she wondered how he was adjusting to everything before an email notification needed her attention. 

With it being Monday and the meeting Jisoo was talking about earlier being held today, it was quite busy. She usually had an hour of free time before her lunch break but the emails had been nonstop. People kept revising their forms and asking her to print out multiple copies of the revised papers to the point where the printer just stopped working altogether for a scary moment. With it being so busy, she decided to stay at her desk for lunch today. She was buried so deep in her computer work that Taehyung’s presence had gone unnoticed. He needed a break from staring at his screen all day and decided to go explore the office. In the month that Taehyung transferred over, he had no time to go around introducing himself or making himself familiar with the space. His decision to finally become accustomed to his environment brought him in front of her desk. The unusually loud crinkling from the untouched candy jar she left out for everyone broke her focus. She looked up to see her boss struggling with how small the jar was. 

“Do...do you need help?” she finally asked.

Up close, Taehyung’s visuals had her feeling shy and flustered like a high school girl sitting next to their crush. Taehyung seemed just as surprised to hear her voice as his movements came to a halt and he pulled his hand out of the candy jar sheepishly. 

“Sorry,” he apologized while rubbing the back of his neck, “I realized I must’ve looked really stupid.” 

She waved his doubts away and took the jar from him. She tried her very best to seem unfazed and collected but the red tint in her cheeks and her inability to stop smiling so wide probably gave her away.

“The um...” Taehyung cleared his throat before continuing, “the watermelon flavour please.” 

After a few seconds of sifting through the numerous options, she found the one he wanted. Taehyung opened his hand and she almost laughed at how tiny the candy looked in his gigantic palm. Her amusement didn’t stop at his physicality but shifted towards his entire personality. When she first met Taehyung, she was beyond intimidated. She couldn’t look at him for too long without feeling like he was looking right through her. Taehyung carried himself with an air of confidence and always had an answer for everyone, as expected of a competent CEO. She wasn’t nervous around him because he was scary but because his presence was so large and full while she was so small compared to him. But having him stand before her enjoying a piece of watermelon flavoured candy with an innocent smile on his face was just so...unexpected. 

“Is this your lunch break?” Taehyung asked noticing her untouched sandwich sitting beside her keyboard. 

She looked where he was and let out a forced laugh at her pathetic set up.

“Yeah I didn’t have time to properly take a break today.” she explained. 

The reason she was eating at her desk suddenly occurred to her and her eyes traveled over to her inbox which was now at double digits. With only an hour before the big meeting today, she was already behind despite only talking to Taehyung for five minutes. 

“Sorry Taehyung I have to get back to work,” she sighed running a hand through her hair, “is there anything else I can do for you?” she asked looking at him for a quick second before going back to her monitor. 

Taehyung watched as she worked and wondered if this was the kind of work culture he wanted to uphold. He didn’t like that she didn’t take a break and was going unnoticed for her extra work. Perhaps he’d talk to HR and accounting later to avoid situations like this from happening again. Taehyung drummed his fingers against his her desk and sucked his teeth. 

“Nope, nothing else you can do for me!” he smiled, “Thank you for your hard work but please make sure to take a proper break next time. I’m going to the coffee room to take a breather myself.” 

She looked up to thank him out of courtesy and he surprised her by thanking her once more and using her name. He grabbed a few more pieces of candy before going on his way. 

“Hey Taehyung!” she called, leaning over her desk. 

He turned his head with a raised brow. 

“If you’re still going to the break room, it’s the other way.” she informed him. 

Taehyung turned around on his heel and began walking hastily in the correct direction with bashful smile on his face. 

“What an interesting guy.” she thought while laughing to herself. 

________________________________________________

The hour leading up to the big meeting didn’t get any easier as her inbox continued to flood with people requesting numerous things from her. She was finally able to breathe when the meeting started and people stopped demanding her assistance. Jisoo had come up earlier asking for words of encouragement before Taehyung emerged from his office. She watched in awe at how effortless Jisoo made it look cracking jokes with Taehyung and drawing out deep belly laughs from him. She cringed at how awkward she must’ve been with Taehyung earlier and refused to look at him when he walked by; not that he would’ve noticed anyway as Jisoo had his full attention. She made an early new years resolution to be more like her follow coworker in the coming year. 

Despite the craziness earlier, she was already bored browsing through the same pages for the past 40 minutes. The meeting seemed to be going well as no one left the boardroom to ask her to do anything. With her sanity hanging onto Pinterest boards, she welcomed the delivery man with a gigantic smile and lively greeting. 

“Big one today.” the delivery man commented while slapping the stacks of boxes on his trolley. 

She took a look around her desk to see if there was any available space to put the packages but to no avail. 

“You can just leave them there.” she said and began rolling up her sleeves. 

“You sure?” the man asked, “these are quite heavy.” 

She reassured him by telling him that she deals with deliveries every Monday and that this was no different to prior ones. She bid the delivery man farewell as he disappeared through the elevator doors with the same concerned face that never left during their entire interaction. 

"Finally something to do.” she thought and with that, began working on the boxes. 

Taehyung struggled to keep his eyes open during the meeting. He opted to rest his chin on his hand and pretend to take notes when in reality, his eyes were closed and he was drawing random shapes in his notepad. From the moment he received emails outlining what the meeting entailed, he knew it meant absolutely nothing to him. He didn’t actually know why he agreed to be a part of it but he was definitely regretting his decision to do so. Taehyung had a long list of tasks to fulfill especially since he was only a month onboard this company and this meeting was wasting his time. Wanting to make a good impression on his employees, Taehyung tried really hard to pay attention but he simply could not trick himself into caring as the minutes ticked by. He racked his brain on ways to escape and took a deep breath before pursuing his liberation. Taehyung looked at his apple watch and feigned surprise at a non-existent message on it. 

“Everyone, I apologize for leaving so suddenly but there is an issue I have to attend.” he announced while getting up from his seat. 

He uttered a few more apologies before leaving the boardroom and closing the door. It wasn’t until he was out in the hallway by himself that he suddenly felt incredibly foolish over how easy it was to leave. He sat in that godforsaken room for almost an hour thinking of ways to flee and that was all it took. Pinching the bridge of his nose and inhaling a sharp breath, Taehyung made his way back to his office. 

“Holy shit! What is in here?!” she groaned struggling to lift more boxes from within the delivery boxes.  

In the span of an hour, she was still working on one of the four boxes delivered. Perhaps she should’ve listened to the delivery man earlier but her pride got in the way. It didn’t help that the skirt she was wearing today was a lot shorter than her usual choices but all her work clothes were currently in the wash as she simply could not be bothered to do laundry over the weekend. Every time she lifted something up, she had to immediately place the item somewhere so she could pull her skirt down or she’d accidentally flash the office. 

She attempted to set one box down on her desk and winced when it slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor with a heavy thud. She waited a few seconds to see if anyone came out to figure out what the noise was and breathed a sigh of relief when the office remained undisturbed.

“Better than aimlessly scrolling through Instagram.” she thought before bending over to pick up anything that fell out. 

“Do you need help?” a familiar voice called out. 

She jumped in her shoes and proceeded to drop everything from her arms. She snapped her body up to see who it was and surprising her again for the second time today, Taehyung was standing in front of her desk with a curious look on his face. 

“I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that,” he apologized profusely as he made his way behind her desk, “please let me help you!” 

It took her a beat to register her appearance and she quickly pulled down her skirt that was riding up way too close to her crotch. She smoothed her hair before attempting to stop Taehyung from doing anything. 

“No, no don’t worry!” she laughed as he held up the items out of her reach. 

“If you want it then you have to grow a whole foot taller.” he teased. 

“You have a meeting to go back to.” she reminded him to which he scrunched his face in disapproval. 

Just as she was slowly convincing Taehyung to go back, his face turned from playfulness to dread when the boardroom door opened. 

“Let me ask Taehyung to join the meeting again.” a colleague’s voice could be heard before their footsteps approached the lobby.  

She was about to tell Taehyung that he was needed when he ducked under her already cramped desk and put a finger to his lips as his eyes pleaded for her to keep quiet. Before she could process what was happening, Jin, her coworker appeared. 

“Hey! Is Taehyung around?” Jin asked as he marvelled at all the boxes spread out in the lobby. 

She stood still trying to calm her nerves. On one hand, she was fighting against the biggest laughing fit of her life and on the other, Taehyung her boss, expected her to cover for him as he cowered under her desk. 

“He is...” she glanced down at Taehyung who was now shaking his head and making a cutting motion with his hand, “I-I haven’t seen him actually! Is he not in the meeting?” 

Jin cocked a brow and leaned over her desk trying to see what she was looking at. 

“Is everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost.” he laughed. 

She forced a smile and shook her head, “Oh yeah I’m fine! My computer’s been acting up all day and it’s getting a little worrisome with everything going on.” 

Taehyung was impressed by how quick she was on her feet and slowly breathed a sigh of relief until he heard Jin offer to come around and take a look at her computer for her. This whole situation was already absolutely ridiculous and humiliating until she sat down on her chair to click a few keys and feign relief that her computer was magically working again. The issue was no longer the fact that Taehyung was hiding from his employees but that he was contorted under her desk that was way too small for his large frame, now with her cunt inches away from his face. 

“Well now that you’re here anyways, I was hoping you could help me with some paper work and scheduling.” Jin said. 

“S-sure.” she managed to answer despite her throat drying up and the adrenaline slowly making its way through her veins. 

She could feel every time Taehyung breathed because his exhales would land right against her inner thigh and when he sighed, she could feel it right against her sex. Her thong provided little to no protection against any sensation caused by him. She tried to clamp her thighs together but her knees would hit Taehyung’s face in the process causing her to open her legs again as a reflex and there was no more room for Taehyung to back up against.

“Are you okay?” Jin asked. 

She could only nod as a response; she did not trust her voice to come out stable and natural. The battle she was fighting up there was mutually shared by Taehyung underneath. His brain was going a million miles a minute as he tried to figure out how to talk to her after this. How was he going to make this all alright and normal? He could offer her a raise and an extra week of paid vacation? Maybe he could fire her but he wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if he did that. Taehyung was beating himself up for putting her in a situation like this and began to mentally prep for a lawsuit. While trying to figure out a solution, Taehyung forgot that he was just a man with a simple brain and another mental battle was underway as he tried very hard to avoid gazing somewhere he really shouldn’t. As she kept squirming, her skirt kept rising and Taehyung couldn’t help but steal a glance at the growing wetness appearing on her undergarment. The growing arousal within Taehyung’s pants made him feel more cramped and with his legs were beginning to fall asleep, he began to pray to any god out there for some sort of divine intervention. 

“Fuck fuck fuck...oh my fucking god,” he chanted in his head, “Jin shut the fuck up already.”

A gasp escaping from her lips followed by her suddenly jolting startled Jin and he gave her an odd look. Taehyung had completely lost feeling in both of his feet and he fell over grabbing onto her thighs for support. His hands felt so warm against her skin and their sheer size grabbed a lot more area than anticipated. Taehyung fought back a groan when the bottom of her skirt had flipped over and her entire lower region was in full view. 

“Hey Jin, is it okay if we do this over email? I’m suddenly not feeling so well.” she was able to muster out. 

It didn’t take a doctor to know something was wrong from her complexion turning completely pale. 

“Yeah I think you should go home for the rest of the day. You really don’t look well,” Jin acknowledged with furrowed brows, “I��ll just catch Taehyung up with the meeting myself.” 

The minute she heard the boardroom doors close, she pushed her chair back so forcefully that it crashed into the wall behind her. She got up and immediately pulled her skirt down and made a beeline towards the washroom without saying a single word to Taehyung. Taehyung on the other hand stayed fixed under her desk with his eyes bulged and his mouth ajar. There was absolutely no positive outcome for what he had caused. 

[craftypeaceturtle]

Distanced, part 2

Summary: How are these useless students coping with life?

Note: This is a group chat fic, my first one so this might not be that good! Also this contains swearing. Eventual intrulogical. 

Part 1 here!

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MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 13:02

Hello, sorry to interrupt, but I just want to ask where you gathering your sources? Are there any particular databases you’re using? Thank you.

