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Chapter 2 - What Happens in the Closet...

reader x jihoon

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summary: when you're caught in a simple lie, the best solution? dig in and stick to your guns until everything inevitably goes wrong and everyone gets hurt

or, a serial dater and a pessimist fake a relationship in the vain hope that nothing will go wrong

genre: fluff, angst, non-idol au, lawyer au, coworkers to lovers??? friends to lovers???? fake dating!!!!!

warnings: cursing???? i think that's it???

wc: 5.2k

a/n: tysm for reading!!!! school is kicking my butt this week lol so there's a solid chance there's typos, i'm sorry :(

taglist: open! send an ask or comment!

Jihoon has always trusted his gut. It’s never led him wrong; the schools he chose, the law firms he declined, the clients he advised, they’ve all been good choices. He knows better than to ignore the little feeling deep down in his stomach that doesn’t sit right, warning him that something is wrong.

Unfortunately, this morning he convinces himself it’s just because he hasn’t had his coffee yet.

He multitasks, typing a furious reply to Mark from accounting (who has apparently lost the ability to read, since the information he is asking for is in the first e-mail that Jihoon sent) while also heading toward the pretty wall of expensive coffee makers that played a significant role in his decision to accept the job offer here. That’s why he doesn’t notice you until you practically bounce off his chest.

“My bad, I—” You freeze when you meet his eyes.

I’m sorry, Jihoon tries to say, except the words don’t come out, and now he’s stuck looking at you with the same wide-eyed stare you are giving him. It’s not often that Jihoon finds himself speechless, but there’s so much he needs to say, to explain. Too much. He hasn’t had the chance to even think about telling you the absolutely idiotic things he said on Saturday night, even after he spent all day Sunday staring at his ceiling and imagining how to explain. The only proof it wasn’t all a nightmare is the texts blowing up his phone this morning from Seungcheol and Joshua who managed to find your Instagram (apparently they approved, though it was tricky to explain why he wasn’t following you).

“We need to talk,” Jihoon finally says.

“I really am sorry,” you respond. You lean back against the counter and Jihoon catches a glance of a cup of coffee behind you, a mug decorated in bright letters that spell out your name (Fact #5: you like colors?).

“Not about that,” Jihoon says. “Well, I guess about that, but not really, it’s complicated, and—”

“Morning,” a familiar deep voice says. Jihoon turns around to find Wonwoo behind him. His eyebrows are raised well over his round glasses, forming shapely arches. He slings his arm over Jihoon’s shoulder, glancing between Jihoon and you.

A sudden thought crosses Jihoon’s mind. Even though Wonwoo was shipped off on a last minute “emergency” work trip over the weekend, there is no way that news as inconceivable as Jihoon finally losing his lifelong title of ‘bitchless’ wasn’t the first thing Wonwoo saw the second he turned his phone off airplane mode. Meaning that the side eye he is giving him now is because he’s about to call Jihoon out on the worst lie he’s ever told and turn him into the biggest laughing stock the world has ever seen.

He really should have listened to his gut.

“So,” Wonwoo says, “How long has this been going on?” His grip on Jihoon’s shoulder tightens.

You frown. “What are you talking about?”

“You and him,” Wonwoo says, gesturing between you and Jihoon.

Jihoon elbows Wonwoo, pushing the taller man off. “Not here,” he mutters.

Before he can say anything else, you gasp. “It’s not what you think!”

Jihoon grabs your hand before you can say anything else, pulling you past a bewildered Wonwoo. He ignores the stares of the paralegals and lawyers in the halls as he pulls you past the peering eyes, into the nearest open door, which, unfortunately, is the janitor’s closet. There goes any chance at subtlety.

“Jihoon?” You ask as he fumbles along the wall trying to find the light switch. He’s still holding your hand, which he only realizes when you lightly tug it out of his grasp.

He finally finds the switch, flipping it on to find that it connects to a solitary lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that flickers and is definitely a safety hazard. You’re standing directly under the light. Because the light is tinted yellow, Jihoon gets the faint impression that you’re glowing.

You glance between Jihoon and the door behind him, which he realizes he is accidentally blocking. He steps to the side, not wanting you to think that he’s trapping you in here, though he doesn’t have a contingency plan if you run away now. Not that he has any actual plan right now; none of his Sunday-morning-imaginary-conversations took place in a room that smells like bleach and has lighting that hasn’t been touched since the ‘80s.

“I swear, I have no idea how Wonwoo found out,” you say quickly. “No one knows other than my friends, and I told them we’d both get fired if anyone at work found out, so I really don’t know how he found out, but I swear, I’ll tell him it was just a rumor and it isn’t true at all. I’m really sorry, I know you said you wanted nothing to do with me, so, whatever I can do, I’ll do it, just please don’t report me to HR.”

Jihoon felt bad before, but now if guilt could build a time machine, he’d go all the way back to elementary school and beg his mother to take him with her when she left. Maybe then you wouldn’t be looking at him with actual tears threatening to fall.

It wouldn’t be the first time he’s made someone cry, but somehow it’s not nearly as satisfying when he’s the one at fault.

“So the thing is,” Jihoon says. “I think it might have been me.” Thankfully your frown doesn’t send the tears tumbling down, but your confusion means that he must, unfortunately, continue to explain. “I sort of told a few of my friends that I was dating someone from work.” He can’t bring himself to say it all, not with his own words echoing in his ears berating you for doing something so foolish. “It’s a very long story, but they believe that I am dating you, and I let them believe it.”

“You let them believe…” you repeat softly, as though you still aren’t understanding. Jihoon can’t blame you; he hardly believes it himself.

“Well, believe isn’t really the right word, because they didn’t see any evidence.” Jihoon had also spent a lot of time on Sunday trying to explain why he didn’t have any photos of you, let alone with you. “So I may have told them that you are coming to my friend’s thing on Saturday. As my date.”

You stare at him. If you keep looking at him with a frown that deep you’re going to get wrinkles, but he figures now is not the time to mention that. There’s nothing he can do now but wait, (most of) the truth now out in the open. He holds his breath as you open your mouth, then close it, then open it again.

“Are you asking me to fake date you?” You finally ask.

“Yes?” Jihoon says.

Fact #6: You have a ridiculous laugh.

He discovers this as you burst into laughter, smile finally breaking the frown as you gasp for breath, clutching your sides. It sounds like something between a machine gun and a dying deer, not that he’s heard either of those sounds in real life before.

“Are you okay?” He asks, because it seriously doesn’t look like you can breathe, and he’s starting to worry that he’s actually broken you.

“You told them you’re fake dating me?” You manage between gasps.

Jihoon sighs. “Yes. Look, I know an apology is overdue—”

“Way overdue.”

“Way overdue,” Jihoon says because you’re mad enough at him already and he can survive appeasing you at least a little. “So I do apologize. I shouldn’t have yelled at you and threatened HR, and I should have talked to you before I did anything as dumb as telling my friends that we are dating.”

“Obviously,” you say.

“Are you okay?” Jihoon asks now that you’ve mostly stopped laughing, wiping a few tears from your eyes.

“I don’t really know how to answer that,” you say.

Jihoon nods. “I don’t blame you for being mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you say quickly. “Shocked and stunned and a lot of other words, but mad isn’t one of them. Mostly, it’s funny.”

“Funny.”

“Funny!”

Jihoon frowns as you burst into giggles again, though you stifle them quickly at his glare.

“Seriously, I mean, who goes off on their coworker and then not even a day later does the same exact thing,” you say. “I’ve always known you were a little… But that’s beside the point, because you are, in fact, asking me to fake date you?”

“Wait, a little what?” Jihoon asks.

You shake your head, leaning against a metal pole, then immediately straightening when you almost knock over a shelf of toilet paper. “I don’t think I’m obligated to answer that.” He opens his mouth but you raise your eyebrows. “If you ask again I’m going to answer something that you won’t like.”

“Is it the truth?”

You shrug. “Do you want me to come to the thing on Saturday and pretend to be ridiculously in love with you or not?”

“You don’t have to be ridiculous,” Jihoon mumbles. He takes a deep breath, trying to convince himself that this is still a good idea somehow (eventually he settles for the conclusion that it’s much too far to turn back now). “Yes, I would like you to please be my date on Saturday.”

“Can you say that again so I can record it?” You ask a little too innocently. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say please.”

“You’ve barely heard me say five words,” Jihoon says. “This is the longest conversation we’ve ever had.”

“With the exception of literally three days ago when you yelled at me. And the presentation you gave in eighth grade on the importance of fish in the ecosystem of the creek by the school and you were so excited because you brought your fish except it died on the way to school and you were so upset you locked yourself in the bathroom and they had to call your dad to pick you up.” You look a little too smug.

“If you tell anyone about that, I’m telling them about the time you wrote an entire essay on symbolism in the Harry Potter series over the summer, and then it wasn’t even accepted because they said extra credit was unethical.”

“You remember that?” You frown at him. “Look, I was a different person back then. J.K. Rowling was a different person back then.”

“Pretty sure a TERF is always a TERF,” Jihoon says. It’s easy to fall into banter with you. He finds himself wondering why he’s never spoken to you like this before, until he remembers Fundamental Fact #3: you are an idiot in love.

More than anything, he wants to leave this closet. Run away and lock himself in his room and dive into his work (and tell Mark that he’s an idiot who can’t read) and forget all of this. But you still haven’t said yes.

“I will do whatever you want,” he says, quickly adding, “within reason,” because your eyes light up a little too brightly. “You can tell your friends that we’re fake dating. We can actually fake date. I can write a contract and everything, just, please, come with me?”

Jihoon has always thought that your kindness made you weaker, but he’s grateful for it now because you smile at him and say, “Yes.”

He hopes his sigh of relief isn’t too obvious. He thinks you might say something else (“You have to pretend to be my date to my friends in return,” or “I was just kidding, you’re insane and I won’t do it,” or “Don’t fall in love with me”) but before you can open your mouth, there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey,” Wonwoo says, voice muffled. “I hate to interrupt, but yn, we have a meeting in like two minutes.”

You glance at the time on your phone and curse, pushing past Jihoon and practically bursting out of the closet. He loses sight of you sprinting toward your office as the door swings shut. Jihoon seriously considers staying here for the rest of the day (possibly the rest of his life), but the door creaks open again to reveal Wonwoo, pinstripe suit and all. He folds his arms and leans against the door.

“We need to talk.”

Jihoon has never been scared of any of his friends, but fear is the only word he can use to describe how he feels now. The final beats to Jihoon’s life sounds a lot like Wonwoo’s footsteps as they echo while he follows the tall man to his own office. This is it. The jig is up before he even shows you to his friends. Well, it was an idiotic plan in the first place and at least he didn’t embarrass you alongside everyone else.

Wonwoo has the decency to wait for the door to shut behind him.

“I can’t believe you,” Wonwoo says, shaking his head. “I leave for one weekend, and you tell everyone that you’re dating yn?”

“I know, I—”

“I mean, seriously, we’ve been friends for how long now?” Wonwoo pauses to count on his fingers. “Eight years? Nine? We work together! I know yn better than any of them, and I had to hear from Mingyu that you two are dating?”

Jihoon frowns. Did Wonwoo actually believe him?

“Honestly, I’m offended,” Wonwoo says. “Seriously, how am I not the first person you think of? I’ve been saying for years that you and yn would be perfect together.”

“I didn’t mean to tell them,” Jihoon says. “They were just being annoying about it, so it slipped out.”

Wonwoo shakes his head. “I don’t know what to believe anymore. Right under my nose and I didn’t see it.”

“Well, you are like a point away from being legally blind,” Jihoon says.

Wonwoo glares at him. “You owe me details.”

“Don’t you have a meeting?” Jihoon says.

Wonwoo’s phone rings. He answers in a hushed tone, shooting Jihoon a look that clearly says this isn’t over. Jihoon breathes a sigh of relief as Wonwoo exits, resting his head on his desk. What just happened?

A small part of him had hoped that Wonwoo was going to call him out and this entire mess would be over. But he believed him? Jihoon, who had only ever scoffed at you, despite Wonwoo constantly talking about how well you would work together. Well, he’s clearly having the last laugh now.

Jihoon takes a deep breath and sits up. He still has a job to do. Though his life is clearly falling apart, he should at least make sure Mark from accounting doesn’t mess up his paycheck (again). And he has a contract to write.

Objectively, Jihoon has to admit you look good. It has nothing to do with opinion; it’s a fact (fact #8: you look good in formalwear, though he makes a mental note for an addendum that says that’s the whole point of formalwear). Jihoon spends a normal amount of time looking at you (counting to five seconds before looking away), then ushers you into the backseat of the limo because for some reason you aren’t moving.

“Do I get to know why we’re in a limo or why I had to buy new clothes?” You ask, taking care to make sure none of the flowy garment got stuck in the door.

“I told you I’d cover that,” Jihoon says.

“No, it was kind of bad that I didn’t have anything this nice, and now I have something to wear to the end of the year gala,” you say. “Way to dodge the question though.”

Jihoon grimaces. It’s difficult to judge how people react to finding out about his friends (given that he has “little-to-no” experience introducing anyone to them), and he isn’t entirely certain that you won’t jump out of the car when he tells you the truth. But apparently you can’t sit in silence for long.

“Okay, well, if you won’t tell me, then I’m going to guess,” you say. “Are we going to a wedding?”

