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nneogram · 4 years ago

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think about it — part one. get laid!

pairing: jaehyun x reader (f)

genre: enemies to lovers!au, college!au, fluff

word count: 8.4k

warnings: language, mentions of sex but not really (oc keeps being told to get laid “emotionally” idk), jungwoo gets scolded about the importance of consent, jungwoo’s in a frat but not really but yes really, quick reminiscent phone call w/ bestie jungkook, oc has unhealthy studying habits but dw it gradually gets better from here

a/n: i’ll say it for all of us - FINALLY, an update on here. this is result of my own college shenanigans, stories from my friends, and far too many fantasies whilst in quarantine. jeni needs to lay off the k-dramas, sheesh. i’d also like to note that this is unedited! there may be a few grammar/spelling mistakes.

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Your roommate claims that you need to, in the simplest terms, “Get laid.” You are vehemently against this proposal, despite her insistence and clarification.

“Emotionally. You need to get laid emotionally, Y/N,” Megan whines. That’s all she can do from where she is sitting, tucked safely away beneath the blankets on her bed. It’s cocoon-like, she’s explained to you before, “like being in the womb.” Safe. Secure. Warm. You think that if that was her cocoon, then Megan would emerge a butterfly. If you were in her place? You would emerge a moth.

“I don’t think any getting laid needs to be done, regardless of if it’s emotional or not.” You take another flashcard from your prepared deck. Strong Acids. HCl, HBr, HI… HClO4? A hiss leaves your lips when you flip the card over to see the answer. You were missing two more acids. You reluctantly place the card into the pile to review again, which sat next to a much smaller pile of correct cards. The goal for the morning was to move all the cards in the “wrong” pile to the “right” pile, but considering the size difference of the two stacks, that goal would not be achieved.

Megan’s sigh pulls you from your focus. “Dude. Do you see yourself right now? I don’t think I’ve seen you doing anything other than studying for the past two weeks. I’m going to ace this chem midterm and I’m not even in chem. I’m not even a STEM major.”

You frown. “Sorry. Was I being too loud? I can go-”

“No, don’t worry about me. This is about you. I’m concerned for you - you’ve been cooped up more these two weeks than you were in the entirety of fall quarter. Have you taken a break recently?”

“I slept for eight hours straight, I think that’s a good enough break?”

“No, like a real break. Away from studies and school and just doing something… I dunno, fun?”

You shake your head. The past few weeks had been nothing but relentless studying. In an effort to maintain your pristine GPA, you shoved aside what little downtime you allotted yourself in fall quarter to focus on school. It was the least you could do, considering that you were on track to apply to medical school at the end of your undergraduate career. You were only in your first year, so all of the other requirements for med school - clinic, shadowing, research, the works - were inapplicable for the time being. There wasn’t much to get you ahead other than your 4.0.

Megan knows this, but she also knows that you have little to no social life outside of the bare minimum. It’s an unspoken truth that the two of you being assigned as roommates was a blessing in disguise: your studious tendencies help motivate Megan to stay on task while Megan’s more laidback nature reminds you to take a breather sometimes.

This was one of those times.

“I’m telling you,” Megan crawls over to the edge of her bed to get closer, “You should relax a bit. Just a teeny, tiny bit. Have some fun, live out your first year of college! Make some art, go to the gym, I dunno, step out of your comfort zone. Get laid!”

“You say that last one as if talking from experience,” you tease.

What was the charge on sulfide again? Fuck, it was two minus. Another card goes into the “wrong” pile.

Megan scoffs. “Please. I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and that was in middle school. The most we did was hold hands. Besides, we don’t need men… I just want one.” She mumbles this last part as an afterthought before returning her focus to you. “I think getting a boyfriend would be a great distraction for you.”

You gawk at your roommate, eyes flitting from her to your toppling stack of incorrectly answered cards and back to her. “Do you see this? I don’t need any distractions right now.”

“No, no, I - fuck. I got that all wrong, didn’t I.” Megan facepalms. “What I mean is maybe you should befriend some people, or find some kind of emotional outlet. As much as I pride myself on being your source of positivity, I’m not around all the time to tell you to take a break and relax. You tend to be hard on yourself, y’know?”

Your gaze once again travels to your flashcards, their amount of use prominent in the worn-down corners and smudged ink. “I guess…”

There’s a smile of satisfaction on Megan’s face. “Think about it,” she concludes, then crawls back to her cocoon of blankets to take a nap.

The gloom of the rainy weather hits most forcefully in January. With the merriment of the holiday season behind you, it seems there is nothing ahead but cold, and rain, and emptiness. Only so many mugs of hot chocolate could keep your heart warm, and it wasn’t even the good type of hot chocolate - it was the powdery stuff that you mixed in with your lukewarm water because the water kettle you brought with you to the dorm was buggy and never fully heated up a pot of water.

Yeah, you could buy yourself a cup of cocoa from the coffee shop on campus, but as the college kid stereotype proved, you were broke. So you settle for your half-assed attempt at a comfort drink, taking extra effort to stir the dregs that tend to settle at the bottom of your styrofoam cup.

“So you need to get laid?” Jungkook’s voice crackles over the phone.

You sigh. For getting into one of the most prestigious universities in the country, Jungkook lacked the ability to draw proper conclusions from given information. He clearly hadn’t paid attention to your five minute spiel on your deteriorating motivation for life and your roommate’s unusual suggestion. “No,” you begin slowly, because if you didn’t control yourself you were going to get annoyed quickly, “I do not need to get laid.”

It’s dusk, around that time of the evening where the world slows down as the sky is painted a myriad of pinks, purples, and oranges. Even in January the sunsets in your college town never failed to astonish you. However, it’s also the time of the day when loneliness hits you most, and for a fraction of a moment you get homesick and usually end up calling someone from home. In this case, you end up contacting a close friend - though you’re beginning to question Jungkook’s title as a close friend, considering he completely missed the point of your rant.

“Well it sure sounds like it,” Jungkook refutes. There’s a loud crunching noise on the other end of the call, and you have to bring the phone away from your ear as the crackling continues. You know for a fact that Jungkook has bitten into a chip, most likely the barbecue ones he always had on hand. The audacity to snack on junk food in the middle of a conversation about your existential crisis - you sometimes wonder how you and Jungkook became friends in high school.

Then again, you were on the other end slurping the remnants of your hot cocoa. Maybe there was something going for the two of you.

“Think about it.” You’re reminded of that afternoon when Megan said the exact same thing. “You’re unmotivated. Why? Because you’re lonely. How do we fix that? You need to get laid-”

“-Emotionally. Emotionally laid-”

“-Yeah yeah, same difference. They go hand in hand,” Jungkook brushes off. “The point still stands. When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

You hesitate to answer. “I’ve never been in a relationship,” you mumble.

“I couldn’t hear you. What?”

“I said I’ve never been in a relationship,” you repeat with a sigh.

There’s a beat of silence. “You’re kidding.”

You shake your head, momentarily forgetting this is a phone call and not an in-person conversation where Jungkook can see you. Students begin to flood the sidewalks outside of the dorms, likely the last wave of students returning for their later classes. A girl - Megan, you realize after squinting - waves at you from across the street. You wave back, gesturing to her that you’re on a call. She nods and goes on her way to the dorm.

You return your focus to the call. “No, not kidding.”

“I’m taking that lapse of silence as you actually having to think about it.” You roll your eyes, another gesture that Jungkook cannot see. “How? You’re telling me all four years of high school you never got with someone? Not even a fling? Not even that weird ‘talking’ phase kids do these days? What have you been doing all this time?”

Your mind immediately goes back to your high school graduation. “Valedictorian, weighted GPA of 4.8, Y/N Y/L/N, attending…” You remember the smile on your face as the principal handed you your diploma. You remember the smiles on your parents’ faces, the pride and joy in their eyes. That was when you knew it had all been worth it - no one but you, your parents, and your own pure ambition fueling your fire for the four years of high school.

Maybe the closest you got to any sort of romantic relationship was… with Jungkook.

You liked Jungkook before your brain could fully process it, denying it as platonic affection for the better half of three years as he took you under his wing your freshman year. It was comforting to have someone older than you help you navigate high school, but as much as you tried you could not view Jungkook as an older brother as he so claimed to be.

Of course, nothing was ever to happen. Jeon Jungkook was a boy entirely out of your league - star student, star athlete, poster child for all things good and right in the world - but most importantly, he was your closest friend. It was this label that helped set a boundary for your affections, and your crush became more of a pastime to delve into when you wanted a break from your studies. A fantasy that would never come true.

It wasn’t until he moved away for college your senior year that your crush subsided, hitting you like some sort of epiphany when he returned for his winter break. You had been beyond elated to reunite with your friend, but when you looked in his eyes it dawned on you that the weight of his words and actions no longer affected you as much as they did in the past.

That was your only stint with romance, and you were fine with it staying that way. Yeah, it was a fruitless endeavor, but look what you got out of it: a great friend! And only at the price of three years of unnecessary emotional turmoil and relentless unrequited pining. What a bargain.

“I’ve been busy with school, mainly.” It’s an insufficient summation of your high school experience, but it got the point across. Technically, it wasn’t a lie.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud of you and all - and I respect your decision to be single! Human rights and all that - but maybe it’s time for you to get into a relationship.”

You snap your fingers loudly enough to startle a group of guys walking past. You hope the grimace on your face is enough of an apology. “Oh my God, thanks Jungkook! Now that you mention it, let me just hit up one of the many young eligible bachelors pining over me, because there are so many right now.”

The feigned enthusiasm in your voice does not entertain Jungkook as much as you would have liked it to. “I’m sure there are, Y/N. There were plenty in high school.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” The playful smile you sport falls from your lips as he proceeds to dive into a list of names.

“The one guy with the yellow hair… Yugyeom thought you were cute… Oh, Taehyung liked you too-”

“-Taehyung?” You gawk. “The Kim Taehyung. The guy two years older than you, editor of the yearbook and captain of the lacrosse team? The Kim Taehyung who was Prom King. Him?” It’s difficult to process a senior that you had regarded so highly had taken interest in you in your lowly freshman year.

“Yeah, I know, right? I told him he was out of your league-”

“-Hey!”

“-But I said that out of jealousy. Heck, even I liked you at some point, Y/N. You’re quite a catch, just super oblivious.”

The reminder of your phone call with Jungkook consists of your disbelieving laughs and Jungkook’s reassurances that yes, that many people liked you in high school.

“I’m sure there’s plenty of people interested in you. You just have to see it for yourself first.” Oddly prophetic for someone who claims he could survive solely off of energy drinks and barbecue chips, but considering he was studying at an Ivy League, he had to have some credibility. You end the phone call possibly more confused than you had been before the conversation. Swirling the contents of your cup absentmindedly, you realize you’ve drunk all of your hot cocoa. All that is left at the bottom of your cup are the clumps of cocoa powder that hadn’t been properly stirred. The dregs. Of course.

You relay your findings to Megan the next day over a lunch of poorly cooked rice and under seasoned chicken. “Food crafted by the gods to remind us of our inferiority,” as Megan liked to call it.

She claps her hands like a seal. “So I was right!” She cheers over a mouthful of food. “You need to get laid!”

You’re a bit too late to cover her mouth, her ambiguous words now out in the open for others nearby to hear and assume the wrong thing. Glancing around, you’re relieved to find that no one seemed to notice, save for one boy at a nearby table surrounded by some of his friends. He gives you a look but you refrain from making eye contact.

“I feel like you and I heard different stories just now.” You keep your voice down. “Meg, I just found out my high school crush - debatably, my first love - liked me at some point when I liked him. Do you know how big that is?”

“Do you know how big that isn’t?” Megan shoots back. “Because nothing came out of it. You never acted on your feelings. And something tells me that even if this John Cook-”

“-His name is Jungkook, but okay-”

“-Even if he had acted on his feelings, you would never believe it.” Ouch. She really went for your lack of self-esteem right there, and that shit hurted. Regardless, she’s right, and you both know it.

“You know when we say this, we’re not trying to force you into anything you don’t want to do,” Megan clarifies. “I’m not saying you should get dicked down by the first guy who gives you attention, but wouldn’t it be nice to let someone - someone who genuinely cares for you - to let them into that dark and twisty mind of yours? God knows what’s going on up there.” She gestures to your forehead with her spoon.

Brushing aside Megan’s crude wording near the beginning, you’re at a loss for words. Unsure of how to respond, you mumble, “But there’s no one like that in my life. Other than you, that is.”

“Because you never let anyone close enough to truly know you. Just…” she pops another spoonful of rice into her mouth, “Just think about it.”

D-1 until your midterm. Nomenclature and ionic charges are now extremely familiar to you, having taken the spot from Megan as Number One Friend. And yet, you still haven’t successfully completed your flashcards.

Strong Acids. You suck in a deep breath, swerving in between groups of people as you make your way to the cafe. Walking quickly with your head down as the sure fire way of getting to any destination as quickly as possible. Okay Y/N, you got this… HCl, HBr, HI, HClO4… HNO3? You flip the card over and hiss. You were missing one more response. You truly hated it here.

The cafe is bustling with students on their laptops and scribbling away in notebooks, all likely studying for their respective exams. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans pervades the entirety of the interior, drawing you further inward until you’re standing at the cashier.

“One tall vanilla latte, please.” You hand the girl behind the counter your money and stand aside to let the next person in line order. Once your order is called, you grab your drink - Ah, nothing like a fresh cup of capitalism to revitalize your motivation to study - and search for a place to sit. As if by the grace of God, someone leaves their seat at the barstools just as you turn around. Beautiful.

“Excuse me,” you tap the shoulder of one of the people next to the open seat. “Is this seat taken?” He shakes his head no, and you take that as your signal to sit.

You find yourself sandwiched between two young men, each immersed in their own studies. The one to your right, the one you had talked to briefly, appears to want no further interruptions, both earbuds in his ears. The one to your left never turned around to begin with, head down as he types away at his laptop. All you can make out are his broad shoulders in a brown leather jacket and a mop of strawberry blond hair. An interesting choice of hair color, but you weren’t one to judge. He’s nodding his head to some tune, and it’s only then you realize he has one earbud in. You wonder what kind of music a cute man like himself would listen to -

Get a hold of yourself, Y/N, you chastise yourself for showing sudden interest in a complete stranger. The day before your midterm at that - there was no space in your head for an unknown young man who was probably good looking, too - No! Focus. Flashcards. You fumble in your jacket pocket for your index cards.

Chemistry nomenclature, round fifty-six.

As you’re reviewing, you overhear the conversation proceeding next you with the cute guy and a girl. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” The familiar words make you think of mere moments before when you were asking the same thing.

“It isn’t, but… you can’t sit there.”

Huh?

“I’m sorry?” The girl seems to mirror your confusion.

“You can’t sit here. I’m sorry.”

“But someone else can?”

Your flashcards go ignored as you choose to eavesdrop on the full conversation. The man stalls, looking at the girl up and down. “... Yeah, maybe.”

Trying your best to not draw attention to yourself, you turn your head in slow, languid movements to look around. Was anyone else seeing this? Hearing this? Were you the next unsuspecting victim on an episode of What Would You Do? You were half expecting a game show host to step out and introduce himself at any moment. Y/N, you’ve just been Punk’d!

Unfortunately (or fortunately, you couldn’t decide which scenario was better), no game show host steps out from behind a curtain, and it sinks in that this guy wasn’t joking. He was intent on not letting this girl sit next to him.

“Look,” the girl runs a hand through her hair, a habit of frustration, maybe. “I really need a place to sit and work on things, and this seat is open. That, and it’s a public space. So if you’ll excuse me-”

The young man easily lifts his backpack from his chair with one hand and places it in the open seat. “There. It’s taken now. Sorry.”

The girl’s eyes widen, and you can only imagine what your face looks like right now. You’re in just as much shock as she is.

