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piraticalarchive · 3 years

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okay so for everyone who hates big corporations and management who takes advantage of their employees.. this one’s for you. it’s long but .... i find it completely hilarious.

so a brief recap: amy got fired back in march from a huge international retailer, yes? when things first started like they were going south, i worked on really re establishing a relationship with my brother who is like one level below C-suite (cfo, ceo, etc etc) of that same company because i had an idea in mind. March rolls around, amy gets fired .. and I’m like .. okay. time to put this in motion. but stress and depression obviously took the motivation away from me, but i continued to keep that line of communication up with my brother. we started talking weekly, sometimes twice a week via an actual call. well, i’m finally feeling better .. so this week i finally put my plan in motion. here’s how it went

stage 1: i sent a text to my brother asking if i applied to the store in my area if i could use him as a reference. he said, of course but every store is hiring so i’d look at any store besides that one. (which is already fucking hilarious but i digress) ... so i call the store and one of the managers who sat in on amy’s firing answers when i ask to speak to someone involved in hiring (oh lucky day). I start off with “hi! I’m sorry to bother you, but I’ve been looking for a job thats a bit of a change of scenery and my brother is the *insert position name* and works in *insert headquarters location* and he recommended i give the company a try despite that I had a less than stellar experience last time”. And this manager FALLS OVER telling me they are hiring for so many positions blah blah blah and then at the end when i’m like “thanks for the information! I’m definitely going to apply!” she’s like “of course! I’ll give our hiring manager your information so she can pull it immediately. Whats your name?” and i give my name and suddenly its just dead fucking silent... because they know who I am and they know that I’m in a relationship with amy and that i know what they did. But she recovers and is like ‘can’t wait to see your application!’ .. so.. okay. stage 1 was a success. but then, enter...

unexpected event: the store manager himself calls me. Starts off with some small talk, finally gets around to saying ‘so I hear you’d like to come back and work for us? I was looking at your previous application and I didn’t see any mention of the relation you talked about when you called”. And I’m like “oh, yeah... I don’t like using stuff like that because I’d prefer to get in on my own merit and skills and not by a family member’s position. Plus its like that show undercover boss, you know? I get to see what the place is like before they know. BUT given with what happened to amy, I was unsure if I’d even be considered without a reference like that” and he laughs nervously and is like “i totally get it. So did anyone know that you had a brother in that position?” and I’m like “oh i mentioned it once in passing to [amy’s manger] but I just said my brother was in corporate and there are a lot of levels so i think he just left it at that” and the store manager is like ‘haha yeah different levels but thats like ... its own level...” and we talk a little bit and he’s like “what made you want to come back?” and I’m like “like i mentioned before, the amy thing really threw me off. I was angry and the good thing about siblings is you don’t have to sugarcoat stuff. So I went to my brother and was like this is how you treat people?? are you kidding?? what about job security?? and i sent him the picture amy had snapped of her discharge papers where it listed the reason and he told me that, and everything else I yelled at him about, wasn’t the company’s way and that the store had seriously violated something. So for one, I now know that isn’t actually something that should have happened and two, i inadvertently brought this store to corporate’s attention and there are a lot of good people who work here, and they don’t deserve the consequences of that, so I want to help make it right” and he’s fucking sweating yall, I can hear it over the phone. and he’s like “fill out your application and put whatever you want down and we’ll call you and talk about positions and we can find a way to give you what you want” and I’m like “oh, don’t tell me that nick because your chair is looking awfully good right now” and he did a nervous laugh. SO, unexpected event made my plan even better. Then we get to:

Stage 2: I apply. I check literally every management position, including the one they fired amy from and also some hourly positions and put down ridiculous hours. I pass the manager test with flying colors and when it asks why i said i want to be a team trainer i wrote down ‘thanks to knowing the home office, i know how things should work and I want to help this store raise its position in the district and I know what policies aren’t being followed to help make that raise smoother.” I submitted the application, called the first manager I had spoken to and told her I had done so and she was like “I’m sure we’ll give you a call tomorrow!” ‘Tomorrow’ came and by 7 that night, they hadn’t contacted me. So I went to the ‘we’re hiring’ image they had posted on their facebook page like an hour previously and tagged my brother and was like ‘dude this is one of the positions at my store i was telling you about. think i could pull it off?” AND BAM ! they sent me a request for a phone interview at 8am the next morning. I scheduled my interview for later that afternoon at 2:45 and we enter Stage 3.

Stage 3: Amy and I go to the store to pick up a few things. It’s suddenly fucking spotless. There are no gaps in the shelves, the floor has been cleaned since the last time we were there (monday night and i called them tuesday and it is now white and shiny as hell) and they have the lights turned up all the way so you can actually see. EVERY FUCKING AISLE is perfect. Cat food? perfect. Funko pops? stacked and lined up perfectly. Video games? Filled. Clearance aisle? Perfect order. Like its super obvious they did a mad dash and tried to get the store in shape. So amy and I walk down every single aisle and point things out and kind of put our heads together and talk and I take out my phone and act like i’m texting etc .. basically we’re just fucking with people’s heads because the managers are nearby and they can see what we’re doing.

Stage 4: So later we’re home and 2:45 comes and goes with NO word. No phone call, no email, no hey can we reschedule. they FORGOT about the interview. I’m dying because they’re making it even better and even easier to fuck with them. So I text my brother (who KNOWS my mental health has been in the trash) and I’m like “I filled out an application just to see and they set up an interview and blew me off. You were right .. not a great help when it comes to the blues” and he was like “yep...i’d look at literally any other store” and talked to me a bit more about it. He was irritated that they’d do that and kept saying they were on thin ice. Finally at 5 they text me and they’re like “hey, this is the [insert store] and we’re sorry we missed your interview. I wanna apologize. Can we reschedule?” And I wait like an hour and a half (i was napping, i’ll admit it) but I respond with “I apologize for the late response, I had a prior commitment I had to take care of. Unfortunately, I reached out to someone [they know who it is. they know] in the off chance I had misunderstood the process since I hadn’t heard from you guys and I was encouraged to pursue opportunities at other branches in the area. Thank you for the original consideration and I hope you have a great day!” and they waited until 11am the next day to reply back which I’m assuming is because they were waiting for the higher up management to return to the store.

Come to find out the managers are still basically pissing themselves and freaking out because not only did they a) fire someone against company policy and now know the people at the top know and b) drop the ball and forget to interview a family member of said people at the top ... I got to add salt in the wound one more time by mentioning that my brother dropped in a lot (he doesn’t) and that I’d love to show off the store since it’s such a huge part of the community and it was looking better than I’d ever seen it look. And that it would be nice because he’d get the real experience since it wasn’t a formal, announced visit .... but, of course, that he’s salary .. so the policy is that he’s always ‘at work’ and obligated to take note of things.

so basically, i feel justified. Six and a half months of careful planning and maneuvering was totally justified. 10/10, I’d do it again. Let this be a lesson that patience in planning vengeance is completely worth having and I hope I helped make the store better for employees who aren’t management by putting the fear of god into them with the idea that my brother or anyone else from his office can just drop the fuck in whenever they want with a totally casual visit that could still fuck the management over completely. This is a good week, mates .. a very good week. Am I petty? yes. Do i hate their guts and feel like it was an entertainment that was totally worth it given what they did to the love of my life? also yes.