Remus Prince: I’m just going through the read list.

The reading list? But that only has one text that could be anything remotely useful for this topic!

Remus Prince: ye but it’s a starting point

Remus Prince: like u can read it and then read whatever it references.

Are we allowed to do that?

Remus Prince: wha

Remus Prince: DUH! 

Surely that must count as plagiarism or something of the sort. You can’t use someone else’s sources.

Remus Prince: u sound so stupid

Remus Prince: u’ll read the book it references and form ur own interpretation.

Remus Prince: u’ll get different quotes

Remus Prince: u’ll be using it for a different argument

Remus Prince: why would u not be allowed to read texts!

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 14:13

Okay I emailed Dr Smith and he said it was fine. Thank you for the advice.

Remus Prince: OMG

Remus Prince: You actually told the teacher on me!

The teacher agreed with you? You’re not in trouble.

Remus Prince: THAT WAS MY SECRET!

Remus Prince: now the teachers actually think I’m capable

If it makes you feel better, I did not mention your name.

Remus Prince: you really had to double check?

Maybe I was being a little paranoid but I don’t think you understand the crisis I’m currently having. I typically spend hours running around the library and searching random titles to figure out suitable texts. When all this time I could have just been using the references! I am beyond furious and relieved at this new technique to research. 

Remus Prince: ah of course

Remus Prince: you totally came across that way in the 2 messages you sent

My world view has been fractured, I think that justifies not texting much. 

Remus Prince: why did you apologise

Excuse me?

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: now who sucks at reading!

Remus Prince: You said sorry in the first message.

I wasn’t sure if you were in a lecture or class. It’s polite.

Remus Prince: nah

Remus Prince: I’d answer even if I was.

That is not nearly as comforting as you are intending. How far along are you in your research?

Remus Prince: honestly?

Remus Prince: I’ve read five pages in on a book on the reading list. 

Remus Prince: I’ve done like nothing.

That’s indeed some amount of research. Again, as long as you are done by the 15th then whatever it takes.

Remus Prince: See you said no judgement but I picked up a lot of judgement

We have already agreed your reading comprehension is not the best.

Remus Prince: HAH

Remus Prince: so what are u up to?

Actually working on the research project.

Remus Prince: im bored

Remus Prince: I’ve been sitting waiting for my washing machine for like 9 hours 

Remus Prince: maybe later I will do work

I sincerely doubt it has been nine hours. How come you’re washing your clothes at such an awkward time?

Remus Prince: Awkward?

I can’t think of many students who would wash their clothes in the middle of the week day with classes. 

Remus Prince: every1 washes their stuff on the weekend

Remus Prince: plus everyone knows the weekend is for doing nothing. Might as well get all my jobs done now.

You really plan to do nothing during the weekend?

Remus Prince: hells ye

Remus Prince: maybe, at most, I’ll send Dee to campus coffee

As long as you’re done by the 2nd. Though I really should congratulate you on your superior taste to coffee shops.

Remus Prince: ?

If universal opinion existed, then Campus Coffee being the best coffee shop would be considered one. For whatever ridiculous reason, both Patton and Roman don’t really like it. 

Remus Prince: really

Remus Prince: I thought I saw Ro go in.

Roman occasionally practises lines with his other theatre colleagues and that is always where they meet up. But he never buys a drink as he is apparently a literal man child and cannot cope with a drink that isn’t just chocolate and milk.

Remus Prince: RIGHT??????

Remus Prince: my roomie V likes to pretend he takes coffee but he can only drink hot choc. 

Remus Prince: He doesn’t deserve coffee anyway

Exactly! Have you talked to Remy there?

Remus Prince: YE

Remus Prince: He practically forced me to be his friend with how incredible he makes coffee

Remus Prince: He’ll even add energy drink to mine!

Okay maybe that is a little strange. But I wholeheartedly agree with the sentiment. He finally convinced me to leave my usual order of a white coffee and I have not regretted it. 

He doesn’t actually add energy drink to your coffee right?

Remus Prince: ye he does but don’t worry he bullies me for it

Remus Prince: The entire time I sit and drink it he’ll be holding up his phone with 911 dialed.

That seems fair.   

Remus Prince: without being so incredibly forward

Remus Prince: do you want me to grab you a coffee now

What do you mean?

Remus Prince: Well im bored

Remus Prince: and it’s your fault for talking coffee

Remus Prince: now I really want coffee

Remus Prince: I’m now heading that direction.

I’m sorry but I cannot meet up right now. I’m doing work and then I want to be prompt coming home to help my roommate.

Remus Prince: fair thought id offer

MESSAGES: To Remus Prince (Presentation)

Friday, 14:20

If you’re still willing, I am sitting in the library and I would truly appreciate it if you could drop off the coffee. 

I can pay.

Obviously this is up to you. 

Remus Prince: soz was walking

Remus Prince: ye I can do that

Sorry for not being able to sit around, but I do appreciate this. 

Remus Prince: ur fine

Remus Prince: what u want

Firstly, it is “you’re”. Secondly, without sounding like a cliche film character, just say my name. Remy makes an effort to give me a slightly different order every day to “widen my tastes”.

Remus Prince: wow

Wow?

Remus Prince: For the very epitome of the nerd stereotype, did you really hit me with that “just say my name and they’ll know” trope?

Please, I can be cool.

Remus Prince: Are you begging?

Remus Prince: Also

Remus Prince: what do you look like again?

I’m sorry?

Remus Prince: reading comprehension! Fairly simple question.

I am wearing a black polo shirt with a blue tie. Caucasian with shaved hair. 5′10. 

Remus Prince: how efficient.

May I ask why?

Remus?

Remus Prince: Soz I just got our orders. 

Remus Prince: I’m really bad at faces.

You could have simply asked where I would be. I’m on the second floor, computer room 209. There’s a few others here but I’ll wave once you walk in. 

Remus Prince: okay maybe that would’ve made more sense

Remus Prince: shutup.

I know I have stated this before, but we have indeed talked before. You will recognise me. 

Remus Prince: listen I’m not fucking around.

Remus Prince: I am genuinely shit at faces

Remus Prince: it was one question prick

I apologise. I didn’t realise. 

Remus Prince: Hey I’m here, now heading up. 

.

.

MESSAGES: To Padre!!

Friday, 16:00

Greetings wonderful Pat! Did you perhaps end up baking today like you said you would?

Padre!!: Heya Ro! Yeah, we made cupcakes! We didn’t fancy making icing but we did have choc chips!

AW YEAH! Just wanted to check so I know whether to buy cake. Anything I need to pick up while I’m here?

Padre!!: All good here. 

Padre!!: Logan saw Remus today.

hE DID????????

Padre!!: Yeah, he brought him coffee. Some special coffee, not his white coffee.

ASJKDGA

(also how on this great big boundiful earth do you know his usual coffee order?)

Padre!!: Because that’s what family does!

Why would he bring him coffee?

Padre!!: I have no idea. Logan didn’t really talk about it. 

He didn’t talk about it?!?!?!?!?!?!!?

Padre!!: I don’t know what to tell you. He got all quiet. He makes it sound like they don’t even like each other but he still brought him a coffee. 

EWEWEW

YOU DON’T THINK HE’S TRYING TO MAKE A MOVE

Padre!!: I don’t know. It sounds like it but Logan said they had a bit of a tiff in the texts.

... a tiff?

Padre!!: Like a small argument.

No I knew what it means, I meant it in a “omg you’re so adorable for describing a disagreement as a tiff”. 

Padre!!: I want to joke around Ro but I am a little worried about him. He acted fine after the coffee and he said they didn’t talk. It just seems like such a weird thing to do! I’m worried Remus would try and pull something. This sounds exactly like how all those stories you tell begins. 

Lo’s not an idiot. 

He’s a nerd. 

There’s no way he would fall into his trap. He’d let us know if something wasn’t right. 

Padre!!: Good point.

I’ll be home in like 5 mins. I’ll run.

Padre!!: You don’t have to Ro.

Padre!!: I’m just overreacting.

Padre!!: Ro?

Padre!!: You better make sure you’re still looking both ways even when running!

[dameronology]

the one with the blind date {obi-wan x reader}

summary: your mother has a knack for setting you up on the worst blind dates. this time, it might be different. 

i know what you’re thinking - ‘but val! jedi aren’t allowed to date!’ but for the sake of this fic, the jedi code can suck a fat one because it’s 3am 5am and i don’t have the brain cells to work around star wars canon 

love u lots and hope you enjoy 

- jazz

You weren’t entirely sure if your mother’s judgement towards your life choices was supposed to be malicious or not, but it certainly felt like it. The fact she called you to remind you that your cousin just had her third baby! or mention in passing that your friend from school just got married (again)! always felt like it had an ulterior motive. You loved the woman dearly but maker, you wished she would shut the hell up sometimes.

It wasn’t as though you weren’t successful. You had an important job working for the Senate, you’d graduated from the University of Cloud City with honours and you owned an apartment in Coruscant. Did she know how hard it was to get on the property ladder in this city? It was probably one of the selling points she used every time she set you up on a blind date. They were usually with older men, twice divorced and with more baggage than you were ready for.

You weren’t expecting this date to be any different - your mother had mentioned he was a friend of a friend (possibly of a friend, of another friend and then maybe the colleague of that friend). She hadn’t told you what job he had, only that he was a bit older than you and ‘earned enough to support a small family’ - but you had chosen to ignore that last part. She’d arranged for you to meet at a diner downtown in the early evening, and you weren’t expecting too much. 

There were only two people in the diner. One was a man of an alien species who appeared to be roughly 150; he had a pint in one hand and a burger in the other. The other one was undoubtedly a Jedi - and a very attractive one too. He was browsing the menu, brow furrowed slightly as he frowned. He looked up as the bell on the door rang, and your eyes met. If he was your date, your mother had done well for once (though she could have pre-warned you about his occupation).

‘Hey, you must be-’ He offered you a warm smile, standing up from the table to wave you over.

Say something, dumbass you pushed yourself. 

‘- that sure is me!’ You quipped. Great start, you moron. 

‘It’s lovely to meet you.’ The Jedi sat back down as you shuffled into the booth opposite him. ‘I’m Obi-Wan.’

‘Right, yeah - sorry, my mum did tell me your name.’ You replied. 

‘What else did she tell you?’ He quipped, quirking one of his brows. ‘Just so I can try and live up to whatever lively image I’m sure she’s created.’

‘Just your name.’ You laughed. ‘She didn’t mention being a Jedi or anything.’

Obi-Wan paused for a minute. ‘Oh, I’m not a Jedi.’

You froze slightly, quickly trying to think of a response. It hadn’t been a reach - he was wearing robes, and you could see what looked like a lightsaber under the table. Not that you had been looking under the table, or down there - and maker, this was embarrassing.

‘I’m joking.’ He suddenly burst into a fit of laughter. ‘I am a Jedi. I thought it would break the ice but you look like you’re about to cry-’

‘- that was mean!’ You reached across the table to swat at his shoulder. ‘I pride myself on my intuition, Obi-Wan.’ 

‘I wouldn’t call the fact I’m wearing a Jedi robes and carrying a lightsaber intuition, more like the glaringly obvious.’ He leant back, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirked at you.

You liked this guy.

‘But what do you do?’ Obi-Wan continued. ‘Your mother mentioned that you work for the Senate.’

‘I do!’ You replied. ‘I’m a political advisor.’

‘What does that entail?’

‘I just sit there and tell the senators if they’re being just a bit stupid or completely stupid.’ You grinned. 

‘Well, it certainly sounds like a very important job.’ He smiled back.

‘You’re one to talk. You’re like..the keeper of the Force.’ You replied. 

‘That’s not quite it.’ Obi-Wan couldn’t help but laugh at your attempt to describe his job. ‘But you’re close.’

--

Two hours later - and after ordering food that you’d both been too distracted to touch - you were both doubled over in laughter at something Obi-Wan had said. He was funny; you’d figured out that much. It wasn’t in an obvious way, but more of a charming, observant way. He took an interest in you as well - he asked about your job, your hobbies and your time at college. In a way, he felt a bit too good to be true. Every guy your mother set you up with had fallen short within the first five minutes.