You scoff, and this time you don’t care if he hears. And he does: the stranger finally turns around in his seat to reveal an extremely attractive face. Chiseled jawline, deep brooding eyes, dimples even when he was scowling. You freeze and your breath hitches in your throat. It’s a shame he had to go and open his mouth.

“Excuse me,” you cut in sweetly, making a point to only make eye contact with the girl. “You can sit here. I’m about to leave.”

The girl’s eyes go wide at the addition of a third party. “Oh, no, you don’t have to! Thank you so much though.”

You shove your flashcards into your backpack and stand up from the seat. “No no, I insist, it’s fine. Besides, I didn’t want to sit there anymore.” Only then do you shoot a glare at the young man. “I couldn’t focus.”

Judging by the way the girl eyes the strawberry blond next to you, you think she doesn’t want to sit there anymore, either. Nevertheless, a seat was a seat. She thanks you profusely and you head out the doors and down the path to return to the dorms.

Naturally your mind drifts back to the stranger. Who was he to have so much pride as to deny a seat to someone he didn’t know? A seat that wasn’t his, either? The thought that people like him exist irks you.

He was so good-looking, too, your subconscious proceeds to remind you.

But alas, a jerk was a jerk, and at the end of the day you had far more important things to worry about than an indecent stranger whom you doubt you would see again. More important things such as -

Your phone rings with an alarm notifying you of your next scheduled event: Final Review B4 Exam! You sigh. Looks like it was back to the books (and flashcards) for you for the rest of the night.

It doesn’t hit you until you crash land into your desk chair: in your anger-fueled exit from the cafe, you had completely forgotten your barely touched vanilla latte sitting at the barstool counter. At this point you’re ready to tear your hair out at the roots. You’re five dollars and one fresh cup of caffeinated capitalism short for the night’s study session. You really hated it here.

If Megan were here, she would whip you into shape real fast, shouting at you that you’re a “Bad Bitch!” or some other expletive motivation that would comfort you. Except Megan isn’t here, attending some kind of club meeting, leaving you alone in the dorm. Another sigh escapes your lips and you tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling.

Maybe, just maybe, you needed to follow through on this whole “getting emotionally laid” thing.

The midterm you had so diligently studied for was a success. Inorganic Chemistry A5 didn’t know what was coming when you rolled up with your beloved flashcards - all successfully completed, mind you - ready to fight. Needless to say you were able to enter the weekend with no qualms. You now had much needed time to recuperate and as Megan had said before, to “take a break” (among other things you were not going to address anytime soon).

Some students recovered from the trauma of frequent exams via partying, deciding it was better to be under the influence in order to get over their academic standing. Some would meet up with their friends, maybe gossip about the latest episode of the hottest reality TV show. In your case, you decide to binge watch as many k-dramas as humanly possible. While you preferably do so in the comfort of your bed, tonight Megan has taken authoritative control over the dorm room. Meaning, she had a psychology midterm the following Monday and needed to be able to focus on nothing but the role of the amygdala without the OST of whatever drama you were watching in the background. You know for a fact if you were in the room minding your own business Megan would ultimately get distracted and join you in your k-drama marathon. Thus you are thrown to the streets with nothing but the clothes on your back and your belongings stuffed into your backpack.

You take extra care to avoid the puddles forming on the sidewalks, the result of on and off rain throughout the day. There are noticeably less people outside, and you have a feeling that any building you choose to house yourself in will be quite the opposite, likely packed with students.

After milling about campus for a few minutes, you finally settle down in the Student Community Center - a fancy name for yet another building on campus where students could lounge about and study slash socialize. As predicted, there are significantly more people crowded in the lobby area of the two-story building. Your boots squeak against the tiled floor as you make your way down an inconspicuous hallway. Tile turns to carpeting when you step into an almost empty study room. Only a handful of people are present in the room, scattered across the tables and couches. No one ever bothered to check the rooms at the very ends of the hallways - only those more dedicated to being unbothered ever made it that far - and you were grateful for this as you settled down at one of the open couches.

Hotel Del Luna is the show of choice for the evening, and you cuddle up to the armrest of the couch as you press Play. You had watched this one before, having been forced to do so with Jungkook at its release. Curse him and his admiration for IU - some of the ghost scenes kept you up at night the weeks after watching. You much preferred the more lighthearted slice-of-life k-dramas, but following your phone call with Jungkook you were drawn to the darker show. Call it nostalgia, call it an attempt to relive the happy memories of the past, call it denial of reality, whatever.

You’re two hours into your binge watch when you notice an unfamiliar presence at your side. A boy, and a breathtaking one at that. When he had joined you, you’re not sure, but you catch him glancing at your laptop screen every so often. He doesn’t stick out too much, black hair hidden beneath a black baseball cap and similarly monotone attire with a black hoodie that was definitely way too big for him. Yet no amount of nondescript clothing could cover up his impeccable bone structure. This man had a jawline and a nose bridge that were to die for, and although you haven’t made eye contact with the stranger you’re already feeling self-conscious. There’s no way in hell you’re initiating any sort of interaction with him.

But there’s no need to worry, because the stranger does it for you.

You’re on episode three when there’s a gasp from beside you. “Lee Jun-Ki!” You crane your neck to see the stranger leaning over to watch your laptop screen. The work in front of him - whatever that mess of hieroglyphs and symbols was - is completely forgotten as he scoots closer.

It’s not until you lean a bit away from him that he realizes his actions. “Oh, sorry. I kinda needed a break from studying or else I was gonna lose it.” His ears turn a bright pink as he explains himself. “Is it okay if I watch with you?”

“Uh…” Now that your full attention is on him, you give the stranger a proper glance-over. He was indeed studying, some sort of language of shapes and numbers that was foreign to you sprawled across his notebook in a variety of colors. Other than the all black attire (which was reasonable for college - wasn’t everyone attending their own funeral during exams season?), he didn’t look too shady… “Sure.”

“Sweet.” He extends a hand to you, pulling back the ginormous sleeve that threatens to hang over his fingers. “My name’s Jungwoo.”

You tentatively take his hand. “Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Are you a first year?”

You nod your head, and Jungwoo smiles. “Cool. Me too.” He moves back to his side of the couch, but quickly scoots back to sit directly beside you after he has shoved all of his work into his backpack. He settles beside you on the couch, slouching down similarly to you. “Alright, let’s do this.”

You crack a smile at the boy’s unabashed boldness. He immerses himself in the episode alongside you, clear adoration in his eyes whenever IU makes an appearance on screen. “You like IU, I take it?”

Jungwoo shakes his head. “Not half as much as one of my friends. He idolizes her. I just... look at her very respectfully.”

“Me too, actually,” you confess. “My friend forced me to watch with him. I usually watch happier things. My favorite is Weightlifting Fairy.”

Jungwoo’s eyes go wide. “I love Weightlifting Fairy!” His theatrical gasp attracts the attention of the few students nearby. This newfound information seems to make something click in Jungwoo’s head, because he wiggles all the more closer to you. “You’re quickly becoming my best friend, Y/N.”

“I’m a friend?”

“Duh. This was established when you didn’t run away from me in fear when I was quite literally looking over your shoulder. And that’s happened before with other people. Twice.” He seems to feel the need to add in the last few details, much to your amusement. “Now shush. Lemme admire IU in peace.”

That interaction with Jungwoo is only the first of many, many more. While you’re the type to keep to yourself and not approach others, Jungwoo was the opposite. You’re only a bit surprised when he yells out your name from across the street a few days later, sprinting towards you with unbridled excitement on his face. The last time someone was that happy to see you was when your dog greeted you after returning home for the holidays.

“Good morning, Y/N! Where you headed? I have Material Sciences in an hour. I got time, so I’ll walk with you wherever you’re going!”

Much like your first encounter, you agree with some hesitance. Jungwoo seemed to not have a bad bone in his body, no ill intentions whatsoever. It was refreshing to be in the presence of someone who wasn’t already jaded by the world.

As promised, Jungwoo walks with you to your destination, the coffeeshop, even waiting with you in the insufferably long line. You find out that Jungwoo is the same age as you, a Mechanical Engineering major, and is a part of some sort of club that allowed him to connect with upperclassmen of different majors but with similar interests.

“It’s called Nu Kappa Tau, everyone there’s really nice! I’ll bring you with me to the next social event.”

“Nu Kappa Tau?” You test out the syllables on your tongue. “Greek? Are you in... a fraternity?”

Your tone of voice insinuates something bad, and the way Jungwoo reacts quickly tells you he has a similar stance on the Greek life in college. That similar stance being that frat boys were vermin. “No, no no no no. It’s Greek, yes, but we are definitely not a fraternity. It’s more like… a social, cultural, and academic club?”

“Jungwoo. That’s exactly what a fraternity would say to make it seem like it’s not a fraternity.”

“Okay, but in this case we’re actually not a fraternity, I promise.” He tugs on your shirt sleeve and looks at you with pleading eyes. “You should come with me to the next event. It’ll be fun, and I’ll prove to you it’s not a fraternity. Please?”

You remain silent, eyes turning to the coffeshop’s menu. Even when your gaze is somewhere else you can sense the way Jungwoo is staring you down with those puppy dog eyes of his. This was what, the second time you were talking to him, and already he wanted to go to a social event with you? “I don’t know. You’re nice and all, but I’m not the type to warm up to people easily. I’ll have to hang out with you more first. No offense.”

Most people cower at your denials, retreat to more comfortable territory where there’s no fear of rejection. Jungwoo, however, beams at you. “None taken, Miss Y/N. You know why?” He pauses for dramatic effect, quirking an eyebrow in mischief. “Because that wasn’t a no.”

A few people in line crane their necks to peer at the two of you as a resonant smack rings out in the coffeeshop.

“Ow - Y/N - Ow!” Jungwoo rubs at his upper arm. You know you didn’t hit him hard enough to elicit this sort of dramatic reaction, but it’s what he deserves.

“You can’t use that logic, Jungwoo,” you scold, bag poised in the air ready for another attack. “The only means of consent is a yes. Say it with me. The only means of consent is a-”

“-Yes, yes, okay! I got it, I’m sorry. I sincerely apologize.”

Fast forward two weeks later, and you know Jungwoo a bit too well for your liking. Following your rejection of his offer, Jungwoo goes ahead and makes it a point to see you for at least an hour a day, weekends included, in order for you to “warm up to him.” Some days, it’s lunch shared in the cafeteria between classes. Other days it’s hours upon hours of studying together in the back of the library, you and Jungwoo taking shifts napping while the other crams for their classes.

He forces - “heavily insists” - you to share your location with him on your phones, so it’s of no surprise to you when he starts showing up outside of your lecture halls after class. It’s when he’s walking you back from your last class of the day that you find that he lives a floor above you in the same building. Of course.

Dare you say it, it’s easy having Jungwoo in your life. He walks with you everywhere, always initiates conversation, and eats as many meals as possible with you - or as many as Megan allows.

“Hey Y/N,” your roommate greets you with a warm smile which quickly turns into a steely glare when he acknowledges the young man standing by your side. “Ahem. Jungwoo.”

If Jungwoo was a legitimate candidate for your mission of “getting laid,” Megan would be ecstatic. However, you explain to her that Jungwoo is nothing more than a friend, and suddenly Megan thinks he’s out to take her spot as Y/N’s Best Friend (insert trademark emoji here).

“Megan, always a pleasure,” Jungwoo croons. If he’s perturbed by your roommate’s aloof greeting, he doesn’t show it, a smile growing on his face. Jungwoo turns to you. “See you at nine?”

You nod. “See you at nine. Bye.”

“Bye.” Jungwoo waves then walks down the hallway to the stairs. You wait until he’s out of sight to turn back to Megan, who has one eyebrow raised.

“What’s going on at nine?” She questions.

A defeated grin makes its way onto your lips. As much as you had been dreading what was to come, you couldn’t deny the excitement building up within you at the thought of something… new, for once in your life. “I’m going to my first party.”

Jungwoo, as promised, picks you up from your dorm room later that evening. He texts you an ominous message of i’m outside ur dorm lol for you to find him in the driver’s seat of a car far too expensive for any broke college student to own.

Hesitantly, you hop into the passenger seat and gingerly close the door. You’re not sure who he borrowed this from - or maybe it was a rental? - but you wanted to make sure you took no part in any damage fees he’d pay later. “I thought first years couldn’t have cars on campus.”

“I know. I’m a rule breaker, Y/N. I can’t be stopped… And maybe I borrowed it from a friend.”

Jungwoo insists on manning the aux, which you oblige to as you don’t trust your music taste to be liked by others. Something about the artist name Sergio Rachmaninov didn’t always hit well with the young folk these days. The queue starts up as he pulls out of the parking lot, a bass-boosted R&B song filling the expanse of the lush interior.

“I’m going to warn you, this music queue is all over the place.” All over the place is correct, because after the R&B song finishes a ballad comes on, followed promptly by the song “Good Time” by Owl City. It’s a good song, a tolerable one, but after the second run, and third run, and even a fourth run you can’t help but wonder if the queue is glitching.

“Jungwoo.” He grunts in response. “Did you mean to put this song on loop?”

He shrugs. “What can I say? It helps me focus.”

You’re really questioning the sanity of the man behind the wheel.

Four and a half plays of “Good Time” (or fifteen minutes) later, you and Jungwoo arrive at your destination.

You audibly gulp. “Jungwoo. You are so in a frat.”

“No I’m not!” The man whines. “I swear!”

You and Jungwoo must not be looking at the same house, because the one you’re looking at is nothing less than a mansion: two stories, covering a wide expanse of vivid green lawn, with pillars on either side of the double-door front entry. Windows line the top and bottom floors, and hedges line the cobblestone walkway in the front. It looks like something out of a Southern period drama with the Victorian, colonial style architecture.

“You sure?” You can’t break your gaze away from the three enormous Greek letters placed above the entryway. “‘Cause no normal house emblazons the symbols of their group name across the front like that.”

As soon as you step foot in the door, you regret your decision to come. “Kim, I think I left something in the car-”

You’re rudely interrupted by Jungwoo swinging an arm over your shoulder a bit too harshly.

“Relax,” he reassures you. “My friends don’t bite. Only I do that.” You’re given no time to question that statement before he leads you further into the house.

If there’s one thing you can count on with Jungwoo, it’s his ability to socialize. It seems he knows everyone in the house, proven to you by the way he either nods his head or does a handshake with every individual present. He leads you to the kitchen where two guys are conversing, one looking like an overgrown man child and the other looking like… well, an actual child.

“Hey, look who finally decided to show up,” the much taller boy croons. “And he brought a friend.”

“Johnny, this is Y/N. Y/N, Johnny. He’s in his fourth year.” You shake hands with Johnny, who grins at you. He seems nice, other than the fact that he continues to stare at you through the duration of the handshake. Perplexed, you refuse to break his gaze.

Johnny is the first to look away, turning immediately to Jungwoo. “Oh, I like her. No one has yet to win my staring contest this year, other than you, Y/N. Congratulations.”

You force a laugh. “Thanks?”

Jungwoo steers you to the second boy, this one noticeably shorter - or was he still tall? Anyone standing next to Johnny seemed to be dwarfed in his presence - with dyed blond hair. He has a cap over his head and circle glasses, and you can’t help but think he looks awfully young to be at a frat-but-not-really house party.

“And this is Mark. He’s a fellow first year, but he’s our baby.” Jungwoo coos the last word, making Mark huff. Lowering his voice to a stage whisper, Jungwoo explains, “He was born in 1999, so we have a good year on him.”

You click your tongue. Ah, that explains why he looks so young. You deem Mark to be far more approachable than Johnny and shake the young boy’s hand eagerly.

“Where’s Peaches?” Jungwoo asks Johnny. The older boy shrugs.

“I dunno. Not my problem.”

“Oh, I don’t think Jaehyun’s coming,” Mark cuts in. “Texted me saying something came up. Something about a paper due. Wait. Didn’t you take his car?” He points to Jungwoo, who shrugs with a look of Whoops, sorry on his face.