“No.”

“A funeral?”

“Why would I wear a tux to a funeral?”

“Hey, I don’t judge,” you say with a shrug. “It looks very good on you, by the way.” Jihoon glances at you but you’re twisting your face into a strange frown as you think, so you don’t notice the way his ears tinge pink at the comment. “Prom?”

“We’re grown adults.”

“Prom needs chaperones,” you say. “Besides, you never went to prom.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t catch my date making out with someone else either, so, it wasn’t that bad of a night for me.”

“Ouch,” you say. “That was low.”

Jihoon remembers that you are technically doing him a favor today (if saving his life counts as a favor), so he says, “Well, there’s no way you could know I was in my pajamas watching anime all day, so, it wasn’t fair. Sorry.” Maybe around you he’ll get used to apologizing. He can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

Luckily, you accept his peace offering, flashing a smile that is quickly becoming familiar. Your face twists into that strange frown again, and Jihoon determines Fact #9: you are unwaveringly stubborn.

“Oh!” You gasp. “Are you secretly rich?”

Jihoon snorts. “What makes you think that?”

“Well, you picked me up in a limo wearing a tux, after telling me to dress in fancy, expensive clothes,” you say. “Plus you are super secretive about your personal life, and, I don’t know, you give off rich guy vibes. Unless I’m totally wrong?”

“I’m not rich,” Jihoon says. “I mean, I guess I have a decent amount of money saved since I mostly just work and go to the gym and the only thing I really buy is groceries.” Jihoon realizes just how boring he sounds. “I mean, I do go out. Just not often, and I buy… things, anyways, I’m not rich.”

“Sure,” you say. You turn to look out the window, but Jihoon doesn’t miss the laugh poorly disguised as a cough.

Luckily (because Jihoon is absolutely positive you would have continued interrogating him), the limo stops and you don’t have to guess anymore.

“You’re joking,” you say, whipping around in your seat to stare at him.

Jihoon can’t say that he doesn’t enjoy seeing you speechless. You look back and forth between him and the chaos on the street.

“You said you weren’t secretly rich!” You say. “How did you get tickets for a literal red carpet event?” Your face is centimeters away from pressing against the glass, breath quickly making it too foggy to see. “This is the Eternals sequel!”

“You like Marvel?”

“No, actually I think the franchise has a lot of issues.”

Jihoon gasps, but you’re already climbing out of the limo, turning back to face him with a smile. It’s so bright Jihoon forgets why he was mad.

“Come on,” you say. You hold out your hand, and after a moment, Jihoon takes it. He doesn’t let go when he gets out of the car, tightening his fingers around yours, anchoring you to his side.

It’s chaotic, but not nearly as chaotic as he knows it will be soon. Half the press haven’t even arrived yet, and the theater is mostly surrounded by the scatter of crew members and invited guests that aren’t celebrities. Jihoon spots Mingyu first, his tall head standing out in the crowd.

“You ready?” Jihoon asks, turning to look at you. You’re still staring at everything, unable to hide your grin. Maybe he should have warned you, but it’s kind of fun to see you like this. Bright.

Mingyu literally shouts when he sees Jihoon. He watches as Mingyu’s eyes practically lock on to you, and he starts pushing his way towards you, Wonwoo and Seungcheol in tow.

“The tall, overly excited one is Mingyu,” Jihoon whispers. “You know Wonwoo, and—”

“Seungcheol, right?” You glance at Jihoon.

He frowns. “How did you know that?”

“We did go to the same college, you know.” Right. Because this wasn’t complicated enough. Jihoon starts to think that all of this is a mistake, but it’s hardly the first time today, and as Mingyu approaches, all he can do is tighten his hand around yours and commit.

“Jihoon!” Mingyu says as soon as he’s close. His voice carries, more than a few people casting a glance at him. He takes another step, but his foot gets caught on something (knowing Mingyu, it’s nothing), and he’s sent tumbling to the ground. Neither Seungcheol nor Wonwoo attempt to catch him, letting the tall man collapse on the ground.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You ask over Seungcheol’s giggling. Wonwoo helps Mingyu up, but he’s laughing as well, and even Jihoon’s nerves aren’t enough to stop him from breaking a smile.

“I’m used to it,” Mingyu says, walking much slower. His hair took the worst of the fall, now a disheveled mess. Jihoon wonders how long it’ll take for him to notice.

“Mingyu, Seungcheol, this is yn,” Jihoon says. “My real, living, breathing, human date.”

“Nice to finally meet you,” Mingyu says, shaking your free hand. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

“Really?”

“No, this is Jihoon we're talking about, we were lucky to get your name.”

“That sounds more like the man I know,” you say, turning to flash a smile at him before facing Mingyu again. Mingyu glances at your other hand, fingers still intertwined with his, and Jihoon thinks he might actually believe it.

“We’ve met before,” Seungcheol says. “Though there was a lot of alcohol, and I don’t really remember it all that well.”

“Georgia’s Bar, right?” You say. It takes all of Jihoon’s self control not to react. Surely he would have remembered seeing you at the only bar his friends could drag him to during college?

“Probably,” Seungcheol says. “I was getting my MBA, and there were a lot of bars. Very few that we could get Jihoon to go to, though.” He raises his eyebrow. “That’s why we're all a little surprised that someone actually managed to get him out of his apartment and away from his work.”

Jihoon glances between you and Seungcheol as you think about the answer to what is obviously a test. “I don’t think I really got him away from his work.” You turn to Jihoon with what can only be described as a warm, loving smile. You’re really good at this. “But I’m pretty much married to my job too, so it works.”

Seungcheol nods but Jihoon can tell he doesn’t believe fully, at least not yet. “We should go inside before everyone else gets here and this turns into a mess.” He turns to head into the cinema, leaving everyone else to follow. Mingyu and Wonwoo start chatting about Mingyu’s (alleged) drama at work that has something to do with a secretary, the CEO of the company, and his famous but estranged brother. Jihoon doesn’t bother to listen, turning to look at you.

Your smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “He doesn’t believe us.”

“Not yet,” Jihoon whispers. “Give him time, he’s just particular.” He pauses, then says, “The detail about Georgia’s was good.”

You nod. “It was true.”

“How many times have you met him?”

“Just once,” you say. “You were there too.”

Before Jihoon can ask anything else, Wonwoo calls, “Hey, lovers, are you coming or what?” They’re already inside the cinema, waving for you to catch up or get left behind. You flash Jihoon a determined smile and squeeze his hand, jogging to catch up to the rest of the guys.

Jihoon can’t help but wonder how long your lives have been like this, the roots of two trees that brush against each other but never tangle. Until now.

“Do we have an ETA on the kid?” Wonwoo asks as you settle into the theater seats. You’re doing a good job of acting natural, or at the very least, not gawking at every other detail of the (admittedly stunning) theater.

“You’re not calling him that now, too,” Jihoon says. “He’s a grown adult. Also, he should be here soon.”

“How’s the kid?” Seungcheol asks, folding his arms. Jihoon rolls his eyes with the emphasis on kid. “No nervous breakdowns?”

“He was fine when I called him earlier,” Mingyu says. “As soon as the cameras are on him, he’ll put a smile on.”

Seungcheol grunts but still looks worried. Jihoon would tell him that he cares too much, but he knows Seungcheol will just say that it’s to make up for Jihoon not caring at all, so he doesn’t quite see the point. Besides, it’s Seungkwan; Jihoon is pretty sure all his friends have a soft spot for the younger man, Seungcheol especially.

“He must be here,” Mingyu says when screams erupt from outside. He checks his watch. “A little early, isn’t he? Doesn’t he normally make a grand entrance?”

Jihoon doesn’t miss the way you frown at him, clearly aware that you’re missing something very important. He studies the lights and pretends not to notice your glare.

Most of the commotion is at the entrance, though the bulk of the press aren’t allowed into the theater. Jihoon hears more than he can see, but he knows it’s Seungkwan and the rest of the star-studded cast that are used to being the center of attention. He doesn’t miss you craning your neck to catch a glimpse of why everyone is staring.

Seungkwan’s blonde head appears from the crowd, but he makes the rounds first, checking in with every staff member, shaking hands and taking pictures. Ever the perfect celebrity.

Still, he doesn’t miss how Seungkwan locks in on you, grabbing a tall skinny man and whispering a few words before striding across the theater to where the entire group sat.

“That’s Boo Seungkwan,” you whisper. “And he’s walking over here.”

“I didn’t tell you we’re friends?” Jihoon says.

If looks could kill, Jihoon would be dead, but it’s worth it because even with murder on your mind you (objectively) look good. Maybe it comes from being a divorce lawyer—Jihoon wonders if this is the glare you use when the to-be-divorced couples bicker, then wonders if he’s thinking a little too much about your glare.

The rest of his friends greet Seungkwan as if this is normal, which, technically, it is. Except this is a blockbuster movie premiere and Jihoon is using it to soft launch his (fake) relationship to his world famous best friend. To your credit, you manage to shake his hand and greet him normally.

If Jihoon is being honest with himself, Seungkwan is the only one he really feels guilty lying to. It doesn’t sit right, even though Seungkwan is partially to blame for thinking Jihoon’s happiness is reflected directly onto his love life. It doesn’t help that Seungkwan knows exactly how to guilt him, smiling and greeting you as if this is normal. Jihoon knows him too well, seeing the suspicion behind his friend’s eyes. As if convincing Seungcheol isn’t hard enough.

“So are all of Jihoon’s rich and famous?” You ask after he introduces himself.

“Hey! We have the same student loans,” Wonwoo says.

“I’m not rich,” Seungcheol says.

“Yeah, but your family is, so basically the same thing,” Mingyu says.

“Not the same thing,” Seungcheol says, glaring at Mingyu, who, honestly, should have known better than to bring that up. But because it’s Mingyu, he laughs it off, and soon enough Seungcheol is smiling too.

“Joshua’s pretty broke too,” Minghao says. “He doesn’t make a million dollars for crying in front of a green screen.”

“I told you, my character has grown since then,” Seungkwan says.

“You cry on an actual different planet?” Seungcheol asks.

“I’m convinced none of you actually pay attention to the movies,” Seungkwan says with an overdramatic sigh. “We were on Earth for the entire movie.”

“Wasn’t there a bit where Gemma Chan yelled at someone in space?” Jihoon asks.

“Nerd,” he’s pretty sure he heard you whisper through a fake cough.

“I don’t know if that counts, she wasn’t actually there.” Seungkwan rounds on you. “I don’t suppose you remember?”

“Weren’t you technically in space right at the start?”

Seungkwan cocks his head, thinking back. “Huh, oh yeah. I forgot that.”

Jihoon has about a million questions that he wants to ask you, mostly related to Marvel movies and the fact that you’ve seen them all, even though you clearly don’t like the franchise. He curbs them because he knows you’ll call him a nerd, plus Seungkwan almost looks like he approves.

“Do I have a lot to look forward to today?” You ask. “Someone didn’t tell me where we're going, so I couldn’t look up any critic reviews.”

Seungkwan winces. “I don’t like looking at those.”

Jihoon rolls his eyes. “I saw at least three headlines talking about the prodigy dropping another masterful work of acting, or whatever they say about people like you.”

“Not a prodigy,” Seungkwan mutters.

“Either way, whatever Seungkwan is in, it’s good,” Seungcheol says, patting Seungkwan on the back. “And he gets paid.”

“That’s the most important part,” Wonwoo says.

Seungkwan looks like he wants to say more, but the director of the film waves him down and he’s forced to say a hasty goodbye, promising to meet with them later.

Jihoon feels your hand squeeze his tight enough to cut off his circulation. He turns to face you in the dim lighting, finding you with a disarmingly sweet smile.

“When were you going to tell me?” You ask, voice so sweet he almost believes you aren’t upset.

“I thought it would be fun if it was a surprise?” Jihoon says.

You lean in close to him, your breath mixing with his, smelling faintly like clementines and something else citrusy. For some godforsaken reason, Jihoon thinks you are about to kiss him. “You’re going to regret this.”

He opens his eyes and you are gone, laughing at some joke Mingyu made about PDA. Jihoon is vaguely aware it’s at his expense, something to do with how red his ears are, but he’s too busy trying to get his heart to at least pretend like it isn’t about to explode out of his chest. Why the hell did he think you were going to kiss him? Why is he disappointed that you didn’t? Jihoon wonders for the thousandth time if it’s not too late to call the whole thing off, but the lights in the theater are dimming and a spotlight is put on the director, who gives an unnecessarily long speech about what a labor of love this movie was to make, and then the movie is starting, and it’s too late to run away.

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I usually post Lolibrary content on the site's facebook page, and not my personal Tumblr, but this is a little more personal. This is my 5,000th Lolibrary entry. Lolibrary celebrated it's 13th birthday last month, and as of right this second we have 84,951 published entries.

I did the math a couple days ago for a post on the FB or twitter, and for lolibrary as a whole, it comes out to something wild like 17 entries per day. And that is 'counting' the fairly long time around 2018 when we couldn't make entries at all.

I'm not the biggest contributor to lolibrary. That is Onlyeasy, who entered more than 1/5th of the content on lolibrary and recently has retired from being an active senior lolibrarian. Followed by our late founder, Amethystcitrine. Amy entered more than 1/10th of the content currently on lolibrary. Lately, I was thinking 'I should record some videos on how to add measurements' because that seems to trip up a lot of new contributors. And, I keep thinking about the videos she made, which makes me really miss being able to talk to her about lolibrary.