What could it be? Was he secretly already married? Was he a convicted criminal on the run and posing as a Jedi? 

‘I have to ask.’ Obi-Wan reached across the table, warm hand falling on top of yours. ‘You have a good job. You own your own apartment and you’re beautiful. Why do you need your mother to find you a date?’

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. ‘I don’t meet many suitable people in my line of work. They’re either much, much older senators or...actually, that’s it.’

He chuckled slightly, squeezing your hand - you could have sworn that your heart stopped for a moment (either that, or your coffee addiction had finally caught up with you). The fact you’d been too deep in conversation with him to even look at your food said a lot. Before now, no man would ever have been able to come to between you and a burger. 

‘Let’s get out of here.’ Obi-Wan threw a few credits on the table. ‘I know a place that has better food.’

You tossed a few of your own credits, giving him a nod. ‘I’ll have to take your word for it since neither of us actually touched this food.’

‘I’m easily distracted, apparently.’ He joked, offering out his hand to you as you pulled your jacket on.

‘That’s bad for a Jedi.’ You joked, taking it.

‘I correct myself.’ He paused for a moment, shaking his head. ‘I’m easily distracted by you.’

‘Right, I have a tendency to do that.’ You replied. ‘I bet my mother didn’t tell you that I was so breathtaking.’

‘Actually, she told me I had a mission.’ He replied. 

The cold night air hit you as you exited the diner. You could hear the buzz of the city traffic further uptown, filling the silence as you pondered his statement for a moment. Your mother worked as an admin assistant for the Jedi temple - she organised transport and missions and the logistics of most their operations - and she had a tendency to spill embarrassing things about you in conversation.

‘A mission?’ You grimaced. ‘What did she tell you it was?’

‘To investigate that very diner we were just sat in.’ Obi-Wan smiled down at you, face lit up under the lights of a theatre as you walked past. ‘She only told me before I left the temple that it was a blind date.’

‘Maker, that woman.’ You muttered. 

‘I’m not complaining, though.’ He quickly replied. He let go of your hand, moving to fling his arms across your shoulders and pull him closer towards him. ‘I was a bit worried that you were going to be...’

‘...like her?’ You nudged him in the ribs slightly. ‘Because that’s something I worry about too every time I get a bit older.’

‘Oh, you have nothing to worry about.’ Obi-Wan said. ‘You have her nose but I’d say that’s it.’

--

A few more hours passed, and you found yourselves having walked all the way to the other side of the city. You were latched onto his side now, one arm around his waist whilst his rested on your shoulder. The warmth of his body against the cold of the night air was a wonderful contrast and you couldn’t help but smile at how at home you felt. He had a very calming presence (probably something to do with the whole Jedi debacle). 

‘Let’s sit down.’ You wrapped your hand around his wrist, tugging him over to a low-sitting wall. 

You were on the edge of Coruscant, a few miles away from the city centre. The lights of the vast skyline illuminated the road in front of you, the whites and blues and red of the mammoth buildings blurring into a technicolour dream. You sometimes forgot how wonderful the place was, especially when you spent so much time observing corrupt politics and dodgy dealings at your job. That wasn’t on your mind, however - Obi-Wan Kenobi was at the forefront of your thoughts. 

‘You’re cold.’ He commented.

‘I’m always cold.’ You shot back. ‘Isn’t that something you can tell through the Force?’

‘Oh, my dear.’ Obi-Wan chuckled. ‘The Force doesn’t work like that.’

‘So, it’s not like mind-reading and magic tricks?’ You shuffled slightly in your seat, turning so that you were facing him. 

‘I definitely can’t read your mind.’

‘That’s a shame. It would make this whole dating thing much easier.’ You quipped.

‘You could just tell me what you’re thinking.’ He reasoned.

You paused for a moment - you were thinking about kissing him, obviously. There had been several moments through out the night where you almost had, but it hadn’t felt like the right time. But here? Basking under the glow of the city lights, sat so close to him? You’d be damned if there was a better chance than this. 

Obi-Wan met you halfway, your lips brushing against his. Like him, they were soft and warm, and you felt yourself leaning further into him. One of his arms wound around your waist, making an attempt to pull you close, though such a thing were possible. Meanwhile, you had one hand on the back of his neck, softly playing with the hair that fell onto your hand. 

There was a gust of wind, and you suddenly jumped back with surprise. He laughed at your reaction, dropping his head into your shoulder as his body shook against yours. 

‘So,’ you began. ‘Second date?’

‘I don’t think we’re done with this one.’

(Within the year, your mother finally had bragging rights about the fact it was her child getting married this time). 

there’ll probably be a part 2 to this i won’t lie to u i’ve already got it written in my head 

also shout to @karasong​ and @drinksomecoco​ for ur encouragement/ideas ily guys 

[butterbeeryuta]

johnny as your boyfriend; radio!au

a/n: thIS was requested a looooooong time ago, and i am so sorry that i only wrote this now. My mocks are finally done, and they actually went pretty well, so i hope my results will match whatever i am claiming skdjkjd. This headcanon was really fun to write, and it was overall just adorable oof alright, imma head to over to my next oneshot now. Hope all of you have a great day.

Okay so ya’ll are in uniVersity (as expected because I am writing this)

You met johnny 2 years ago when you were freshman looking for a job on campus cause um,,, college is a bitch

And you saw this uni radio show ‘Night Night’ which went live every wednesday at 9 in the evening

You honestly had no idea what they talked about since you’ve never listened to one

Despite the fact that your roommate Sicheng always talks about it and claims how great it is

BUT ANYWAY

You always enjoyed radio shows in general, and saw that they were hiring for another radio show personality

HMMmmMmmmM i wonDEr wheRe tHIS Is gOInG

You were one intellect my dear; you were studying political science at Konkuk University, meaning, you were one opinionated ass individual

But, you also had your crack side acCording to ur roommate

You fucking chased Sicheng around with those incense sticks cause you couldn’t find your go-to rolling pin to scare the shit out of him for eating your pack of strawberries

I swear the two of you are great friends ya’ll just show love to each other in quite a unique way

ANYWAYS

YeAH so you went to ask for the job cause you need money to buy a safe for your precious strawberries

You brought whatever requirements they asked for, and nyyOoooOOooooOOOOnged your way over there

It was a pretty old building, or radio station per se. not that it was bad or anything but, it isn’t exactly a place you would like to step into

Going up the stairs, you just saw a really TALL and attractive guy clearing out a few things in the booth. Your guess was that he was also probably new to this and whoever lent him the place didn’t exactly clean up the place.

With whatever courage you had in yourself

Or i guess how much sugar you consumed this morning cause you casually just walked it without contacting the guy

‘Uh... hello?’

HE JUMPED, whatever shit he was holding? Yeah it dropped

Which caused you to jump too, not expecting the huge ass pretty guy to have that big of a reaction

he looked over to you, surprised to see a person in the radio station because um,,, nobody ever goes there except for him

‘Hello to you too??? uhhh, not meaning to be rude or anything but, why are you here? Are you lost?’ He asks, looking extremely concerned

You just shook your head and deadass told him that there was a job offer for another radio show personality, and he looked eveN more concerned

Sorta like a ‘are u fucking serious’ face

‘Oh! Right. That job has been open for about a year now so I didn’t expect anyone to come at all...’

OHHhhHhh????????

Well,,,, i guess you have a better chance of getting the job?

‘Well.... do i get a higher chance of being accepted then for being the first to show up? You ask, unsure if whatever you said made sense, or was even socially acceptable

Imagine going to a job interview being like: ‘so i saw ur job offer, and since i actually showed up, I’m accepted right?’

Babe i dont think it works like that, but let’s continue

Johnny honestly had nothing to say against you though. You were right in a sense that you had no competition since you were the only one that actually came to apply. At the same time, he wanted the quality of the show to still be good even if there was a limited audience

‘Higher chance is indeed right. But tell me, uhh, what’s your name again?’

‘I actually never introduced myself, but it’s _______’

‘I’m Johnny by the way. So _______, why do you want to be a radio show host for Konkuk University?’

you had two ways to answer this question: (1) be blatantly honest that you really need the money, and talking to earn cash seems pretty great in your opinion or (2) repeat whatever the fuck sicheng has told you about the show

And of course, you were going with the first option

‘i honestly need the money because college is a bitch. And also talking and having discussions is a pretty fun and interesting method to get some cash in. Also because my roommate loves your show and why not ruin it for him by including me in it’

Babe

BABE SKDJKSDJKDSJKSDJSKDJKSDJ

Johnny actually wanted to accept you immediately. I mean for starters, he found you pretty adorable marching up to the radio station determined to get the job. And not only that, you were quite the talker, which is something that could spike up the show since it was just always johnny speaking

And also because he was feeling quite lonely but he would never admit that

‘Alright _____, meet me this friday to talk about next week’s segment’

OOFT

And let me tell you, tall boi’s assumptions were right. During your first show together, the two of you decided to talk about the book ‘1984’ by george orwell and although it may sound boring on a superficial level, yOU made it sound pretty interesting and johnny was actually just laughing the entire time

You and johnny just clicked in an instant, and your way of describing things made ‘Night Night’ known by the students

Nobody could ever forget your infamous line about the book: ‘george orwell’s sexual frustration is honestly so transparent in the book; all he needed was to get his dick wet then maybe he wouldn’t have let julia and winston be caught by the thoughtpolice.’

And things like this happened every wednesday. The pattern of your radio show just included you being you, and johnny trying to make shit be on track

The two of you were doing it for a very long time now, and back to toDAY where ya’ll have been doing it for two years, well... it would be a lie to say you hadn’t developed feelings for johnny

of course the man was beautiful and well-built. But his personality and laugh? Yeah sicheng should’ve warned you about that.

He is probably one of the most open-minded person in the world, and he knows a bit about everything, making him so well-rounded. And and and he’s to kind???

If you tell him that you can’t make it to the radio show, he says it’s okay and even gives you snacks the moment you come back and he just makes you so soft in general i—

Meanwhile for johnny, damn is he in love with you

Over the past 2 years, you definitely helped him open up more. With the way you speak along with your galaxy brain, he couldn’t help but fall for you? You were intelligent, you had your own mind, and being friendly and funny in general is something johnny really liked about you

The time when he realised he loves you was when you curled yourself up against the seat while you were discussing about what to talk about next week, and you just fell asleep. He noticed how soft and peaceful you looked, and that he would want to see you like this on a daily basis

Shit this is getting me all soft i wasnt planning on this nsndnsndnd

So yeaHHHHH this week’s segment, you guys were talking about the spanish conquest of mexico and peru woohoooo

AND you were very excited for this because this was one of your (my) favourite topics you learnt during your time in high school

‘OKAY, good evening everyone I am ______D,’

‘And I am JohnD, and welcome to’

‘Night Night. Oof, we’re getting better at our introductions aren’t we JohnD?’

‘Nope, you just learned how to say it without cringing’

‘Touché’ and ya’ll began your discussion. And things actually got pretty interesting.

‘So _____ you’re telling me that it was Cortes’ leadership that allowed the Spanish to successfully take over Mexico?’ He asks you in disbelief.

‘No you tall dumbfuck, it’s one of the attributes that led them to succeed. Both Cortes and Pizarro had disease on their side and better weapons, so of course they’d win. I just wanted to include leadership as i don’t know, to see the defeat of the aztecs from a new lens?’ You respond, deadass looking at johnny in the eye

‘Well, i don’t think i can argue with that, mainly because i am too scared too. That is it for today, but before we end this, i would like to add one more thing.’ Johnny says, which took you by surprise

huHhh?

You looked confused, in fact, you were confused.

What the fuck was going on?

‘This academic year is ending, and this so happens to be my last year here at Konkuk University...’