#also if they checked - i'm facebook friends with their international corporate lawyer. my brother obviously and the cfo who i didn't realize #at first was him bc he goes by a different name via facebook. like last name is the same but i think he uses his middle name as his first #i love it. i love it so much.#i planning on doing more stuff but i gotta take a breather and plan it carefully but #god i am L IVING #fuck that place #we laugh because i'm known here for messing with companies that fuck with people #and i did my best one like 3 years ago but amy was just like 'this is 10 miles beyond that'#long post //#i'm sorry for this but i just want to let everyone know the major reason for my incredible mood this week

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outerbankspreferences · 3 years

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50 Wordless ways to say I Love you.

#9. Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

WORD COUNT: 1323

MASTERLIST SERIES MASTERLIST

A/N: Okay guys, my brother is staying with and that’s why I haven’t been updating at all. I’m trying to get these out at least. Hopefully tomorrow I can sit down and get some writing done! If you guys want to request something send me some concepts!

You had gotten the acting job of lifetime. You got a part in the new hit television series on Netflix called Outer Banks. You had watched season one while quarantine was happening and fell in love with the show so when your manger asked if you wanted to audition for a part you couldn’t say no. You went for auditions and hadn’t heard back so you assumed you didn’t get the part until the called asking if you could come out and start shooting.

When you got to meet everyone at the first table read, they were so nice and inviting. It was definitely intimidating to go, they were all so close with each other, and you didn’t know if you would fit in or not. The first person you met was Jonathan Daviss, and he invited you to lunch with him and Rudy. After that you hit it off with everyone. You especially hit it off with Drew. You guys spent a lot of time together considering your characters interacted with each other a lot. You got to play Rafe’s lawyer in the second season, so you guys had a lot of scene together.

Drew was always so sweet and would come over to your place and help you run lines together. Always making sure you were comfortable with what was going on. Even though it wasn’t a big role, it was one of the biggest roles you had in your career. He always gave you best tricks to acting and warned you about all the mistakes he made. It was funny listening to the embarrassing stories he would tell you.

You had always been a helpful person, trying to find something you could do always wanting to be with your hands. You always had anxiety and working with your hands always helped. You had been walking by the wardrobe trailer when you could hear a small cry. You stop dead in your tracks, going back to the door. You lightly knock on it asking if the girl was okay. She explained to you it was her first day and she couldn’t make the friendship bracelets the Pouges wore and that has her one job. She had a 20 of them to make and she couldn’t even finish one.

You felt bad for her, remembering all times you said you could do something and couldn’t then got stuck in your lie. You offer to teach her, and even make some of the bracelets for her. You showed her how to make a simple knot, and then got the stuff you needed and headed back to your trailer. Before you went back you stopped by the lunch tent to grab something to eat. You were grabbing a premade salad and drink when you felt someone’s hand on the small of your back. You look up to see Drew smiling at you. “You wanna wait like half hour to eat? I’ll stop by your trailer and we can have lunch together?” He asked and you could tell he was nervous.

You thought the world of Drew. You loved hanging out with everyone, but the time you guys spent alone. You had a crush on him since you first met him, but never said anything because you didn’t want to get your heartbroken. Your last before left some damage and you weren’t sure if you were ready for another relationship. “Yeah, I would love that! I’ll grab us some snacks.” You smile at him. “Okay, I’ll see you later.” He wonders off to go shoot the scene.

You make it back to your trailer sitting on the couch putting some documentary on and grabbing your fruit tray. You clip the string to your pants, and start working away at the bracelet, you had gotten a fair amount done when the door opens. Drew had his hair gelled back for his character, and some shorts and tee shirt. You look up smiling at him. “Ugh, I hate filming in the heat, where’s your fan?” He says barreling through your trailer looking for the fan you kept for days like this.

You laugh at him being so over dramatic. “It’s in the closet where my clothes are, grab some water out of the fridge if you want.” You offer, he normally helped himself anyways. You went back to your show and bracelet. “What are you making?” Drew asked sitting next to you with his lunch offering you half his sandwich. You take a bite, “it’s a bracelet. I was walking past the wardrobe spot.” “You mean the dressing rooms?” He cut in, trying to make scene of the story. “Yes, that’s what I said, anyways the girl working there is new, and she was crying because she couldn’t make the bracelets that the Pouges wear.” You explain to him, “I use to make them in high school, so I showed her and now I’m making some of her. A guess she had to make bunch.” Drew couldn’t get over how kind you were. “I wanna learn! Teach me!” He said excitedly

You looked at him, he’s got to be kidding. Everyone always thought you were weird because you knew how to make them. Some of your friends thought it was cool but not many. You were shocked that Drew wanted to learn. “You actually want me to teach you?” You question giving him a second to back out. “Hell yeah! If you do it, it’s gotta be fun!” He joked with you easing the tension. “Okay here you can finish this one, clip it to your pant leg it’s easier that way.” You explain taking the almost finished bracelet clipping it onto his pants. “Now take the string with this hand,” you grab his hand, putting it into the right position. You were so close you could smell his cologne. He smells amazing. Drew was so nervous. He liked having you this close. “Then you knot this string around this, and then you pull. Repeat it twice for each string then switch to the next color! It’s that easy!” You say looking at him.

Drew hadn’t paid attention to single thing you just said. He was too busy watching your facial expressions, studying the ways your eyes lite up when you explained things to him. “Yeah-uh yeah, I think I have it, just show me one more time.” He says trying not to be obvious. “Okay listen to me this time, over like this twice then switch to the next piece string until you’ve complet- Drew Starkey are you listening to single word I’m saying?” He was caught. “I’m paying attention, just not to the right thing.” He says blushing. “Cheeky bastard, come on, I have to finish these.” You look at him. You didn’t realize how close his face was to yours. You look down at his lips, licking yours, then back looking back at him. He was looking at you, you slowly leaned in, and he did too. When your lips met, it was almost shock. It just felt right. You kissed him, but he kissed you back. You two kissed for what felt like forever, when you climbed on his lap. Things getting more heated until you finally pulled away desperate for air.

You rested your forehead on his, both breathing heavily. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first table read.” You tell him, voice barely above a whisper not wanting the words to leave the two of you. “I know so have I, I just didn’t know if I was reading the signals wrong.” He spoke quietly. You guys stayed quite for another minute. “Y/N?” Drew looks at you, “can we go back to kissing?” He asked already leaning closer; You answer him by leaning down and connecting your lips together. The bracelets were long forgotten, but the kiss wasn’t.