The 3rd biggest contributor to lolibrary is theladymienshao (9.22%) who currently enters Baby/Pirates, and then Sucre-Dolls (6.94%) who enters Angelic Pretty. I am so impressed by the constant updates of the new items, because I've never been able to do that.

The person with the next most entries is azuki-mikan (pita-tenshi), again, absolutely fantastic, azuki-mikan has made 7.3% of the entries.

And then me, I'm 6th with 5.88% of the entries. So, I'm definitely not the most active when it comes to entering items. I do some other things with lolibrary, like I make most of the Facebook and Twitter posts (which is why they are very inconsistent). I also count up when an indie brand goes over the minimum threshold for tag, and the minimum threshold for being promoted to a brand, and then recently I've been manually moving the entries across for those too. I also did a lot of the manual checking on the shoe entries when we imported those in recently, and like all the other senior lolibrarians who are active, I do some of the pending submission approvals. And of course, I do some degree of book research & scanning with my magazine & catalog collection, some degree of item identification, etc. I also spend a lot of my time adding images to existing partial listings to flesh them out. But there are other people who do other tasks that aren't entering items too. Like Sage-Blossom who does a ton of corrections & tag clean up work, for example. And our development team who do the coding, and one of our other admins who handles all of the legal and financial pieces so we can pay our bills and maintain our status as a non-profit. And then there are a lot more very active contributors too! I think one of my favorite things about lolibrary is that it is a community project and it is made up of lots of people doing lots of different things. I think also that's one of the reasons that lolibrary has had the longevity it has had. And through it, I've met a lot of wonderful people who I absolutely think the world of. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm very glad that lolibrary exists, and I hope it continues on for many years to come. <3

#Lolibrary #personal #p.s. if you want to make lolibrary entries #send me a chat for a discord invite #unless you already are in our discord #in which case #you are a cool person #also shout out to sucre-dolls who pulled the stats on top contributors #I recalculated some of them #but I used that list as a base

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enha-hype · 7 months

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maeumi & me - ch 24 : chocolate milk?

a/n : hello hello im back from the dead :3 don't forget to read the written chapter below! a lil recap as to where we were - in the last chapter, everyone came over to jake's place for a sleepover. this one continues from that.

As you go about your business, the rest of the house is dark and quiet, albeit for the boys softly snoring away in the two bedrooms.

“Can't sleep?”

You startle at the voice and whip around to find the source, and find Jungwon leaning against the fridge, squinting against the light. “Jeez, Won. How are you so quiet? You're like a ninja cat.”

“Not the first time I've been told that,” he chuckles, stifling a yawn.

“Shit sorry, I woke you didn't I?”

“Nahh. Been tossing and turning for a while, I can't sleep either,” he shrugs, then looking at Maeumi adds, “he looks like he's ready to pass out, though,”

You laugh. “Yeah. I kinda feel bad but he chooses to follow me around so there's nothing I can do about that.”

“Tell me about it. I can't even count the number of times I've gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and almost tripped over him on my way out. Also, what are you doing?”

“Um, making chocolate milk. You want some?”

He blinks, an amused smile breaking out, and nods. “Sure,” he says, sitting at the kitchen table.

“So. I guess it's been a little stressful managing work as well as the internship, huh?” you ask as you mix the ingredients together.

“A little. But I talked to the cafe manager today and he agreed to reduce my hours so I think it'll be better now.”

“Good. You better take care of your health from now on,”

“I will, if only because I don't want you coming over to give me an ass-whooping, which I strongly suspect you will do,”

“Oh I definitely will, Yang Jungwon.” You turn to give him a stern glare but almost immediately break into a smile. “You know, it's unfair that even bed hair looks attractive on you,” you blurt out before you even register what you're saying. Shit. You did not mean to say that out loud. You clear your throat, eager to change the subject. “Okay, it's almost ready!” you grab two glasses from the cupboard overhead and busy yourself with pouring the chocolate milk into them.

As you pour it into the second glass, you feel Jungwon come up close behind you and hold your breath. He reaches around, and for a second you stupidly think he's going to hug you, but he grabs the salt shaker from the counter, sprinkles a dash of it into both glasses and stirs. You feel heat rushing to your face – partly out of embarrassment and partly because of the proximity. You're not quite touching, your bodies are so close you can feel the warmth of his body behind yours.

“Tastes better this way,” he explains as he steps away. Why did you think he was going to hug you? That was crazy. Did you want him to hug you...? Or something else?

“Great! Let's go sit on the couch, shall we?” You grab both glasses and head to the living room before he can say anything. If he notices your sudden over-enthusiasm which is more or less a desperate attempt to diffuse the sudden awkwardness, he doesn't let on. But that's mostly because he himself is trying not to think too much into to your little compliment from earlier.

The light isn't on in the living room, so you hope he can't see how red your face is, but it's also not so dark that you can't see anything at all, since the light from the kitchen partially illuminates the room.

You hand him a glass, sitting a normal distance away from each other, trying not to think of why how near or far you're sitting from each other should ever matter. You both take a sip.

“Huh. Well what do you know, it does taste better this way!”

“I know!” Jungwon cries out a little too loudly and you shush him, giggling – you're too close to the bedrooms to even be talking at a normal volume, much less louder. “Oops,” he whispers, grinning.

You take another sip and hum in approval. Jungwon looks at you and snickers.

“What?”

He points at your face. “You have a milk-stache,”

You wipe it off with the back of your hand, a little embarassed. “Is it gone?”

“Nope, you missed a spot,” he reaches with his index finger, wipes at the area above the corner of your upper lip and then smears it on the tip of your nose, smirking.

You huff in disbelief. “Oh, you're in trouble now,” you reach for him and he reflexively swats away at you, causing some of your chocolate milk to spill onto the floor.

“Oh, no.” Both your eyes and Jungwon's dart from the splotch of brown liquid to Maeumi to each other. Maeumi starts to make his way over – no doubt to scrutinize and eventually taste it, and you and Jungwon immediately jump into action. You place the glass down on a stool nearby and grab Maeumi while Jungwon looks for tissues or the kitchen towel to soak up the mess. Maeumi squirms and whines in your grip, trying to break free. He barks, once. “Shhh! Shut up Maeumi, you know chocolate's bad for you!!”

“Where the heck is it??!” Jungwon whisper-shouts from the kitchen, opening and closing drawers.

Maeumi wriggles free and by God, those tiny legs are fast! Fortunately, Jungwon returns with a bunch of tissues and just as he rushes in to blot up the milk, you also swoop in to catch Maeumi, and although you are both successful, you also end up headbutting. The two of you exclaim in pain and then double over in bouts of laughter. Maeumi is so puzzled by this sudden chaos that he forgets all about his eager pursuit. Then remembering that your friends are asleep, you and Jungwon shush each other hurriedly and try to compose yourselves. It takes a minute, but the laughter finally dies down.

You find your eyes darting to Jungwon's lips....they look so soft even in the dim light, and you wonder what it would feel like to kiss them. You lean in almost involuntarily, and to your surprise, find him doing the same. But just then the light comes on. You jerk back and whip around to find Heeseung standing in the doorway, one hand on the switchboard and the other one shielding his eyes from the sudden brightness. There's a beat of silence as you all stare at each other.

“What is going on?” his voice is thick with sleep.

“Chocolate milk?” Jungwon offers with a sheepish grin, and that's enough to send you into a laughing fit all over again.

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growup-thatbeautiful · 1 year

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just for you, honey

for @princessmermaid1289 <3

Summary: You have the birthday blues. Luckily, you also have Benny to cheer you up.

Warnings: mentions of overwork, stress, kissing

Word Count: 1k (ik it’s short, i just wanted to get back to it and this was super cute)

~*~

You wake up and know, instinctively, that today is going to be a hard day. It’s not like you don’t enjoy your birthday- you do just about as much as anyone else enjoys getting older- but there’s something about today that makes you want to hide in your room.

Maybe it’s because you’ve been working so much recently. Every day it seems like a million little things go wrong, whether it’s a meeting that get cancelled and rescheduled during your lunch or your favorite coffee shop doesn’t have your order available. By the time you make it home, you’re exhausted, and all you want to do is crawl in bed. You snap at friends, which you have hardly seen at all recently, and it feels like all you’re doing is annoying them with your problems.

It’s been completely and utterly exhausting, and you don’t know how to make it better. Everything your try, favorite foods and comfort music, doesn’t seem to help. But Benny, your sweet, ever positive Benny has been doing his absolute best to keep up with you. At night, he makes your tea and kisses you good morning when you have to leave before the sun is even up and he leaves for his run. He meets you at work and doesn’t complain when all he does is listen to you rant about Blake from finance who won’t listen to a thing you say.

And this morning, he’s doing everything he can to make you smile. First, he woke you up with coffee in bed, made just how you like it, a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, honey,” he had whispered against your temple with a kiss. “I hope you’re ready.”

“For what?” you had asked, pulling him down next to you on the white bedsheets. You had immediately settled into his side, his broad arm coming around your shoulders.

“I can’t tell you yet,” he smiled, “But it’s good, I swear. When have I ever led us the wrong way?”

You had given him a deadpan glare before curling further into him.

You could talk with him forever, you really could. He’s sweet and utterly devoted to you and there’s no one you’d rather talk to. There’s nothing more you’d rather do than lay here in bed with him, letting his hands gently trace patterns over your skin as his eyes pour into yours.

You find yourself enveloped in his presence, just like you usually do. Your coffee has long since cooled and you don’t really have an excuse to still be laying in bed, but it’s your birthday. You might as well make the most of it.

“I guess we should get the day started,” Benny says, a gleam in his eyes that tells you he’s up to something. “If only someone had a plan.”

“What did you do?” you accuse, narrowing your eyes. “Spill, Miller.”

“I didn’t do anything Pope didn’t approve of first,” he defends, raising his eyebrows. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask, laughter in your voice. “Benjamin Miller, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours.”

“Okay, okay,” he concedes. “I know you’ve been stressed recently, been feelin’ down, and I know that’s not who my girl is. You-“ he continues, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Are sunshine peeking through clouds and the smell of flowers when I least expect it. You’re my person, baby, and it’s been hard for you lately.”

“Benny,” you say softly, leaning in closer to him and grabbing his hand. “What are you talking about?”

Benny smiles, bright like the morning outside “I’m takin’ you on a little vacation. We’re going on a road trip, honey.”

You let it sink in for a moment, before your brain catches up to you. “Where are we going?”

“Anywhere you want to,” he whispers, leaning in close to you. The familiar smell of mint gum and something earthy and distinctly Benny fills your senses as he mouths along your jaw. “We have the whole world in our reach. Just say a place and we’ll go.”

“Really?” you ask. You’re sure that disbelief is written all over your face, which means that Benny definitely knows. He’s been trained to read people, to know their body language, and you’re no exception. He knows every one of your fidgets and idiosyncrasies, and could read them with his eyes closed.

“Yeah, really,” he confirms. His hand, broad and calloused from years of work, cups your face gently. Something capable of such violence holding you so sweetly. “Let’s have an adventure, baby.”

You don’t have a response for him other than to throw yourself into his arms, your coffee on the side table rocking precariously as you tumble through the sheets. Benny lets out a breathless laugh as his hands grip your waist immediately, holding you on top of him.

“So, where are we going?” Benny asks you. “I got a full tank of gas and a bag of snacks.”

Knowing Benny, he means what he says. If he says you can go anywhere, then you can go anywhere. He’ll drive as far as you ask him to, sleeping in dingy motels and living off of gas station snacks. “How about Texas?” you suggest. “We haven’t seen your family in a while.”

“As much as I would love for you to see all my baby pictures, this isn’t about me. Come on,” he urges. “Think big, honey.”

So many images flash through your mind: skyscrapers glinting in sunlight, striped awnings with potted plants, snowy mountaintops with string lights. But you get stuck on one thing in particular. “Can we go to the beach?” Your voice is quiet, scared he’ll say no.

You have no reason to worry, though, because you never do. With a contagious grin, Benny says, “That sounds perfect, honey. Let’s get some sun.”

Your smile is just as wide as his is when he rolls over and pins you underneath him, raising his eyebrows and cupping your face.

“You want to go to the beach, Miller?” you grin, tracing a pattern with your thumb across his cheek. “Show off all that working out you do?”

“Why, honey?” he grins, “You want to watch?”

“Shut up,” you roll your eyes. “I have a long car ride to not get annoyed with you, don’t start it now,” you warn.

“You love me,” Benny scoffs. “And not just because I look good in a bathing suit.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” you tease. “I’m pretty shallow.”

Benny laughs and pulls you out of bed behind him, leading you to the closet. “I guess we’ll find out. For now, though, someone should get to packing. I was serious about the full tank. I’m ready whenever you are, baby.” With that, he leaves you to your suitcase, whistling as he walks away. Over his shoulder, he calls, “Happy birthday, honey.”

You have a feeling it’s going to be a memorable day.