Oh shit

Your eyes softened at his words, just realising now that johnny was two years older than you, and yeah, he’s graduating this year

‘... this year has honestly been one of the greatest years here at Konkuk, but for me, I think of my my most memorable memories here was when ______D entered the station and giving me a huge fright’

You laughed a little, remembering how much you scared the man

‘Taking this opportunity, ______D, I want to ask you something’

Shit

Shit

Shit

BRUHHHHHHHHH

‘I just want to congratulate you and thank you for joining “Night Night.” You made the show livelier and massively increased the viewer rate with that big brain of yours—‘

‘I prefer the term galaxy brain’

‘—yes, galaxy brain. I hope that you can continue this radio show, and maybe recruit someone else while i’m out in the world of disgusting adults. So yes, thank you ______. And because we won’t be colleagues in a bit, will you be my girl/boyfriend?’

You were initially teary eyed, buT yEET those tears out biTCH what????

You wanted to say yes, bUt how?????

Do you just nod at him and go ‘ye,’ or do you like, confess?

You felt weird in the stomach. Not that you can exactly do 459343948 cartwheels in one go, but that’s exactly what your stomach was doing. If you were to speak, you could have vomited.

Idk what happened to you, but you took off your headphones, and went to the tall boy and just hugged the shit out of him cause umm,,,, SAME????

And johnny wasn’t sure what that exactly meant so he just hugged you back, bringing you to his lap and holding you tight against him cause honestly, when will he be able to do this to a person he genuinely loves

There was a moment of silence of you two just holding each other, until you realised you were still live with lord knows how many people were listening.

‘U-um, yeah Johnny, I w-will gladly be yours—‘

‘_____ I love you’

OKAY RETRIEVE THOSE TEARS BISH YOU CRYING NOW TF

You sorta just placed your head on the crook of his neck, quietly whispering to him

‘I can’t believe I love your tall ass too...’

‘SHE SAID SHE LOVES ME TOO!’

[rosalind-of-arden]

Sword and Pen Reread, chapter 13 part 2

Or: now I babble about Wolfe more.

A bit of superstition: Wolfe thinks of Orpheus as he’s leaving the Necropolis, and not only does he not look back himself, he makes the kids go ahead of him.

In the prison in Smoke and Iron, Wolfe didn’t recognize Troll right away. Here, he does. A sign of just how out of it he was in prison?

Getting into the carrier, Wolfe feels tired. When did Wolfe last sleep?

“It was the gamble of it he loved, more than anything else: the pure will of those ancients who’d understood that without knowledge, there could be no truth.” This is so Wolfe. He likes defying the odds and he values education. This is why he loves the kids so much: they’re doing the same thing.

“he suddenly wished for peace, for the days and nights he’d spent traveling with Nic on the way to some dire crisis or another” Only Christopher Wolfe would define peace as the travel time between war zone missions.

Things Wolfe likes doing: “days they spent talking, or not talking, making love or just lying together, reading. Playing a nightly game of chess, or Egyptian sennet, or the board games of ancient Ur.” I do appreciate that sex is on the list, not only because I write Wolfe/Santi porn, but also because it’s such a completely normal thing that the text treats as completely normal - media tends so often to get weird about sex where gay couples and parents are concerned, so it’s nice to see this. The whole passage is just so sweet, and I am now craving Wolfe/Santi fluff.

Alexandria isn’t built to handle storms, which Wolfe describes as rare. The streets are flooded, and that’s apparently what always happens in weather like this.

Going into the conference room, Wolfe is already uncomfortable. He can tell something is wrong. And he looks to Santi for comfort, taking a brief moment to appreciate seeing Nic, and then addressing him by his first name even though this is obviously a Curia meeting.

A lot of denial once Wolfe hears what happened. “Santi did not fail.” Not admitting to himself why he would be invited to this meeting. Some part of him knows what they’re about to ask, and he’s fighting it.

“He stared at her. His eyes burned, and for a moment, he thought it was with tears, but no, no, it was anger. He couldn’t speak. Could hardly breathe for the pressure of fury building in his chest.” He’s furious, yes. But also, don’t these sound an awful lot like panic attack symptoms?

Wolfe turns to Nic for support, but Nic won’t look at him. Part of that is Nic being caught up in his own distress, but I suspect there’s also an element of not wanting to interfere. Wolfe and Santi have very recently argued about Wolfe being able to make his own choices, and that gives Nic a very strong motivation to stay out of this so that he doesn’t influence Wolfe’s decision.

Wolfe and Vargas were in the same class. They didn’t like each other. Probably because they’re too much alike - Vargas sounds like the cranky snarky sort, too. What I want to know is how Santi and Vargas got along.

Very satisfying to see Wolfe call the Curia out here. He knows they don’t really want him as Archivist, and he’s not mincing words.

Here’s Wolfe’s first moment of considering and rejecting something he wanted in the past. It’s never stated directly that he wanted to be Archivist, but we’ve had hints that he was ambitious. He imagines himself on the throne, but it’s “disorienting”, “it made him want to laugh, but he knew it would come out as half a sob.” He recognizes how much he’s changed since he was young and ambitious, and he’s also grieving what he’s lost.

“What a sour joke this was, that the same colleagues who’d looked the other way when he was dragged off in the night, when his work was scrubbed from the shelves and his body broken in the cells in Rome... those same colleagues wanted him to be their shelter. Their scapegoat.” And here’s why Wolfe rejects his earlier ambition: he can’t stand to work with the people who did nothing when the Library tried to destroy him. In a way, what the Curia is doing here is the same as what they did when Wolfe was arrested. They’re afraid, and they’ll let him be hurt rather than risk their own necks. They let him be tortured and erased rather than speak up for him. They’d rather let him be murdered or take the blame for anything that goes wrong than put themselves in that position. After everything he’s been through, he can’t tolerate that.

Best fucking moment in the book. Wolfe accepting the robe just to put it on Khalila and announce his retirement. Turning things around on the Curia and simultaneously putting leadership in place that won’t stand for the kind of corruption that resulted in his imprisonment. Khalila is young, idealistic, and stubborn enough to handle the Curia’s shit, and Wolfe knows it.

Still calling Nic by his first name. Wolfe doesn’t just want to hear from Lord Commander Santi, he wants to know what Dad Santi thinks of putting their kid on the throne, and this more intimate form of address subtly signals that.

Dad Santi supports Khalila for Archivist, even though he’s worried about her.

Morgan knows how to make an entrance. Does Eskander really agree, or is Morgan doing this on her own, knowing the Curia won’t ask questions?

Wolfe is aware of Morgan’s corruption. This suggests he could sense it in Ash and Quill, too.

“Beautiful, but fading like a winter rose, and seeing that hurt. I failed her, he thought. But he knew he couldn’t have helped her, either. Sometimes there were no good choices to be made. Only costly ones.” Wolfe’s guilt over Morgan’s corruption is very different than his guilt over Jess’s poisoning. What happened to Jess was a mistake that Wolfe could potentially have prevented. Asking Morgan to overuse her power was a more conscious choice on Wolfe’s part, and one that he knew the risks of when he made it. He knows he’s losing both of them, and both losses hurt, but he blames himself less for Morgan.

Apparently, a gold band is the only requirement to be Archivist.

“I agree with Wolfe; he hasn’t the inhuman patience necessary for the job. Neither do I, Christopher.” Vargas, being simultaneously friendly and insulting. Wolfe actually appreciates this, which is interesting, since he’s just expressed a profound distaste for the Curia and he usually prickles when called by his first name by people he dislikes. He may get along with Vargas better than he lets on.

Santi felt guilty enough over losing Murasaki to resign as Lord Commander. Under the circumstances, I really don’t think that’s a rational response. Of course there will be traitors in the ranks right after forcibly removing the old leadership, and it’s impossible to account for everything. But Santi isn’t thinking rationally. In his view, he’s had one failure after another for the past few months: betraying his company in Rome, failing to protect the pack in the Iron Tower and London, being too injured to do anything in Philly, failing to protect Wolfe and the kids in Castle Raby... The current battle isn’t won yet and the outcome is still uncertain. Losing the Archivist to soldiers the thought he could trust was just the last straw for him. But also, potentially, this could be a sign of some kind of pre-series friendship with Murasaki.

Lord Commander is eligible to be Archivist. Not that Nic wants anything to do with it. Under better circumstances, would he feel differently? Probably not; he knows what he’s good at, and that’s military leadership, not politics.

South American Vargas says “gods”, plural. Standard Library rhetorical polytheism or a sign of some form of polytheism being a major religion where she’s from?

Wolfe has a total dad moment, being simultaneously proud that his baby is the Archivist and terrified that he can’t help her.

The Curia stands respectfully for Khalila. “Wolfe leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.” Nice try, Wolfe, but we already know how much you care.

Santi feels better when there’s a job to do. Now that Khalila is Archivist, he needs to protect his kid, and he’s ready to get to work on that.

Wolfe knows Santi’s failure to protect Murasaki “would haunt him forever.” How many other past failures still weigh on Nic?

The only ones who can Translate into or out of the Archives are Morgan and Eskander. She now has equal access to him. They’re effectively sharing the Obscurist Magnus position, really.

Morgan has already planned to copy the Archives. Khalila has researched the Library’s history of making copies and is prepared to argue for it. And neither of them gives a damn what the Curia has to say about it. Wolfe suspects Morgan has already started the copying, and Khalila has no problem wielding her authority as Archivist to authorize it over any objections from the Curia.

As soon as Khalila calls on Santi to start planning defense strategies, Wolfe heads out. Interesting timing. Not being part of the Curia, he’s probably a bit uncomfortable being there, but I think this is also a gesture of trust in Nic’s ability to handle this.

“That was not the voice of his student. It was the voice of his queen.” Love this line. Nice sign of how Khalila inhabits her role. Also, somebody needs to include this in a Wolfe/Khalila fic.

And the chapter ends with Wolfe now having one more kid to worry about. Thomas is missing.

[emoboijk]

MYG | Lo-Fi Beats (02)

Lo-Fi: an aesthetic of recorded music in which the sound quality is lower than the usual contemporary standards so that imperfections of the recording and production are audible.—fluff, angst, idol!au

prologue :: 01 :: 02 :: 03 :: 04 :: 05 :: 06 :: epilogue

1,480 words

p.cred

Bang-sajangnim has two offices. One is in the basement and is more akin to a studio than to an office. The other is on the top floor, with a massive view of the city and an ornate desk, various awards on his shelves and paperwork in front of him. You had quickly discovered (and Yoongi had clued you in) that if you were called to Bang-sajangnim’s basement office, it wasn’t anything big or serious or troublesome. But if you met in his top-floor office there were only a couple of possibilities: big news or big trouble.

You’d only been into his top floor office once—when you first got this job—and you hoped to never see it again.

Which is why, when his assistant asked for you all to meet up there, you got a bit anxious. Your palms were sweating just thinking about it.

Jihoon was almost having a heart attack.

“Would you both chill?” Minji said, sitting with one leg crossed over the other at the desk across from yours, watching you both skeptically with an iced coffee in her hand. “One office is bigger than the other, that’s probably the only reason he wants to meet up there.”

“You don’t know that,” Jihoon said, flipping through his paperwork for the fifth time.

“Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors,” you said, tipping your coffee all the way back and frowning when you found it empty. You looked at Yoongi’s note one more time, smiled and sent him a text:

Coffee is not better. I have a meeting with Bang-sajangnim and now I’m wired AND anxious…

The little text bubble almost immediately appeared to signal that he was responding. You felt yourself relax, even if just a bit, almost immediately. And you were surprised—some days it took him forever to get back to you. But then you recall his “free time” until 1:30 and decide to just be happy about it.

Yoongi—You’re always wired and anxious.

You chuckle, poised to answer back, losing your nervous energy in the playful repartee between you two, when the office door opens.

“Annyeonghaseyo.” A familiar voice echoed across the small room, everyone inside freezing in the middle of their tasks. Jihoon nearly dropped his papers but manages to catch them frantically at the last minute. You stood up so fast your office chair rolled into your desk with a loud thud!

Bang-sajangnim stood in the doorway with a peaceful expression, slightly amused at the mayhem his presence has accidentally caused. He chuckled and apologized, explaining, “I was already down here, so I thought we could talk here.”

“Of course, of course,” Jihoon said, rushing over to the small table that you use for your department meetings and lunch breaks, clearing it of food wrappers and cups. “Have a seat, sir,” Jihoon held out a chair for him.