Johnny groans. “Oh, shoot. That’s right. We have a paper due tomorrow morning.” As quickly as the realization hits him, the worry is gone. “Eh. It’ll be fine.”

The three boys converse a bit longer, exchanging pleasantries and whatnot, before you and Jungwoo make your departure. The most that comes out of your mouth are feeble courtesy laughs and the occasional sarcastic quip to keep Jungwoo’s chaotic energy at bay. You wait until Jungwoo’s led you away to voice your thoughts. “What kind of name is Peaches?” You repeat.

“Right. One of the upperclassmen got the nickname because he smelled like them his first day of recruitment. Apparently he lives near a peach tree orchard or something. Therefore, he’s Peach Boy.”

You make a mental note of the phrase recruitment your friend uses. One day, you’ll compile a long enough list of evidence proving Nu Kappa Tau was a frat, and the word recruitment was one of them. “So what’s your nickname then?”

“Me? I’m not technically initiated yet,” - did this man use the word initiated? Yet another piece of evidence for the fraternity agenda - “but if I had to choose…” Jungwoo pauses and drums his fingers against his chin. “I’m Cheese Boy.”

You pause, letting his name sink in. The laughter bubbles up within you, threatening to spill out in a snort. It instead comes out as a strong exhale through your nose.

“Whatever, Cheese Boy,” you tease. “How much longer until I can go home?”

The next time you see the boys of Nu Kappa Tau is when Jungwoo drags you to yet another one of their events but a few days later. “This one’s right up your alley,” he insists. He also bribes you with the promise of buying your lunch, and the kabob food truck was on campus today, meaning you were eating well this afternoon. Making an appearance at his frat was but a small price to pay for your beloved meal of choice.

Jungwoo’s right - this event is up your alley, because you recognize the route he takes across campus. “The library?”

He nods. “NKT Study Hall.”

As you enter the building Jungwoo pulls you down an unfamiliar corridor then up a flight of stairs. An unspoken farewell is bid to your usual study spot by the second floor window as you continue up, up, up, until finally stopping at the fifth floor where no more stairs remain. You didn’t realize the library went up that high, and you probably frequented the building more than all of the boys combined - not that you knew any of the Kappa Tau boys yet.

Though they do look extremely threatening now that you’re standing in front of them.

Jungwoo brings you to stand in front of him. “Men and Mark Lee-” (“Hey!” Mark complains,) “-I introduce to you my partner in crime, Y/N.”

You give a feeble smile to the young men surrounding the table. You recognize a few of them from the party, Johnny and Mark being the only ones you can put a name to. The two wave to you and you feel a little more welcomed. Aside from the duo, everyone else is unfamiliar, giving you emotionless head nods and scowls.

“Y/N, you know Johnny and Mark, over there’s Lucas, and that’s Sicheng.” You nod at the two of them, who seem nice enough. The latter actually gives you a soft smile, so you consider that a win in your book. “And over at that table is Doyoung, Ten… You know what? I’ll just introduce you to everyone later. Have a seat.”

You trust your friend to guide you to the safest open seat, directly across from another empty chair at one end of the long table. Immediately you pull out your biology notebook and pens, hunkering down and getting to work without further notice. If you couldn’t feel welcomed by the boys at the table, you could at least get some decent studying done. You felt far more familiar with the speciation concepts in front of you than the actual human beings next to you. You allow your head to burrow itself closer to your notebook, dwelling in this small comfort in an environment of unfamiliarities.

The moment of peace doesn’t last long.

“Peaches!” Johnny’s bellowing voice makes you jump in your seat, your beloved biology notes neglected.

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” Huh. You’ve heard that voice before. You can’t place where you know it from, but it causes a sneer to form on your face. Glancing up from your notes you can’t help the strangled gasp that leaves your lips.

It’s him. You’d recognize that faded pink hair and smugly complacent upturn of lips anywhere. That, and he’s holding a coffee cup that violently catapults you back to the incident from a few weeks ago in the coffee shop. You left your perfectly good vanilla latte behind because he made you mad, that jerk.

“Oh, Jaehyun.” Jungwoo leads the man to the open seat across from you. Pointing to you, he says, “This is Peaches - I mean, Jaehyun. Jaehyun, this is-”

“-Y/N, right?” Jaehyun interrupts with a grin. You lower your eyes at the dimple that forms when he smiles. “I believe we’ve met before.”

Jungwoo looks from your displeased state to Jaehyun’s smug smirk. “Uh, okay. Cool. Well then. I’m gonna go ahead and grab lunch, I’ll be right back.” You watch as Jungwoo beckons Johnny and Mark to join him, the only three familiar faces present at the table now leaving.

Jaehyun leans back in his chair, arms moving to rest behind his head. “Looks like it’s just the two of us.”

You weigh your options. You could recognize that the two of you have indeed met before, and try to get past your differences. Or, you could refuse to acknowledge Jaehyun’s presence a mere few feet across from you at the table and try your best to study until Jungwoo returned with your food, at which point you would then flee the scene as fast as your non-athlete self could. Only one of these outcomes enticed you, and it wasn’t the one that involved talking.

“So, Y/N,” Jaehyun leans forward. The width of the table is enough to keep him at a safe distance from you, yet he’s still close enough to invade your personal space somehow. It’s suffocating, how whatever musky cologne he’s wearing wafts over to you - he smells nothing like peaches. “How’s your day been?”

“Fine.” You keep your eyes glued to your biology notes. Allopatric Speciation occurs when two populations of the same species become isolated from one another due to-

“Aw, just fine? That’s it?” His voice is low. With Jungwoo, Johnny, and Mark out getting food, you’ve been isolated at one end of the table with Jaehyun. Lucas and Sicheng are present as well, but both seem to be deeply immersed in their own studies. It’s just the two of you.

“Yep.” Allopatric Speciation occurs when two populations of the same species-

“C’mon, I’m sure someone like you has had at least one interesting thing happen today.”

Allopatric Speciation occurs when - Someone like you? What was that supposed to mean? You sigh, but refuse to look up from your notes. Allopatric Speciation-

“Are you a first year? I took that class last year. If you ever want notes or something-” Jaehyun jumps a little when you slam the notebook shut. Good. Serves him right.

“I don’t like you, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun tilts his head, a smirk tugging at the end of his lips. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know enough.”

He leans in by resting his forearms on the table, leveling his gaze with yours. “I don’t think you do.”

“You know what I think? I think you’re distracting me.”

Jungwoo comes back at the most opportune time, wielding a kabob skewer in each hand - one untouched and the other halfway eaten. “One chicken kabob for Y/N.”

Deeming the conversation with Jaehyun at its end, you stand up from your seat and grab your backpack from the table. Jaehyun fixes you with an intense gaze but remains silent. Whether he was sizing you up or not you didn’t care.

The tension is palpable at the table, and Jungwoo clears his throat. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No,” you respond quickly. Grabbing your food from Jungwoo, you give him an apologetic smile. “Something came up. I gotta go. Sorry, Kim. See you tomorrow?”

You despise this man. You don’t even know Jaehyun - he is nothing but a familiar stranger - but you despise him. Him and his ethereal appearance. Why were the terrible ones always the ones blessed with above average looks? Why’d he have to open his mouth?

“Wait.” You do not, in fact, wait, but instead continue marching forward. It’s not until the figure stands right in front of you do you stop. It’s Jaehyun. Holding your biology notebook in the air. “Don’t want to leave anything behind. Like last time, right?”

The last few words out of his mouth have your blood boiling and your fists clenching at your sides. That explained the foreign lightness of the bag on your shoulder.

“Oh, right, the vanilla latte.” You fake a cordial laugh. “You mean the time I was so desperate to get away from your insufferable presence that I left behind a perfectly good coffee? The time when you treated that girl as if she wasn’t a human being? That time you couldn’t be a decent enough human being that you were that disrespectful to someone you didn’t even know?”

Jaehyun stands before you with an astonished smile and a hand frozen in the air. You pluck the notebook out of his grasp and stride away before he has a chance to respond.

“I’ll see you around, Y/N,” Jaehyun calls.

“I’ll see you around my ass,” you mutter under your breath. You’re willing to go out of your way to avoid interactions with Jaehyun, no matter what it takes.

a/n 2: hope you enjoyed part one of this series! it’s been a while since i last posted a fic on here so i apologize for my rusty writing skills. part 2 is projected to be posted in one week from now, but that’s tentative. we’ll see where life takes me and if i have the capacity to post in a week from now. in the meantime: stay safe! 💕

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merakiui · 4 years ago

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Hi again Meraki ^^ can I request first date hcs with Jamie, Theo, Kati, and Nine? :3

(Hi there! Please forgive me. orz The wait time shouldn’t have been this long. But I hope you’ll enjoy these hcs nonetheless! ^^ They were a lot of fun to write!)

First Date HCs (Jamie, Theo, Kati, and Nine)

🐴 Jamie 🐴

He’s unfamiliar with the concept of first dates. Having grown up on a farm, there weren’t many romantic areas nearby—unless you count the chicken coop as a wild ride. (Which it technically is. It’s extremely messy, but Jamie knows how to get the job done.) Still, a date isn’t something he encounters on a daily basis.

Adjusting to the ways of the city folk have definitely been a challenge for him. Milk that’s not taken straight from the udder of a cow or eggs that aren’t freshly plucked from the nest of a hen. It’s so foreign to him.

On the farm, he knew where everything was. His sense of direction was impeccable. But now, faced with bustling streets filled with busy people, Jamie feels lost.

That’s why he thinks horse riding is a perfect candidate for a first date. It’s better than cleaning a coop with your partner, that’s for sure, and it ensures enough privacy for both him and you to chat about whatever you’d like.

He doesn’t have any need to feel nervous or flustered because he’s ridden horses plenty of times.

Jamie takes you to an area where horse riding is allowed, paying whatever fee may be necessary for an allotted time. It’s exciting, and he can’t wait to relive more of his hobby with the person he’s interested in.

He’ll help you get on your horse if you need it. If not, he’s pleased to watch as you climb on yourself, sitting on the saddle with both legs on either side.

Jamie explains everything you need to know about controlling the horse’s pace, not leaving a single detail out. He even demonstrates on his own horse, allowing you to see how skilled he is.

But Jamie’s intent isn’t to brag. It’s to ensure your safety and enjoyment. After all, he doesn’t want to risk messing up an already perfect day.

If you’re uncertain or worried, Jamie will console you, offering to have you sit behind him on his horse while he takes you through the open pastures.

Once everything’s settled and you’re confident, the two of you will ride your horses side by side, savoring the moment and each other’s company.

You’ll talk about all sorts of things as the horses gallop steadily along the grassy ground.

Jamie finds himself falling more in love with you as he listens to you recalling silly stories about yourself.

Everything goes exceptionally well, with Jamie even asking if you’d want to visit the farm someday.

You’re so enthusiastic about getting to know more about his life and hobbies, so you agree, and Jamie smiles. He’s equal parts elated and relieved. He’s heard enough stories about how first dates can end in disaster.

Thankfully, this isn’t the case.

He’ll definitely invite you to horse ride with him in the future, and you might end up growing used to the wind rushing through your clothes and hair as you and him ride your horses farther into the distance.

“Guess we’ll be sowin’ our own wild oats from now on.”

Jamie hopes the relationship will be long-lasting and fruitful, as he can’t imagine a life without you.

🎹 Theo 🎹

Theo doesn’t have an exact preference when it comes to dates. He’s happy as long as he gets to spend time with the one he loves most.

But if it were up to him to choose where you’ll have your first date, he’d like to spend the day with you at a library. Just something casual while he gets to know you better.

A library, in his opinion, is the best way to converse with your partner. In doing so, you’ll learn what genres they’re interested in and which authors are their favorite. It’s also fun to witness your lover light up when they explain their literary interests.

Theo also enjoys the calming atmosphere of a library, where the two of you can sit together and whisper about character arcs and subplots.

He’ll definitely take you to a café afterwards, allowing you to get any pastry and drink of your choosing. In such a setting, it’s easy to make conversation about food and hobbies. He even tells you about his passion for baking.

Theo will spend the entire day with you. Maybe he’ll take you for a walk in the park after your café excursion so that the two of you can continue your idle chatter. He just wants the moment to last forever as everything you say makes him like you even more.

He might not do anything too fancy for your first date, which is why he prefers to remain local. After all, he doesn’t want to go overboard and drive you away.

But once the relationship develops, he’ll definitely take you wherever you want.

Before your first date, Theo actually had so many plans in his head and on paper. He made a list of possible places, constantly crossing them out because he was certain you wouldn’t like them.

During your walk in the park, the two of you stumble upon someone who was playing the piano.

The both of you are drawn to it instantly, listening to the way the pianist elegantly plays a sensual tune.

When you bring up how good they sound, Theo feels inclined to mention that he’d like to play for you one day.

Why wait for that day to come when he can just do that now? You manage to convince the pianist to let Theo have a go at the keys, who is surprisingly more than happy to oblige.

Theo tries to get out of it at first, a tad shy to play for you so suddenly. A million thoughts race through his mind. What if they don’t like it? What if I make a mistake? It has to be absolutely perfect. What if—

Your smiling expression eases his worries. It’s such an encouraging sight, and it convinces Theo to do his best.

So he plays a random tune, not exactly sure how it should sound because you’re watching. Should it be slow and romantic? Fast and upbeat? He just plays from the heart.

He’s so focused on pleasing you that he doesn’t seem to hear how melodious it sounds. His playing manages to surprise the pianist, and it even draws in a few passersby.

By the time he’s done, you’re clapping and exclaiming so much praise that his cheeks flush.

Theo feels a hundred times lighter, and your compliments make him realize that you’re such a sweet person. As the saying goes, it’s a match made in heaven.

🍎 Kati ��

Kati checks his daily horoscope for nearly everything. He needs answers to some of his burning questions! Will a Taurus such as himself get along with Noah, a Gemini, or will it be another turbulent day?

He wonders whether or not your star sign is compatible with his. It must be if you’re allowing him to choose the location of your first date.

Now Kati knows a first date can either make or break a relationship before it even blossoms, so he wants to make sure his partner will have as much fun as possible. For someone as energetic as himself, the amusement park is definitely the best place for a first date.

It may be cliché, but Kati would rather do something fun and exciting. First dates can’t be boring, and he doesn’t want to mess up his chances.

So the amusement park it is!

To be fair, any place that offers endless hours of joy without seeming mundane is a good first date option. Kati can imagine many places: the arcade, a water park, and even a circus performance!

When the two of you get to the amusement park, Kati’s like an awestruck child, racing from here to there in search of cotton candy and which ride to go on first.

If you’re nervous about rollercoasters, he’s prone to whining in hopes that he’ll be able to drag you on the ride. But he’ll understand if you seem truly terrified. In that case, it’s off to stock up on sweets and to win prizes from the games.

You might have to hold him back from biting anyone when he doesn’t win, though...

If you don’t mind the dizzying speeds and the stomach-churning drops of most coasters, then be prepared to go on as many as possible. Kati will quite literally pull you in the direction of the scariest ride he sees, which only get more intense with each one you conquer.

You’ll have to take a break at some point, to which Kati fusses over how boring that is. Once you’re finished with your coveted ten minutes of rest, it’s off to the next huge ride.

He can’t stand waiting in those lines, so it’s best to get the passes that let you cut others in line. As the two of you advance past exhausted, sweaty strangers, Kati’s grinning and teasing them about how he’s going to be the first one on the ride.

A day with Kati, especially one spent as a first date, is an entire rollercoaster in itself. You’ll be so tired by the time the moon’s in the sky, and Kati will still have boundless energy.

He’s relieved at how smooth the date is going. If he checked his horoscope before, which he definitely did, he’ll chalk the luck up to his great fortune. If it were unlucky, that would be another story...