#benny miller #triple frontier #benny miller fic #benny miller x female reader #benny miller fanfiction #benny miller x y/n #benny miller x reader #ben miller fanfic #ben miller fic #ben miller x you #ben miller x reader #ben miller #benjamin miller x you #benjamin miller #triple frontier x reader #triple frontier x you #triple frontier fic #triple frontier fanfiction #nova writes

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onlyjaeyun · 2 months

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i see the bra strap idea has made it into the chappy 👀 hoon silently freaking out in the inside forsho, jake checking on yn while silently cursing hoon in his brain, AND IT WAS JAKE! I KNEW IT! jake definitely gave hoon a nice bonk on the head later :3 also I saw hoon go very silent when they talked about staying over

hoon in his lil brain : i finally get to fuck in peace 🙄 good pussy in peace

jake being on guard duty so no one gets between hoon and yn <3 he's just happy for his friends to be fucking people he approves of

I HATE THAT FUCKING MOM- THE AMOUNT OF RAGE I FEEL?!? LIKE WHY DOES SHE HATE YN THAT MUCH?!? YNS A SWEETHEART TO NIKI AND SHE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN SWEET TO YUKI AND KENTA TOO IF THIS BITCH HADNT INTERFERED! NIKI IS DEFINITELY SNITCHING TO HOON AND HOONS GONNA GO BAT SHIT CRAZY AGAIN (pun intended) won't be surprised if hoon takes a quick solo trip to Japan during the girls trip and who knows, a certain sperm donor might be found in a ditch with multiple broken limbs with no witnesses and he doesn't remember shit about who did what to him 🤭❤️ guessing the falling out is gonna happen before or during the girls trip or them realising that there was a miscommunication so hoon is absolutely all emotional and feeling nothing but pure rage and AHHH I LOVE <3

kinda miss fuma being around to fuel hoon's jealousy 💔 he's such a fine man, I need him to rearrange my guts 😫

also hiii zadie!! im visiting home and I've just been super duper busyy 💔 the sun here is so nicee but it's so hot I feel like I'm gonna evaporate if I go out in the sun- but I've been eating good food and studying for my exams so hehe how's you been pretty girl? - 💫

HELLO BABY!!!!🩷🩷🩷 im so so glad youre enjoying your time at home, i hope youre also resting!!!🤥 thank you so much for your amazing hcs and suggestions and ideas i was so, so excited to use this one i lit thought about it ever since you sent it to me 😭

ive been doing well, just spending time with family and friends and work ofc!!!!

unfortunately hoonyn will actually......notgetofuckinpeace 🤕 since they will go no contact after the next chapter 😀😀

i love how you guys are so mad at the stepmom and i know its gonna get worse in the following chaps so im just ready atp 😝

also, bc ive noticed a lot of you guys have said similar things (regarding the nishimuras) they actually live in seoul too so hoonie wouldnt even have to gosll the way to japan to yk..be ch!hoon 😝😝😝

to give you guys a little overview of the upcoming written chap: the realisation of the miscommunication and second fallout will all happen in that chapter if that makes sense...the reason will be revealed to everyone and thats when hoonyn will have their "fuck." moments bc theyre gonna realise their lives were basically based on a huge game of intentional miscommunication 🫣

that's all im gonna say!!!

#; mailbox 📬#; cold hearts

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lovenona · 2 years

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Okay, honestly, Does artist sukuna ever talk to his beloved when he notices their mood's down? After they struggle career wise? I guess what I'm trying to say is, how does he go about comforting them? Since he isn't good with words in my eyes

sukuna’s never been the best with words – even when he tries, he usually trips over his sorrys, his vulnerable thoughts, his heartfelt and dramatic i love yous. so even when your mood is very clearly worse than usual, sukuna knows if he tried to tell you everything will be fine he would probably fuck up somewhere along the way and accidentally tell you something you did not need to hear. instead, sukuna goes about his “my beloved’s career is going badly” comfort in a variety of Sukuna Approved methods, including, but not limited to:

1. good old-fashioned fucking, especially fucking where he does all the work and you just sit back and have the time of your life and feel better. sukuna may not be good with words, but he is an expert in the art of physical affection, and this is a form of comfort he feels very confident in. he would also follow up such passionate love-making with a very good cuddle and a movie of your choosing to make sure you know without words that he is aggressively in love

2. classic shit talking, wherein he tells you to simply let it out and shit on whatever superior decided that your work was terrible or whoever decided that you “did not have talent.” he will not let you shit talk yourself, though – if you start to question your own abilities, he’s quick to silence you with a forceful “no” and probably some good old-fashioned fucking to boost your ego back up

3. various acts of service, such as cooking you a meal, washing your hair, giving you spa treatment, etc: sukuna’s other love language is actions that convey just how much he’s obsessed with you. if the vibes are bad, he immediately starts doing Literally Everything Around the House in a desperate attempt to make you comfortable and to treat you like the royalty you are, to the point where if you try to pour your own glass of wine he gets upset

4. outside distractions, like going to the movies, visiting a museum, or taking a day trip to take your mind off what’s bothering you and hopefully get your excitement/inspiration back. he’ll plan a day to a state park or a beach or sword fighting class to get you out of the house and force you to stop stewing in your own self-loathing. sukuna would make sure you both dress so hot and sexy to feed your ego and be the most slutty, whorish man whenever no one’s looking just to improve your mood (and also because he wants to fuck)

5. aggressive compliments, which usually come after one of the above. since sukuna doesn’t use words often, your only choice is to believe him when he almost too-aggressively states that you are the most talented person he’s ever met and everyone who doesn’t see that is a stupid little bitch, what if i just threatened them, what then? his belief in your eventual success is so potent and unwavering that it almost moves you to tears, but you’re usually too busy laughing at the blush on his cheeks to start crying

#he's such a mess but he means so well #will do literally anything to convey how much he cares as long as he doesn't have to say it because he's a weenie #<3 #artist!jjk #artist!sukuna #ryomen.sukuna #sukuna x reader

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diabolikpersonals · 1 year

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Tell your 5 top ships in DL .

5 was a tie, I couldn't choose between them, so there's two #5s :')

5: azushin - my rarepair! when other people talk about their rarepair and it has like 50+ fics on ao3 I get jealous because up till recently azushin had exactly 0 xD I love their interactions and I think they're a really good fit for each other. shin's powerful and violent so azusa likes him, but shin, the proud founder himself, gets all freaked out when this measly little halfblooded vampire is around for some reason...! ^^

5 also: ayayuma - I've already talked about it a bit but yeah, it's like a nice little comfort ship to me. I have a lot of sketches of them just hanging out. very very important to my bisexual ayato headcanon

4: reijiruki - reiji's quest for love and approval continues but this time he's pursuing someone he sees as an equal, perhaps even…gasp…a love interest?! I get nothing but immense joy and pleasure watching reiji trip over himself to impress ruki. like he'll invite himself to the mukami house and act like the picture of respectability and authority and he'll be like "I know we just met not that long ago but may I join you for dinner and sleep over at your house and also I got you this gift thats WAY too important and meaningful" and he doesnt even realize that he's being SILLY!!!!! and ruki's reactions make it even funnier bc he's like "??? what the fuck, sure I guess" so it's a great ship lol

3: ayayui - my fav yui ship!!! I love them together!!! I've wept real tears at how much ayato is able to accomplish when he has yui at his side. when you look at a character like ayato and everything he's been through, u can start thinking like "oh his mother's expectations were too high and she traumatized him so much that he can't even do normal things like school assignments anymore" but when ayato enters a relationship with yui and realizes that he wants to do these things FOR HER, he'll end up conquering even the most difficult things for him. it really compels me, because these things (like college or work) dont magically become EASIER for ayato, he just really wants to do them because he loves yui so much, and in the end he's able to do them. they're both so brave and I'm so proud of them. sobs

2: subakou - enemies -> rivals -> best friends -> lovers!!!! they've got a little something for everybody!! subakou have some really nice moments in the games that suggest that they really love each other (play lost eden play lost eden play lost eden) and on twitter kou can flirt with subaru pretty shamelessly, it's awesome lol. like bringing a wheelbarrow of chocolates to him on valentines day. how else am I even supposed to interpret that

1: shuuma - if u took a sample of my blood and put it under a microscope u would see pictures of shu and yuma exchanging a soft and tender fistbump

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somacruising · 1 year

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Tales of the Rays: Advent of Yggdrasil (English Translation)

This is my attempt at translating one of the Tales of the Rays events so that more people can enjoy it. Though, I do have to admit that I do not speak Japanese and relied on multiple machine translations to do this.

I have a document on Google Drive with all the Japanese script written out, too. If anyone wants to take a look at that and correct smth, go ahead and message me :>

Despite the fancy name, this event is primary about Luke and Mithos going on a sight-seeing road trip lmao. Screenshots to accompany the script are taken from TimeFactor on YouTube.

SCENE 1

Martel: Hmm, I'm in trouble...

[ Luke and Tear enter ]

Luke: Hmm? Isn't that Mithos and Martel? What are you guys doing?

Martel: Oh. Luke and Tear. Hello. Hehe, it’s nice to see you two coming here together.

Tear: Wh-what? Martel, you’ve misunderstood...

Luke: Y-yeah! We both got hungry at the same time by chance! Besides, didn’t the two of you come to eat, too?

Martel: No... I was just talking to Mithos about Yuan.

Luke: Yuan? Is something going on with him?

Martel: No, nothing’s happened with Yuan himself. Yuan and I were talking about going out somewhere together.

Martel: But, when I asked everyone at the hideout for recommendations, I ended up with a lot of suggestions. I couldn't narrow it down to just one because they all sounded beautiful.

Mithos: So my sister came to consult me about it. I'm saying that Yuan should go wherever she wants to go.

Martel: That would take us all over Tir Na Nog. But, Yuan and I can’t be away for such a long time...

Mithos: Sister, I’ll go out and check everything for you. Use that as a reference to decide.

Mithos: It won't take long if I just look around a little bit, and Yuan won't complain if it's a place you’ve chosen, right?

Martel: I'm happy you would do that, but I'm worried about you going out alone. It's a big deal if monsters appear on the road or if you get lost, right? At the very least, it would be nice if someone was with you...

Mithos: I’m not a child, so don't worry. But sure... Genis is out, so I have to think of someone else...

Mithos: All right. Well then, Luke, can you come with me?

Luke: Huh, me!?

Mithos: It's not like you have something to do after this, right? So, can you hang out with me for a little while?

Luke: Well, I don't mind, but... Fine, then Tear, let's go with him!

Tear: Yes. If Luke is going—

Mithos: ……….

Tear: —No, I should stay behind. If the number of people in a group increases too much, it will be difficult to act. So, why not just you two go this time?

Luke: …Okay. Well, if that’s what she thinks, I shouldn’t force her...

Mithos: Absolutely. Well then, I'll go get ready.

Luke: What, hey—wait! Damn... I thought I’d at least get to eat some rice. Guess it can't be helped. Well, Tear, I'm going too.

Tear: All right, be careful.

[ Luke and Mithos leave ]

Martel: I'm sorry, Tear. You turned Luke’s invitation down because you thought Mithos didn’t approve of you going, right?

Tear: Please, don't worry about it. I understand that Mithos hates the human race. But even so, he makes a lot of concessions for us.

Martel: Thank you, Tear. It’s not that Mithos hates the people here, though. I suppose that he’s still afraid to open up.

SCENE 2

Luke: Heehehehe! This is the place I’d pick!

Mithos: It’s a bad idea to make a statue of a living person... but this is pretty bad in a different way.

Luke: Eh!? But Lloyd and the others also have statues.

Mithos: That sucks too. Except for Raine’s. ……I mean, you don't think Jade deserves one, right?

Luke: I doubt Jade would ever cover for me. He's a real piece of work. But, that's part of what makes Jade such a great friend.

Mithos: Hmm….

Luke: Anyway, this is what Daath looks like. Think we should move on to the next place soon?

Mithos: No, I want to observe things a little longer. Luke, go talk to the townspeople.

Luke: About what? Imperial soldiers rarely come around here. Didn’t you already know that?

Mithos: I’ve thoroughly read the documents from Karol’s Research Division.

Mithos: No, what I want to know is if there’s any trouble in the city. Even if it's something trivial, I have to check it.

Luke: Why are you so worried? Well, it’d be dangerous if a monster appeared, but Martel and Yuan aren't worried about that, right?

Mithos: I'm not worried about monsters, either. But, if something happens to my sister on his watch, I will kill Yuan. I will erase him so that not even a single piece of meat remains.

Luke: …Hey, hey, that’s nasty. Did you pick up Jade’s sense of humor?

Mithos: I’m not joking. Also, can you stop talking about that necromancer?

Mithos: It's my sister's nature... She always sticks her nose into things, so if there’s trouble she’ll definitely find it.

Mithos: It would be nice if Yuan stopped her, but regardless of when we first met, he's now determined to do whatever my sister wants.

Luke: Uh... I can't imagine looking at the two of them as normal. Martel knows about the hideout, so she’s avoiding Leia and Agria’s newspaper fights. (?)

Mithos: Right. I don't want a human to ruin my sister's precious time. I’ll thoroughly crush the buds of trouble at the first sight.

Luke: Well, okay. I didn’t expect you to be this good of a person.

Mithos: Are your ears broken?

Luke: It’s amazing that you're doing all this for your sister. I've never had that.

Mithos: It's natural because we're family.

Luke: Yeah. I don't have that kind of family...

Mithos: …Right. You’re a replica.