You walked over to the table and bow respectfully, taking the seat across from him as Jihoon and some of your colleagues join you. Bang-sajangnim settled into the proffered chair, watching as Jihoon spreads out his various papers, trying to collect his thoughts, his mouth opening to stutter out the beginnings of a status update.

Bang-sajangnim’s Korean was calm and professional when he interrupted, “Jihoon-ssi,” he said, smiling when the head of the department looked up from the table nervously, “Your progress looks great. But that’s not why I’m here.”

The pursuing silence was so blatantly awkward that Jihoon’s anxious heartbeat was almost audible. Bang-sajangnim chuckled light-heartedly, “Relax,” he said, holding up his hands to the group, “There’s a stadium tour coming up, and I’m going to need to steal you.” He locked eyes and pointed directly at you.

Your shoulders relaxed and you smiled, “Oh, is that all?” It won’t be the first time Bang-sajangnim temporarily assigned you to another department; you were sort of a jack-of-all-trades at BigHit. Plus it helps that you not only knew most everyone but got along with them, too (yet another good thing in your life that can be traced back to Min Yoon Gi).

Bang sat back in his chair and smiled as the energy at the table loosens, “See? Nothing to worry about.” He looked down at his watch and said, “There’s a meeting with the managers and other important staff in an hour and a half, upstairs. You’ll get all the information you need then.”

“10:30?”

He nodded, stood and left just as suddenly as he had come.

Jihoon sighed audibly, “Oh my god.”

“Wow,” Minji said, unimpressed, “And what exactly did all that freaking out get you both?”

“A free pass to a BTS stadium tour?” you grinned, standing from the table and nearly skipping back to your desk. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and immediately texted him.

Guess who’s tagging along on the BTS stadium tour this summer??

Yoongi: My insomnia?

Ha ha

Yoongi: I’m glad ur coming but i’m busy

Lame :)

An hour and a fifteen minutes later you were standing at the basement level elevator bay, waiting to go upstairs for your meeting, when you saw the creepy stranger from earlier leaving the conference room with Yoongi. They stopped at the door of his studio awkwardly, and Yoongi bowed politely.

“Think about it,” the stranger said, bowing lowly.

Yoongi smiled in a way that was more a grimace and bowed again. When he rose to his full height he saw you across the hall. You raised your eyebrows in question and he just rolled his eyes, said something to the stranger and disappeared into his studio, the lock whirring shut behind him.

When you looked back to the stranger, you find him staring at you seriously. He turned to one of his staff members and whispered something. A chill went down your spine. And it was odd, because you’ve been stared at by strange men before, and the feeling was different. His stare wasn’t the kind where he was imagining various sexual fantasies, or you with your clothes off. No. The feeling you got from his stare was that of a predator watching their prey; he didn’t necessarily want to have sex with you, but there was something he wanted from you.

The elevator doors slid open and you stepped in quickly, trying to shake off that feeling. As if reading your thoughts, Yoongi texted you with the answer to your unspoken question.

Yoongi: His name is Daniel Ito - some kind of producer, owns a label?

He gives me the creeps

You put your phone away when the elevator arrived at your floor and you saw two of the BTS staff members walking past, following them into the conference room.

The meeting was almost mundane in its familiarity. It was only your second stadium tour, but it would be your fifth tour with them overall (you were even lucky enough to go on the Red Bullet tour with them in the old days). You knew all the staff and are familiar with your responsibilities (translation for the members and the staff, running errands, etc). You were almost surprised to find that this process has become somewhat old-hat to you.

“Is there anything you’d like me to do specifically before we leave for the tour?”

Minhyuk pursed his lips in thought. He was the senior manager of BTS and you were following him down to the basement. He rattled off some instructions (meet with one of the coordinators about hotel stays, familiarize yourself with the schedule, etc) and the Translation Team Supervisor (Michelle) rallied off some translation-specific tasks (including a dinner party for the team in a couple of weeks). By the time they had finished and you’d taken all of your notes, you were standing just inside the BTS rehearsal space.

“Noona?”

You looked up from your notepad to see Jeongguk watching you with his head tilted. You smiled at him, “Hmm?”

“Here for some dance practice?” Hoseok jumped behind Jeongguk, starting to sing the lyrics and perform the choreography to Just Dance.

“Hey,” you said, putting your notebook down on the chair, “I have moves.” You attempted the robot and failed miserably before giving in and ugly-dancing with the boys.

“Ugh, what is she doing here?”

You turned away from them to see Yoongi standing at the door, looking somewhat like a homeless person in a beanie and oversized plaid shirt, with a self-satisfied smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes mockingly, a smile playing at your expression, too, “Leaving now that you’re here.”

He put his arm around your shoulders (a small part of him afraid that you might actually walk out) and said, “What’s up?”

You shrugged, “I was talking to Michelle and Minhyuk. About the tour.”

“Ah.”

“Oh, hey, what was with that dude earlier?” you exaggerated a shudder, “He gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

Yoongi chuckled and said, “Dinner tonight. I’ll fill you in.”

author’s note—this took forever to edit because first drafts generally suck lol hope u guys like it :D

03: chicken dinner ↝

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[ofcacthuxandkylosaur]

Are there any trans Kylo fics out there? I feel as if it's all only trans hux this or feminized hux that...

I think there is indeed more trans Hux than trans Kylo out there, but I still managed to find some. Beware that I haven’t read most of the fics and therefore cannot say anything about their content. I also recommend of course you read the autor’s warnings;)

Trans Kylo Art

https://croatomunchi.tumblr.com/post/142969291522/would-u-ever-draw-like-hux-and-trans-kylo - croatomunchi

http://artllama.tumblr.com/post/146236116396/i-did-a-transition-log-because-i-cant-not-spend - artllama

http://toiek.tumblr.com/post/141289851114/i-love-trans-kylo - toiek

http://rip-space-birdie.tumblr.com/post/141067487245/kylo-ren-is-trans-pass-it-on - rip-space-birdie

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/153044170134/stutter-iplier - opens-up-4-nobody

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/147354462721/nice - opens-up-4-nobody

http://angerydj.tumblr.com/post/169121106275 - angerydj

http://corvosfursona.tumblr.com/post/137737245113/they-fixed-him-up-but-hes-conked-and-phasma - corvosfursona

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137138625403/coming-to-u-live-tiny-trans-padawan-ben-solo  - kiiiloren

+ There is also a blog whose name is Trans!Kylo

Trans Kylo headcanons/ideas

http://bygoneboy.tumblr.com/post/148311042452/hi-u-should-talk-abt-ur-trans-kylo-headcanons - bygoneboy

http://nbnightwing.tumblr.com/post/136272896831/anyway-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-trans-guy - nbnightwing

http://kremaclassii.tumblr.com/post/137459014170/whispers-more-trans-kylo-head-canons - kremaclassii

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/138435517778/ive-been-thinking-about-trans-hux-and-kylo + http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137141605853/since-leia-is-force-sensitive-imagine-her-being - kiiiloren

http://lilstarkiller.tumblr.com/post/141230802426/alright-alright-i-keep-thinking-weve-got-trans - lilstarkiller

http://generallyhorribleatlife.tumblr.com/tagged/trans%21kylo - generallyhorribleatlife

Trans Kylo Fics

“Almond”  - angry_android || Kylo likes to hang out at his local Starbucks and brood. Hux works there part-time while going to community college. Because of someone else’s sloppy handwriting, Hux accidentally calls out Kylo’s name as “Kylie,” and there is fallout. The fallout might include dating.

“pocketknife”  - angry_android || There’s a reason Kylo wears a crop top. Hux understands.

“Casanova, Fuck Me Over”  -  Anonymous || With another kiss, Hux glances up. “You promise try and keep your limbs to yourself?” Ren snorts. “I will try my best,” he says, placing his hands on the sheets, “If you promise to stick your face between my thighs sometime soon.”

“Tarine Tea and Lambro Shark”  -  armitageren || The First Order celebrates a recent victory on a luxurious planet and it’s the perfect setting for Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux’s first date. Hux struggles to survive the date with his anxiety putting him on edge because Ren doesn’t know he’s trans and he isn’t sure what that means for their future.

“all the noises (from your hateful little mouth)”  - bloomthefox || In which Kylo whines and puts off his feelings, Phasma calls it like she sees it, and Hux is a stone cold mystery. Or, the defense attorney AU that literally nobody asked for.

“care and control”  -  cracktheglasses (cormallen) ||  It’s a wide strip of dark brown leather, soft, already a bit worn at the edges, snapped shut over Ben’s wrist. It means Ben wants him. Ben needs him. He may not always be able to say it, but he means it every time he puts the cuff on, every time he puts himself into Hux’s care – I’m yours.

“juxtaposition”  - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || He hopes Hux makes it hurt. Hopes Hux is as mean and arrogant and smart here as he is everywhere else, the way Kylo tries to be.

“Changed” -   Davechicken || Kylo was sure from a young age that he wasn’t female. It’s not until he leaves home that he finds people who agree.

“Pushed”  - Davechicken || Hux has to push his boy a little, to get him through the discomfort. Kylo always appreciates it after.

“Control”  - DoctorNinjaSpy || Patience is Armitage’s most valued virtue. Sometimes, however, he falters.

“special delivery” - gonnapop || Hux had not intended to be present for this messy process. Rather, he’d imagined returning after his shift and being handed a clean, swaddled baby. But there was nothing for it now.He rolled up his sleeves.

“Heel, Beg, Speak”  - JulieCox || Emperor Hux has a new pet, and enjoys pushing him around. Kylo has secrets, and enjoys keeping them to his own damn self. But they won’t stay secrets for long.

“the Panty fic”  -  kyloskummies || Kylo and Hux are roommates. Kylo is trans and wears panties. It’s a hot day and the AC is broken. Y'all know where it goes from there.

“Bad Poet and Good Artist”  -  lovewashisname || Hux has moved schools before. He’s sure this time won’t be any different. He’ll keep to himself, make a few acquaintances, and put up with his father the best he can. But not even an hour into his first day and he’s shattered his phone, walked into a gorgeous boy, and had a very, very awkward conversation with said gorgeous boy. In other words, Hux meets the incredibly sad Ben Solo, and maybe he doesn’t want to leave this school so soon.

“Bad Poetry on Starlit Rooftops”  -  lovewashisname || Everywhere Kylo looks, high school is portrayed as either the best place you’ll ever be, or a shithole that will ruin four years of your life. For Kylo, it’s neither. High school has been a place to hide from his own body, and to get into fights every once in a while. So in one year, none of that will change, he thinks. How wrong could he be? told from Kylo’s point of view

“A Real Boy”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale junior, he has a crush on a senior named Hux. Ben is too afraid to show off his real self, but Hux quickly accepts him. And loves him.

“Birth of a dream”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale, hux has always wanted a child, Ben gives his body to have their child.

“Expectations”  -  MosImagination || Ben solo didn’t know what to expect coming home on Valentines Day.

“Shark in the Water”  -  SeraphicVictory || Kylo Ren was absolutely the best sailor there ever was. Or that’s what he liked people to believe anyway. In truth, he was no better than any other man at the mercy of the sea. With one fatal mistake, he and his ship were destroyed in a terrible storm, and Kylo was certain he would fall to the watery grave that most sailors met at the end. But then he wakes up to a handsome, red-headed man. His savior: The Mershark called ‘Hux’.

“Someone to come home to”  -  ShinigamiKnox || Hux is the supportive boyfriend and helps Kylo deal with his dysphoria. It was supposed to be a more serious piece of work, but I could not stop laughing at the infamous Ren quote. I’m so sorry.

“A morning at the gym”  -  SidMjkGc || Just another kind of workout.

“This Asshole”  - twinkyatta || Hux goes to a coffee shop every day, but there’s a new barista, and holy fuck does he hate him.

+ Trans Female Kylo fic

“Fate”  -  MosImagination || It was fate that they met. A beautiful transfemale Kylo ren. A handsome transmale Hux.