But everything’s great so there’s nothing to worry about!

At the end of the date, Kati’s hoping you’ll want to spend more time with him. After such a great day, who wouldn’t want to stick around?

He’s so happy that you’re such a compatible match. Star signs or not, it must be a stroke of fate!

Your next dates are going to be filled with so much chaotic fun, so get ready for a tiring, yet incredibly exciting relationship.

Kati’s definitely considering competitive tag as a date option and there’s nothing you can do to stop him.

🎼 Nine 🎼

Nine would rather not experience any sort of date at all, which is why he’s incredibly hesitant to even consider going through with this.

But he doesn’t want to upset you, nor does he want to ruin the relationship he’s already built up with you. Besides, dates are ways for couples to become closer, right? If anything, it’ll help him get to know you better, and it’s a perfect way for him to work on his one-on-one skills.

Nine doesn’t want to do anything too extravagant. He’d prefer something modest and tranquil, where it’s just you and him.

So he suggests something gentle like stargazing. Looking up at the stars is good for inspiration, and it might even help him clear his head. On top of that, he can come up with new ideas for his compositions!

For Nine, stargazing is also nice because it’s isolated and calm, which is wonderful for someone who spends most of his time alone.

The two of you check the forecasts religiously, awaiting the day when the weatherman explains that the night will be clear and starry.

When that night comes, you and Nine drive out to the nearest open area. Whether it’s the sandy shore of a beach or an endless grassy field, you make sure everything’s perfect for your first date.

Nine sets up the telescope with ease, and you have an astronomy guidebook in your hands, which has been flipped open to the table of contents so that you can locate a certain constellation.

Blankets have been laid out for comfort and warmth, and snacks have been packed in case you get peckish.

For a first date, it’s awfully quiet, which isn’t exactly a bad thing. Nine only talks when he feels it’s necessary, or when he’s directly addressed, so as long as you can put up with the silence it’ll be a lovely night.

If you’re getting tired, Nine might just allow you to lean against him. It’s a pleasant evening, and you deserve maximum comfort. Besides, he’s in a good mood and you’re his partner, so he doesn’t mind.

He won’t say it outright, but Nine secretly enjoys spending his time with you. You’re just so refreshing to be around, and you understand him. You’re very special to Nine, who gives you many privileges when it comes to stuff he normally doesn’t let others say or do.

Nine’s actually glad he agreed to this first date. Despite his initial hesitation, he’s having a grand time searching for stars and constellations against the inky backdrop of outer space.

If you’re into conspiracy theories, you could have a light debate over the existence of aliens. Though Nine doesn’t contribute much. He’ll just smile as you enthusiastically point up at the sky, telling him that somewhere in the distant blackness of space there exists a civilization of aliens.

Under the moonlight, Nine looks ethereal. How can one man be so elegant and perfect? Maybe he’s one of the aliens from Mars... (Spoiler, he’s not.)

Because Nine sees you as more than a friend, you’re allowed to call him pretty. As long as your praise isn’t overdone.

Yet despite the peace, there’s a lingering emotion in Nine’s deep blue eyes. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s definitely something akin to melancholy.

You let your voice go anyways, not having considered why Nine suddenly seems to be brooding. “You’re not alone, you know. I’ll always be here for you, as your friend and as your partner. You can count on it.”

Nine, who is so accustomed to crushing loneliness and is against forming any type of bond with those around him, is pleasantly surprised. In moments such as this one, you really do shine brighter than the twinkling constellations in the sky. It might be sentimental, but you’re his favorite star.

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shoryubug · 5 years ago

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Charlatans: Chapter 1: Imitation is the Sincerest Form of Flattery

As most of you already knew, I was updating the intro to this story to clear up some stuff...and because I wanted to just...get some information set up, since I really didn’t like the thoughts going on that Adrien might be an idiot, and that Marinette would leave without informing Chat Noir about what was going on. The two of them respect each other, and she treats him as a partner, a friend, and an equal. On top of that, some Gina sugar, before getting to the Lila and Mallory salt! Which while mild, is going to culminate itself in the next chapter. I hope you guys like this redo, and that you like the ideas for the trip I’d set up for Gina and Marinette! Also once again, the original idea of a fake ladybug au was never mine to start with, I’ve seen it done over and over again by various people my personal favorite one being Checking Sources but if anyone knows who originally came up with the idea, please let me know, I genuinely do want to give them credit for the idea! Also for the most part, everything after Marinette getting back home is kind of the same, for the most part, save for the conversation with Tikki when Tikki makes her go to sleep.

It had come out of nowhere when Gina had decided to visit, and pull Marinette out of school, leaving the poor girl without any notice and without any ability to contact her friends about what had happened, instead just her parents had known, as it was a surprise for her after all, Tuesday night Gina came like the whisper of a breeze before a storm, powerful and fresh, but pushing all the right buttons to make a person comfortable and happy, and Marinette couldn’t deny it, being around her Nonna made her happy, so to go out and traverse Brussels, Vianden, and Milan, then come back home to Paris had seemed like a dream come true in a way. While Marinette knew she wouldn’t be able to spend as much time as she might have preferred with Gina, the small bit that she was being allotted for this trip was more than enough for her. Sending Marinette and Gina up to rest together for their early day, getting up at around the same time that Tom was to begin prep work for the bakery just to ensure that they’d make their seats on the train at Gard Nour station in order to reach Brussels effectively, Marinette let out a sigh of joy.

Of course, her parents had been more than certain to pack up her clothing for this surprise, gathering as much as they could for her in a duffel bag, though now, they had no idea of the actual true necessities, a satellite phone that she’d been slowly paying off in order to keep in touch with the world about what was going on in France from nearly anywhere else in the world, all in preparation since her fourteenth birthday when Gina had made her the promise about taking her away for some time, and the horse miraculous glasses, which lay hidden inside the gramophone that Wang Fu had left to her after he passed the title of Guardian over to her. Softly she pressed in the combination to open the device, and with a nimble quickness her fingers softly opened each compartment until she found the correct one and pulled out the glasses, setting them in center of the neck hole in her shirt, ready to use should the time call for it, though now only appearing to be a cute accessory to anyone that asked.

“I hope that I can actually have some fun on this trip, you know, without the usual Ladybug worries...” Marinette whispered to Tikki who zoomed out of her purse and nuzzled up to Marinette’s cheek.

“I think you don’t have too much to worry about! After all, Hawkmoth has been a little slow lately, so maybe you’ll be okay!” Tikki offered as Marinette sighed.

“Should I give Chat the number to my satellite phone in case anything goes wrong, or should I just keep updates from the Ladyblog and just let him know I’ll be gone for a bit?” Marinette asked as Tikki held a small hand up to her own face and gave it a small bit of thought, the anxiousness creeping through Marinette’s features.

“You should definitely let him know you’ll be gone, but if you want to keep your identity safe, don’t tell him about the satellite phone, just tell him you’ll be keeping updated with the Ladyblog! He might be able to help you get information from there faster in case Alya is slow to update!” Tikki offered as Marinette nodded, calling on the transformation magic then ducking into her closet, in case her parents had chosen that moment to pop their heads in. Pulling her yo-yo out she set up the call feature and was sent straight to his voicemail, which...made sense, especially if he wasn’t exactly active at that moment.

“Hey Chat! I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be going to be out of Paris for a while---” she began before she realized that if he had known her as Marinette...which he seemed to already, then that might complicate things from her own absence...especially if he was going to go to Alya at all to get her to update the Ladyblog in a timely manner. “Uhh...my family wanted to visit Lyon and I’ll be out of school and I can’t exactly avoid going with them, but if there are any problems here in Paris I’ll come in with the horse miraculous, so no need to worry about me! But I will be keeping tabs on the state of things from the notices on the Ladyblog, so as long as there’s a notice on there I’ll make an appearance!” she offered, before closing the yo-yo, hanging up the call, then detransforming. “We should get some rest Tikki...” Marinette offered as Tikki nodded in approval, letting loose a small yawn.

The trip with Gina had been more than Marinette had ever expected, getting to visit the Cathedrale St-Michel was amazing, the architecture of it alone was just so fascinating, and for all of her life Marinette had only really had interests in fashion due to Gina, she had never thought to look into buildings, but now it was as if an entire new world was opening up to her, giving her more room to explore, but then going off to the Place Royale had given her the same level of attraction and affection toward this new field of wonder, the various shapes, the way everything was held together, how something so historic could still hold so much presence in the lives of so many people, and how it alone could bring in people like her and Gina to envision and experience from it...it was like a fascinating and beautiful new avenue, and suddenly she was lit with excitement from every which way...and this was just the first part of the first day!

The Belgian Royal Museum of Fine Arts was another avenue that gave Marinette a lot of inspiration, Gina following after her, a bit bored herself with the idea of a museum, though Marinette had all but ran through the area, her sketchbook in hand, sketching up a storm as she gazed longingly at each and every painting in the museum, her mind fluttering about. The only problem with all of it was that she had yearned to take photos with her normal phone, but knowing the roaming charges would be astronomical, she opted against it, and when Gina had remained too far behind, Marinette had taken a moment to give Tikki a small treat inside her purse, and allowed for Tikki to come out for a brief second to view her sketchbook and the painting she stood in front of, sharing a soft moment with her wonderful companion. Soon after though, due to Gina’s boredom, the pair had left to the Atomium to take many goofy photos together and get some lunch, ending the tour of Brussels at the Mont des Arts, before Gina rented a motorcycle and Marinette had stuffed the horse miraculous in her purse, practically chaining it across her front, as they rode the next three hours out to Luxembourg.

Finding a hotel for the night, Marinette had been certain to check up on the Ladybug one more time, having absently checked it moments throughout the day as if it were second nature, still coming up with nothing she was overjoyed to find just that...there was nothing. Another day when Hawkmoth wasn’t going to make an appearance.

The few days of exploring with Gina were absolutely wonderful, doing a tree climbing course in Vianden and proving to Gina that she was fitter than she might seem (though that was entirely thanks to her job as Ladybug!), going on the chairlift and looking down at the town below, visiting the bronze bust of Victor Hugo and taking photos with it, then visiting the Chateau de Vianden to close that day out...it was almost surreal, she couldn’t believe how small the world looked from above in the chairlift. She’d been in planes a few times before in her past, but to actually watch as something gets smaller below her without the benefit of her Ladybug suit was strange and exhilarating, and then to outdo her grandmother while climbing the trees was something else in itself. Gina had attributed it to all of her energy, but she and Tikki both knew better as they joked while they waited for the others in the tree climbing course to meet her up above. And throughout that day she also continued to check in on everything gradually, though before they had left the Chateau de Vianden and had taken a plane out to Milan, she had checked again, still coming up empty from the Ladyblog.

The day in Milan had been strange...it dragged on for Marinette, she didn’t really like the city, because it had been too stuffy, there were too many religious things to visit, and she just wasn’t all that interested, but she stuck it out for Gina, as Gina had done for her back in Brussels, and eventually the two had gone to have lunch together, both agreeing that after visiting the Opera at Teatro alla Scala, they would make their way back to Paris, and then spend whatever time was left getting ice cream and cooling down with the rest of the family.

When they had finally taken a plane back home to Paris and the two of them had gotten to the bakery, Sabine handed Marinette a packet of homework, with a note on it from Alya, which simply said “CHECK YOUR MESSAGES GIRL!” and Marinette waited on it, while she wanted to give her friend some attention, she was more interested in spending some more time with Gina and her parents, going off to have dinner with them, and when she was finally ready to get upstairs, she turned her satellite phone off, turned her normal phone on, put the horse miraculous away, and then went to check her phone for the messages Alya wanted her to read, and it was as if everything in the world had come to a screeching halt the moment that she read a single text from Alya.

>>>GIRL, YOU WON'T BELIEVE IT, LADYBUG IS A CONFIRMED STUDENT HERE IN OUR CLASS!

She felt her heart contract, no...no they couldn't be close to finding her identity. No. This wasn't possible, she was so careful!

As the panic set in she couldn't bring herself to respond to Alya. "Tikki...we might have a problem, Alya said someone in our class is Ladybug..." she whispered.

"What?!" Tikki's high-pitched squeal painted her ears.

"I don't...I don't know how this could have happened!" she whispered.

"Well...if Alya didn't say anything about Ladybug being you, maybe they don't really know yet!" Tikki pointed out and finally Marinette was able to breathe in relief, her heartbeat finally slowing to a more steady pace.

"Y-you're right! I shouldn't worry! I should go to bed...tomorrow we can figure this out!" she whispered as Tikki flew to her pillow and Marinette curled up in the bed herself. All that she had hoped was that whatever was going on, Chat hadn't heard about it...but that was wishful thinking, wasn't it? She had been absent from the city for a few days, which means that whatever Alya had said was probably on the Ladyblog...OH MY GOD IT WAS PROBABLY ON THE LADYBLOG! She thought, reaching for her phone she began to scroll upward before Tikki flew through it and huffed, glaring Marinette in the face.

"It's time to sleep!" Tikki stated as Marinette sighed.

"I know but I just thought we should check the Ladyblog in case Alya posted something on it!" Marinette rationalized.

"No! You can worry about it tomorrow! Besides, you've been checking the Ladyblog all week on the trip, and right now you need a clear and level head so sleep!" Tikki insisted, and with hesitation, Marinette relented.

For once, she hadn't slept through her alarm, and rolled off of her bed, rushing through her morning routine, and zipping off to school after she had finished. She had a lot of time to spare, which was a surprise, but as she made her way through the school doors and into her class, where she found Alya sitting, her best friend's eyes went wide for a minute before getting back to normal, as if a realization washed over her for a moment then faded.

"Hey, Alya! So what was with your text? I would have responded sooner but as soon as I got home I was just exhausted and kind of passed out, and this morning I forgot to respond! I'm so sorry!" she apologized before Alya's eyes perked up again.

"You are NOT going to believe the scoop I got for you! There's this new girl in our class, Mallory, and she's Ladybug! She even has the Ladybug earrings and looks EXACTLY like her!" Alya whispered. "She even knows stuff about the Miraculous that only Ladybug would know!" she whispered, which deflated Marinette's mood. Well...at least...it wasn't that her identity was outed.

"Oh...I mean...are you sure she's really Ladybug? It...seems a little too good to be true..." Marinette offered, which Alya rolled her eyes at.

"Are you going to get upset at this girl like you do at Lila because she's also spending time with Adrien?" Alya asked with a huff, and Marinette rolled her eyes. Of course, it always came down to jealousy, even if she didn't actually know that this Mallory girl was interested in Adrien.

"Alya...I don't know anything about this girl...I've been gone a few days, remember? Besides, if Ladybug is adamant about identities being a secret then why would she tell you before she told Chat Noir?" she offered, which Alya again huffed at.

"She didn't just tell me, she told the whole class!"

"Well then that makes it even less likely that she's actually Ladybug, don't you think?" Marinette stated flatly before a girl who could almost be her double walked up the aisle and let out an angry huff.

"You must be the girl Lila told me about, Marinette, right? Well you don't have to believe that I'm Ladybug, but you should at least not try to drag me into your drama!" she snapped as Marinette rolled her eyes.

"Then you shouldn't lie to the class about something so serious." Marinette countered as the girl scoffed and stomped up the stairs to her seat in the back. Whoever that girl was, she definitely wasn't even a good replica of Ladybug, all she had were similar looks to Marinette's own, nothing more, she clearly couldn’t replicate the way that she carried herself as Ladybug, she stood too straight and poised, and even as Ladybug that was something that Marinette struggled with, and if anyone actually believed that Mallory was Ladybug then they really were blind.