Luke: But, even so, I want to do my best for my mother, so I guess it’s just more complicated for me.

Luke: Alright then, let's do our best for Martel and Yuan!

Mithos: You’re a kind person, Luke... Thank you. Sorry for the trouble.

SCENE 3

Luke: Daath, Altamira, Arena, South Island...We’ve been traveling for a while, but this forest is the last place.

Luke: I thought there’d be monsters here, but it's surprisingly quiet.

Mithos: Yes. I think my sister can relax here.

Luke: So, have the candidates been narrowed down?

Mithos: Mostly. But, in the end, I don’t know which one my sister will pick.

Luke: All right. …Hey, Mithos. Can I ask you about something I’ve been wondering?

Mithos: What?

Luke: Why did you ask me to come with you? Even if I was the first person you saw, you would have been fine with someone else, right?

Luke: Besides, you could have convinced Martel to let you come without someone in the first place...

Mithos: Yes, I’m sure I could have persuaded her, but I'm sure she'd worry about me anyway, so I just thought it would be easier to go with an honest idiot.

Luke: If you wanted an honest idiot, you could have asked Lloyd.

Mithos: He's just stupid. He's not as honest as you think he is.

Luke: Even if that’s true, he’s still a good guy.

Mithos: You sound like Genis...

Luke: It can't be helped. I’m an “honest idiot". But I think you’re a nice guy, too.

Mithos: Me? You sure say some funny things. You know what I did in my original world.

Luke: I do. But, I'm responsible for some truly terrible things too...

Luke: Ah, it's not like I'm trying to ignore what I did in my old world. I’m trying to look at both the bad and the good...

Mithos: …I see. Putting Lloyd's evaluation aside, I can accept your words. Thank you.

Luke: I actually want to thank you too. People… don’t usually rely on me for things, so being asked to come with you today made me a little happy.

Mithos: …Luke, let me give you some advice. If you stay this honest, bad people may try to use you someday.

Luke: Uh, yeah. You have a record for that so I should be careful around you.

Mithos: Fufu……. Well, Luke, if anyone from this world takes advantage of you, I’ll take care of them.

Luke: Seriously!? Then Jade’ll be the first to go. All right!

Luke: Hey, Mithos. If you ever need help again like today, give me a call. Let's go somewhere together again!

Mithos: …Yes. I'll give it some thought.

Mithos: Oh, that’s right. I owe you something for your help today, so if there's anything I can do for you, I'll lend you my strength.

Luke: Eh? I can really ask for anything?

Mithos: Well, if I can—Hey, Luke. Look over there.

Luke: !!

LAST SCENE

Martel: Welcome back, Mithos. And thank you, Luke, for going with Mithos.

Luke: No, no. I didn't do much and it was Mithos who did his best...

Tear: Luke, what's wrong? Your face is kind of red.

Luke: Beh, nothing! Anyway, Mithos has something to give Martel.

Martel: Eh, Mithos?

Mithos: —Take this, Martel.

Martel: My! What beautiful white flowers. It reminds me of fandalia flowers. Where did you get these?

Mithos: We found them in the woods where we last stopped. I picked a few because I thought they would look good on you.

Martel: Thank you, Mithos. I’ll cherish them. I'll put them in a vase and place it in my room right away.

Tear: If I'm not mistaken, Sophie and the others had a vase that looked good with these flowers. I’ll ask if you can borrow it.

Luke: Oh! Tear, wait a minute!

Tear: What is it, Luke?

Luke: Oh... Um...This is for you, Tear!

Tear: What? This flower... you picked one for me too...?

Luke: This... It looks a bit like the flowers in Tataroo Valley, doesn't it? That's why... I brought it back with me...

Tear: Luke...! Yes, it looks like a Selenia flower. Thank you, I’ll take good care of it.

Martel: Good for you, Tear. And Luke... fufu, you're a kind boy, too. You wanted Tear to be happy.

Luke: N-no, ah, I said we should go home after Mithos finished picking flowers and that, I mean, since I was already waiting and it was right there... Uhhh... um...

Luke: Right, a-anyway! Mithos! You owe me that favor, remember!?

Mithos: I remember, are you sure about using me for this?

Luke: Oh, I'm sure!

Mithos: …Sword practice, right? I don't mind, but I was taught by a strict teacher. It’s alright if I don’t hold back, right?

Luke: Yeah! I don’t mind at all!

Mithos: Then Martel, I'm going to spend a bit of time beating up Luke.

Luke: Haa!? You think you’re the only one not holding back!? Tear, I’ll see you later!

[ Luke and Mithos depart ]

Tear: Luke... I'm glad you had fun. At the very least, I want you to stay healthy and enjoy your time here...

Martel: Well... I hope that Mithos will gradually regain his old smile. Even if the world doesn't allow it, I...

Martel: Let's keep watching over them, Tear.

Tear: Yes. I made a promise to him. I promised that I would always watch over Luke.

#tales of the rays #tales of the abyss #tales of symphonia #luke fon fabre #mithos yggdrasil #martel yggdrasill #tear grants #if anyone has any corrections pls pls let me know and i'll change this so fast #im not gonna pretend a machine translation is anywhere close to being as good as someone who actually knows japanese #but i still really wanted to share this with more people cuz #it's so cute #anyway this whole event is basically #Mithos: i've known luke for 5 minutes and if anything happens to him i'll kill everyone in this room #nix translates

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bomberqueen17 · 2 years

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tired

so I went in to work briefly on Monday, and with the manager’s approval, brought home a VCR and the little digitizing machine, and several boxes of VHS tapes that were waiting for me to get to them this week. So i’m running VHS transfer orders, which ties me to the kitchen table. But that’s fine because I also am doing all the cooking and all the dishes and all the cleaning-- the kitchen had not been cleaned in the week during which I was away either, so there’s a lot-- and so I’ve been tied to the kitchen all day anyway.

I also did a huge grocery shopping trip, since I tested negative for COVID again but who knows if that’ll last, and there’s fucking nothing in the house. Like I picked up a few things at the farm but all the staples I rely on, we’ve run low on stock and Dude does all the grocery shopping and is fucking allergic to the concept of stocking up. He will buy whatever is on the list, but he won’t like, use the last jar of pasta sauce, think to himself “we use this in unplanned meals all the time and it’s shelf-stable, I should get more”. No, it’s when it’s fallen to me to save the day by coming up with a meal when we’ve got nothing planned, and I’m like I know, spaghetti, and he’s like oh I used up the sauce and we have no more.

BUY MORE

anyway. I did make a list of Always Check If We Have This And If Not, Buy It a while ago, and he’s good about that, but there always wind up being things like.... spaghetti... blease why don’t we have any spaghetti in this house a box is shelf-stable for like ten years just buy more of it if you don’t know if we have any.

Anyhow. I went to two different grocery stores and dropped three figures at each one, which didn’t feel great, but now we Have Shit, so if i get sick too and we can’t leave the house, we can have food.

(Do we have local friends who could shop for us? You’d think so, but Dude never speaks to any of his family, not for any reason, but he doesn’t, so there’s nobody we’re on the kind of terms of “hey we both have COVID, can you run to Wegmans and get these five things for us?” Nope! Sigh.)

So, anyway, I’ve done about two hours’ worth of shopping, two hours’ worth of dishes and cleaning, an hour of laundry, and six hours’ worth of video transfers.

And I cooked three meals. And the last one looked like this:

Someone said “breakfast for dinner” and I was seized by a Sudden Mighty Need for waffles, so I made waffles and breakfast sausage, and topped it with whipped cream from a can and some fresh strawberries and some frozen blueberries because i deserve that.

But the thing that’s really getting to me is that I’m lonely.

I got Dude isolated in the spare bedroom, which has a back door that goes out onto the sunporch out back, which acts as our summertime living room. So he’s there, it’s comfortable, he has a bed, a desk, a couch, and a table, it’s right next to the bathroom so he doesn’t have to walk past me, and he’s fully 100% isolated from the kitchen so I can do all that work in there without needing to wear a mask.

But it means I can’t see him or hear him. And it means I can’t talk to him. We did a video chat at one point, but his throat is so sore he can’t really speak. And mostly when we hang out, we hang out quietly, just next to each other on the couch, and he’ll show me videos and things, and I’ll read him things I find that are funny. It’s hard to do that over video chat.

Last week was my week away from him. Next week will be my week away from him. This week, it sucks to have him locked away in a different room and we can’t see or hear each other. It’s a lot! And I hate it. And I’m getting annoyed and tired, always doing the cooking and the cleaning and the shopping, and just carrying him a tray of food and getting back a tray of dishes left on the hallway floor. it gets old. It’s sad. and I’m just.

Well I’m tired.

But I don’t have the plague so I guess I’ll take it. :/

#covid-19 #current life #about the author #that quarantine lyfe

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year

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Getting the hang of things: 12, Clara and the kids try to take a normal human family vacation together and things don’t go as planned.

Happy Twelve Day, everyone! It’s still 12.12 where I am, so meh this is going up.

2190 words; one of my favorite inconsequential personal headcanons for Coal Hill if Clara continues teaching there is that the Eleven expy coworker eventually becomes headmaster, because why the fuck not; makes mention of the very angsty ch.33 (tumblr/FFN/AO3); sorry I’ve had severe OP brain rot the past half year please take this in penance (though I’ve got a lot more for it than DW coming sorry not sorry); friendly reminder to not interact with wildlife unless you are with an expert and the Doctor does not count as an expert; not really thoroughly beta’d, but if I find something egregious I’ll fix it for now I’m just tired

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

All Clara really wanted was to go to the seaside. Just a seaside holiday with her husband and children… was that too much to ask?

The first reason it was deemed unattainable, it was because she had her time off request denied. She went directly to the headmaster’s office, as she was not in the mood to do anything else, and confronted him directly. She had the available time, there was no testing or other things going on then, her husband already had his time approved at his work (though, she did not mention that his time was automatically approved being as one saved the ability to tell a minor cosmic deity “no” for special occasions), so what was the problem…?

“Sorry, Clara,” the headmaster apologized. “I thought you knew.”

“…knew what, Adrian?”

“That’s the week of the Year Sevens’ class trip.”

Everything came rushing back to her in a rush of mortification. Yes, the Thursday and Friday she requested was when the Grade Sevens were going to Loch Lomond for a camping and culture excursion. She even was going to chaperone, since her “step-children” were on the trip this year. How in the bloody hell did she forget…? Wracking her brain quick as she could, she tried to think about when she could have possibly volunteer and then immediately forget the entire thing…?

Oh.

“Did you get me to agree to this… say… late September, early October…?”

“October 3rd, actually. I’ve got the paperwork here.”

“Adrian… you know I’m out of sorts around then,” she groaned.

“I had to get the list of adults ready, you know that,” the headmaster defended gently. He was one of the few who knew of her… particular family situation and all the intergalactic implications involved, and had known from the start. “Any other empty long weekend is yours, no questions.”

“Then I guess I’ll talk with the Doctor when I get home,” she sighed. She rubbed her temples as she felt a headache coming on, her attention stolen when the headmaster placed a couple stacks of papers on his desk. “Adrian Thomas Davies, what the bloody hell is that?”

“Not much,” he shrugged. “Since you mentioned him, we do need to discuss the Doctor…”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The second reason that a regular family holiday was perfectly unattainable was due to the fact that… well… screw it, there was a lot of reasons, and they all kept piling up at a rapid pace.

Missing his tobacco habit for the first time in nearly two millennia, the Doctor stood surrounded by five dozen tweens who were wound up and excited for the fact they were on a trip away from home. He looked over at a pair of fathers who had also come along, envious at their excuse for a smoke break, the act of which brought them more than a few yards away at a designated stand at the edge of the carpark. It wasn’t even something he could magically pick up again for the duration of the trip, because one puff and Clara would be absolutely livid. Instead, he was surrounded by his children’s classmates, nearly all exuding a sort of energy he was not used to encountering, all because Clara accidentally volunteered him.

“Dad?” He glanced over and saw Alison staring up at him. “What's wrong?”

“I don’t know,” he lied. What was wrong was that he was currently risking a lot in order to be there for the trip. He was still taking the time off at the end of the week, but at the same time, he was also currently at the office, helping disassemble some extraplanar tech thanks to the scientific wonder that was the TARDIS. “How’re you holding up, Aly? You and Jim alright?”

“Yeah—he’s over with Auntie Nellie and Mum,” the girl said, pointing vaguely behind him. He turned and saw Clara and an Osgood—the only reason he was able to get away with a normally-contract-breaching use of time travel—as they attempted to corral some of the more energetic students. Although there were still other adults there to help out, there was not much being done to help the general chaos of sixty London-raised children getting ready to spend a week camping in Scotland. James was almost clung to Clara, which made his father chuckle. There was so much happening that it was a bit scary even for him.

“Dr. Oswald-Smith?” The Doctor looked and saw one of the wee terrors staring at him curiously. “When did you move to London from Scotland?”

“I moved to London from Gallifrey about two thousand years ago, in 1963,” he grunted. The tween scowled and looked at Alison.

“Is he going to be like this the whole trip?”

“He gets better,” Alison assured. The student shrugged and went off to another cluster, allowing the girl to glare at her father. “Don’t ruin this for us!”

“Ruin what?”