Trans Kylo series (of fics) 

“The Monsters We Keep”  -  AriMarris || Description: “The Monsters We Keep” is the story of Hux and Kylo, who fall in love and marry young and make many mistakes. Basically, the films rewritten through Kylo’s eyes with drastic changes. With extra one-shots thrown in the mix for fun.

“Bastards and Broken Things”  -  Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: A story of Armitage Hux’s childhood from the Bastards and Broken Things AU / Series.

“Caged by Monsters” (one work for now)  -  Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work:  An introduction to the psychiatric ward AU - this is written by an actually neurodivergent person and thus there is a strong attempt to make it not remotely ableist. The “bad guys” in this are the abusive doctors and an ableist system. Hux meets Kylo Ren for the first time, or rather the other sees him in a therapy session with Dr. Brendol Hux and becomes fascinated by him.

“The Tired Raptor”  -  Kylux_TRASH || Description: “Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie talent at the height of its golden age, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right. A beacon for the show business elite. Now, something is about to happen that will change all that”Something did happen to change that. It happened, on October 31st, 1939, Hollywood California. Kayla-Rose and her male escort, Mr. Hux were riding in the elevator when they entered into a world unknown. They entered The Twilight Zone.

“when the lights are low”  -  transkylo (captainandor) || No Description –> Resume of first work: “Do your colleagues know how fucking possessive you are?” Kylo asks, canting his hips back, pressing into Hux’s touch as far as he can.Hux grins. “Does your mother know that you sleep with her political rivals?” Kylo’s laugh is breathy and uneven. “I don’t make a habit of it.” 

+ Trans Female Kylo series (of fic)

“She’s Just a Girl and She’s on Fire”  -   Kylo Hux (Loki_Likey_Thor_Odinson) || No Description –> Resume of first work: Hux and Phasma have been sent to a fundraiser for The First Order. Their uniforms have been changed for a smart military uniform and a glamorous ball gown. Everyone that should be here is – except for one person.Kylo Ren is absent, still on another planet, having surgery. She was supposed to be here, supposed to be on security detail for the night; Hux lost hope of seeing his girlfriend for the first time in months when he saw two Knights of Ren circling the room.

“from bby Finn to teenage heartthrob + Hux  (one work for now)  -  orphan_account || No Description –> Resume of first work: Mostly, Phasma loves her job. But sometimes, just sometimes, she really hates it. Meanwhile, Hux has a slight problem, and her name is Kylo Ren.

[handlewithkara]

Well, so much for the little story I tried to write about Mon-El and Kara deciding to go to Argo and help it rebuild. It was supposed to have Alura talking to Kara about Zor-El’s death and Thara showing up and Kara angsting about not fitting in on Krypton and then the show came and did it for me. 

Since it’s not getting finished, here is what I had. 

„You are staying, then?“

He nods, not taking his eyes off the shelf as he looks for the right tools. “It’s not every day that you get to help a culture that everybody thought was gone.”

Kara slinks closer. “Is that all?”

His shoulders slump.  “No.” He only half turns to her, unable to meet her eyes.  “I’m here, because I’m still in love with you.”

Her heart stops, she isn’t sure whether to smile or cry, whether to be happy or scared or angry.

“What about Imra?”

Mon-El winces. “We didn’t exactly choose to get married. There was a political situation, the concordate, we thought it would be the wisest thing, that it would save lives. I don’t have much to offer to you. I… I hurt you. I, I don’t even … The future has changed, Imra’s sister is alive, hopefully. I don’t even know if I’m still married anymore, if there was still a need for us to get married. I understand if that is not enough for you. I don’t expect anything from you, but I thought you deserved to know.”

Kara blinks, tears forming in her eyes. “Thank you. Thank you for telling me.”

“Is it okay, if I stay, or would you rather ...”

“No! I mean, yes. I want you to stay.”

*

Her mom leads her to her room with short, tepid steps. Some furniture has been moved in, covered by planes, but all the toys, all the pictures are the same.

“I didn’t change too much, I couldn’t bring myself to use it.”

Kara nods. A lump builds up in her throat. She grasps the picture that shows her on her cresting day, white robes, the ring of cresting on her head, her father beaming with pride.  She tries to smile through the tears.

She’s grateful for Alura’s touch.

*

“Mon-El?”

“Mmmm?”

“My mom, she kept my old room. It’s wonderful, it’s, it’s just bit much to take in.”

He nods.

“Can I come in?”

He blinks, because after all, she already is in his room. Then it dawns on him.

Wordlessly he lifts the covers and lets her slip in.

*

“You shouldn’t have to do this!”

“Kara, it’s okay. It’s fine, really.”

“But it’s not fair. Why just you? I don’t want them treating you, like,” she lowers her voice to a conspirative whisper, “like a lab animal.”

“Our species are closely related, by studying him, we could gain new understanding for our people,” the magister from the science guild interjects.

“I don’t like it. I’ve been away for a long time, too. You should study me as well.”

*

They sign up for the repair squad. It’s strange to be without her flight. Hovering underneath the city, the sounds from her breathing mask in her ear, watching soil and rock break away slowly and drift off into space.

They don’t have to say it.

It’s not a good sign.

The base of Argo has always been stable, to protect against quakes. It’s gonna take a long time for it to crumble, but something has to be done.

*

“Here take it. It’s from the future. Maybe it can help.”

There’s just the faintest hint of hesitation as he slides his Legion ring off his finger and hands it over to the science guild.

Kara fights the urge to grab his arm, to stop him. Ask him whether he is sure.

But his jaw his set, his eyes determined.

Their eyes meet. One of them has to say it.

“You have to make contact,” Kara blurts out.

“Trade, ask for help”, Mon-El adds.

“You could use our ship. The fuel won’t last forever, but now you can leave, it’s a start.”

The magister’s shoulder’s tense.

“Your city needs a real home. 2.4 million souls in Argo city. It will be hard to persuade an inhabited planet to take you in. Your people should prepare for it.”

“We will take your advice into consideration.”

The magister turns to her. “Do you wish to call another meeting of the council, Kara Zor-El?”

“No, I’m good. But promise you will discuss it.”

“Of course, Kara Zor-El.” The man hesitates. “Your father was a colleague. A good friend. The last time I saw you, you numbered less than 10 cycles. It’s a great joy to see you again.”

*

“You have done this before,” she asks as they walk, leaving the science guild building behind.

“Yes. Kind of. It’s a long story.”

“Blight?”

“No, something different.”

“Are you gonna tell me about it?”

He stops. “Sure, if you want me to.”

She bites her lip. “You gave your ring away.”

Mon-El looks down on his feet. “I felt it might be needed here.”

*

The first time they do it without powers is in a rickety old garden shed, against a wooden wall.

They sweat more and it doesn’t last as long, but his mouth still tastes as it always has. She bites his lip and scratches the back of his neck. They do it fast, trying to swallow each other’s moans with hungry kisses, not wanting to be interrupted by the caretakers.

She feels it longer, afterwards.

And the hickey on her neck stays for two days.

*

This are changing around here. It’s not a bad change. Maybe Argo needs more change, Alura muses.

It’s little things, subtle. Like Kara coming out of his room in the morning, or when her daughter asks about the chances to get her own place (she can’t, real estate is among the most limited things in Argo City).

People come to visit, in overalls with dirt smudged faces.

Kara and Mon-El spend three days trying to recreate something called ice cream. It doesn’t seem to work and Alura is confused, because Kara tells her that this food is of limited nutritional value and even unhealthy.  

The house is no longer empty, people come and go. She realizes that she’s not used to it anymore, to the house not being empty.

*

They sit together, just the two of them. Her daughter, her pride, her joy. Alura squeezes her hand, no longer the hand of a little girl.

There are so many things left unsaid, undiscussed.

The words spill out of her. She tries to stop herself. She is Alura, esteemed council member.

But the words keep on spilling. She speaks of the darkness, the fear, right after they found themselves saved. The hunger, all that death.

It’s the first time she speaks to anyone about Zor-El’s death.

For a moment it is as if she has become the daughter, with Kara’s comforting arms wrapped around her.

*

“When I saw her disappear, swallowed up by the darkness, the same darkness that took in Fort Rozz… Part of me thought that maybe this was my punishment. For all those I sent away, I lost the thing I loved the most.”

*

One day Alura sees her necklace again, around Mon-El’s neck. It takes her a while to realize that he has always been wearing it, she has seen hints of the cord before, but only now he’s wearing it openly. It’s the same time when he moves into Kara’s room.

They’ve also taken to walking with their hands joined. It’s an unfamiliar sight, a gesture usually reserved for families.

It’s not respectful for a mother to pry into her daughter’s life, but who can blame a mother for wanting to know more? She knocks politely on Kara’s door and only enters after being invited.

She has come to see her daughter, to hold her hand, to ask her how she’s feeling. Getting to step into her daughter’s room is just a fortuitous side effect.

Her eyes sweep around the chamber. It’s not a little girl’s room anymore. Tools and papers from their work litter the table, male clothes hang from a chair.

“Kelex hasn’t been in yet, I’m, I’m not used to cleaning taking that long,” Kara says apologetically.

“Don’t worry, this is your home now.”

Kara beams and throws her arms around Alura’s neck.

*  

A young women approaches her, wearing the gylph of house Ur.

“Greetings to you, daughter of Zor-El.”

“Greetings to you.”

Curiosity and respect battle it out inside her guest, if her face is any indication.

“You have been away for a long time,” she blurts out at all.

Kara nods. “Such is known.”

The woman settles back in her chair. “My mate and I are very forward thinking. We are non-matched, we selected each other.”  She pauses, unsure how to continue. “We couldn’t help but notice that the unusual behavior between you and your mate.”

She leans in closer. “Your hands are often linked when you are in public. Is that a Daxamite custom? Is there a special meaning to it?”

“Not really. Humans do it, too. It is a frequent custom. Many species have it.”

Her guest mulls over the answer, trying to fit this information into her worldview. “He kisses you often, doesn’t he?”

Kara tilts her head. “I guess he does.”

*

The next time she sees Janna Dax-Ur stroll across the market with her mate their hands are joined.

Kara smiles.

“Everything okay, babe?”

Kara grabs his hand tighter.

“Yep, all is good.”

*

She settles down in Mon-El’s lap, resting back against his chest.

“They look at me. Like, like they are curious where I will go, like they expect me to still make a decision.” They would never say anything. Kryptonians are respectful. Still, she feels the distance that is there. Their looks that say that they haven’t decided yet whether she has come to be one of theirs or just as a guest.

“I thought that it would be different here, that I would finally be home. Among my people. I’m too loud, impatient, not respectful enough of my elders.”

Mon-El runs his palm along her back. “They might not understand it yet, but you have the best of all worlds.”

She takes a hold of his hand and hides her face in the crook of his neck.

“Do you think that that’s my fate,” she whispers. “No matter where I go, I will never fully belong?”.

He ponders, quietly, for a while.

“I think your home is where your heart wants it to be.”

“I miss Alex, I miss her so much.”

*

She kneels down in the temple, her mother beside her. It is the Feast of Light, being held the traditional way. Only with more speeches to commemorate the dead.

Mon-El could attend they assured her, as a guest.

He is invited to share their faith and celebration.

As a guest.

Then the prayers swell. Kara clings to her candle. She can feel her mothers gaze on her, tears stream down her face.

*

“I have to do this. I hope you understand. I wouldn’t, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t at least try.”

“Kara, it’s okay. I get it, I really do.”

She searches his face, for any sign of dishonesty, but there is none.