@sofmimis @tinyterror333 @xmenlov @calicokitkat @galaxykrystal123 @yin-390 @littleacecutie @draw-me-some-stories @im-a-useless-and-shitty-blob @wild-lady-luck @siamxshade @lenamau @justafanwarrior @random-posts-and-stuff @gwennex @thezestywalru

#ml salt #ml fic #lila salt #alya salt #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #mlb fanfic #mlb fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfic #ml charlatans

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girlbossblackbeard · 4 years ago

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Oh, please. It could not be more obvious that Dean is going to save Cas from the Empty, return his love and they'll live happily ever after. There is zero chance Cas is permadead. The idea that this storyline is "homophobic" is a symptom of tumblr brain rot. I eagerly await all the crow you'll be eating in two weeks... though even when they're LHEA, I'm sure you'll find something to complain about. Gotta get those aggrieved victim woke points somewhere. As a queer woman tumblr is the worst.

Dang dude you sound really upset. Not sure if you're lashing out because you're worried or if that's just your personality but I'll try to give a better explanation of my thoughts to you and everyone reading this who have the same thoughts as you:

(Putting this under a read more bc this reply is long and for my potential spoiler-y thoughts for the last two eps)

1) I feel like I should clarify that I am, in fact, a destiel shipper and want to see them fully canonized. I'm fully caught up with the show too, not just a jaded ex-fan who left the show years ago and hasn't seen a new episode since.

2) If I recall correctly, none of the posts I made implied that Cas was permadead. The fact of the matter is that the audience has had to continually watch queer character after queer character die on the show, and it hurts every time. When a show like SPN fucks around with death so much, it's hard for fans to reliably have hope that a character will return. Look at Ellen and Jo, they died ages ago and their deaths stuck. It's lucky we got Charlie back (sorta) only to lose her again. While I don't think Charlie or Cas's deaths are permanent, it hurts to have to watch them die over and over again. And yes, it is homophobic to habitually kill off queer characters and also set up a scene where a queer character's love confession gets them sent to a bad place. However, I'm not going to shame anyone who found joy in that scene! It's great that people are able to find happiness with it. It does get upsetting when non-fans of the show feel like they're high and mighty because they don't watch it and actively make fun of people who do. I choose to find joy in all the memes that were created because of that scene.

3) this is where potential spoilers come in: unless something major has changed, I wouldn't expect Dean himself to rescue anyone from the empty. I'd wager a guess that God/people having disappeared is his #1 priority right now since Death is gone and there's not a lot of time to devote to that kind of mission. I could be totally wrong (and if I am, I'll be overjoyed by it!) but THIS is why I'm begging everyone to lower their expectations. That goes for people hoping there's an explicit "I love you" reciprocation on Dean's end too. There's very little time to tie up all these different plot lines in a satisfying little bow. Important shit will probably have to happen off screen too in order for everything to fit into the allotted time they have. We also have to keep in mind who wrote the next ep (bucklemming i believe, who have never given a shit about castiel) and have reasonable expectations about what Jensen would allow for his character, as well as the show runners and the network. There's a bajillion moving parts when it comes to making a show and you'll find that there are a lot more roadblocks than you'd expect. Not to mention how COVID fully fucked up production and shooting. I don’t know the exact legal residency/work visa situation with the cast, but when Canada shut its borders due to COVID that threw a HUGE wrench in the ability of the actors to actually go into the country and film their scenes. I’m just not sure how much Cas we’ll be getting to see in the next two eps because of that.

The only reason I've been saying all this and kinda bringing the party down is because I don't want to see fellow fans of the show get absolutely crushed when things don't pan out how they were expecting it to. It's much safer to lower your expectations and be overjoyed when things actually DO turn out how you wanted it to than to be overly optimistic and feel a crushing weight on your shoulders when things DON'T turn out how you want it to. I'm genuinely worried people are going to feel a lot of pain surrounding DeanCas because they're putting too much faith in the writers.

Anyway the other parts of your ask about eagerly awaiting me eating crow (which, again, if I'm wrong about everything above and we DO get a love confession from Dean? I'll have no problem whatsoever doing that! It's what I've been wanting since s4!) and the part about victim woke points or whatever are kinda weird and overly aggressive. If tumblr is the worst for you, there are plenty of other platforms that you might enjoy! The kind of energy you're bringing to this ask makes me think you'd have a great time on Twitter :)

#destiel #spn spoilers #spn #ask #ON THE BRIGHT SIDE BIDEN WON!!!

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lantern-hill · 5 years ago

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things i learned and thoughts I thought in january

bubble tea shops use white tea and you can get a similar taste to it by adding two teaspoons of sugar and a shot of milk to white tea

the difference between plaid and checkered

how to tuck shirts into pants

how to tuck cardigans into pants

how to make a bomb-ass salad

what fruits and vegetables are seasonal where I live

Willow Smith’s music is bomb

how to poach eggs (in theory)

Use three pots of water when water-colour painting so you rinse off warm and cool colours in different pots and make it easier to avoid getting muddy colours

ink looks really cool when it gets on your hands and gets in the little cracks and crevices in your skin

nothing will make you feel more Dark Academia than ink-stained fingers from loading up your fountain pen

more relaxing yt channels: JunsKitchen, Rachel And Jun, Jun Yoshizuki, 서담SEODAM, y.na.homecafe

the mens section of thrift stores >>>>>> the women's section

Jenna Marbles *chefs kiss*

“Hunting Warhead” is a sad and dark but very entertaining and interesting podcast about child abuse and the dark web

“Let’s Not Meet” is a true horror podcast that gives me my horror junkie fix without the crippling terror bc everyone in the stories makes it out alive (since they lived to tell the tale.) I could never watch horror movies, even though I love horror, because I hated that there was no escape.

(except The Turn Of The Screw with Michelle Dockery. might not be v. highbrow but its a fun, psychologically horrific time)

서담SEODAM’s tangerine jelly recipe video is the most satisfying thing I have ever watched/heard

a bubble tea place near my house with the cheapest tea around (3$ for original milk w/ bubbles) has another branch run by a ytber who vlogs it

get 👏 off 👏 your 👏 phone 👏 or 👏 computer

a part of all you do is yours to keep to yourself and treasure. As fun as it is to share things about yourself there is real joy in knowing you have a life that exists completely separately of others.

apply for every job, you lose nothing

Walmart sells notebooks that are literally just black blank books with relatively thick paper. Great for feeling dark academia. Also Ichiban Living sells very simplistic muji-style brown paperback ntotebooks

Google Sheets has a great Monthly Budget template that if filled out properly automatically calculates how much you saved that month and the % increase in your total savings. (you’re probably selling your soul to google by using it tho fair warning)

If you whisk milk really fast or blend it a little before pouring it into your coffee, you get a latte-like effect.

If you put whipped cream on your coffee and then lightly sprinkle it with sugar, the sugar will sit on top of the cream and when you drink you’ll be drinking coffee through a filter of whipped cream and sugar. *chefs kiss* delicious

i have really nice coworkers

Dividing up all the material you have to review for the exam between the days leading up to the exam and then doing the allotted review every day is v. effective

simplistic bullet journalling works SO MUCH BETTER (for me) than complicated stuff

get 👏 out 👏 of 👏 the 👏 house 👏 and 👏 go 👏 exploring

places to go for introverts who should really start exploring a bit more: the library, a library farther away than your local library, the nicest library in your neighbourhood/city, cafe crawl (pick 6-10 local cafes and just explore them. Take pictures inside if the owners are okay with it.) bookstore crawl (same thing). nice long walks,

If you live in Toronto and you are a bookish person or a history person, go to The Monkey’s Paw and bring 3$ for the book vending machine

If you live in Toronto, go to the Philosopher’s Walk. Any season is good but best are in the middle of winter, middle of summer, or middle of fall

do your skincare research

they should make dishwashing gloves that are just covered in scotch on the outside

read more cookbooks, read about food, develop a connection with it beyond it being a necessity

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h3llostrang3r · 5 years ago

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An Heir is Born (TRH)

Liam x Sophie Word count: 2,104 Warning: Sophie likes to cuss. Summary: Sophie and Liam welcome their first child. Notes: (pt. 1 of 2) Obviously, this throws canon right out the window. I thought it would be at least another year before I would have to think about my Liam and Sophie actually having their baby, but here we are.(I’m not ready!!) A couple of these ideas are not my own. I gave them a fun twist and added them as Easter eggs.

The time was ticking down as Cordonia waited for the future heir to make their debut. Sophie had finally reached the 9 month mark and now it was up to the baby to decide when they were ready. The nursery was complete, the King and Queen’s overnight bags were packed, and Sophie was more than ready to evict her tiny tenant from her uterus.

“Sophie, please reconsider, my love. You are due any day now and it will be faster to get you to the hospital if you stay here at the estate.”

Liam held his wife’s hands and brought them up to his lips, hoping this sign of good gesture would get her to change her mind.

“Liam, I love you, but I am going crazy being cooped up here. If I don’t get out, I am going to call Olivia and she will escort me out … with a knife pointed at anyone who tries to stop me.”

His face fell, “Will you at least let me come with you?”

“Oh my dear husband, don't worry! We’re just going shopping. And Rashad has been waiting months for an audience with you, don’t break the poor man’s heart - he works hard enough. I promise to keep my phone nearby, okay?”

He finally nods in agreement and she gives him a playful kiss, her large baby bump slightly in the way.

“Now a kiss for the baby…”

Liam bends down, brings his face to her belly and whispers, “I will get you a panda if promise that you will not try to come out while you and your mother are out. One kick for a `yes’.”

He waits for a response… nothing.

“Hmm, they must be sleeping. Or they didn’t like whatever you were whispering about down there.”

They both turn their attention as Hana and Maxwell arrive in the foyer, eager for their shopping trip with Sophie.

“Looks like we’re off. Kiss for the road, please.” Liam lets out a sigh as he stands, and obeys his queen’s wish.

****

They were finished with their last stop, the group waited for Sophie’s head guard, Xander, to pull up with the S.U.V. She pulled out her phone and facetimed her husband.

“Hello, my love, how was your shopping trip?”

“Hello, handsome. It was fun, we’re just waiting for the car and heading back to Thornwood.”

Liam notices Maxwell in the background carrying an unusually large stuffed animal...was that a squid?

“Sophie, what was Maxwell carrying?”

She looks back at Maxwell and laughs, “A gift... for the baby… Hey, I’m starving. Would you mind asking the staff to start prepping -” Sophie suddenly looks down and her smile fades.

“Oh shit…”

“My love, is everything okay?”

“I just pissed myself.”

“Soph?”

Liam can hear Hana gasping in the background. After a few moments Sophie looks back up at the camera, the look of fear spreading across her face.

“Liam…”

“Love? Are you okay?”

“My-my water just broke.” Panic settles in her voice and she looks to Hana, who comes to her aide. Liam sees Maxwell frantically running with the giant squid, it’s head flopping around and tentacles flying every which way. He runs to the car to alert Xander about what just happened.

“My love, have Xander take you to the hospital. I’ll have Drake and a team escort me there. Deep breaths, don’t panic, okay?”

Sophie unable to speak, just nods her head. The camera moves around as they enter the car. All he can see is the ceiling of the S.U.V., followed by large purple tentacles, and then large plastic bulbous eyes. He can hear Maxwell and Sophie exchanging screams of panic, and Hana trying to calm them down. Unexpectedly, Hana’s face appears on the screen.

“Hi Liam. We’ll make sure Sophie gets to the hospital safely, we’ll see you soon!”

The video call abruptly ends and Liam scrambles out of his seat to find Drake, the heir was on their way.

“Oh god, oh god.” Maxwell brings his face uncomfortably close to Sophie’s belly, “stay in there baby, we’re not ready for you yet!” Suddenly he begins to take quick breaths in and out. He whispers to himself, “remember the Lamaze training,” and continues with his breathing techniques.

“Maxwell, you’re supposed to be coaching the mother-to-be not yourself.” Hana runs her hand over Sophie’s forehead, “hang in there Sophie, we’re almost there.”

****

They manage to get Sophie checked in and settled into a private room. Maxwell paces back and forth, while Hana continues to try to comfort Sophie.

“Hana, the doctor says it’s still going to be a while. Would you mind maybe taking Maxwell for a distraction or something?”

Hana nods and leads Maxwell out by the hand, telling him they should find a bakery to bring back cronuts for Sophie to eat later.

Sophie sits in silence, trying to breathe through the pain. Deep breaths, Sophie, deep - fuck this hurts. Deep br- seriously, why does this hurt so much?

Her thoughts are interrupted by the click of the door. Liam enters the room, her heart skips a beat every time he enters any room; she was a sucker for his regal stride and handsome face. He looked mixed with emotions, it was somewhere between pure joy and ‘dear god, this is really happening.’

“Are you alright, my love? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Tell me how I can help.”

Sophie offers a sweet smile, and tugs him by his lapel, bringing him down for a kiss. She loved seeing Liam out of his element. He had the royalty card down, but these moments of vulnerability and normalcy is what she loved most. “I’m super hungry… Can you bring me something to eat? Maybe some Doritos? I would be so grateful for some chippies.”

Liam brushes her hair back from her face, even amongst all the chaos she radiated with beauty. “I think the nurses said that your food intake should be limited now, but I believe they said Jell-O and popsicles are okay? I’ll go check.”

Liam makes his way out of the room, his steps light with a slight bounce to them. Sophie’s stomach growls and she can no longer tell the difference between the contractions and hunger pains. She didn’t think applesauce and popsicles were going to cut it- she wanted some actual food.

“Doritos!!” Her cries could be heard from behind closed doors to the nurses station, “my duchy, for some Doritos!!”

No one answers her pleas, so she takes out her phone and sends out a text:

S.O.S. Am dying. Send help.

… You’re not dying, Thorn. What do you need?

Guardian of the Realm, you have answered the call of your Queen! She requires sustenance. She requires… Doritos. Cool Ranch. Please.

Why don’t you ask Liam ?

This is a secret mission, Drake. Only you and your Queen may ever know of this task. Now hurry! There is no time to waste!

He’s going to kill me.

No he’s not. Besides, you’ll have full protection from the Queen.

Liam arrives back to the room with the food Sophie is allowed to have. She tries a small bite of the jello and lime popsicle. Both of these options sucked. How could a pregnant woman be reduced to eating jello and a popsicle when all she craved was a Dorito?

“My love, this isn’t working. Can you see if they have applesauce and a cherry popsicle, please?”

“As you wish, my Queen.” Liam chuckles as a places a gentle kiss to her lips and heads out once more.

Where r u???????

Moments after she sends her text, Drake arrives with a snack size bag of chips.

“You may be the queen, but you’re a Thorn in my ass. You know that, right?”

“Mmhhmm. Now gimme!!” He hands her the bag and she hastily opens it up. There it was in all its yellow-5 glory, she munched on the chip - eyes fluttering closed with delight and a low moan.

“Should I leave you two alone, Thorn?”

She grabs another chip and shakes her head ‘no’.

“You are my hero, Drake. Want one?”

He chuckles as he shakes his head, “nah, I’m good. Feeling better now?”

“You have no idea. I owe you big time. Oh, I know, I’ll build you a cabin. You want a cabin? I'll build one right behind the duchy, hidden in the woods.”

Drake gives her a wide smile and laughs, Sophie and him always connected on that level; life wasn’t always about fancy and expensive things. Sometimes all you needed was a bag of chips... or whiskey.

The door opens once more and she quickly shoves the bag to Drake, then licks the delicious remains from the Doritos off the tips of her fingers. Liam has returned with her requests. “Hello Drake, is everything alright? I thought you wanted to just stay in the waiting room?”

Drake does his best to hide the chips from Liam’s view. “Oh ya, well-uh… I needed a break from Maxwell, so I thought I would go for a walk and I ended up here.”

“Ah-I see. Well, here, have a seat and join us.”

“No-no that’s okay. I think I’ll take this walk outside for a bit. Hospitals creep me out. Good luck, Thorn.”

He gives a shy wave as he leaves the room. “Thank you for keeping me company, Drake.” He gives Sophie a smirk just before he exits. Liam pulls a seat next to Sophie’s bed, displaying the food on her tray.