“Friends!” At that, he knew precisely what it was she meant: they needed to be able to interact with their new peers with little judgement. They had not yet been with these classmates for a year—as “transfer students”, they were on thin ice. That explained her outburst and irritation.

“Don’t worry, kiddo—I’m not looking to ruin anything,” he assured. The Doctor watched as she stormed off and joined her classmates. A pang of guilt struck through him—she was embarrassed by him.

“I see that look on your face.” He glanced over and saw Clara standing there, having abandoned Osgood to be devoured by rabid tweens or whatever was going on over on the other side of the carpark. “Don’t act like you’re surprised or anything.”

“Some normal family holiday this is turning out to be,” he noted. She just shook her head and sighed. “That’s what we wanted, right?” He bent down and they pecked their lips together—can’t show too much affection, after all.

“For the time being, anyhow,” she replied. She handed him a copy of the itinerary; it was decidedly packed with activities for the kids, which meant few breaks for the adults. “Think you can handle our group for the time being?”

“If our group isn’t stolen by the meme master over there,” he said, gesturing over towards Osgood. She and a small child looked like they were having a dance-off, with other adults watching carefully on from a distance. Clara made a note to invite Osgood back if they were running short on chaperones in the future—she was surprisingly good with the kids. “Let’s just get this over with, and then we can go on as normal. It’s only fair.”

“…to whom…?”

“Neither of us, I can tell you that.” Something over on the other side of the carpark caught his eye and he groaned internally. “None of these pudding-brains should know what the mechanics for trimonoclyde fusion is, correct?”

“Considering I have no idea what you just said…?”

“I’ll be right back—watch Osgood’s pockets. I think we’ve got thieves in our midst.” The Doctor went off to where there were some children huddled around a rock in order to confiscate something.

This was going to be a ride, that was for certain.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

As it turned out, camping with so many tweens was not a wise idea, both the Doctor and Clara found out. Their children? They weren’t being the best, but they were manageable. It was many of the rest of the children—not to mention a couple of the adults—that grated on their nerves. Between students attempting to run off into the woods and the adults’ inane banter and members of both groups attempting to wander off at different points to find a town (and therefore, wifi), things were beginning to get complicated.

“Remind me to throw your boss into a supernova when we get back,” the Doctor groused as he sat down next to Clara. The pair of them were taking the early watch in their half of the camp, making sure that no one decided to sneak off. All of the tents opened towards them, which admittedly was a big help, but it was still a two-person job at the very least. With the loch to their backs and the other watch pair further off, it could have nearly been considered private.

“You will not be doing anything to Adrian… and no calling in favors on him,” she warned. She poked the fire in front of them with a stick, agitating the logs so more could catch fire properly. “This part’s nice, at least.”

“I thought you hated bonfires.”

“I do—I’m talking about the quiet.” She leaned back and looked up at the stars, the fact they were even there an incredible thing to see for someone who normally lived in London. Smiling, Clara continued to stare as she leaned against the Doctor’s shoulder.

“What are you looking at?” he asked.

“Stars.”

“You see them all the time when we’re out in the TARDIS.”

“True, but I don’t often get to see them while on Earth,” she reasoned. “Even now, the village is close enough that we don’t really see everything.”

“It’s a shame, because everything looks amazing from here.” She turned her head to see that he was looking directly at her, without any regard for the sky above or the tents they were supposed to be minding. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly before wrapping an arm around her and tucking her head under his chin. “We’ll have to do this on our own when we’re feeling up to camping.”

“A camping permit for just the four of us?”

“I was thinking a little something pre-permits.” Clara could then feel the Doctor tense. “Did you see that?”

“See what?”

“I think I saw something over by the back tents.”

“A wildcat, I bet.”

“Possibly, but let me see.” He grabbed a torch and stood, heading back over towards the rear of the encampment. Shining the torch around, he didn’t catch anything. “Huh. Nothing. I guess it was my imagin—”

At that, a wildcat did indeed jump out from behind a tent and hissed at the Doctor. The Time Lord stared at it, unimpressed.

“I’d change your attitude if I were you,” he said. “No one’s here to steal your kills.”

A yowl and a hiss escaped the cat, the hairs on its back standing on-end.

“They’re a bunch of kids—kittens, if you will—and although yes I admit some of them are losing that thing that makes them cool, most of them are rather brilliant.” The wildcat did not yield. “Aren’t you the pleasant one?”

“Doctor? Should I get Osgood?”

“Naw—it’s just a cat,” he said.

Soon as the words left his lips, the wildcat attacked. The feline jumped at him, meowing loudly. Other cats then started popping out from the wood, all of them attempting to climb at him and bite or swipe at his ankles and knees. He tried to shoo them away to no avail; they kept coming, somehow all swarming him. Students and other chaperones alike began poking their heads out of their tents to see what all the commotion was about.

“Dr. Oswald-Smith, are you alright?” one of the chaperones asked blearily. The wildcat nearest her hissed violently, forcing her to retreat back into the tent.

“It’s always you getting into trouble like this,” Clara groaned. She suddenly appeared at his side with the broom left to them by the parks people, trying to bat the wildcats away without hurting them. A few got the hint, but most kept attacking. The Doctor made a run for the loch, wading into the shallow bit before the cats began to rethink leaving him alone. One, however, lunged up and at him, knocking him fully over into the water. By now their entire side of the camp was awake and staring at the scene, along with some from the other half, with James and Alison looking on in horror.

“This is an absolute disaster,” James squeaked. The cat that knocked over his father jumped back to shore and bounded through camp and into the wood, disappearing as silently as it appeared.

“Disaster doesn’t even cover it,” Alison groaned. She looked at the three girls that she was sharing a tent with and scowled. “Would you believe me if I said this wasn’t the weirdest thing I’ve seen happen to him?”

“I believe it, Ozsmith,” one of them replied. They watched as the Doctor dragged himself out of the loch, absolutely sopping wet. “Maybe that’s the story behind the monster up in Ness?”

“Knowing Dad? Probably had something to do with it.”

If they asked, then yes, of course he had something to do with the sensation up in Loch Ness. To be honest, he’d had Victoria and Jamie take turns recording the whole thing. Yet right now? In front of most of his children’s Human classmates? In the cold? Under the scrutiny of half a dozen torches? He was just lucky that the TARDIS was able to tone down his cursing over such a long distance.

#Whouffaldi #Whouffle #Clara Oswald #Twelfth Doctor #Aly Oswald Smith #Jim Oswald Smith #Petronella Osgood #she's featured anyhow #Adrian Davies #kinda #Doctor Who #fan fiction #replies #Greyface replies #idk if it's one of you or a bunch of you but i also got some persistent anoning that i am respectfully asking to chill lol

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ramenaddicted · 2 years

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WIP: Trouble in paradise: Fem!reader x MHA polyship fic. Chapter 1.

Synopsis: The reader goes on a vacation with one of their beaus but Keigo neglected to tell the others. More like Keigo excluded the others from the planned vacation getaway just to have the reader all to himself. People get food poisoning and the reader is not letting anything stop their vacation, not even an old flame.

Characters: Keigo Takami (Hawks), Shouta Aizawa (Eraserhead), Rumi Usagimiya (Mirko), Kai Chisaki (overhaul), and Dabi

Tags: polyship, food tampering, alcohol consumption,

Cw: Food poisoning, food tampering, Fem bodied reader, black reader, polyship, angst, comedy, and fluff.

Wc: 803, just a tad over.

AN: I wrote this with the manifestation of my vacation days being approved. Guess who gets a three day vacation for their birthday?

The smell of chlorine and the feel of the comforting summer breeze on my skin are incredible. A clear blue pool, my gorgeous man by my side, and no annoying phone calls make, makes for an exhilarating getaway. Perfection is the only word that comes to mind when I casually stare at the chiseled pro hero lounging next to me in the summer blaze. Keigo had requested some time off and wanted to spend it with me on my vacation. I also had vacation time to use, but I didn't have to give someone food poisoning to get it.

When the conversation of vacation time came up, Keigo was all for going to a resort that most pro heroes use for their vacations. Knowing I would be in the safest place in the world with other pro heroes, I agreed to the vacation spot. Before I knew it, my vacation was approved and Keigo took me shopping. During a trip to the mall for clothing and other essentials, I wondered about my other loves. I am part of a polyamorous relationship with three Pro heros and two rehabilitated villains, sounds complicated, right?

Well, it is, Dabi-I mean Touya, can’t stray from the designated places he’s allowed to be at; as per some of the conditions of his release. Kai’s conditions are more restrictive, he has to wear an ankle monitor and has to wear a quirk suppression cuff at all times. As for my pro hero lovelies; Shouta is too busy with hero work, teaching, and patrols. Rumi is always brawling with villains or the media, and Keigo is always at the beck and call of the hero comission. Clearly, vacations would be non-existent for any of us, but when I talked to Keigo about it, he was all too happy to start planning and finalizing things. That’s around the same time a couple of big shots at the commission started getting sick.

The resort is a tropical oasis, sun rays beaming down on my bikini-clad breasts, Keigo lying in the shade; relaxing comfortably on his stomach in a lounge chair. The smell of chlorine isn’t nauseating as I thought, other patrons of the resort have various smells, some a bit unpleasant and others just smell like sunblock. My nose wrinkles as I continue to lounge in my chair and listen to the sounds of jovial merrymaking. The towel-covered lounge chair is my oasis as my muscles relax into the overpriced towel. Sunglasses cover my face to block out some of the offensive rays, if Keigo was coherent he would certainly agree.

The comforting silence is accidentally disturbed as I hear the clinking of ice and glass.

"And one hurricane for the miss." A waitress said as she placed the drink on the small side table next to me.

Keigo sits up at the intrusion, "I'm sorry, I didn't order anything." I calmly replied to the waitress.

She gives me a small chuckle as she directs my attention to one of the other guests at the pool. Tall, pale, and ripped are the only words to describe the ravenette. Dark eyes with a small scar under his left eye light shadow underneath them, swimming shorts that hug his hips oh so deliciously, and let's not forget about his wet inky locks that stick seductively to his face.

Keigo huffs angrily through his nose as he looks at his fellow pro hero descending from the pool area.

"Kei, did you tell the others that we were going on vacation?"

Poor Birdy didn't have time to answer when a familiar haughty voice answered for him.

"No, this fucker did not!" Ah, I see what's going on, I thought as I started to sip on the tropical drink, "I take on a golem and you get to skate off with my bunny, fuck you Keigo!" Rumi yelled.

If there's one thing I will never learn is assumptions, never assume anything. Never assume that a timely placed vacation didn't come with Keigo purposely excluding the others. As Rumi grilled the avian hero for his underhanded tactics, another drink was sent via another cute waitress.

"Sorry to interrupt Miss, I have an appletini this time." Someone is really trying to send a message, my thoughts quake as I accept the drink with hesitation.

The waitress gives me a tepid smile as she walks away from the awkward situation. What was supposed to be a harmless vacation with the number two pro hero is quickly turning into a public view of my tumultuous relationship.

I sighed an air of irritation as I took heavy sips of the hurricane to my lips. With the heat, the states from Rumi and Shouta, and the free drinks; I chose not to be bothered by their tomfoolery, but I do need an explanation. The sweetness of the fresh orange juice and passion fruit juice and a hit of the rum starts to soothe my nerves as the chicken man explains himself.

#ramenwrites #polyship x reader #mha poly ship #shouta aizawa x reader #rumi usagiyama x reader #keigo takami x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #overhaul x reader #kai chisaki x reader