#drew starkey #drew outerbanks #drew starkey blurb #drew imagine #drew-starkey-imagine

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aesthyuckic · 3 years

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AVENOIR | l.dh - VIGINTI DUO

Genre: High School AU (at beginning) ; Tarot Reader!Witch!Hyuck

Word Count: 4.3K

Warnings: (bold if in use) slow but with a purpose, belief contradictions, mentions of r*pe, blood, swearing, violence, mentions of abuse

Pairings: Lee Donghyuck (Haechan) x Reader (F)

THE LOVERS: partnership, union, duality, choice

The boy has taken her to one of his favorite restaurants in their own town. She never really ate out much when they were still ‘alive’ to the world and he wanted to share it with her. He asked if it was okay they go back for the surprise, just to make sure and they currently sat outside the restaurant. Though, considering they were dead and in a place where everyone knew everyone, that had to cover a lot of themselves up just to avoid the risk of being recognized.

Luckily, the streets were quite bare but it was still relatively early in the morning and a week day. It was a cold day anyway, the air was cool enough they could feel it through their clothes. It was nice though, to not have many people around them.

“Is my mom here with you?” Cosimia asked him.

“No, actually. I haven’t seen her since...” He started to blush just thinking about early that morning, still wondering if it had actually happened or was it his imagination at it again. “This morning... it’s the first time she’s left me alone since I woke up from my coma now that think about it. She’s got all day to spend with you when we get back even if I’m there to ruin it.”

“Don’t say that.” She chuckled. “You don’t ruin things, you make them better.”

And still, he always blushed at her kind word toward him. Her mom always did spend time with her, even if she wasn’t aware of it. He often find her sleeping in his spot on their bed next to her daughter when she was sleeping. The coldness of the ghost resulted in her curling herself in all the blankets. Most nights the boy spent sleeping on the couch, if one could consider it that at all along. He was too tall it was uncomfortable.

Too lost in his head, he was shocked when he felt Cosimia grab his hand that sat on the table next to the menu he was holding with his other hand. He looked confused about it and to leave him perplexed more, she had intertwined her fingers with his own without any sign of hesitation. He felt his entire being heat up when did so. Something about it now just seemed so different to him... It use to be something that could’ve just been viewed or done platonic but after that morning, it was obvious it was more which left him blushing and his heart racing.

“W-what are you doing?” He stuttered.

“Holding your hand.” She answered. “I thought you liked that.”

“Well, yeah, but isn’t it a little soon?” He asked.

“We’ve held hands plenty of times before, Hyuck, and we literally kissed each other hours ago. Plus we’ve cuddled and stuff like that before...”

“It just seems so different now...”

“I know... I’ve noticed you’ve been afraid to get close to me since I told you that story. You’re always asking if it’s okay and everything.”

“Well, what am I suppose to do? I don’t want you to feel frighten because of me or anything.”

“I know my limits, I’d tell you if something was wrong, honestly. Don’t worry about it. It’s new to me too, remember?”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, softly. Something he still very much blushed about... He nodded, slowly before putting his attention back on the menu. He thought maybe he was being childish still acting like he had a crush since they were together now. Well, were they together? He wondered to himself since usually don’t couples discuss it before confirming it? All they did was kiss... and hold hands... but he had seen people that weren’t together do that too. They were obviously more than just friends, though.

“Should I call you my boyfriend now?” She asked, almost like she read his mind.

“Do you... want to?” He spoke, quietly.

“Why else would I have confessed and kissed you this morning, dummby?” She sighed.

“Does that mean I get to call you... my girlfriend then?”

“I would assume so.”

“Cool.”

He was internally screaming while trying to hide the big smile on his face. He tried to cover it up with his menu as he put on a straight face and cleared his throat. He seemed to forget she was naturally observant and could see what she needed from the corner of her eye.

“You’re a dork.” She giggled, rubbing her thumb over his hand which again was just something that put a smile on the boy’s face.

When the waiter came to take their order, Donghyuck was surprised to it was Renjun, an old friend of his, one of his best friends actually. He felt nervous and... guilty too, the whole time he was ordering to the other boy. He probably hurt him with what they pulled... Though, the sunglasses blocked out his eyes to anyone that anyone that was looking at him, he somehow felt the other could see through it.

He seemed complex when Donghyuck spoke too, which made it worse. The brown haired boy took the menus from them once he got everything, still with a very confused look on his face. He looked back at the boy and at the state, he tensed up.

“I’m sorry.” The waiter bitterly chuckled while touching his fingers up to the bridge of his nose with his eyes eyes closed. “I might be going crazy... Do I know you? You just sound very familiar, that’s all.”

“No.” He said quickly and firmly in hopes of not risking things any further.

“We’re from the east coast.” Cosimia chimed in to help. “We’ve never been here before either, we’re just visiting anyway.”

“Ah,” Renjun nodded. “Sorry about that... I just figured it out just sound like my old friend, Haechan... Kinda look like him to from what I can see. The anniversary of his passing is soon so maybe I’m losing it a bit, they say that happens. I’m sorry, that’s probably more info that wasn’t needed. I shouldn’t have said anything, just please don’t report me to my manger or anything. I’ll get on your order and make sure you get extra chocolate chips in your pancakes.”

“It’s okay.” The other boy reassured him, even though it was kind of hard. “You really don’t need to, I understand grief or anything.”

“I feel like I need to.” He shrugged. “You’re not a Lee by chance, are you?”

“Close, a Park.”

He gave a slight nod at the answer before he turned away to go back inside. He felt relieved when he went back inside because it was so close. Donghyuck questioned how dumb Renjun could be though. It made him feel a little better and the girl seemed to catch on to the boy’s unusual quietness, quickly. She reached up to rub his shoulder but now his hand felt cold without hers in it...

He was shocked they managed to pull off a fake death and now, everyone in their hometown thought they were dead. Though, it was his own hometown more than it ever was hers. Other than all that, the morning was fine and the both of them enjoyed their breakfast. The boy even shared some of his pancakes with, dare he say his girlfriend. It felt weird, but in a good way to say he had a girlfriend. Whenever he thought about saying he felt his heart flutter at the idea.

Cosimia went inside after they were both done with their breakfast in order to pay. While he wanted to do it because it was her birthday, she just reminded him of the risk they had just encountered. When she entered, she noticed the restaurant was much more lively compared to earlier and they were getting out of there at a good time. The old friend of Donghyuck’s was at the register and when she came over to pay he gladly accepted it. Though, he looked at her a little too long after the transaction was over. She had taken off her sunglasses but not the floppy, black hat which a lot of the people in the restaurant found rude and weird.

“You look familiar.” Renjun blurted out as he handed her the change, knowing full well she had said she’d never been around here.

“I get that a lot.” She shrugged with a small smile. “Just have one of those faces, I guess. Thank you, by the way! See you around, maybe.”

She left quickly after with a sigh of relief. Somehow she was thankful that she was forgettable to the people there.

Even though they had the whole day off according to Johnny, they went back after to go work just because it was the girl’s wish as to what she wanted. It turns out, their boss only put a closed sign on their booth so it wasn’t a hassle either. The only thing that was bothersome, was remaining so covered up since they had no idea who could come by and god forbid it be someone they know and end up with an incident like earlier. Luckily, it wasn’t a busy day for them either which meant more time with each other than anything. Work seemed to be less fun since their roles switched and the girl was still facing trouble with the cards, but they were both figuring it out.