[mithliya]

hi! so this is gonna be a long ask, if you dont feel like replying or dont really know what to say no hard feelings!! okay so idk if im asking for advice or just your personal thoughts, but i love your blog and ive seen you giving very insightful smart advice/opinions before and i like your vibe in general.

so here goes nothing: ive been working at a new place since june (supermarket) and i like most of my colleagues. a few weeks ago a new guy started working there (im from germany) hes black around 30 years old and immigrated tho i dont know when/from where and his german is pretty good and i thought he was very nice and polite. Now some time around last week two of my colleagues (both female) have talked about how he wont ever listen to them and gets mad/feels personally attacked when either of them criticises him/tells him to do sth differently/corrects him/orders him to do sth, and how they are pretty sure its bc theyre both women since he has no problem listening to literally any of my male colleagues. I have personally never really made that observation (which also makes me question what theyre saying bc id like to say im pretty good at picking up chauvinist patterns by now lol), especially since im way younger than my colleagues (men who dont respect women tend to respect women younger than them even less i think) and it happened many times that he asked me if he could help me with anything when he had nothing to do/asked me stuff about products or whatever when he didnt know/took my advice when i told him about a way to do sth more efficiently etc.. And here comes the main reason im questioning what theyre saying: when they talked about it they said a few times how "the men here [europe] respect women but they [men from majority black countries] dont" and how they [black men] are "naturally more aggressive" and arent used to having to listen to women. So after the racist things theyve said im unsure if hes really a misogynist uncomfortable with listening to women, or if theyre just racist and thus are micromanaging him/criticising him/ordering him around a lot more which in return makes him not want to listen to those two female colleagues of mine. If i knew for sure hes just a misogynist ofc id go cold turkey on trying to be nice to him/making smalltalk/offering help and whatever but in case im wrong and his hostility is just the result of racism i dont want to take part in lowkey bullying in the workplace and make him feel alienated. but then again if my two colleagues are correct i dont want to play nice with a misogynist. Do you see my struggle? its not even like i could do much in either scenario bc out of the three days of the week that im working, im only sharing one 7 hour shift a week with him. so yea like i said, idk what im really asking for here i mainly wanted to get it off my chest and hopefully youll tell me im not absolutely bonkers and overthinking stupid shit lmao <3<3<3

first off so sorry for taking some time to respond, i saw how long ur msg was and wanted to sit down properly so i can read it n respond.

tbh, if i knew someone and talked to them frequently and didn’t notice such a trend, + the people who pointed out to me start spewing racist things,, id be more inclined to trust my own experience. i guess you’d just have to keep observing and see if there’s any truth to their statements, but it seems you’re already leaning towards their statements likely being based on their own biases towards him due to him being black. especially if they said that black men are “naturally more aggressive”… that to me isn’t even subtle. maybe if possible u could try to see how they interact w him and how he responds, ig thats the only way you’ll know for sure. but definitely if he’s good w u and it’s been going well with him, i say keep being the way u are bc it’s never great to have bad relationships w any coworkers

[thcodcre]

hello, lovelies !! kay here ( 20, she/her, est ) and i’m actually the Worst™ at intro posts so i’ll spare all of you with my ramblings but i’m super excited to introduce you all to my Fave Boy theo !! inevitably i’ll go off on a tangent about him but if you wanna plot then feel free to hmu or like this and i’ll shoot you a message !! lit i wrote half of this before heading off to work where i’ve been for the past 8 hours rip ,, so worry this look 5 years

( tom holland / twenty-one / he&him ) is that ( theodore caldwell ) ordering a ( white chocolate mocha ) at mocha? i heard they’re a ( legal assistant ) who’s known as the ( polymath ) around here. however, they say ( theo ) is very ( pragmatic ), but ( headstrong ). well, better get their drink before it gets cold!

okie so first things first ,,ya boy’s full name is theodore dashiell caldwell but prefers the nickname of theo to those close to him bc it’s simpler and doesn't like how proper it sounds ,,given in the public sphere he’s known by his full name but only those who get the Seal of Approval get to call him teddy,,, he was born in brooklyn, new york to virginia caldwell ( the current united states ambassador to the united nations and ex-chief executive officer of greenpeace ) and quentin caldwell ( current new york senator and democratic whip minority leader in congress )

while v democratic and liberal in beliefs, theo was always v uncertain about following a path that strayed away from what his parents expected of him since both are v established in the political world so theo always felt like she had to put forth this perfect appearance of himself so she was worthy to be boasted about by his parents to colleagues and political opponents alike with his academics, accomplishments, etc.

due to him being brought up in the public eye as his parents built their respective careers ( lowkey trash in viewing his parents as frank and claire underwood but with more chill rip ), theo didn’t have many friends so partly as a way to give him a hobby to pursue outside of school and to meet new friends, his parents signed up a 5 year old theo for language lessons and a soccer lessons ,,,u know ,, lil kid things ,,, so it’s here that begins theo’s love for languages bc he’s a nerd and a bit of a polyglot but as of now he’s fluent in italian, spanish, french, german, russian and latin ,, ur boy is currently learning arabic and mandarin 

being raised by his parents meant that theo was brought up with the caldwell ambition and hard work ethic, believing in order to succeed you must work hard for what you want and that change can only be made in the world if you fight enough for it. this transferred over to theo’s academic standing who worked to keep up his 4.0 gpa


for real though,,,theo was the kid in all ap classes and managed to seem effortlessly cool but also was a giant ass nerd ?? ask him about harry potter, star wars or marvel and he’ll sure as hell have a vocal opinion ( don’t get him started on hp,,,snape was a bully and can choke,,,while draco is his fave that he’ll defend forever )
 

on top of him being a raging nerd, he was also a big activist while in high school and was that kid handing out flyers for an upcoming protest to the school board demanding for healthier school lunches and fair prices for such since the unhealthy options were much cheaper, and standing on cafeteria tables for change in school policies


at the time he was a smol in the local private catholic school so he often got beat up from the sports teams ( i’m just a lil emo picturing tom is the school uniform and internally crying nbd ) for protesting school fundings being unfairly distributed, more often than not benefiting the sports teams rather than the drama department, the art department or even better academic resources


im gettin emo thinkin of lil theo and lil tom wearing uniform blazers and being a lil politician in the making  r…ip me,,but yes so he graduates valedictorian and accepted into princeton as a politics major of which nate had to nearly threaten his dad not to donate money for a new library to sway his acceptance

it’s during theo’s time at princeton that he truly begins to find himself and grows more confident ??? gone are the days of string bean theo and bada bing bada boom enter tom’s spider-man physique bc theo starts taking more care of himself and just v self assured in his place in the world and just wanting to help people and make a change ?? for now he just wants to make a difference as a lawyer and maybe work for the state and maybe down the line turn political ,, but he’s debating whether to go aim toward corporate, state or constitutional law

since the past few years in college have been super !!! especially throwing in helping out his parents with appearances, stress of keeping up his grades, and generally running off of off caffeine and the determination of elle woods ,, theo is taking a year or so off to steady himself but he got an internship position at baker & mckenzie law firm here in chicago as a legal assistant before going off to harvard law

overall though theo is the least bit pretentious person and is a p chill dude,,,understands his privilege and knows that not everyone is born into money like his family is,.,, loves helping people and just wants the world to be a better place ??? v openly liberal in terms of political beliefs and 10/10 would fight donald trump and jeff sessions in a heartbeat do it for the vine


likes to think he’s kinda cool but don’t let him fool u he is a Nerd ,,,will probably rant off to u about harry potter and why draco malfoy is not only the best character but why he and the slytherin house are done dirty and snape can choke ,..also list an abundance of reasons as to why he will defend tony stark until the end of his days ,,,also probably has a collection of iron man comics and harry potter wands bye

his sense of humor is the worst i swear legit it’s all pop culture references with a mixture of shitty puns and jokes beware ,, he’s extremely level headed though and knows how to make good decisions, pragmatic as shit but can often lead to him being very over-analytical and dwelling on things too much

v charismatic and loves talking to people,,,and this isn’t a personality trait,,,well maybe considering he’s fashionable as shit and loves cardigans and button down shirts and chelsea boots,,,but also loves to be casual in joggers and a light shirt,,,but his fave designers are paul smith, ted baker and givenchy
 bc i hate him

[theyoungest-weasley]

Neville Imagine 2

Request: I do hope your requests are still open. If possible could I get a Neville Longbottom one where he is a professor and the reader teaches Charms or Astrology and they keep bumping into each other and the students low key ship them? If there’s a form or something I need to fill out please tell me. Anyway/ Regardless of if this gets accepted. I just want to say that I enjoy your work. Please keep it up :)

Omg ur so sweet!! @thesniffler ily so much!! this was so nice to get!! ur so polite i can tell u have a heart of gold :) I'm super exited to write this!!

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“Y/n Y/l/n,” McGonagall began, “You’ve been accepted for the position of Charms Professor, and we are happy to welcome you back to Hogwarts.”

You smiled brightly, you’re dream job was yours, “I know its only been a few years,” you thought about your old memories, “but it feels like much too long.”

“We have another new teacher this year, Neville Longbottom, I believe you were in the year above him?”

“Uh, yeah,” you blushed, remembering your old crush, “’rings a bell.”

On the first day of school you rushed to board the Hogwarts Express, almost missing it. Not paying attention to where you were going, you opened a cabin door and ran directly into someone. You fell on the ground and looked up at the man on top of you... Neville Longbottom. Damn, he had grown up nicely. You felt his breath on your lips and held your own.

“I am so sorry!” He apologized, scrambling to get off you and then helping you up. 

He looked at you after you dusted off your pants and blushed, smiling, “Y/n? Y/n /y/ln? Is that you?”

You blushed and laughed, “That’s me!”

“It’s me, Neville, I was in the year below you,” he shook your hand.

“Yeah, I remember. We used to talk sometimes.”

“Yeah,” he paused, almost like he was remembering all the little conversations and blushes, “I really do wish we had kept in touch.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“Well, sorry for,” he gave a short laugh, “falling on top of you and all. Would you like to sit?”

_____________________________________________________________________

“Professor Y/l/n?” You heard one of your first years, Anna, question sweetly from behind you as you were writing on the board, the one hundredth school day of your time as a teacher at Hogwarts had just ended and you were brainstorming about the sixth year’s lesson plan for the next day.

You turned around and smiled, “Hi, Anna! What’s up?”

“Well,” she shifted her feet, “I-I was wondering if you could explain the Charms homework. I d-don’t understand.”

“Of course! Let me see what you’re having trouble with.”

After you explained the instructions clearly and showed her what she was messing up on, you sent her on her way and then spent the rest of the night (after finishing your lesson plans) working on a tricky new charm you had been trying to get to work. 

After one particular attempt you knew you screwed up the second the words left your mouth. After waiting a second for the backfire, nothing happened and you sighed in relief. You had celebrated too soon; suddenly, there was a small explosion and a sharp ringing in your ear. You were on the ground, your arm twisted in a weird way and covered in dust. You groaned and attempted to sit up. Fire-like pain shot through your elbow and you played back down, grimacing with hot tears growing in the corners of your harshly shut eyes. 

“Are you okay?” You heard the voice over the ringing, but it sounded far away. You looked up for a second through the spots covering your vision to see a handsome man with a concerned expression before you blacked out.

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You woke up in the Hospital Wing, sitting up and flexing your newly-healed shoulder. You looked over.

“Glad you’re awake.”

“N-Nev- I mean, Professor- I didn’t,” so the handsome man that helped you was none other than your hot colleague, Neville Longbottom. 

He laughed, “It’s fine. And how many times do I have to tell you, call me Neville! Are you feeling better.”

“Uh, yeah... Neville,” he smiled when you said his name and you blushed, “Thanks for helping me out.”

“No problem. What were you working on?”

“Just a charm I’ve been trying to get right. I came up with the idea a while ago, but I can't get it right. I’m trying to create a charm that covers plants and waters them that also allows air to get through the surrounding bubble that would be created.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up excitedly, “Well, I am the Herbology Professor, maybe I could help you?”

You blushed, somewhat surprised that the charming man would want to spend time with you, “Yeah, sure! Um... what about after classes dismiss for the day?”

“Yeah, that sounds good!” You looked at the clock and gasped, “My sixth years are just arriving! I’ll be late!”

You sprung up and ignored the brief dizzy feeling and began rushing to class. Neville sprung up as well and followed you out into the hall, turning the corners just as quickly as you were. 

“A-at least let me walk you to your class,” he muttered nervously.

“Oh, thank you Neville that’s so sweet,” you smiled back at him, picking up the pace.

Pretty soon you had arrived at the door to your classroom. You opened and rushed in, the sixth years immediately silenced and waited for you to speak. Just as you had caught your breath and opened your mouth to speak, Neville stuck his head in and smiled at the class before turning to you.