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actualsunflower · 1 year

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I never really talked about my surgery besides posting my ‘I lived bitch’ post on some of my sm after my surgery. I guess I’m a bit more ready to talk about it now though. It’s long so it’s under the cut. I’m feeling emotional

tw for talk of suicide and self harm also

Coming up to my surgery was terrifying. My depression got so bad, so fast, so intensely especially up to the last few months. I was working full time hours, doing commissions on top, saving 600 or more from each of my $800 checks, all the while barely getting sleep and not making enough to pay for everything I needed. My pets both ended up needing expensive vet trips which bit into my savings. I wasn’t getting much traction with my posts because everyone on tumblr and discord hated me. I have almost no friends, I wasn’t active on social media, I had lost the huge support group I was with before this. I was so depressed I can’t even remember the year. I remember bits a pieces, I remember sobbing every time my roommate an I tried to leave the house because of my chest and the binder and the way my clothes fit, I remember being so embarrassed by my body AND the crying over it in a household that isn’t supportive at all. I remember being so suicidal that I’d take walks by myself and watch the train and the cars with an empty mind and a numb body wishing I had the strength to jump in front of them. I remember staying awake unable to sleep, falling asleep on calls at work from my exhaustion. I remember each month that went by it got worse and worse. I december, I started cutting again with whatever I could find, I would break wine glasses and use bent bottle caps, I don’t even know if it hurt more because I couldn’t feel it. It was easy to play off because of my iguana's claws. I would call place after place trying get somewhere to write me a psych letter saying I was clear to get surgery because of my diagnosed schizophrenia, but nowhere in town or out would help. It wasn’t until the week before my surgery that I FINALLY found someone who went out if their way on their day off to write me that letter. I wanted to feel relief but I still didn’t have a ride yet, I still didn’t have all the funds. I was close but not close enough. My tax return would cover the rest, and my caretaker and I were splitting the cost of travel and the hotel. My tax return didn’t come. I felt sick every day waiting. I had a horrible panic attack one morning after another failed call to get a letter and my roommate had to hold me until I fell asleep on the couch during our work hours and went back to work when I woke up saying my power went out. Then the week came and something incredible happened. Someone messaged me asking how much I still needed. From all my work and savings I still needed over 1k. They helped me with this. I had the letters, after lots of fighting with people in the house we finally got a ride, this I had thought was all I needed. I couldn’t even believe it. I thought they were lying and I felt so sick. I cried so hard. I’m so grateful and I think about it every single day and I’m not exaggerating. I promised to pay them back and as soon as I was working again I did, and I’m still working on some art for them too though I feel bad it’s been taking so long. The day finally came to leave. My pcp had written a psychical health approval and we faxed it over, but on the MORNING we were in the car, on the road about to get on the highway I got a call from my dr. saying she won’t actual clear me anymore until I got more bloodwork. We quickly went and got my blood drawn before getting back on the road to Seattle from southern Oregon. I got a call just outside Salem. My bloodwork came back saying I had a potassium deficiency and she wouldn’t clear me anymore for surgery. My ENTIRE surgery was paid in full, our hotel rooms were paid in full, my surgery was in 2 days. I was devastated and horrified, we called my surgeon’s office and my dr over and over, we stopped in salem and I picked up a prescription they called in and I bought a ton of food and drinks in the car that had a lot of potassium and I ate and drank nothing else for the next 2 days, she told me check again once we get to Seattle after taking it 2 twice a day. We went on through portland and vancouver, Ive been there enough times but I’m always in awe of the big buildings and intricate paintings and bridges. We stopped close to tacoma at some tiny little town to go to the bathroom, I bought some potassium drink that I chugged in the car. I can’t remember what it tastes like but I do remember seeing some crows chasing a raven while I was standing outside the car. Tacoma was scary. It looks gross, there was some big ass dome? The buildings were ugly and the highways were terrifying. I saw a ferrero rocher museum when we got stuck in the wrong lane and had to figure out how to get back on the highway. I saw multiple bald eagles, they were awesome, I love birds a lot. We made it to Seattle, it was gorgeous. I didn’t know the space needle was orange. Before we got into Seattle, we went past the SeaTac airport. It was terrifying. I had NEVER seen airplanes that big in my entire life. They don’t even look like theyre MOVING when they’re in the sky, it was the absolute strangest experience in my entire life, and still is. i live literally right next to an airport at home, and the biggest thing I’ve seen is when the Ospreys occasionally stop in, other wise it’s tiny little planes, shipping companies and Reach helicopters. Those passenger planes are SO MUCH BIGGER than Ospreys. We went into tunnels, huge overpasses, it was weird. Seattle is covered in plants, walls were covered in ivy and it dangled from overpasses, it was really awesome. Though the landscape, it’s all identical to oregon. It didn’t even feel like we left the state. That night after getting settled into the hotel, we had some issues with a super dirty room with no working electric so we had to get another room which thankfully they didn’t charge more for, we went to some stores for supplies we couldn’t fit in the prius. I brought Nick with me for comfort and my paras plush. I went to a world market for the first time in my entire life. I bought some lavender honey from Spain, and that exact mushroom mug you always see all over the internet from there and a cute Toro toy from target. I felt so horrible. I was going to kill myself the next morning I kept thinking. I was so sure. I felt delighted that I was going to. I was so, so sure I was going to. I was going to take a walk because our hotel was in a little area with a barnes and noble, a few other stores. I was just going to walk off and ‘get lost’. But I was just a bit happy that I finally got to see Seattle and the airport, see something things I’d never seen before and gone farther away from home I’d ever been. We went to bed, it was hard and uncomfortable but my meds knock me out anyway. In the morning, we struggled to find a place to even get bloodwork done in Lynwood, we didn’t know where to go and it was hard to find a place even after calling very place that came up when google searching. That morning, I took twice the amount of potassium I was told because I wanted to make absolutely sure that bloodwork came back because if it didn’t, all my money, hard work, will to live, everything would be gone and I would die. We had complications getting the papers faxed over through states. My dr had to come in on a weekend for it. I am so grateful for her for doing all that for me. The lady at the desk was an older Asian lady, and she was super patient with me during the whole frustrating process of getting the work faxed. After getting my blood drawn by her, we left to await the results. We went back to the hotel, and my roomate and I decided to take a short walk down to the barnes and noble. I bought a shadow in riverclan and leopardstar’s honor, and one other of the triple novella ones. I sat in the starbucks and read the entirely of the graphic novel waiting for that call. We called them, no response yet. We walked back to the hotel, when they called. I was cleared, she wrote the letter and faxed it to my surgeon, and my surgeon called me saying the anesthesia guy would call me about 8pm to prep me. I hugged my friend and felt like I was going to cry but I was just so overwhelmed I couldn’t. I waiting for the call, he was extremely nice, and answered all my questions and was very very thorough, dispelled a ton of misinformation I had heard and put a lot of my fears to rest. I went to bed, my surgery was at 6:30am and I needed to shower and scrub with an antibacterial brush before we left. That morning we went in. They came out to the car and gave me and my friend a covid swab, which sucked ass. They called and told us to go in and meet them in the office. The entire building was made of glass, and I took a picture of the sunrise behind the glass building. We found the dingy stairs at the back of the fancy decorated building and took those because I was too scared to entire the elevator. I met the ladies in the room, we went back, they asked questions and drew all over my naked body with markers, I talked with the anesthesia guy again (he was an EXTREMELY tall older man who said he’d been doing this for 40 years.) I took a pregnancy test, then they had my roommate leave and took me to the operating room. I laid down on a weird bed, they put my legs on some weird thing that was alternating inflating and lifting my legs up. The anesthetist was asking me questions about my job while they prepped a ton of things that idk what any of it was. Then he stuck the IV in my hand, smacked it very hard, and the nurse put a mask on me and I was out in half a second. I started waking up still in the operating room. I was so delirious, but I could make out someone over me, and I asked? “*Friend?*” because I thought it was him but as my vision got better the lady laughed and said no. She was a short blonde white girl. My friend is taller and a Mexican dude. I really don’t know what I was thinking honestly but we both think it’s really funny still. I passed out again and when I woke up again I was in the waiting room and she was sitting next to me. I asked if I was at planned parenthood, I don’t really know why I thought I was there. She said no. I asked if I could drink caffeine and coffee, which she laughed and said yes. I was so tired and mumbling everything. I asked her how much weight I lost, she said 6 pounds. Apparently I took longer than normal to leave because I just kept going back to sleep. When I was up, the nurse told me “No peeking!!” about not moving or looking in my surgical binder. Eventually I was awake long enough and they put me in a wheelchair and down the elevator out to our car and we went back to the hotel. I barely slept that entire 9 days, it was crazy. Everyone kept saying you’d sleep so much, the whole time, but I just couldn’t it was loud, people were smoking in the building, the neighbors seem to live there in the hotel and they made some incredible smelling Indian food every single day. I took a picture of me with the HUGE surgical binder on in the mirror in the hotel room and posted it on social media saying ‘I lived bitch’ which prompted my brother to message me asking what happened as I hadn’t told a single person in my family what I was doing. My chest was so swollen that my collarbone was completely gone. I was being reminded every 6 hours to take medications, every morning and every night too. My next appointment came up, my first time seeing my chest. It was in Kirkland washington. The building was many stories, their was construction going on and it was very loud and shook everything, and we were underground. The elevator was strange and underground and worked backward, you had to press the buttons in the reverse order for them to work. I took the stairs instead, which was a very bad idea, but I was ok in the end and we made it to my appointment. She came in and took of my binder, i couldn’t stand up straight the nipple bolsters grossed me out so much. I couldnt move my arms and the penrose drains made my gag. I was very disappointed when I had to put the nasty looking binder back on for several more days. After the appointment we went back and my friend and his mom went to target for more supplies, and he bought me a ton of dinosaur toys I had been wanting and some other cool things for himself including a really neat rayquaza figure and some atla graphic novels and I bought a green shirt from target just to have a shirt I bought when I finally got surgery. My last appointment came up. We went to the appointment, at Carillon Point. I got the binder taken off, I got the bolsters removed and the drains taken out. Cutting the bolster stitches felt like nothing. The drains were the WEIRDEST THING I HAVE EVERRRRR EXPERIENCED. It didn’t hurt! But dear fucking GOD was it STRANGE. My nurse laughed and said everyone says that. She asked me how long I’ve been wanting this, and where we were from. She was shocked that my home town has less than 22k people and the biggest building is a 3 story bank. We went back outside, Carillon Point is a marina, and it was gorgeous, super clean, beautiful plants, an awesome view of Seattle over the water, a super cool nest where a bald eagle couple was sitting with each other (we got pics but they’re blurry lol). I got a coffee at the adorable fancy starbucks and we walked down to the floating docks. There were fancy cafes, a clothing shop, a salon and a restaurant, and a big bell and a clock that rang on the hour. It was cold and windy but very pretty. I saw a boat named “Her Idea”. I couldn’t even comprehend what I was feeling. i was wearing a jacket and shirt I’d worn for years before then. but it was different now. it just felt right. I wore that exact same jacket today. We took a few pics, then went back to the hotel. We had to leave the next day. When we got back to the hotel, my rm and I decided to walk to the bookstore again. Bad idea honestly because I was very dizzy and it made the swelling worse plus I still couldn’t really stand well. Next morning we packed up, I put my surgical binder back on and we drove all the way home, we took what google maps called a shortcut through a neighborhood that ended up taking up almost another hour, but it was ok because it was a very pretty neighborhood. We got home and I immediately took a shower and struggled to wash my hair but it felt so fucking good. I have completely forgotten the month of may. I can’t remember it at all. I just remember being annoyed about sleeping on my back since I’m a belly sleeper, and having to wear the binder to bed. Every day was weird, wearing clothes was weird but good. I love that green shirt I bought. I wear it all the time and it makes my chest look amazing. Life now is weird. I’m not suicidal at all anymore. It’s really weird. The feeling disappeared immediately. I don’t know what to do with my life. Not in the meme way but I really didnt think I’d make it this far. Now I’m here and I need to do something with myself. I’m still lonely all the time and I still have little to no friends. I want to make amends with some people an reach out more but the shame of my depression years holds me back. Some things that I never noticed before, some things that still make me feel that feeling: Seat belts. Wind. Biting cold wind, the sweat, the heat, itchy stuff. The chest bowl? You know the spot right between the pecks and above the belly that dips and it’s there even though I’m fat and it wasn’t there when I had breasts. Shirts from the side. Buttoning and zipping clothing. Leaning over. Reaching things. Stretching. Hugs and chest bumps. Crossing my arms, reaching from side to side with no resistance. Water touching my entire chest in the shower. Clothing in new sizes and old clothes pilling up. Just everything now.

But honestly, the best part? Is that I don’t think about it. It’s never in my mind anymore unless it’s a happy thing. In general I don’t think about it and it’s amazing. All that pain and frustration is gone. And it’s weird. It’s amazing and I love it. I hate it and I’m confused. Life is amazing now but it feels weird and terrifying that I have to live it now. Life is POSSIBLE now. Every single day I think about the people who helped me. I earned about 85% of it, the rest was from the kindness of others and I can’t even begin to put into words the kindness and happiness and gratefulness I feel. I feel like I could never repay these people in a meaningful way for what they gave me. I have been passing on when I can and donating when I find the posts and have the money to pass this along and I plan on making more donations once I pay my current medical bill (it’s going to collections on December 11th if I don’t pay it off LOL) and I am just so humbled. I hope some day I can be the same beacon of hope to someone here that people were for me. I’m trying my best

Thanks for reading this far if you did. I just feel like there’s been so much on my mind lately and I’ve not really got many people to let it out to. Just know that I am so, so eternally grateful for the help and support and I am doing everything I can to pay it back and pay it forward, I’ve been making a huge effort to donate and share when I can and I really hope we as a community can keep this going because it truly helps and truly saves lives. I know it really did save my life, this surgery did and this incredible community did

#sunflower posts #sentimental sunflower crying like a stupid baby idiot #long post

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decomposingpoet · 11 months

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6, 11, 21, 40, 32, 33, 31, 36, 39, 1, 26, 17, 19, 22

I'm sorry this is so random 😭

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No I love these tho ❤️❤️❤️ (I skipped the ones I already answered in my other posts btw)

11. Best friend?

My brother tbh. Like I'm more close to them than anyone else and I feel like our brains are literally the same and we can talk about anything. I don't know what I would do without them.

21. What I love most about myself

I guess it's my determination to do the right thing and be a kind person and work on myself no matter what. Also I like how much love I have for other people and the world in general and how I see beauty everywhere.