“Okay, I have to go to the bathroom now.” He chuckled as he stood up out of his chair.

He found himself not wanting to leave, though. The both of them seemed to not want to let go of each other either. He suddenly noticed they practically never let go of each others’ hands all day... She managed to let go with a small smile. He’d just be right back anyway... It’s not like they hadn’t had conversations before where they didn’t want it to end either and it’s not like they had never held hands or that he’d gone for ever but still... For some reason, she missed his sweaty palm as he walked away and how comforting it felt to her.

Much farther away from their booth, the entrance to the carnival was full of people in long lines, trying to get their tickets and also get in. Mark had managed to finally get passed the gate after a long awhile but only then did he realize. He had no idea where he was going or what exactly he was doing. What if it wasn’t even his best friend and just some stranger that looked like him or something? He’d look like an idiot.

He walked around aimlessly for a little before he came across a guard standing by one of the metal barriers that closed off the area of land they were using. He seemed to be his age, though was much shorter than he was but was quite buff.

“Uh, excuse me?” He said while he approached the guard that was kind of intimidating. “I had a question...”

“What is it?” He asked.

“Do you happen to know a guy named Haechan..?” A little hope was in his eyes as he questioned the stranger. “He might even go by Donghyuck or Peter...”

The guy’s eyes seemed to widen.

“I need you to go, or else I’ll have to kick you out.” He stated, before he started to shove the black haired boy.

“Wait, no. Please!” Mark begged. “He is, or was my best friend and I seriously thought I was losing my mind because his death anniversary is coming up really soon! I just wanna know he’s alive and okay! No one else knows about this but me, please!”

The yellow haired guy seemed to stop, he was really strong for his size, “Do you swear?”

“Yeah! Yeah!”

“Give me your map.”

The other mumbled under his breath about a ‘Johnny’ killing him, presumably and hopefully figuratively as he drew on the map for him. Mark was on his way once the shorter of the two shoved the map into his chest abruptly, and walked away. He saw a line from where he was standing to a certain both that was circled on the map. Even though he hadn’t seen his supposedly dead friend yet, it felt surreal to know he was alive. He wouldn’t truly believe it until he saw him.

He followed the line drawn with marker until he reached the corner of where he was suppose to go. He took a deep breath while he closed his eyes. His heart was racing over it, this whole time Donghyuck had been alive. What was that trauma for exactly? He swear if it were real he’d kill the boy himself for what he pulled. He opened his eyes and before he could go any further he saw someone walk into the intersection of the tents there.

He recognized the side profile immediately, even with the sunglasses and baseball cap the other wore. The younger boy walked rather fast which left Mark to go chasing after him. In a small moment that seemed longer to him, he hesitated to stop the other but before he knew it, his hand rested on his shoulder. His old friend turned around, ready to punch someone until he laid eyes on who it was.

“Mark?” Donghyuck questioned, as he turned as white as a ghost.

“So it is you...” He huffed.

“Fucking shit, you come on the worst day!” He muttered on his breath. “Hold on, stay here.”

He saw his friend walk over to the booth that was circled on the map. He decided to spy on him and peek out more. It looked like he was talking to someone from the front of the booth for a moment. He went out a little more to see it was the girl he knew as ‘the weird freshmen’ but what shocked him was seeing the other lean down and kiss her. His jaw dropped but as soon as the boy moved he darted to where he was standing before.

Donghyuck had come back and found an area behind the tents with no one around to take Mark. He took off his glasses and cap since it was now in private basically. He already knew it was him so there was no point in hiding it. They leaned up against the wooden boxes that were stacked up. How exactly were you supposed to start a conversation with your own best friend after a year of almost being dead the whole time and then surprise, you’re alive and you lied? Not really a small talk sort of occasion. He sighed before he started on the very long story he knew he had to tell his friend. Though, he left out the paranormal stuff... He may have believed the ghost but not Cosimia being able to tell the future for some time and him being able to actually see ghosts now. At the end, he pulled up his shirt to show the other the scar he gotten when Ten had shot him. It was healing nicely but it was still so terrifying.

“That’s... something else, bro.” Mark said, not really able to find words for it all as he was speechless. “You couldn’t have at least told me? Or Renjun? We are, or were your best friends. Still very confused on what tenses I should use for this...”

“It was...” He started. “A last minute decision. I didn’t even know we’re going to be faking our deaths until we got to the beach either, dude. I didn’t have time too in the first place.”

“I can’t believe you left with the weird freshman girl like her dad said you did. Everyone thinks you two dated in secret after everything found in your guy’s room. It’s wild... and really weird for you to date her considering what she was like and what you were like...” He said, in hopes the other would say something himself rather then him bringing it up.

“I don’t like the way you talk about her. She has a name, you know? It’s really pretty and fitting too... It’s Cosimia, it was probably on the missing posters, her vigil and it was even in the yearbook so how wouldn’t you know at this point? She was never weird in the first place, and as cliché as it sounds, she was truly just misunderstood.”

“You didn’t know her name before either. You use to make fun of her too, so what’s the big deal? She acted weird and no one knew her name, she was invisible besides that trait.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have, okay?! I was so fucking stupid then and so was everyone. You don’t know her, no one knew her and I feel... I’m still getting to know her even after a year of us almost always being together... She’s really strong, caring and smart. She’s a lot of things and she’s taught me so many things. What’s the big deal if she was or is weird? Isn’t that what makes people interesting? She was really... alluring, that’s what I left with her the way I did! And you know what? I’m pretty sure it’s the best decision in my life I’ve ever made! I’m happy now, with everything I have and who I’ve become. I’m truly happy, something I now know I never was a year ago having to juggle school, sports, and a job to support my entire family. I get it’s selfish the way I just got up and left. I get it’s selfish I faked my death and leaving my family hanging like that along with you guys and I’m sorry! I can’t take it back, not now. It may seem pathetic I live in a trailer and work here now, but I’m happy with it all...”

“Wow, why are you getting so defensive?”

“W-why am I getting so defensive? Why am I, getting so defensive?! That’s my girlfriend, you idiot! She makes me happy and man, for as long as been out here with her, I think I might be in love with her!”

“Well, how am I suppose to know all that?! You’ve been dead to me, literally, for the last year basically!”

Donghyuck sighed before it all fell silent between them. He crossed his arms as he looked at the dried grass under their feet. He calmed down a bit when he looked toward the field and say the sky was light orange as the sun rested in between the hills. The wind blew softly which was something always soothing.

“You weren’t.” The younger mumbled. “I’m sorry for blowing up like that, it just angers me... to realize the person I was a year ago... I didn’t even know her then and she turned out to be the most interesting person I met in the end. No one knew anything besides she was quiet for the most part and had no friends. No one noticed the bruises on her or the days she’d go missing.”

“You didn’t either.” Mark pointed out.

“But I started to!” He explained. “Right at the end, before we left. That was really the start though, wasn’t it?”