“See you later, y/n, hope you're arm’s feeling better.” You remained silent, staring with wide eyes at the door Neville had closed behind him as he left. Your class began laughing.

“I see you finally took our advice, Professor,” one girl, Hannah, laughed, “We told you on the first day of school ya’ll would be so cute together.”

“And Professor Longbottom talks about you all the time!” The boy, Malcolm, added. 

“Oh, nothing’s going on. ....Wait.... H-he does?” You questioned suddenly intrigued. 

The class shared a collective smirk. 

“Whatever,” you blushed, “it doesn’t matter. We have charms to learn!”

Although you carried on with your lesson you couldn't help but have Neville in the back of your mind the whole time. Sure, the two of you had talked plenty of times before, but you were always a stuttering mess, especially after your older classes began to notice the way you seemed flustered around your colleague. He was sweet and funny and handsome and genuinely brave. You finished the class with a fluttering in your stomach. 

One girl, Jessica, had stayed back to ask you about an upcoming Essay she was having trouble with. You helped her out with her Essay and just as you were about to leave, she stopped you.

“Professor?”

“Yes,” you answered.

“Do you... This might be weird to ask, but do you like Professor Longbottom? Actually? I know all of the students think you’d be adorable together, but what do you think?”

“I-I....” you paused, blushing furiously. Even thinking about him had your stomach in nervous knots. “I guess I do,” you said, mostly to yourself.

Jessica smiled, “Great!” And began walking out without an explanation, “oh and, you should name the baby Jessica jr.”

You laughed at her awkward straightforwardness and erased the board before looking at the time. Crap. You told McGonagall that you would make an announcement before lunch began. You rushed out your room and ran to the Great Hall. You’d had her as a teacher, and you weren't sure you wanted to cross her as your boss. You busted through the doors of the Great Hall and ran directly into something. You fell on the ground and someone landed on top of you. The Great Hall went silent. 

You looked up at Neville and blushed, “I’m not complaining,” you began, “but we really must stop meeting like this.”

He laughed and looked into your eyes, “It seems as though you’re the one who’s always bumping into me.”

He got up and held out a hand to you.

The Great Hall remained silent and you looked around, Neville’s hand still clasping yours. 

“Are they waiting for us to do something?” you whispered to Neville.

“I don’t know,” he responded, looking around.

Your eyes met and after a moments pause, you pulled Neville’s collar towards you as he simultaneously grabbed your waist. The Great Hall burst into cheers as the two of you kissed. 

You pulled a part and looked into his eyes, “I really like you. Actually.”

“Me too. Actually.”

You and Neville walked back up to a McGonagall who looked as though she was fighting back a smile and sat down side-by-side at the teachers table.

The students were still talking and you heard Jessica shout over the crowd, “I told you it would happen!”

Best. Job. Ever.

[arrowreport7-blog]

White House revokes CNN reporter Jim Acosta's press credentials after Trump's post-election press conference

WASHINGTON --

As Washington came to grips with its new divided reality, President Donald Trump on Wednesday reveled in his party's Senate victories, mocked members of his own party who lost after not seeking his support and even suggested he may be able to govern more effectively after losing a chamber of Congress.

Trump faces the prospect, starting early next year, of endless investigations after Democrats formally take control of the House, along with stymied policy efforts and fresh questions about the resilience of his unorthodox political coalition. Still, he celebrated Republicans' success in retaining the Senate and seemed to blame losing GOP candidates for distancing themselves from him and his unorthodox methods.

He took an unabashed victory lap and, despite the split decision, declaring in a free-wheeling, combative, 90-minute White House news conference that "I thought it was very close to complete victory." He also belittled the number of high-profile Democrats, including his predecessor, who crisscrossed the nation to support their candidates, while suggesting that he alone was responsible for the Republican triumphs.

"I only had me. I didn't have anybody else," Trump said.

But the White House news conference was also quickly overtaken by Trump's ongoing attacks on the media, as the president repeatedly flashed his temper as he insulted several reporters by name, interrupted their questions, ordered some to sit down and deemed one inquiry "racist."

WATCH: CNN's Jim Acosta, woman struggle for mic at Trump press conference

Trump sparred with CNN Chief White House Correspondent Jim Acosta, who asked him questions about the migrant caravan headed for the U.S. and the Russia investigation.

"That's enough, put down the mic," Trump said to Acosta, as he tried to ask more questions. Acosta struggled with a woman in a maroon dress tried to take the microphone from him. She eventually succeeded and handed it to another reporter.

"CNN should be ashamed of itself, having you working for them. You are a rude, terrible person. You shouldn't be working for CNN."

Acosta tweeted just before 8 p.m. Eastern Time that Secret Service denied him entry to the White House grounds for his live shot.

Press Secretary Sarah Sanders released a statement accusing Acosta of physically assaulting a White House intern and saying his press credentials had been revoked until further notice.

"President Trump believes in a free press and expects and welcomes tough questions of him and his Administration. We will, however, never tolerate a reporter placing his hands on a young woman just trying to do her job as a White House intern. This conduct is absolutely unacceptable," Sanders wrote in the statement.

The interaction between Acosta and the intern was brief, and Acosta appeared to brush her arm as she reached for the microphone and he tried to hold onto it. "Pardon me, ma'am," he told her.

Acosta tweeted that Sanders' statement that he put his hands on the aide was "a lie."

The post-midterm election news conference marked a new low in the president's relationship with journalists.

"It's such a hostile media," Trump said after ordering reporter April Ryan of the American Urban Radio Networks to sit down when she tried to ask him a question.

The president complained that the media did not cover the humming economy and was responsible for much of the country's divided politics. He said, "I can do something fantastic, and they make it look not good."

His exchanges with CNN's Acosta and NBC News' Peter Alexander turned bitterly personal, unusual even for a forum where the nature of their jobs often put presidents and the press at odds.

"I came in here as a nice person wanting to answer questions, and I had people jumping out of their seats screaming questions at me," said Trump, who talked for nearly 90 minutes despite the run-ins with reporters.

Acosta asked Trump why the caravan of migrants was emphasized as an issue in the just-concluded midterm races. Acosta questioned Trump's reference to the caravan as an invasion, and Trump defended the term.

"You should let me run the country," Trump said. "You run CNN and if you did it well, your ratings would be much better."

After Acosta asked about the investigation of Russia's involvement in the 2016 election, Trump tried to turn to Alexander, but Acosta continued to ask questions.

"CNN should be ashamed of itself having you work for them," the president said to Acosta. "You are a rude, terrible person. You shouldn't be working for CNN. The way you treat Sarah Sanders is horrible. The way you treat other people is horrible. You shouldn't treat people that way."

Alexander came to his colleague's defense. "I've traveled with him and watched him," Alexander said. "He's a diligent reporter who busts his butt like the rest of us."

"I'm not a big fan of yours, either," Trump replied.

"I understand," Alexander said, attempting to ask a question. Acosta stood back up and began mentioning, without a microphone, the explosive devices that were recently sent to CNN and some of the president's political opponents.

"Just sit down," Trump said. "When you report fake news, which CNN does a lot, you are the enemy of the people."

After the exchange, CNN, through its public relations department's Twitter feed, said Trump's attacks on the press have gone too far.

"They are not only dangerous, they are disturbingly un-American," CNN said. "While President Trump has made it clear he does not respect a free press, he has a sworn obligation to protect it. A free press is vital to democracy, and we stand behind Jim Acosta and his fellow journalists everywhere."

Sanders' statement claimed, without evidence, that Trump has "given the press more access than any President in history," and concluded, "As a result of today's incident, the White House is suspending the hard pass of the reporter involved until further notice."

Trump's post-election press conference focuses as much on himself as candidates

Though boasting that Republicans appear likely to hold the highest number of Senate seats in 100 years, Trump was quick to distance himself from his party's failure to maintain control of the House. In a remarkable scene, he called out defeated Republicans by name - "Too bad, Mike" at one moment, "Mia Love gave me no love and she lost" at another - and blamed them for not embracing his agenda.

"Candidates who embraced our message of lower taxes, low regulation, low crime, strong borders and great judges excelled last night," said Trump. "On the other hand, you had some that decided to, 'Let's stay away. Let's stay away.' They did very poorly. I'm not sure that I should be happy or sad, but I feel just fine about it."

The president's rebuke was felt on Capitol Hill. Rep. Ryan Costello, a Republican from Pennsylvania who announced his retirement earlier this year, tweeted his displeasure with the president's diatribe, writing that his colleagues have had to "bite ur lip more times you'd care to; to disagree & separate from POTUS on principle & civility in ur campaign; to lose bc of POTUS & have him piss on u. Angers me to my core."

Trump suggested there could be room for bipartisanship, declaring that Democrats - who made opposing him a centerpiece to their campaign - would, in fact, be eager to work with him on issues like infrastructure. But the olive branch he extended was studded with thorns as he declared that Republicans would retaliate if Democrats use their control of the House to issue subpoenas to seek his tax returns and investigate his business dealings, his Cabinet's conduct and his campaign's ties to Russia.

"They can play that game, but we can play it better. Because we have a thing called the United States Senate," Trump said. "If that happens, then we're going to do the same thing and government would come to a halt and we're going to blame them."

On Tuesday, the president telephoned House Democratic leader Nancy Pelosi, a conversation that her office said included congratulations and a nod to her pitch for bipartisanship. And on Wednesday, he said she deserves to be House speaker.

"I give her a lot of credit. She works very hard and she's worked long and hard. I give her a great deal of credit for what she's done and what she's accomplished," Trump said.

Widely viewed as a referendum on Trump's presidency, Tuesday's results offered a split decision that revealed deep tensions in the American electorate - a rift that could easily widen during two years of divided control of Congress. Trump's aggressive campaign blitz, which paid off in some key victories, suggests he is likely to continue leaning into the fray.

Control of the House gives Democrats the ability to launch investigations into the president and stifle his agenda, but White House aides called on them to reach across the aisle.

"I don't know that there will be much of an appetite for Democrat lawmakers to spend all of their time, or most of their time or even a fraction of their time investigating, instigating, trying to impeach and subpoena people," said Trump adviser Kellyanne Conway.

In addition to his conversation with Pelosi, Trump called Republican Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, Republican House Speaker Paul Ryan and Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer, as well as other candidates he backed during the race, the White House said. And he downplayed reports of voter irregularity and suppression, particularly in Georgia, instead saying, "I heard it was very efficient in Georgia." Trump had aggressively campaigned in the closing days of the race, his focus on boosting Republicans in states he carried in 2016.

In the three races he targeted on the final day, Trump's picks won Tuesday night, with Republican Mike Braun defeating Democratic Sen. Joe Donnelly in Indiana, Republican Josh Hawley defeating Democratic Sen. Claire McCaskill in Missouri and Republican Attorney General Mike DeWine defeating Democrat Richard Cordray in the race for Ohio governor.

The White House for days has stressed the historical headwinds it faced: In the last three decades, 2002 was the only midterm election when the party holding the White House gained Senate seats. And only twice in the past eight decades has the president's party picked up House seats in the midterms.

Trump's shadow loomed large over the results. Nearly 40 percent of voters cast their ballots to express opposition to the president, according to AP VoteCast, a national survey of the electorate, while about 25 percent said they voted to express support for Trump.

Overall, more voters disapproved of Trump's job performance than approved - a finding that is largely consistent with recent polling. Voters scored Trump positively on the economy and for standing up "for what he believes in." But the president received negative marks from voters on temperament and trustworthiness.

Still, about one-third of voters said Trump was not a factor in their votes.

Trump's scorched-earth campaigning came to define the 2018 campaign. In the final days, he sought to motivate supporters with the battle over the confirmation of Supreme Court Justice Brett Kavanaugh.

Returning to his immigration-heavy 2016 playbook, Trump went on to unleash his full fury on a caravan of migrants slowly making their way to the southern border. His take-no-prisoners approach troubled many Republicans seeking to appeal to moderate voters in suburban House districts, but Trump prioritized base voters in the deep-red states that could determine the fate of the Senate.

WLS-TV contributed to this report.

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