40. What I wish I could be

I'm not sure how to interpret this question but I guess I wish I could be a mental health therapist, which is possible for me in my future

33. What words make me feel the best about myself

I love it when people call me sweet it's like omggg that's what I'm trying to be thank you for noticing <3 and when people call me nice, kind or smart. Also, I love the words "gay" "lesbian" and "queer" when describing myself, it just feels so right ❤️❤️❤️

31. What my last text message says

"Bruh 💀"

36. Where I would like to live

In NYC (alot of queer communities), Canada (healthcare and just alot more chill than America in general), or some European country, probably in Scandinavia, because gay rights and walkable cities lol

39. My favorite ice cream flavor

Peach 😍😍😍

1. Age?

Umm I don't want to say the exact age but I'm a young teenager

26. Biggest pet peeves

When people touch their face or feet alot or pick at their skin 🤢

17. Someone you miss

My brother, he's away for a stupid trip 😩

19. A fact about your personality

I'm the kinda fella to be hella curious about other people's tea, but I will also never tell anyone a secret that I'm not supposed to tell

22. What I want to be when I'm older

A therapist but my parents don't approve please God make it work I'll believe in you if you do 🤞

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 2 years

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Three Little Changes (Part 7)

She doesn’t see Azula for a good while, not up close and personal anyhow, and she dreads the day that she does. Almost certainly, the girl is going to come back at her with a vehement hatred. Sometimes she sees her in the hallways, she is still with Mai and TyLee but they aren’t chattering and laughing like usual and Azula doesn’t linger at her locker any longer than she has to.

She never goes out of her way to encounter the other girl but today they cross paths.

Today Azula rams pointedly into her as she walks by. Katara supposes that she should have seen it coming, it was never uncommon for Azula to rudely shoulder her way past. Katara clutches her textbooks to her chest.

By the time she thinks to turn around and snap at Azula again, she has already disappeared around the corner.

She has gone and ruined her chance at never having to deal with that sort of thing ever again. But then again she can imagine Azula pretending to be her friend only to hurt her again later.

“Let me guess. Azula again?” Suki asks, noting her slouched posture.

“Things were going…well they were going somewhere and then I offended her.”

“Not hard to do from what I hear.” Suki shrugs.

“Yeah well…” she shrugs. “This time I think that she should have been offended she was trying to be nice and…”

“And you don’t owe her your forgiveness.” Suki cuts in.

“But I also didn’t have to make a certain remark. Maybe if I used a better tone it would have been good advice.” But the circumstances were dreadful and she had very much meant to make the comment as cutting as possible.

“So I take it that you’re going to continue sitting with Aang and I again?”

“I don’t think I ever really switched.” She taps her pencil against a sheet of notebook paper and sighs. “I can’t believe that Kuruk is late again.” Truthfully, she wouldn’t believe anything else of the teacher but it is a good way to change the subject. And just as the man proudly marches up to the front of the classroom.

“Guess who got all of us approved for a field trip to the Ember Theater!?” He declares. “We’ll be going to see their performance of our class reading. Since some people…” he side eyes Jet who sinks lower into his chair, “haven’t read a page of the assigned reading all year.”

.oOo.

The flier flutters in her hands. Katara skims it over once more. Apparently the event starts it six PM exactly and she doesn’t doubt that this particular function will start right on schedule.

“Are you sure that you don’t want to grab some ice cream with Aang, Toph, and I?” Sokka asks.

“Yeah, I’m sure, Sokka.” She smiles. “Thanks for asking.” She almosts asks him if he remembers that that’s where she and Jet used to go when they had been dating. She chuckles to herself; what a laughably short era of her life that had been. Although she can’t say that it had been a dreadful one.

Jet was nice enough, he had definitely given her some exciting adventures–late night beach walks and riding in shopping carts in empty parking lots among them. But after a while she had grown tired of hearing him talk about himself and his new car. Sometimes she thinks that he was more invested in the car than he was her.

Sometimes she wishes that she hadn’t broken up with him. He was annoying but he was charming. He didn’t make enough time for her but he was familiar and comfortable in that familiarity. They have only been neighbors since they were kids…

But Sokka hadn’t liked him very much.

He pretended to dislike Aang too.

And here she thought that father being away so often would eliminate the awkward, ‘no one’s good enough for my daughter’ type of spiel. She wishes that dad were around to give the vaguely intimidating speech.

She wishes that mother hadn’t died, maybe then dad wouldn’t have to work so extensively.

“If you change your mind Toph was going go take us to meet this Teo kid. He runs the arcade.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, Sokka. I’ve got a lot of homework to do.” And indeed her blue and aqua hibiscus backpack is quite brimming with assignments–most of them aren’t due until much later but she would like to get a head start on some of the larger projects.

So why then does she find herself wandering back towards the school building and past the double doors. It is disorientingly quiet so far after hours. She can hear the bouncing of her zipper and the thump of the little tube of sunscreen she has tethered to her backpack. The quiet is broken when she reaches the auditorium.

She cringes and mouths a sorry to a grumbling audience. A stern look from Long Feng tells her that her interruption is not appreciated. He sighs deeply and pushes a few buttons on a stop watch. “Apologies for the interruption. Kei Lo, you may start over.” He pauses. “As a reminder for you and a recap for our new arrival…”

Katara flushes as she slips into her seat. Azula shoots her a steely glare from the podium opposite Kei Lo.

“The topic is recreational boating on our coast. You are arguing against it and you were just about to talk about its environmental impact.”

Kei Lo nods. “Right, yes…”

Azula listens patiently as he lays out his argument. There is a slip of paper and a pencil resting on her podium but she doesn’t use it. Katara can’t imagine that she needs to. She has never seen Azula carry notecards to presentations and yet her delivery is always impeccable.

Tonight is no different. Her voice is silky smooth as she address and counters Kei Lo’s points. Katara can’t say that she agrees with a word of what Azula is saying, but she sure does make a damn good case.

Watching and listening to her now is very different from actually arguing with her. Here she has poise and eloquence. Here, she always has a rebuttal. Kei Lo cuts in several times and her rhythm remains unbreeched.

At the lunch table when insults are flying she never seems to know what to say. Of course when she does have a comeback on hand, it is a devastating one. A devastating one that is delivered almost as she serves her points here; suave and polished but with a dangerous hiss. With a slight narrowing of her eyes.

It occurs to Katara that she doesn’t know why she thought that this would be a good idea; listening to Azula debate is uncanny. It is cold and stoic and nothing like the revel and cheer of a surf competition.

.oOo.

Katara has been cleared to leave the hospital tomorrow and Azula is grateful for that. Grateful and anxious all at once. Things have been rather dull without their swim lessons and beach walks. She swallows, not that those will be resuming any time soon.

Azula slips into her chair at the table. “Good evening, father.”

Ozai looks up from his glass of wine. “How was your day?”

“It was alright I suppose. I was elected as a candidate to be the captain of the volleyball team but Mihara broke her ankle so we might be moving forward with the season without her.” It will be weird not watching her silly pigtails bounce about as she chases after the ball. And weirder still to not have her as a right hand woman. No one seems to work as well with her as Mihara.

“No matter.” Ozai dismisses. “You will have a strong season and make me proud.”

Azula nods.

“Have you heard from your brother yet?”

She shakes her head. “No father.” And technically it is true, he hasn’t called her so she hasn’t heard from him. But she had seen him with Ruon Jian headed towards the hemp shop. She makes a mental note to talk with him about that later. He certainly doesn’t need to give father another reason to want to send him off to live with Iroh. She doesn’t particularly want him to go, it would be terribly lonely.

Ozai sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I tell that boy to be back home by dinner.” He jabs a fork into his stake. “I also expected you to be home earlier…”

“Practice ended late.” She clears her throat. “Sort of. Coach June wanted to speak more with me about the captain position.”

“Very well.” Ozai nods.

“I will be going to visit Katara at the hospital tomorrow. She’s getting out.”

His expression darkens again as he chews his stake. He daintily dabs at the corners of his mouth. “That girl is a distraction. She always has been.”

She hasn’t yet taken a bite of her stake but Azula swallows anyways.

“She’s a worse distraction now than when the two of you had that feud.”

“It’s fine, father. I manage my time well.”

He quirks a brow. “And when she gets dependant? She lost a leg, she’s going to need a lot of assistance and that will take up a lot of your time. What are you going to tell her when she starts asking you to sacrifice that time.” Azula opens her mouth to speak but father continues first. “You have aspirations and you won’t let her get in the way of those, will you?”

“Of course not, father.”

His lips press into a thin line.

“I’ll tell her to take care of herself. She’ll need to learn to do that anyhow.”

And father smiles. He gestures to the stake. “Go on, the chef cooked and spiced it exceptionally tonight.”

Azula tries to return that smile. But the swell of pride that she usually feels at his approval isn’t so warm this time.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Katara #Azutara #Fanfiction

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starocean · 1 year

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not to be an asshole or a whiner but i have been stressed and need to rant a little to let it out so please feel free to ignore, it’s just work related stuff

(technically they’re all my coworkers, but i don’t wanna use names so i just refer to them like this)

so, coworker got into an accident and she’ll be out for the next four days. no big deal, i can push my vacation back even if i am the tiniest bit sad i can’t take it rn. i won’t even lie about that. but i’m not at mad at her at all.

but i am upset that my manager didn’t even offer to let me take next weekend off. she just told me we’d talk about me taking vacation time. and that kind of set me off and i spent like a whole hour crying because i’m just. so tired. i work six days a week. in the last three to four months, i have worked multiple 9 to 13 day “weeks” without a single day off. i rarely ever ask for time off, and what time off i do get is usually interrupted by work for some reason or other, even during vacation. i have an autoimmune disorder that makes me physically weaker than i used to be. just a few days ago, i had to stop doing stock because my shoulders were causing me so much pain i was almost nauseated and fighting back tears.

i’m not like the asm, who bitches and bitches and bitches and bitches when she can’t take time off (who, by the way, spent most of last year trying to get out of work and almost got let go for being a liability bc she kept getting injured at work and filing for worker’s comp. which seems unfair but these injuries were all extremely minor, so minor that a doctor wouldn’t even give her more than a day off work bc it wasn’t necessary, and all happened in less than six months. and when you’re the only one getting injured but your coworkers aren’t and none of the customers are reporting anything hazardous, HR starts getting suspicious. they told her they were going to start investigating her if she reported another injury too soon, and guess what? she stops getting hurt. amazing. she only wanted the worker’s comp bc it would get her more time off work while giving her a paycheck, but that’s not the point.

and she also had the fuckin’ audacity to lie about my performance to the sm, and yes i am still upset about that bc i’ve actually done way more than the asm has and the sm’s even said so herself, like fuck the asm for real i cannot stand her)

she’s gotten mad at me before for requesting vacation time before she puts her request in, and even angry at me for getting the rare satuday off bc she thinks she’s the only one who deserves a saturday off, apparently. i don’t get weekend days off much. like 99% of my off-days are during the week. she also acts like she’s the only one to work 9 to 13 days in a row without time off, and she hates being contracted on all of the above. i’ve had to show her our schedules before and go back month by month showing her what days she worked and had off compared to what i did. as you can guess, she was not happy about the physical proof being put in front of her lmao.

(and let me get this off my chest real quick because this one really fuckin pissed me off. this fuckin cunt tried to get me to come in on a day off that i specifically requested and was granted to be able to take care of my mother after her surgery. one of the newbies quit, and she sends me a text saying, “so-and-so quit, i need you come in and work tonight.” and of course i told her sorry ass no, that i had to be there for my mother. not sorry at all, my family and their health takes priority over work, especially since that was scheduled time off approved by the sm. the fucking disregard you have to demand i come in despite knowing i’m watching over my mother’s health. cover the damn shift yourself, asshole.)

the only time i have ever spoken up about not having certain days off is when i’d been given a saturday off and the sm tried to take it from me without even attempting to communicate with me about it. and then she tried to guilt trip me for that by saying she would have to pull a double, and i had to hold myself back from saying something snarky about how it’s literally her job, as per corporate policy, to fill in for an employee who cannot make their scheduled shift if no other employee can cover it. i was also miffed she didn’t even bother asking if i was okay with that. like, she didn’t say shit to me about it. no text message, no phone call, nothing from any other employee. nada. she got the next day off anyways, so idk why she was bitching. maaayybee she should have had the courtesy to, oh i dunno, ask me if i could cover? but she didn’t, so no i don’t feel bad about her pulling that double shift. ANYWAYS, not the point. i mean, sort of.

anyways, kind of tying back into the first part: coworker got hurt, and i volunteered to coworker directly that if she needed me to give up my vacation to cover her shifts, i would. we don’t always get along, but we definitely get along better than the asm and I do. maybe this is petty, atp i don’t really care, but the asm thanked me for volunteering. and i had to fight not to tell her to fuck off, that i wasn’t doing it for her, i was doing it for my coworker. it was the right thing to do, and if coworker had wanted to, she could’ve called it a favor for switching days with me once when i’d gotten too sick to attend work a few months ago. and i knew damn well that the asm wouldn’t give up any of her time off to fill in, bc she’d outright rejected mine and other coworkers’ requests for us to switch shifts when we’d been too sick or hurt to come in, and has often refused to cover shifts for employees who quit. obvious pattern of behavior there.

basically i’m just, like. bummed out. and burned out. i have dedicated so much time to this job with nothing to show. a shitty wage that i can’t even get a raise on bc i’ve apparently “hit the cap” for my position (bunch of fucking bullshit honestly), and my physical and mental health deteriorating by the minute. (which, i know that seems stupid to say after having a possible opportunity to get a different job, but all the research i put into that one (which i should’ve done first. hindsight is 20/20) showed it wouldn’t be much better than my current job. who knows. if i get desperate enough, i may just try my shot with them again.) and little time off.

i just want decent time off. to just sit at home and relax, and not be bothered by something work related unless it’s an emergency.

i’ll delete this later

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