They had talked to one another for awhile after, it had been too long since they talked. To Mark, it was like having a friend come back from the dead on final time. It was just nice to know he was okay and doing well. The silver haired boy suddenly realized how long he had been away. Somehow the time still felt too short...

“I should get going.” Donghyuck sighed. “I really just told the first lie of my first relationship for this.”

“The first?” The older questioned. “That’s kind of impressive... How long have you even been dating?”

He hummed while he blushed and rubbed the nape of his neck, “We just made it official this morning but it’s kinda been months of pining, some mutual.”

“You really like her, don’t you?”

“Well, duh. Did you not hear the part were I said I might love her earlier? It’s not something you say lightly if you don’t mean it, especially when you’re angry like that.”

“Yeah, we don’t need you going off like that again. I should’ve just questioned you about the kiss I saw earlier.”

“Y-you saw me kiss her? And you couldn’t figure it out or anything?! You’re an asshole!”

Mark laughed as his old best friend playfully beat him up as he defended himself. It just felt nice to finally have it again after awhile of missing it.

“Wow, dude, are you wearing makeup?” The black haired boy asked.

He started to blush again, and sweat a little at the question he was afraid to answer. He put his cap back on along with his sunglasses to hide himself.

“Cosi, I mean Cosimia, she does it for me every morning.” He replied rather softly.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” His friend shook his head. “It actually really suits you, makes you look less ugly.”

The comment earned him a punch in shoulder which he laughed at. Some things never truly did changed, regardless of time and growth. The two boys ended up sharing a hug before they went their separate ways.

“It was nice to see you again.” Mark smiled. “You know, after thinking you were dead and all.”

“You too.” The other chuckled. “Hey, please don’t tell anyone that we’re here. There’s a reason we faked our death.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He nodded.

“We come here every year, usually it’s earlier though. Come by next year if you can. I can let Yangyang know who you are and get you in free or something.”

“Write me when you’re back in SoCal for the winter months too!”

“I’ll try.”

They finally bid their final goodbyes before they went their separate ways for the year.

It was later that evening, when they were done with work for the day and getting ready for bed that he saw the girl sitting on the bed, looking at papers. He had just gotten out of the bathroom after he cleaned his face and changed into more comfortable clothes. He sat down on his side before going over to hers and wrapping his arms around her while rubbing his face against her shoulder.

“Whatcha doin?” He hummed.

“I’m just looking at our natal charts again.” She laughed a bit. “I haven’t done it in awhile... especially not since this started.”

“What are the results then? Are we compatible?” He asked.

“Well, I don’t think I’d leave it up for that to tell. We already work well together as it is and you know there’s different types of astrology too. We do share a moon though. Supposedly when you do, you usually feel really close to them in a short period of time, like a soulmate but not exactly.”

“Are you saying you don’t think we are soulmates?”

“Soulmates are different from twin flames. I think I’d rather have you as a twin flame.”

“What’s the difference?”

“That may be a little too intense for now. I’ll tell you another time.”

He nodded and he kissed her cheek before he rested his chin on her shoulder, “Is there anything surprising on there to you?”

“Hmm, you’re Gemini Venus actually.” She answered. “I think to some extent you resonate with it but I feel like you’re a Taurus Venus since that’s what it is on your sidereal.”

“Why do you think that exactly?” He wondered as he didn’t know astrology as well as she did. “Honestly, you’re so good at this stuff you should offer it at the booth or something.”

“It’s too exhausting for me to do that, no matter how much I love it. But, the reason I think you’re more like you’re Taurus Venus is because you’re loyal, like they are. You like psychical affection in friendship and relationships. Remember what you said before summer solstice? About if I was going to love you it was going to be natural? They like when friendships and relationships happen that way. You’re also very stubborn but patient and devoting too. You get jealous as well and you’ve done nothing but be supportive of me and my limits. The kicker is they’re known for having very beautiful voices and being great singers and musicians, which very much applies to you in my eyes. Your voice is really soothing to listen to, especially when you’re singing and you play the piano and drums pretty well.”

“Oh, really? Why don’t I sing you to bed tonight then?”

He smiled at the compliments she had given him at the end. He started to think she was right about the Taurus Venus thing, what she said sounded like him. She let go of her for a moment so she could put the papers away as he got comfortable on his side of the bed. She turned off the light before joining him in the space next to him. They both got comfortable with her head on his chest as he played with her and started to softly hum.

He noticed she always fell asleep so quickly when he would sing to her. He could see she was barely able to keep her eyes open in that moment. Again, like he did so often, he felt his heart flutter at most mundane but beautiful sight.

“Cosi?” He softly called in the dark.

“What is it?” She asked, rather sleepily.

“Can I tell you something?” He whispered.

“Of course.”

“Do you promise not to freak out?”

“I promise, Hyuck.”

“I think I... love you, like I’m in love with you...”

She seemed wide awake when she looked at him. She didn’t say anything though and the silence between them was agonizing as they looked at each other. He was thinking maybe he shouldn’t have said that so soon but then she leaned up and kissed his nose. Yet, nothing was said about it or in response before she fell asleep for the night.

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tekka-dan · 3 years

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How I managed to play the fuck out of my boss and shitty job with a twinge of salt:

Basically here’s what happened: I got my second formal write up for blamings the company needed to pin on somebody. And who else to chose other than the hardest working employee whose never complained, called in or made a fuss about anything?

With that being the case I raised my voice in that meeting to make sure the witness heard my grievances with my manager as well. When she started taking notes, so did I.

I’m not about to be bitten and not bite back. I’ll do it with class though.

First and foremost let me break down what my job / title is.

I am receptionist. I answer the phones, I schedule appoints, I manage co workers, clients and doctors all while dealing with emails, a digital work list, checking in and out patients, filling prescriptions and other duties that apply.

That’s not a lot but for some people it is. I love being productive and I love showing I’m a reliable and capable worker, with rarely anyone complaints.

My managers first grievance with me:

1. I answer the phone too quickly.

My rebuttal to this to her [and the witness] was:

“I understand that it’s within my job duty to answer the phone timely and efficiently, as that’s apart of my daily routine and I do it consistently.”

Her response was:

“It’s just that you don’t give your co workers the chance to step up. Perhaps if you stop answering the phone, you could do your other duties better.”

My response:

“You’re right. The times which your pointed out I’ve made mistakes I can tell you when they happen. When I work with [co workers name] I notice they aren’t as efficient and aren’t willing to do tasks as quickly as me. So this means when doctors come to us with orders and they approach her and she turns them away, they basically have no one else to come to except me, the only other person on the floor. And I’m also busy. However I take what they give me as priority because that’s also apart of my duties and in turn I have to sideline my other duties.”

Notice how I didn’t blame shift. My manager gave me a grievance and an issue to which I explained why those issues happen and how she could step up as manager to fix them. Instead she says this:

“You could always talk to that person who you’re finding it difficult to work with.”

My manager whose entire job is to manage just told me basically deal with my issues of another person on my own.