“Alright, as requested - applesauce, and a cherry popsicle.” Liam looks to Sophie, noticing that she’s trying hard to hide her disappointment. “And I also brought you this…”

From behind his back he offers her a bag of cool ranch Doritos. “I figured a chip or two couldn’t hurt.”

Her face lights up and she wraps a hug around her husband's neck. Peppering kisses across his face. “You spoil me, you really do.” She claps her hands with joy then enjoys her allotted amount of chips.

“It’s because I love you so much, my Queen.”

****

“I thought you said you loved me…” Sophie wailed as sweat ran down her forehead. The contractions were hard and she was fully dilated. Her legs were perched up and her grip on Liam was incredibly strong.

“I do, my queen, keep breathing.”

“You did this. You seduced me with your charm and ridiculously sexy body. Then you stuck this baby in me and now they won’t. Come. Out!!!”

The doctor instructed her to stop pushing for a few moments and she rested her head back on the pillow. She shot a glare to the doctor, “For the love of Cordonia and it’s apples, get this baby out of me.”

“Sophie, deep breaths, my love, please.” Liam tried his best to stroke her hair, and give her kisses of encouragement. “You’ve already proved that you’re capable of so much, you can do this.”

They notice the doctor whispering to the nurse before she puts her attention back on them. “Your majesty, it appears the heir has decided to come out backwards. We’re moving you to the O.R. for an emergency c-section.”

Her gaze shifts back and forth from the doctor to Liam. “What? No. NO.” Sophie releases Liam from her grip and places her hands on her belly. “We went over this, tiny human, face-down, ass-up. FACE-DOWN, ASS-UP.”

****

Sophie is prepped and Liam is by her side, the room is quiet other than the beeping monitors, and the doctors and nurses talking. Liam distracts her with his favorite memories of them. From their magical night in New York during his bachelor party to the moment they realized they were going to have a baby. So many memories already made and many more to come. It was more than he could ever hope for; someone to truly love and care for, and now a child- their child.

“Liam, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it, it’s just …trying to push a baby out of a vagina is hard.”

He gave her a comforting smile, and gently squeezed her hand. “I know, my love. You’re doing so much work for our child, you are so wonderful.”

He leans to give her a kiss. She focuses her attention from the pressure down below to his soft lips. His stubble slightly tickling her face, but she enjoys every second. He pulls away and stares into her eyes, his eyes glisten. She is beautiful, loving, she is his wife, and the mother of his child.

A baby’s cry fills the room, Sophie and Liam share another kiss, she feels a tear on her cheek that’s not her own.

The Royal Heir is born.

#playchoices #liam x mc #the royal heir #trh #choices #h3llostrang3r writes #liam x sophie

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thanotosomega · 5 years ago

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Spicecream Week Day 7 Before Fall of Beacon

Neo opened the door to the dorm she was sharing with Cinder and her disciples, and looked at her bed, the fancy gown Roman had bought her for the dance was laid out, she walked over and picked it up holding it in front of herself in the mirror, and nearly started to cry, she had been looking forward to the dance since this whole plan had been explained, Neo never got to go to fancy parties or had any school experiences and she had been really looking forward to this one, but the mission had to come first, and none of the others could risk meeting with their contacts right now, even Cinder had too step up and handle the CCT infiltration with Neo handling some lame issue about a weapons shipment,

“Oh Hey your back!“ Emerald called out upon entering the dorm, “Get dressed and i will help you with your hair!“ Neo blinked in confusion, the dance ended hours ago, it was 3 in the morning, but Emerald walked over and began hurrying her to get dressed, Neo needed up needing help just to get into the fancy dress, it was the single most expensive thing Roman had ever bought her, made by some high end seamstress custom fitted and even matching ear rings, Cinder promised after this job was all said and done these kinds of extravagant things would be a simple way of life for them, it was why Neo kept agreeing to keep going, Her and Roman had finally found a way to the top, and it’s name was Cinder Fall,

After 20 minutes of work Neo was fully gussied up, her hair put up into a fancy up do, her makeup applied and her gorgeous white dress perfectly hugging her body, Neo could almost cry she felt like a princess, gods how she wished she could have gone to that dance, had pretty girls fawn over her, maybe even hit up the hot blonde from the train for a dance for the thrill of it,

“Good, now go the the west garden courtyard,“ Emerald pushed her towards the door, Neo looked back at the door as it slammed in her face and cocked an eyebrow in confusion, but shrugged and headed off, maybe they needed her to woo someone? must be into short chicks or else Cinder or Emerald could easily handle it,

Neo made her way to the specified area, as she turned the corner bringing the small isolated part of the garden she noticed someone in the shadows, standing with their back turned, and allot of unlit candles strewn about, as entered the small courtyard proper, she heard Cinder speak up “Ahh my lady has arrived!” Cinder raised her left hand and snapped her fingers causing dozens of little embers of fire to float away lighting the candles and bathing the area in a gentle glow, a nearby deep set windowsill had a cloth draped over it, with a bowl of punch glasses and plates of fancy snacks lined up on it, her eyes then went back to Cinder still standing with her back turned, dressed in a dark red gold trimmed suit, with her hair pulled back into a ponytail,

Neo slowly walked closer trying not to tear up as the situation settled in on her, Cinder turned around keeping her right hand out of sight and walked over giving Neo a deep bow before presenting Neo with the corsage she had been hiding, “Would you do me the honor of being my date for the evening fair Neo?” Cinder delivered it with a simple and fun tone showing that she knew she was going over the top, Neo hardly cared she just nodded like a love struck school girl, and felt her heart go crazy as Cinder pinned the small group of red flowers onto Neo’s dress,

Cinder pulled out her scroll and tapped a few times, as a song Neo knew she had heard before but never really paid attention to began to slowly talk of fools rushing in, and got a chuckle out of Neo when the words falling in love came up, of course Cinder’s ego would demand she pick a song with the word fall in there, “Would the lady care for a dance?“ Cinder asked extending her hand towards Neo, the smaller girl curtsied and accepted the offered hand,

Neo rested her cheek against Cinder’s chest and was very grateful for combat grade makeup so she could let some of the happy tears flow and just melt into this moment, it was like something out of a fairy tale, and as far as Neo was concerned those kinds of things just didn’t happen to her, and she was going to enjoy it,

After the song ended, Cinder sat Neo down at a nearby bench and fetched them some punch, seemingly going all out on this, the two sat there, sipping punch eating snacks dancing several more times, and Neo got to enjoy those sweeter smiles that Cinder usually only gave when Emerald and Mercury were being particularly Emerald and Mercuryish and she didn’t think anyone was watching, until they both noticed the light from the now nearly burnt out candles was now being eclipsed by the light of the rising sun, Cinder lead Neo out of the nook in the garden so they could watch the sunrise, Neo holding Cinder’s arm and resting her head on her as it happened,

“You know Neo, if this was one of those cliche love stories this would be the part where, we kissed,“ Cinder looked down at her, “But, well, mysterious candlelit rondevu, getting your date punch, are also really cliche, so what do you say princess, want to go for the hat trick?“ Cinder held up her scroll and turned on the song from their first dance,

Neo closed her eyes and tilted back her head and felt Cinder gently dip her down before softly pressing their lips together, as the song’s title lines played, “Why would i ever want to help it?” Neo asked herself as she savored this little slice of beauty in this dreary world of hurt, Soon her and Roman would be made for life and maybe she and Cinder could establish a separate and very pleasurable partnership, aside from their business one? everything was looking up for her, and for the first time in forever she saw a chance for a new source of joy in her life, and all that stood between her and this promise of a better tomorrow was the fall of this beautiful little school, how hard could that be?

#spicecreamweek #spicecreamweek day 7 #neo politan #neo #cinder fall #cinder #spicecream #screw that griffin #rwby

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queen-scribbles · 6 years ago

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Trust Exercise

@masseffectholidaycheer gift for @anunquenchableflame, Nina Ryder gives Suvi the vault exploration date she deserves. :D (I really hope I did it justice, I still haven’t played ME:A, but Nina’s great and I love Suvi, so I couldn’t resist.)

“Hey, Suvi, do you trust me?” Nina grinned as she strode into the Tempest lab, trying to look innocent despite having her hands hidden behind her back.

Suvi looked up from the data she’d been analyzing and shot Nina a skeptical look. “Right, because that question bodes well comin’ from my girlfriend.”

Nina laughed, nudging Suvi’s chair into a half spin so they were face to face. “Humor me,” Suv. Do you trust me?”

“Y’know I do, Ryder. Why?” Even as she probed for more information, Suvi accepted the hand Nina offered and let the Pathfinder tug her to her feet.

“Because I have a surprise for you,” Nina said, squeezing Suvi’s hand affectionately before she let go. “But in order for it to stay a surprise until we get to it, I need you to wear this”--she finally brought her other hand into view, revealing a dark blue length of fabric clearly meant to be a blindfold--”and I don’t wanna ask you to do that if you’re not comfortable-”

Suvi rested a finger against Nina’s lips to cut her off. “You’re sweet to worry,” she said, taking the blindfold and tying it over her eyes. She held out her hand toward Nina. “Lead the way, Pathfinder.”

Nina chuckled at the mischief in Suvi’s voice, and gave her a peck on the cheek as she took her hand. “Well, I have to now, don’t I, Dr. Anwar?” She gently tugged Suvi into motion and Suvi complied, curiosity welling in her chest as she followed through the halls.

“So... I like surprises as much as the next girl,” Suvi began, “but why?”

“Suvi, I’m hurt,” Nina’s tone dripped with mock-injury. “Do you mean to tell me you forgot our six-month anniversary?”

“I...” She wanted to deny it, but they’d been getting so much fascinating data from Kadara and Voeld the last couple weeks, she’d rather lost track of the date. “...did. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, no need to apologize,” Nina said breezily. “You- oh, careful around this corner, Suv--you can make it up to me later.”

That was a suspiciously easy forgiveness for her gaffe, and Suvi made a mental note to dig a little more. But right now they were passing down a hallway that resounded with clatter and chatter, and she decided to focus more on not running into anything.

They hadn’t gone too much further when Nina cautioned, “Okay, duck and high step at the same time. Try not to knee yourself in the face.”

“That would be bad,” Suvi laughed as she followed the directions. “Are we...?”

“Not even close,” Nina said apologetically. “Sit.”

Following that felt like being back in grade school and doing trust falls. But Nina guided her down to the seat and then sat next to her, still holding her hand. There was a familiar hiss of an airlock sealing and Suvi cocked her head.

“Are we on another ship?” she asked.

“Well, shuttle, but yes,” Nina replied. There was the tug of restraints as she buckled them both in. “It shouldn’t be too long...”

“Ryder...”

“You said you trust me, Suv.” Nina’s thumb rubbed over the back of her hand reassuringly.

“I do,” Suvi protested, “But a girl’s still curious, Ryder.”

Nina chuckled. “That you are. Trust me, your patience will be rewarded.”

~~~*~~~

Even with the blindfold on, there were enough clues from her other senses for Suvi to tell they’d landed at Prodromos. If those weren’t enough, hearing August Bradley hail, “Pathfinder! Dr. Anwar! Good to see you!” would have done it.

Why are we on Eos? Suvi wondered as Nina chatted with the mayor. Several possibilities presented themselves, and she latched on to her favorite, praying she was right.

Nina and August’s conversation terminated with Nina securing a loaned ATV buggy. Her grip on Suvi’s hand shifted as she turned back toward her. “We have to go for a ride for the last leg, babe. You can see for this part if you want, riding on an ATV blind’s not much fun.”

Suvi shook her head. She was invested now in this surprise staying a surprise. “I’ll hold tight, it’ll be fine.”

Nina chuckled as she guided Suvi toward their ride. “Alright, tell me if you change your mind. Also”--her voice dipped to a husky whisper--”can I exploit this blindfold thing for kinkier purposes sometime? Since you seem so into it?”

Suvi blushed just off the likelihood they had an audience, but her tone was decidedly mischievous. “I do still owe ya an anniversary present,” she grinned, “but first things first, eh?”

“Right, right.” Nina cleared her throat. “Your surprise first, everything else later. Uh, Suv?”

“Yeah?”

“Just peek long enough to get on the ATV. It’s gonna be way too complicated otherwise.”

“Sure.” Suvi smiled as she complied, nudging the blindfold up off one eye, so she could climb on the rear seat of the vehicle. Nina hopped up in front of her, and Suvi pulled the blindfold back down before wrapping her arms around Nina’s waist.

“Alright, hold tight,” Nina cauntioned as she started up the ATV. “It’ll be a smoother ride than my first time here, but you never know.”

“Right.” Suvi squeezed tight as she dared. “I’m ready.”

Nina gunned the engine and they were off. She took it slow to start and gradually opened it up once they were away from the colony.

Oh, please, Suvi thought fervently as another point in support of her favorite theory got checked off.

It wasn’t a long ride, five minutes tops, though doing it blind made it feel longer. Finally the buggy coasted to a stop on what felt like level ground.

Nina’s jacket creaked as she turned, anticipation in her voice. “Okay, you can look now.”

Suvi let go and tugged off the blindfold. A huge grin of nearly speechless joy spread across her face. “Ryder...”

Nina slid off the ATV and gestured grandly toward the vault entrance. “It’s all yours, Doctor.”

Suvi nearly tripped getting down, she was so busy staring in awe at the Remnant architecture and running through theories as to how it all worked. Nina caught her as she stumbled, and Suvi turned it into a tight hug of almost overwhelming gratitude. “Thank you, Ryder. You’re the best.”

“I know,” Nina joked. She pointed to a transport crate sitting near the vault entrance. “I had Liam and Peebee bring any of your equipment that seemed safely portable in case your need it.”

Suvi kissed her before letting go. “The best,” she repeated.

~~~*~~~

Nina, of course, went with her, for a variety of reasons-- “’Cause I know the way, to see your reactions, for company and protection... take your pick.”

Suvi raised an eyebrow at the last one. “Protection?” she parroted as they rode down the first gravity well. (An unnerving but fascinating experience in and of itself)

Nina shrugged. “Remnant tech is self-replicating. Just ‘cause we cleared it out on our first visit doesn’t mean it’ll stay that way.”

That was slightly worrisome, but they hit the bottom of the gravity well and Suvi was immediately distracted from her concern by the soft glow of activated tech.

“It’s magnificent!” she gushed, stumbling slightly into Nina as their boots hit the ground. A few quick steps brought her to the display console and the holographic map hovering above it. “Are those other vaults?” she guessed, seeing the green markers on Voeld, Havarl, Kadara... There were some still red, probably dormant. “Beautiful.”

“Very.” Nina said slyly, giving Suvi a meaningful look.

She rolled her eyes and blushed. “Ryder.”

“It’s the truth and I stand by it,” Nina said with a playful wink. “Lemme show you the layout, so you know what there is to see and how to allot your time. I wish I could say take all the time you need, but I have a conference with the APEX team leads and other Pathfinders in”--a glance at her omnitool--”seven and a half hours, and I don’t wanna leave you down here alone.”

“That’s plenty of time,” Suvi assured her. “I’m just happy I get to see one of these up close. It’s an excellent anniversary gift. One I’ve no idea how I’ll match.”

“Getting to see you all lit up with wonder like a kid on Christmas is a good start,” Nina said as she pulled up the vault map on her omnitool. “We can work out the rest later.”

Suvi laughed. “Deal.” She studied the map for a minute or two, biting her lip. “There’s another gravity well?”

“Yep.” Nina nodded. “Why?”

“Nothing, they just make me a wee bit unsettled,” Suvi admitted.

“Hey, I’ve ridden? used? this particular set multiple times and they’re fine,” Nina promised. “Besides, I’ll be with you with my trusty jump jet. Trust me, Suv, it’ll be fine. Now, c’mon, we’ve got a lot of ground to cover in six and a half hours.”

“You said seven and a half.”