2. She pins the blame of something on me that had nothing to do with me.

A client communicated he was going to drop off a stool sample at a certain time. I recorded that in the file and informed my co workers. I had an early leave this day so I made sure the others knew. The client did proceed to come in after my departure and left the sample. I come in the next day and the blame falls onto me why the client was never notified about the results and why the cost of the sample wasn’t collected at drop off.

My manager:

“We noticed that you documented [clients name] was going to drop off at a certain time and to collect payment. However he was never told the results of the sample and payment was never collected. Why is that?”

My response was:

“So you’re telling me it’s my fault the results were relayed to the owner and the payment wasn’t collected at the time of drop off when I wasn’t here?”

My manager:

“I’m just trying to follow up on who dropped the ball and the starting person was you.”

My response:

“I fail to understand my fault here. I need more understanding otherwise this sounds like you’re just trying to pin the blame on me. Is there anything else you have a complaint about?”

So the resolve of that matter was basically bevause the other co worker was off that day, it needed to be put on someone and that someone needed to be me. Despite the fact I was literally not physically present when the aftermath happened and it was still something they tried blaming me for.

3. My manager told me I filled a medication wrong and at check out the client was angry about it.

So apart of my duties is filling medications and preventions for dogs and cats daily. I do this while doing other tasks too. Sometimes things get a little flustered but I try keeping my cool during these times.

A client requested a refill on her dogs prevention through email. I got the request, noticed in our system the dog was 9.8lbs. So I filled the prevention for 0-10lbs because that’s where he’s classified. I then notified the owner back through email what size and how many I pulled aside for her pet.

I wasn’t present when she picked it up but my manager was. Apparently the woman wanted the 10lbs+ range and she was aggravated she did not have it.

My manger to me:

“So you filled the prescription wrong because her pet was 9.8lbs and you filled up to 10lbs when she wanted the 10lb and over.”

My response:

“Are you telling me that because I filled a prescription for a pet in our system for the appropriate weight range, but the owner wanting the higher dose at check out without previous knowledge, that I filled it wrong? That I didn’t follow protocol? Please help me understand that.”

My manager:

“Yes. The owner requested the higher dose at check out and because you filled the size she didn’t want, it was wrong.”

My response:

“Where was it notated that we still the higher dose for her? Where could I have found that information?”

My manager:

“Well it was only at check out, so I’m not sure if I can answer your question properly.”

At this point the witness said nothing and the witness isn’t anyone I even work directly with so it’s not like she could back me up or say anything substantial. At this point however I realized what this was and I retained my sense of ease and just sighed heavily as she went over correction coaching with me.

I signed the papers but it’s taking every ounce in me to not have dishes her my two weeks right then and there.

Why? Because I need this job while I await my approval for an apartment. I need to not let my emotions take over.

However, I didn’t leave without giving her a peace of my mind.

Me to my manager:

“Can I offer some constructive feed back?”

Manager:

“Sure.”

My last retort:

“I just think it’s funny how you only ever have a problem with me. These same things you’ve gone over with me here I have seen the others make the same mistakes and never once have they been corrected or reprimanded. In fact this write up is my second one for mistakes that weren’t my fault and I recall the first being the same way. Now I’m going to add some tips for you: you’re accusing a great and solid worker of things that make blatantly no sense and when I give you rebuttals you offer no reprieve about how YOU as a manager are going to handle it, instead all you do is shift blame. You asked me how are these things going to be fixed and where the issue was and I told you and you offered no evidence you’re going to make sure I succeed in my position any further. I understand why we are here today but I’m not going to sign these papers. In fact I’m going to ponder if I want to continue having a future with this company on my own time. Until you can follow up with actions to help me succeed then I’m afraid my two weeks is effective immediately. Also, I’ll be writing a review for your manager to follow up on your duties that you’ve severely lacked in since I’ve started here May 8th, 2020. I hope you have a great rest of your day, I’ll return on Friday with hopefully some follow up answers.”

Anyway I am searching for a new job but I hate that they made me feel like total shit at this one and I don’t deserve that treatment.

I also wholeheartedly believe it’s race induced considering I’m the only black worker and I’m the only one she has issues with. She raises her voice with me, says things in a demeaning or condescending way and I was raised to basically not act of character and so my response was always “Alright, I’ll make sure to work on that for next time. Thanks for the insight.” And she would get hella angry about that.

Like bitch you’re coming at me sideways and I handle it with grace and it makes you mad? Go kick rocks.

Anyway I wanted to vent. Now I’m going to take a walk, apply for new jobs and check in on the apartment status. I still have a life to live and losing shit job won’t stop me from living it.

#personal #danis rants

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possibly-starker · 5 years

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CherryDust. [Starker]

Murray smiles, greeting the audience, “Thank you! Thank you, you’re really too kind,” he says, taking his seat in the iconic velvet chair.

“Today we have the honor of having Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers on today’s show!” Murray beams as the crowd goes wild, whooping and cheering, Murray winks at the camera as he begins again, “Please, put your hands together, for what I think might be the most influential band of this generation!”

The sideline band plays the Murray Franklin jingle as Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers emerge from backstage, blowing kisses and throwing up peace signs. The crowd eats it up, losing their minds over the boys. Murray gives them all sort of half-hugs as they take their seats.

Finally the crowd dies down a bit. “Boys!” Murray greets, “It’s been so long since we’ve had you on the show,” Murray starts, exaggerating his motions, “Last time we had you on you all were about 16, right?”

Peter smiles politely, “Actually, Steve was 17.” Murray nods, “Yes, of course, and although we’re so happy to have you on the show, and of course we all love you, we have to talk about the recent drama going on between you and a rival band- ElectricDust.”

The crowd boos at the name, once thought of as few boys skipping supper with their family and refusing to go to church, now associated with drugs and statism, sex before marriage and cuss words.

Peter giggles, “They’re not much of a problem, Murray. They’re just a bunch of little boys thinking that if they behave badly enough, they’ll get somewhere.”

“They’re mongrels.” T’challa laughs. The audience laughs along with him. Murray chuckles, “Yes, but what are your thoughts on their new song ‘Rotten Cherry’? People are speculating it’s about your band, Peter.”

Peter fakes a smile, “I don’t think I’ve heard it, Murray.” He turns to his band-mates, “Have you guys heard it?” They all collectively shake their heads, murmuring ‘no’.

Murray nods, “Personally, I don’t think that Stark guy could carry a tune even if it was in a bucket!” Everybody in the studio laughs again.

“Tony tries too hard to be hardcore, he ends up looking like an idiot.” Peter sneers, “He’s a child.” The crowd makes noises of agreement.

Peter fakes a smile when Murray leans over and touches his thigh, “You know, they’re degenerates, Peter.” Murray says, almost lovingly. Steve looks like he wants to say something, like he wants to stick up for his band-mate. “I know, Murray.” Peter says, shifting away a bit.

Murray looks at Peter longingly, before turning to the camera, “We’re going to take a short break, and afterwards Peter Parker and the Cherrybombers will play their new hit single- Dewdrop Daisy!”

The cameraman gives Murray a thumbs up, and the beeping light on the camera turns off.

“Why don’t you meet me in my dressing room, Peter?” Murray says, standing up and adjusting his tie.

Peter feels sick to his stomach

“Okay.” He says sweetly.

The mosh pit smells like weed and sex, and Tony adores it. ElectricDust had a full house, not one ticket left over. Tony cards his hand through sweaty hair, “I hope you motherfuckers are having a good night!” he yells into the mic. The crowd screams back something obscene and Tony grins.

“If you want to fuck our bassist, scream at the top of your lungs!” Tony laughs, the crowd erupts in a loud roar, and Bucky, ElectricDust’s bassist, blushes.

The crowd dies down, and Tony speaks smoothly into the mic as he adjusts his guitar strap, “This next one was written for a nice piece of ass and his cronies,” the crowd ‘ooo’s and Tony can’t help the smirk forming on his lips, “‘Rotten Cherry’ is dedicated to my very good friend, who I know inside and out- Peter Parker!”

The crowd chants Pe-ter Par-ker over and over, and Tony hopes this preformance is somehow seen by the small brunette.

He feels like a god among men.

“You’re fueling the flames by talking about them.” Natasha scolds, leaning against he desk as the boys sit in her office. “You’re supposed to be a good christian pop/rock band- calling people ‘mongrels’ isn’t what you guys are supposed to do.” she glares at T’challa.

“ElectricDust is a problem, I, as your manger am supposed to deal with, is that understood?” The boys look at their suede shoes and mutter statements of agreement.

“Good.” Natasha says, placing her hands on her hips. She goes behind her desk and digs in a cabinet, retrieving a sleek styled red velvet envelope, “I’ve accepted an invitation to a little something I think you all might like.” she smiles, handing Peter the envelope.

Peter holds it carefully, looking up at Natasha with wide, confused eyes. “Go on and open it, we haven’t got all day.” She says in a motherly tone. The boys all gather around Peter as he opens the envelope cautiously, as if he was scared of what was inside.

He pulls out a dazzling blue card, very official looking.

‘PETER PARKER AND THE CHERRYBOMBERS HAVE BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR SONG, ‘DEWDROP DAISY’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

It says, in a swirly gold font. Peter keeps re-reading it, eyes shifting like crazy, looking for a sign that this is a fake or a joke. Steve’s breath hitches and Beck lets out a whoop of laughter, high-diving T’challa.

Peter finally looks up at Natasha again, who’s smiling softly. “Is this real?” Peter asks, out of breath. Natasha nods, “As real as they come.”

Opalite Records.

Who cares? It’s only the most exclusive record brand in the world, It was only the award ceramony that turned David Bowie and Bob Dylan down- no big deal.

Peter began to hyperventilate.

“Dude!” Quill yelled, grinning ear-to-ear as he entered the band’s trailer, holding up a velvet envelope.

Tony looked up from his guitar, “What do you want?” Quill slapped the envelope on the coffee-table in the middle of the trailer, looking quite proud of himself. “Open that shit up, Stark.”

Tony rolled his eyes, but leaned forward and picked up the envelope nonetheless, “If this is another bill for your porno-mags, Quill, so help me god-” he stopped mid-sentence after pulling out the card inside the envelope, face controrting.

‘ELECTRICDUST HAS BEEN NOMINATED FOR ‘BAND OF 1981’ ALONG WITH THEIR ALBUM, ‘MAN OF IRON’.

PLEASE REPORT TO ASGARD, U.S.A. FOR THE AWARDS CEREMONY.

LOKI LAUFEYSON, PRESIDENT OF OPALITE RECORDS.’

Quill beams as Tony looks over the letter, “And you said I was a shit manager.” Tony leans back into his chair, “You are.” Quill completely deflates, walking over and snatching the card out of Tony’s hand, huffing, “Do you know how many strings I had to pull to get you considered for the ceremony?”

Tony tries to look stern, but Quill looks like he’s going to bitch all day if Tony doesn’t cave in, “Fine, fine, whatever man, thanks, you did well.” Tony sighs. Quill smiles again, “Finally, I’m getting the recognition I deserve.” Tony snorts but doesn’t reply.

Quill clasps his hands together, “I’m gonna grab a beer, they opened a bar just down the street- wanna come?”

Tony shakes his head, “Grab me a pack of Marlboros while you’re out.”

“Looking sharp, Parker.” Steve smiles, leaning against the dressing room doorframe. Peter grins, fixing his cuffs in the mirror, “You really think so? It’s not too much?”

Steve shrugs, “It’s nice. Very you.” Peter shoots Steve a playful glare, “Is that supposed to be a compliment, Rogers?”

“You overthink things, Peter. You look fine.” Steve sighs, crossing his arms. Peter scoffs, “Fine is for church, I need to look better than fine; we’re going to the awards ceremony to top all award ceremonies, Steve. It’s going to be televised.”

Steve lets out a soft laugh, “You’re so different from the Peter Parker I knew in highschool.” Peter looks confused, “That’s a good thing, isn’t it? I was a nobody in highschool.”

“You were my friend. Just because you didn’t have people fawning over you left and right doesn’t mean you were a nobody. You liked Star Wars and turning your homework in early.” Steve looks slightly offended, and Peter gives him an unamused stare, “As much as I love you, Steve, being your nerdy little highschool friend in the middle of NowheresVille, Wisconsin doesn’t get you invited to the Opalite Records ceremony.”

Steve’s offended look blends into a sad one, “We started this band out of your uncle’s garage. It was for fun. This isn’t fun, anymore Peter. It’s not fun when it’s all you think about.” he says softly, walking out of the room.

Peter doesn’t realize that Steve’s gone until it’s time to leave.

“Baby, listen to me,” Tony says over the phone, “I know I cheated on you, but I’m a changed man, just come to this shindig with me for a few hours.”

Pepper sighs over the phone, “You know, I would, Tony, but I just can’t be bothered right now. Goodbye, love.”

click

Tony curses under his breath as he flips through a few more pages in his notebook, settling on a one night stand he had met last week. He dials her number.

“Hi, you’ve reached Wanda Maximoff-”

“Wanda!” Tony smiles, remembering her name, “Listen, babe, how’d you like to go on a little date with me tonig-”

“-I’m not here right now, but you’re welcome to leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible!” the recorded message chirps and Tony’s face falls, he slams the phone down on its hook.

He groans. He’s called just about every girl he’s ever interacted with, and not one wanted to accompany Tony to the awards ceremony.

“Woah,” Scott, ElectricDust’s keyboard player, says, entering the trailer’s makeshift livingroom, “Someone’s havin’ a bad day.”

“Wanna go on a date with me, Scott?” Tony says with a strained laugh. Scott fans himself, “On a date? With you? How could I possibly say no?” Tony buries his face in his hands, obviously stressed. “Yeah, that’s pretty much what I figured.”

“Have you tried, you know, actually being nice to your dates?” Scott says, grabbing a canned beer from the minifridge. “I heard that works wonders.” Tony narrows his eyes, “What do you mean? I’m always nice to my dates!”

Scott raises his brow, opening the can, “Really? You made me drive that blonde girl home yesterday because she didn’t want to so much as look at you.”