“I need time to get back to the Tempest, babe,” Nina reminded her.

“Oh, right. Let’s go, then.”

Their progress was slow, as Suvi wanted to stop and look at everything, poke and prod it, take readings. She was pretty sure Nina was expecting that, however. You don’t list someone’s curiosity and passion as part of why you love them and then get surprised when they’re passionately curious. And there was so much about the Remnant they still didn’t understand and their tech was amazing and Nina seemed to be enjoying herself watching Suvi enjoy herself. She didn’t even seem to mind when their progress ground to a halt in the huge chamber just prior to the vault’s core. If the other Remnant technology was fascinating, this room was straight up mind-boggling. Suvi spent fifteen minutes just examining the first console as Nina tried different things, both curious to see what it could do. When they finally stopped playing and made their way across the room, Suvi stopped twice to scan the black pillars, curious as to the tech, the power distribution, if there was anything behind the green lines that covered the surface or if they were just for appearance’s sake.

Both women stared agape at the small but sturdy seedlings curling upward under the central light.

“How the hell.... Everything in here was dead,” Nina frowned at the plants. “There’s no natural light or water, and everything got wiped out by the damn security cloud the first time I was down here. This is-”

“A miracle,” Suvi murmured, hopping between pillars to get closer.

“I was gonna say impossible, but that works, too,” Nina snorted as she followed.

Suvi already had her scanner up and was examining the plant buds. “Amazing the adaptations they’ve made. It appears they get everything they need from the... soil?” It felt like the wrong word; the stuff covering the platform was a different consistency than she’d ever seen. But then, what had she expected in an alien galaxy? “Are we prepared for takin’ back some samples?” she asked hopefully, running her fingers over a nearby rock.

“A few, sure, of course,” Nina nodded. “Just promise you won’t lick any of ‘em.”

“You’re never lettin’ me live that down are ya?” Suvi sighed. She gathered a handful of soil and a couple small pebbles and sealed them in the pouch Nina produced without being asked. “Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” Nina gestured back toward the path(if you wanted to call it that). “There are a bunch of rooms I didn’t check before, and we only have another two hours. Just so you know where things stand. I don’t want you runnin’ out of time before you get to see everything you wanna see.”

“Thanks, sweetheart,” Suvi said with a smile. “And you’re right, we should keep moving. Can we get those doors open?”

“Dunno, didn’t check,” Nina said sheepishly. “We were kinda getting shot at by creepy Remnant robots. And then running from a killer death cloud.”

“Both of which are good excuses,” Suvi laughed, trying not to dwell on the reminder of the danger Nina walked into regularly. This trip was supposed to be fun. Had been fun so far, and she wanted to keep it that way. “Maybe we’ll have better luck.”

“Maybe,” Nina grinned. “Let’s find out.”

They did, mostly. There wasn’t much in the first couple rooms, and the third one reeked of the fluid spilled across its back half. The chemical signature matched the stuff Nina said powered the consoles. Whatever it was made Suvi’s eyes water, so they didn’t stay long. The next couple doors looked like they’d been fused shut and would require heavier equipment than the two of them had to get open. By the time they reached the power core room, there was barely an hour left of their time. Not wanting to waste a single precious minute, Suvi made notes on the structure and architectural patterns even as she gaped at the room’s beauty. She took scans of the consoles, of the plants that grew here--bigger than the others; maybe being closer to the power source accelerated their growth?--of everything. Nina helped, the two of them alternating easy small talk and comfortable silence, until her omnitool beeped.

“Hate to be the bearer of bad news, Suv, but we gotta go,” she said apologetically. “I’ll try to work it out for us to come back, but if I’m late for another conference, Kandros will never let me live it down.”

“No, it’s fine, trust me,” Suvi assured her, finishing the in-progress scan and closing down her omnitool. “I got quite a bit, and it’ll keep me nice and busy. Gettin’ to see this place at all is a treat, really. An’ we wouldn’t want Kandros lordin’ anything over ya, would we?”

Nina hugged her and kissed her forehead. “You’re the best, Suv.”

Suvi smiled and linked her fingers with Nina’s as they headed back. “You must’ve rubbed off on me, yeah?”

Nina laughed at the joke but shook her head.” I think you got there all on your own.”

~~~*~~~~

Their luck held and they didn’t run into any trouble on the way out. Nina seemed to relax the further they made it without any danger manifesting, and Suvi realized just how concerned she’d been that might prove an issue. But their progress was uneventful, aside from the surprising discovery gravity wells were, somehow, fun when you were going up. Part of Suvi wondered how that made sense, but she decided not to overthink things and just enjoy herself.

The ATV ride back to Prodromos was bumpy, but that was just an excuse to hold tighter to Nina, which was fine by her. They made arrangements with Mayor Bradley to get Suvi’s gear back to the Tempest, and then boarded the shuttle. It was only after they’d buckled in and the door closed, sealing them in privacy, that Suvi let her head rest on Nina’s shoulder and slipped her hand under the Pathfinder’s to interlock their fingers.

“Nina?” she murmured, snuggling close. “Thanks.”

Nina chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “You’re very welcome. Happy six month anniversary, Suvi.”

“Happy anniversary,” she returned, giving Nina’s hand a squeeze. “Hopefully by the time you’re done your meeting, I’ll have something for you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Nina leaned her head against Suvi’s. “Seein’ you giddy as a kid in a candy store was present enough for me.”

“Ryder...” She almost rolled her eyes.

“Hey, it may be corny, but it’s true,” Nina defended. “I’m happy, Suv.”

Suvi smiled and hummed contentedly. “Me, too.”

She still wanted to do something for Nina--maybe something involving the blindfold and those kinkier uses Nina had mentioned--but for now, cuddling with her girlfriend after a day of exploration and discovery was more than enough.

#queens fic #nina ryder #suvi anwar #me:a #mass effect #masseffectholidaycheer #anunquenchableflame

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boneysneas · 6 years ago

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Scents and Attractants for early season Deer

To comprehend scents and attractants we have to first know what they're. Over several years of earning deer attractants, I have discovered that we use keywords to describe exactly the exact identical thing. I occasionally do the exact same and interblend words once I speak to folks about our merchandise. But here is the way I define a couple of words when speaking about deer baits.

First is that the term SCENT. My definition of odor is the fact that it comes in a creature (urine, glands etc.). 2nd will be ATTRACTANT. My definition is a fragrance which could tempt with an awareness of pleasure like food. 3rd will be LURE. My definition isn't any scent or attractant which will cause them into the group. Yes, I am an old period trapper too, along with the set has been created so the creature would put is foot precisely where I needed them to measure. 4th is fascination and is something that they do not smell regular. And 5th COVER odor. Any odor aside from our very own individual odor.

I believe all of the above for a sort of cover odor since it brings a bull's focus to this odor rather than ours. Most cover aromas are created to smell like the ground, trees, and etc.. Therefore any scent or attractant may also be utilized as a cover scent as I watch it. I won't use any sort of cover scent in my entire body or clothes if searching. I just use an odor eliminator with no odor to it.

Deer hunters must be aware there isn't a deer bait made that'll work 100 percent of their time. Some hunters believe you may just pour a jar of the odor out everywhere on the floor and deer will soon come. Wrong! You need to understand where the deer are and also their customs to use your baits to there finest drawing capability. When used correctly, in the ideal place and the ideal time of year that you increase your odds of bringing a bull for your stand.

Our aim since deer hunters is to receive the bull to walk into where we'd love to acquire a fantastic shot. Therefore, how can we go about doing so and what do people utilize for early season deer hunting? When placing up within a path or place which you believe deer will definitely move, you wish to be around the rear side of this road. I love to get a shot of approximately 20 yards in the road.

Be aware: this for the premature season, throughout the Pre-Rut and Rut if the boys do allot of odor assessing, I put my stand around 40 yards in the road. This provides room for the big boys to ring down the downside of this road to get this Doe in Estrus Scent. If you would like to utilize your stand at precisely exactly the exact identical region annually then put your odor 20 yards on the opposing side of this road.

For now, though we're at the first time and bull are utilizing trails and creating rubs so that I put my own scents and attractants around 20 yards from my rack alone. Food and fascination attractants work nicely this season. Food attractants employed, ought to be common to the region you're searching, you would not wish to utilize sweet corn at which no corn is located. I've discovered that food attractants function great from early afternoon until despair has you going to your motor car or truck. Deer are feeding all night and going back down to bed in the evenings, so they aren't very interested in meals. I utilize a fascination attractant like our MO~NILLA or even L.C. BERRY early in the evenings since they work fared better compared to our meals baits early in the afternoon. The aromas I utilize are Doe Whiz or even Y-Buck Whiz to haul my stand and along the road where I'd love to shoot my deer. I put some of my own fascination odor in the place I would like to take my photo. I don't put Scents or Attractants over two feet off the floor.

I really don't understand where or how it was started, however, it appears to me that the TV PROS and magazine authors have not been in the forests long enough to truly observe or research deer.

So common notion is that the bigger you put your bait off the floor that the further the odor will take. I say HOGWASH, the sole thing putting your lure is going to do is create the deer appear a great deal more than simply by keeping it near the floor. The longer a deer appears up odor checking, the greater chance it has of seeing you on the tree stand. You may get by using it on deer however your odds of being picked off by older deer are fantastic.

The same is true with placing mom ground, acorn wafers etc. in your hunting clothing. How frequently have you noticed the so-called Guru up inside his tree stand together having odor wafers hanging out of his hat or trapped on his shoulder, then get busted since the bull picked off the hunter? The camo may have helped to conceal him the bull knew something was not perfect. Please, please use a no odor spray your clothes and provide a better prospect of becoming Mr. Wallhanger when he must reveal himself.

There are instances once I make a 20-yard circle round my stand using Doe Whiz in the event the wind changes, but if you do it this way you have to be quite keen to getting deer come from anyway. When I am searching Trophy Deer I do not use this strategy, its only way to insecure.

If you're like many seekers and attempt to have in a few hours of searching after work and you're concerned about the way you smell. Spray your clothing with non-blossom spray and in case you have another spray such as mother earth or anything, spray it at the floor approximately ten yards out of your own rack.

Deer are wild creatures and you can not always tell exactly what they'll do and also how they may respond to scents and attractants etc.. I truly do spend over 300 days annually in the forests testing, researching, photographing, and searching -(during summer ) the fantastic Whitetail Deer.

Also one final note concerning Doe Whiz along with Buck whiz. A doe won't check the odor of a dollar and a dollar won't check the odor of a doe. However a dollar will assess the odor of another dollar odor the majority of the opportunity to find out the new kid from the cube is, and throughout the joys, a dollar wishes to understand that the intruder is.

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oldtumblhurgoyf · 7 years ago

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Top 10 Products I want from Magic

Not even precisely products but more the aspects of products that I think really shined and which could be utilized in other ways to wonderful effect. And if anyone from Wizards happens to see this, #1-5 are literally just “this is what I liked a lot about this product and want to see more of.” #6-10 are things you maybe shouldn’t look at but if you can then go for it. Oh, actually 8 and 9 are cool for you as well.

1. Conspiracy and Conspiracy II were a ton of fun. I have fonder memories of the first since I got to draft it more but these are just right up my alley. Draft matters is definitely a big part of that but I think just the deal where you split a draft pod into smaller multiplayer groups instead of running a swiss tournament is what really defines these products. That’s such a fun way to enjoy Magic and I think even without draft matters you could make a really fun product by embracing that multiplayer aspect.

2. Unstable is just the best damn thing! Silver border is such an absolute and unadulterated joy that I will be real sad if we don’t see another one in future years. But again I think another aspect of this set is something that at least part of Magic’s audience doesn’t get enough of and which I think most of Magic’s audience can really enjoy; the lighthearted fun nature of it. You don’t need just silver border to convey that. Conspiracy definitely brought some of that (I think of them as unofficial silver border sets). But especially if the expert sets are going to focus more on big and serious world threatening conflicts, then the supplemental sets are places to have a little more fun with it. Literally give us a supplemental product where the “plot” revolves around the Gatewatch being on vacation. And it’s unlike any vacation we’d ever go on, but it’s definitely not a world ending thing and we get some fluff and fun stories for like a month while we draft something maybe even a little less serious than Fiora.

3. Less Commander stuff? Personally I’m growing a little bored with Commander and this is stuff I personally want from Magic so I don’t have a problem saying it. Obviously the numbers still currently merit producing the Commander product every year and maybe just eventually I’ll determine it’s not worth my buying it but they are still able to do some cool stuff with it. If not less, then I just want to see more done with it. Commander Draft like I’ve been talking about lately. The boat’s kind of left on putting out a Tiny Leaders thing as the Commander product one year, but maybe explore stuff like that?

4. Planechase and Archenemy! I’m always surprised by how much my friends (who don’t have cards and only play when I bring packs or decks for us) want to play Planechase. Like it’s fun for sure, but this quickly overtook draft as their hands down favorite way to play Magic (or more accurately, draft and then do a Planechase multiplayer game replaced just drafting and playing multiplayer with draft decks). They hardly have interest in doing something else and of course you can always throw a Planechase deck onto any other way of playing Magic (we haven’t yet done Explorers of Ixalan Planechase and the story logic of that is frightening at best...). But at any rate, I would love to see new planes and locales get some Planechase treatment. But outside of that you’ve got two fun formats that utilized a shared library of a sort (well, not shared in Archenemy but still, only one such library in a multiplayer game) and you can do so much more with this I’m sure. In a similar vein, I’d love an official Wizard’s Tower product, likely with some augmented rules and story trappings. I’m imagining perhaps “Battle for the Tolarian Academy” as the Explorers of Ixalan-type product to go alongside Dominaria.

5. Art books are amazing! I’m not sure how well these are doing (whether good or bad) or what it means with the changing block structure (if we theoretically went to three different worlds in a year, they just don’t have the resources to give us an art book for each) but these are some of the best things on my bookshelves. The art is stupendous and the world and story snippets have me coming back months later to get another little taste of these awesome worlds. I hope we can at least continue to get them for new worlds and for revisits that haven’t yet gotten an art book.

6. A Gatewatch cartoon! The Professor has already talked about this and for all the reasons he’s mentioned and more, this could be really cool. I think I’d actually prefer to see it done in partnership with Netflix (or at least along the lines of that sort of model) with a set and closed plot with about 10 episodes or so. I’d rather an Over the Garden Wall style totally enclosed story in one season (even if they never did another) than a meandering and open multi-season affair with no promise of finality or pay off. At least see how that first season goes and then consider how to revisit it.

7. Cube support beyond cards. I’m thinking explicitly a breifcase sort of thing with some reusable plastic sleeves that probably velcro shut or something and hold 15-18 cards neatly. Maybe complete with a little booklet with cube construction advice, “collating” your boosters to accomplish different things and make better drafts, stuff like that. It would have dividers for tokens and dice but the bulk of it would just exist to hold 720 cards ready to go in the provided boosters.

8. I understand a lot of reasons why the story is limited to mostly being a once a week thing online. But I’m also among those (if #5 and #6 weren’t clues enough) who desperately wants more story. There are definitely more stories to be told in Magic than just what sees focus in a set and which we get to see on Wednesdays. The issue here is actually with budget and best use of the taxed creative team resources, but I’d love a situation where some resources are allotted for a Magic Fiction column that is explicitly not focused on the main plot. Wednesday would be the main story. Perhaps on Monday or Friday we would get a story that could be anything--in between some major plot events with the main characters (ok that’s technically main plot but the difference is this isn’t as essential), or a look in with some planeswalker we haven’t seen in awhile (perhaps to seed their reappearance a la Nahiri’s treatment), or just world building and tone setting (Sacrifice featuring the Gitrog Monster is still my favorite Magic story ever and nothing about Shadows Over Innistrad’s plot necessitated that story be written). So many of us are frothing at the mouth for nuggets from the Multiverse. Please give us more.

9. New casting structure for tournaments. I mean specifically the “telecasting” aspect of tournaments. I want the option to watch a much more layman level casting of it where the announcers explain more of what’s going on at a new person’s level. For one, especially for formats I don’t play, that is so damn helpful (it’s such a pain to have Gatherer up trying to figure out what plays are occurring and trying to figure out why, so much so that I don’t watch much tournament Magic at all unless I know the formats/decks going into it and it’s particularly high profile). This would also open it up more as something that I could potentially watch with friends (like those mentioned above) who aren’t nearly as into Magic as I am. This is a weird one and I don’t think this one paragraph does it justice, but essentially I want like the Spellslingers of tournament casting as an outlet to the less enfranchised. That’s not even the best way of putting it but I think you have the gist of the idea now.

10. Scratch off cards! This would go in an un set and this is just a pet idea of mine but I’m real big on it. Variants in Unstable show us that isn’t out of the question. The next step is slapping some scratch off bits over the rules text and figuring out how to do it so you can cast those and scratch ‘em off only as you do that. (targeting is the tricky bit with these but I think there are ways to work around that)

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21 Best Compliments Men Would Love To Hear

Harini Natarajan Hyderabd040-395603080 June 28, 2019

Ever felt two inches taller after receiving a cute compliment? For girls, it’s a cakewalk. However, complimenting a man is a little more difficult than we’d have expected, isn’t it? It is a challenge to understand what will boost up his confidence and make him merry. Though most men appear to be the epitome of content and self-love, a sincere compliment can brighten their day.

Here are 21 easy ways to compliment your man, which he won’t be able to resist and make him fall head over heels for you all over again.

1. “I believe in your dreams.”

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It is sometimes difficult to understand what goes on in the secretive mind of a man who does not share much of his thoughts. Be the cheese to his crackers and say out loud that you believe in his dreams. A little pat on his shoulders and the assurance that you trust him and the plans he has for you both will get him smiling in no time.

2. “You keep me super happy.”

Little efforts are all it takes to be happy. But have you really expressed the joy he brings to you with his endeavors? Appreciate the tiny baby steps he takes, be it opening the door for you, remembering to order your favorite snack before you are hungry, or just smiling when you look at him. It is very important to remind your confused teddy with a tight hug how happy they make you.

3. “You look amazing!”

You probably underestimated the time he allotted to his perfectly lined shave, haircut, and spa every month. He probably looks himself in the mirror more than you do! A little appreciation about his visible changes like his abs or his new hairstyle, will make him feel cared for and loved.

4. “You make me feel like home.”

Home is where there is peace and warmth. Nothing can feel more warm and loving as being called someone’s happy home. Tell him he makes you feel so comfortable that you are able to be yourself with him. Give him the calmness he admires and let him know the teddy bear fuzzy warm feeling that you love about him.

5. “You are incredibly funny!”

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Remember the silly joke he cracked to bring a smile on our face? The tiny efforts he makes to make you giggle are just adorable. Men often like to be acknowledged for their humor and how they trigger your funny bone. Be around him and let your laughter be the most encouraging in the group.

6. “I love your style.”

Not all men walk around in sweatpants and tracks. Some are aware of which color suits them most and which shirt makes their tummy look flat. They may also take a lot of effort to get ready for a date with you. Such endeavors should not go unheeded. Look at him all sparkly eyed and tell him he could give a tough competition to Brad Pitt any day.

7. “I will always have your back, no matter what.”

Sometimes, all he needs is a steady hand to hold on to when he is faltering. Even though men are expected to be the strong pillars of support, it is very important to let them know that no matter what, you will always be the one standing beside them, through thick and thin. Be his partner for life and see the strong foundation of your relation blossom.

8. “You are the one I have always wanted!”

When we see them do something super cute, we are often grateful and thankful to the universe for sending them our way, but did we actually tell them? Sometimes, they try harder than we think to get our attention and feel loved. Telling them that they are Mr. Right can be the boost they need to take on the world.

9. “I am in love with everything you do for me.”

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No matter how easy or effortless it looks, men do go through the same emotional turmoil women go through. The way he cooks scrambled eggs for you or makes sure you don’t get cold shouldn’t go unnoticed and unappreciated. Compliment him for all that he has accomplished and what he goes through every day to keep the smile on your face intact.

10. “I love you just the way you are.”

It is not always easy to accept someone as they are. Yes, he is not perfect. He has flaws. And so do you. Acceptance is key to a happy relationship. Tell him he is what you needed to be happy and that you adore him and fell in love with what he is.

11. “I really love how you make me feel special.”

We often envy how well other women are treated by their men and take the efforts put by our men for granted. If he waits to pick you up from work, be grateful. Thank him for every little thing he does for you and make him feel as special as he makes you feel.

12. “You inspire me to look beyond the obvious.”

Having a soulmate for a partner is a boon. However, sometimes, you have to keep your horizons open wide and give him the opportunity to express his thoughts. It might not match exactly the way you think, but it will help you understand him better. Remind him that you like the way he thinks differently and how it has opened doors to your ways of perceiving things.

13. “You look really good!”

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Remember checking him out from head to toe the moment he bent down to tie his laces? And you liked what he was wearing? Well, style does not fall from the sky, and he probably spent quality time thinking what to wear, which shoes to go with them, which deodorant would impress you, and which hairstyle would make you go nuts for him. Tell him he looks really good and that you love the way he dresses. Such compliments affect men more than we think they do.

14. “Times spent with you are the favorite part of my life.”

Ever baked a cake together? Or perhaps wrote Christmas cards together? No matter how tiny the work you both engage in, it is always fun when you do it as partners. Tell him that times spent with him are your best memories.

15. “You are so easy to talk to.”

Building a comfort level with someone is not as easy as we think it is. Opening up to someone is even more challenging. One of the biggest compliments you can give is that you feel free to be yourself with him and that he helps bring out the real you.

16. “You are my favorite super chef!”

Men who cook often take a lot of effort in the cooking and presentation to make sure you go mmmmmm… in your lips and yummmmm in your tummy. Applaud him for his Master Chef-winning recipe. It is always fun if you cook together. It is either a tasty outcome, or you have fun messing up together.

17. “You make me feel like a queen.”

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Be it him opening the pickle jar because it was too tightly jammed for you to open, or him holding the umbrella for you in the downpour and preventing you from getting drenched – thank him for all he does to treat you like a queen.

18. “You are a good man, and I am proud of you.”

Remember the time we were given treats and candies every time we did something good? We grew up, right. But men are just little boys who grew long limbs and legs (lol). It is your duty to pat the big boy every now and then and tell him what a good boy he is and that he makes you super proud.

19. “I trust you – completely.”

Trust is the foundation of any relationship. Tell him you trust his values and choices in life. Compliment him on his judgment and decision-making abilities. Make him aware that you look up to him for sound advice on anything concerning your life or relationship.

20. “You have changed my life for the best.”

Self-doubt is more hazardous for your man than you thought it was. The tiny person inside the big man can lock himself up completely if he feels he is not good enough for you. Tell him how important he is to you and how he has changed your life for the best, and he will probably let the tiny little human inside him free again.

21. “I love hanging out with you – even if we are doing nothing.”

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Remind him that his company is the best gift he could give you. Let him know that you would rather stay up cuddled beside him than go to the most exciting place with anyone else. Tell him that you cherish every moment spent with him, even if you are doing mundane, everyday tasks.

Make your guy feel like a hero sent right out of the Marvel universe, and he is bound to blush and give you the cheeky kiss that you love so much. Keep him happy with compliments and see how the big boy welcomes you deep in his heart with open arms. It is as important for him to feel pampered and appreciated as it is for you. So, give him some much needed TLC, and watch him melt.

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You may recall that I’ve been working on my plans for brutal world domination in my spare time, and lately, those plans took another step forward! I got to exercise my status as member of the Richmond, Vermont “Board of Civil Authority” and help run Town Meeting! Next stop, THE WORLD!

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This was my first Town Meeting Day as a Vermont justice of the peace. The assembled JPs for each town (my town is allotted 12) make up a body called the “Board of Civil Authority”, which basically works out to “the folks who run the elections and maintain the voter list” and “the folks who hear petitions for tax abatements”. We didn’t have to do much to actually organize the voting; our town clerk took care of that. But I helped set up the gym and the voting machines the day before and I spent pretty much the whole day of Town Meeting proper sitting at a table with a stack of town ballots and a stack of school board budget ballots looking voters up in a notebook and checking ’em off and then handing them ballots. (We had it down to a science — one table for people with last names starting with letters A through L, and another table for the M through Z people. Two people at each table; one looks the name up, and the other hands the voter their ballots. We were a well-oiled machine.)

Polls are open all day on Town Meeting Day from 7 am to 7 pm for residents to vote via Australian ballot for town offices (selectboard, town constable, moderator, library trustee, stuff like that) and for the school board and school budget… but that’s not what really makes town meeting day Town Meeting Day. The Australian ballot is for the boring stuff — town offices and the school budget. The really fun stuff gets hashed out at a 9 am mass meeting where anyone who’s a) registered to vote and b) has enough free time to hang out in a gym for hours on a Tuesday morning, gets to discuss weighty matters of town business and ultimately vote on whether to adopt the town budget. You don’t necessarily get a representative sampling of the town’s electorate… but that’s understood and kind of expected. Town Meeting Day wouldn’t be the same without the quirkiness.

Most towns hold their meeting at the local school; for example, our town meeting takes place in the gym at Camel’s Hump Middle School We also use the school cafeteria; most towns hold town meeting in the morning, get the budget taken care of, and then break for lunch before resuming in the afternoon for any remaining business. I have a feeling that the “town potluck” aspect of Town Meeting Day is what some people like best. You hear stories waxing lyrical about the macaroni and cheese Mrs. Johnson used to make each year before she passed… and stuff like that. In Richmond, the ladies of the town grange sell baked beans, sandwiches, donuts, cookies, and what have you; their baked beans are semi-legendary. Then after that, we come back together for anything else people want to bring up. If someone wants to introduce a motion to declare war on North Dakota, they can do that. If they vote to declare the town a nuclear-weapons-free zone, they can do that too. This year a lot of towns passed resolutions taking a stance against climate change.

It’s a day for democracy on a very local level.

My duties as name-checker and ballot-hander-outer kept on going during the meeting proper; I had my back to the rows and rows of chairs facing the stage where the moderator and selectboard were seated, but I could hear everything just fine. It was sort of amusing watching voters — the ones who came by just to cast their ballot for town offices and the school board budget — blanch as they realized they were going to have to cross in front of everyone to get to the voting booths.

The town budget presentation was pretty straightforward and nothing strange happened during the ensuing discussion … which kind of disappointed me.

See, I’ve rarely made it to Town Meeting in the past; I’m one of the working stiffs whose job just doesn’t lend itself to taking a day off midweek to hang out with my fellow voters at the school. But this one time that I did go — probably about fifteen years or so ago — the discussion relating to the school budget was absolutely hilarious. (This was back when the school budget was discussed and voted on in the town meeting proper; they subsequently changed it to Australian ballot because it was getting voted down in open meeting too often.) It’s not unusual for people whose kids are grown and gone, or who never had kids in the first place, to question the need for “spending so much” on the schools. And so that one time, people kept trying to amend the budget to remove this line item or that line item in the name of saving a token few thousand dollars. The poor town moderator had to keep explaining that the content of the budget was not up for vote; the school board is entrusted with that. The only thing the town voters were legally entitled to do was vote on the total amount to be spent. Voters who objected to a teacher’s aide being funded could move to strike exactly that much money from the budget, and their motion, if passed, would accomplish … pretty much nothing. The school board could still fund that position and reduce a different line item by the amount of the voter-demanded adjustment. (It’s like saying “I object to you spending $15 of your salary on that punk rock CD, son, so I’m reducing your allowance by $15.” Son’s still going to buy the CD.)

But anyway, since the school budget was moved to Australian ballot a few years ago, the 2019 town meeting budget discussion focused entirely on the town budget — highways and roads, police, stuff like that. And while there were a few questions, it wasn’t really a controversial issue. We didn’t even count the votes; it was just one big “ALL IN FAVOR: AYE ALL OPPOSED nay THE BUDGET PASSES” thing.

And then the meeting broke for lunch in the cafeteria. I stayed put, because I was so into my “HEY LOOKA ME I’M A JUSTICE OF THE PEACE AND TOWN ELECTIONS OFFICIAL” thing and wanted to keep on looking names up and handing out ballots.

After an hour or so for lunch, about half the crowd that had been there in the morning trooped back in and attended to “new business”. .. which mostly consisted of random complaining about this and that (parking in the “downtown” area, such as it is, especially). No motions were introduced and there was nothing to vote on. So we wrapped it up and all the attendees went home or off to work … and my fellow election officials and I got back down to the important business of … looking voters’ names up in the book and handing them ballots.

Voters kept coming by all afternoon, but it was pretty slow. We had more than enough bodies on hand to do the work of the ballot-handing-out, so I excused myself and went home and fed the cats and came back around 5:00 to be there for the after-work voting rush, such as it was. That was when Carole came by to vote; I got her to take several photos of me being all Mister Important and stuff, but alas, the volunteer working with me at the table for the people with last names starting with letters A through L told me she did not like having her picture taken and did not want me posting photos of her, so this is what you get — cropped (see below). I’m sure, though, that the excitement and drama still comes through.[spacer height=”20px”]

At seven pm, we closed the doors and wrapped up. It took about ten seconds to find out the results — the tabulation machine spat out a tape with the total votes for each office and ballot question. (We only had two contested offices — one Selectboard seat and one seat on the Library Trustees. Neither wound up being especially close.)

But then came the real fun — the school budget. Richmond is part of a consolidated school district with four other towns — Huntington, Bolton, Jericho, and Underhill. Two JPs from each of those towns had to take their locked school board ballot box and bring it to our voting location, since we’re central. And two of us Richmond election officials had to stay as well (I, of course, had volunteered). We had to open the boxes, take out the big pink cards with “shall the budget blah blah blah be adopted YES NO” on it, and “commingle” them. Meaning, we had to dump them all on a table – over 2,000 of them – and sort of mix them around with our hands before gathering them back into stacks to feed manually into the tabulators. The idea was that by mixing the ballots up we wouldn’t know how the vote had gone in any given town, even though the ballots had no town-of-origin mark on ’em. (I honestly didn’t see the point, but who am I to argue with tradition?)

With two tabulators and three humans feeding the ballots into each, one by one, it took us about an hour to feed them all in.

SHEER EXCITEMENT.

And then when all was said and done, the budget passed by a wide margin. I was very glad about that, because frankly, it drives me crazy how some towns’ voters seem to take an infantile joy voting down their school budget over and over. I’ve seen towns have to hold follow-up budget votes three times before they finally manage to pass a revised budget. After each failure, the school board has to go and meet and issue a revised, lower, budget proposal. And, of course, a lot fewer people come out for the subsequent votes, so typically it’s the people with a real axe to grind who show up to cast a ballot. No wonder it can take multiple tries to get a school budget passed. So, like I said, I was very glad our budget passed; thrilling as the exercise of my official responsibilities was, I don’t want to have to do it again for a year or so.

People always ask “Why don’t we hold town meeting on a weekend, or in the evening, or just do away with it entirely and have everything, including the town budget, get voted on by Australian ballot?” The answer? Tradition. No matter what alternate time of day or day of the week you propose, there are always people who object based on various imaginary or real conflicts they’d have. Some towns have moved their meetings, and others have switched to all-Australian-ballot voting, but the vast majority of Vermont towns still do things the old-fashioned way. (If you’re curious, there’s a map that breaks it down.)

I guess it’s those baked beans that the Ladies of the Grange sell. No one wants to miss out on those, right?

Town Meeting Day 2019 You may recall that I've been working on my plans for brutal world domination in my spare time, and lately, those plans took another step forward!

#justice of the peace #politics #vermont

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