Tony stays quiet. Point taken.

Scott takes a few sips of his beer before belching, “Hope you find somebody, Tones. You got about,” he checks his wristwatch, “6 hours before we gotta leave.”

Tony groans again and then continues to flip through his notebook.

The theater is gorgeous, a large crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and painted angels on every wall- Peter feels almost inferior in a place like this.

“Darlings!” Loki announces from across the room, striding over to Peter and his bandmates, “You all look absolutely ravishing.” he smiles. “So glad you could make it!”

Peter nods dumbly, blushing. “Thanks so much for inviting us, Mr. Laufeyson, it's a real honor.” Steve steps in, firmly taking Loki’s hand in his and shaking it. “Yes, well, the media would absolutely die if you all weren't invited- there's champagne and wine being served at the lounge if you want any.” Loki quickly says, before sashaying away.

Peter’s practically glowing as he turns to face his bandmates, “I think that went really well.” he grins.

“Jesus, Scott, could you be any worse of a driver?” Bucky sneers, holding onto the door handle as Scott swerves. “You’re lucky I'm not making you take the Metro, tin-man.”

The car is cramped and hot, making it difficult for Tony to snort a nice clean line. “We’re 30 minutes late,” Bucky says, almost annoyed, “Step on it.”

Scott turns around to face the brunette, running through a red light, “You know, you're a real bitch, Buck.” Tony sighs, finally getting a good half of the powder up his nose, “Eyes on the road, Scotty.” he mumbles, sinking back into the leather seat.

Scott says something under his breath, but turns back around and continues to drive.

Peter chokes on his sparkling water when he sees a very certain group of people get pass security.

What's worse is the fact that they're completely ignoring the dress code, showing up in denim jeans and t-shirts. Peter thinks he's going to puke.

Tony feels ecstatic when he spots that tuft of curly chocolate hair in the crowd, excusing himself from his bandmates as he pushes through the sea of Hollywood's elite.

“Parker!” he yells, and Peter tries to pretend he didn't hear it, turning away and taking another sip of his sparkling water.

“Don't be that way, princess!” Tony grins, finally catching up to the small thing, ”I just wanna talk to you.” Peter doesn't respond, which just makes Tony more restless, ”Parker, c’mon, baby! Let's catch up, preferably in the back of Scott’s car, but whatever works for you.”

Peter gives in, reluctantly, looking around to make sure nobody important is looking before speaking, “What the hell are you doing here? Did you come here just to ruin my night?” Peter hisses. Tony laughs, which just puts Peter more at unease, “Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, me and my boys were invited.”

“Unlikely.” Peter scoffs. “Invited to clean the floors more like it.”

Tony looks more annoyed now than anything, “My boys have worked just as hard as yours to be here, Parker.” Peter huffs, “You’re kidding. You don’t actually think you deserve to be here, right?” Peter let’s out a breathy laugh at the idea. “You’re nobodies, Stark,” he begins, poking at Tony’s chest, “You make music for losers, for outcasts. You’re only here because you gained popularity by dissing my band.”

Peter smiles up at Tony and walks away, leaving Tony alone with his battered ego.

Peter and Tony avoid each other for the rest of the night, despite their bandmates mingling and laughing with eachother, enjoying tiny cheese platters and white wine.

Peter’s too stubborn to make amends.

Tony just wants to give him space.

Finally, at around 12, the lights dim down and everyone is ushered into the seating area. Loki walks on stage, holding several envelopes in his hands.

“Thank you all for coming,” he says, sweetly, into the mic, “It means a lot to my record label that you took time out of your busy lives to visit little ole’ me.” the crowd giggles at that, Peter included.

“Now, without further ado- I give you the 22nd annual Opalite Records awards ceremony!” the crowd cheers and claps, buzzing with excitement.

Peter crosses his fingers, and Tony wishes they had something stronger than champagne.

After a grueling 2 hours of watching other bands and solo artists receive awards, Loki finally announces that he has the final and most important award of the evening.

“Everyone in this room is awfully talented,” Loki says, smiling softly, “But these people are just... better. Don’t take it too harshly, now.” he opens the card, slowly and teasingly, Peter thinks he’s going to pass out from the anticipation. Tony’s on his fifth glass of red wine, and he’s showing now signs of stopping.

“And the winner for band of 1981 is...”

Peter’s palms are sweaty, and he’s on the edge of his seat.

“My, what a surprise, it’s ElectricDust!”

Peter’s world comes crashing down around him, he glances over to where Tony and his goons are getting up, stumbling over their own feet.

It’s not fair.

“Woah, hey Peter, are you oka-” Steve begins, trying to comfort his friend, but Peter jolts up, interrupting him.

“I’m... going for a walk.” he declares, voice breaking.

Tony watches as Peter quickly makes a bolt for the exit. He taps Scott on the shoulder, “I’ll be right back.” he mumbles.

Scott’s eyebrows furrow, “Dude, it’s speech time! You gotta go up ther-”

“Make up something!” Tony grins, already making his way towards the exit as well, “Thank my mom for me!”

Peter sits on the cold, concrete steps outside of the theatre, hot tears streaming down his face. He had worked so hard, and it didn’t even matter.

“Is this seat taken?” a familiar voice softly speaks from behind Peter.

“Did you come here to rub it in?” Peter sniffles, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. Tony takes a seat next to Peter, “No. I came here because I care.”

Peter laughs, rolling his eyes, “Am I supposed to believe that?”

Tony shrugs, “Believe what you want, Peter. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

They sit in silence for a while.

“Thank you.” Peter says softly, not daring to look up at Tony. “What you’re doing it’s- you’re a good guy.” he says, shyly.

Tony smiles, “I don’t give a shit about the award, or being even nominated, in all honesty, that Loki guy gives me the creeps.”

“Why’d you come here then?”

“I wanted to see you. I was hoping writing a song about you would grab your attention, but I think I like talking face-to-face better.”

Peter smiles, a gorgeous ‘I-don’t-know-I’m-smiling’ kind of smile, and Tony’s heart swells.

“I’m sorry I said all that stuff about you.” Peter finally says, gaining the courage to look Tony in the eye.

“I’ve been called worse- no hard feelings.”

Peter’s eyes light up as he giggles.

“Listen, I don’t exactly have a date for this thing,” Tony jabs a thumb at the building, “Know anybody who might wanna, I don’t know, get together? Even if it’s just for tonight.”

Peter pretends to think for a second. “I might; but he’s really hungry, so you might want to ask him after a burger. Or 5.”

Tony laughs, standing up, extending his arm so that Peter can grab it, “The night’s still young, princess.”

Peter beams, letting himself get heaved up by Tony, “We best make the most of it.”

🌻🌻🌻🌻

The absolutely beautiful moodboard was made by the fantastic @starkermoodboards !! She makes fucking stellar boards so why are you not following her.

This fic took forever to write, so appreciate it please 😔 i’m also sorry this is so long????

-Red.

#starker #ironspider #peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #tony stark #starker fanfiction #fluff #starker fic #starker fluff #tooth rotting fluff #hnghjnndh its 1 am

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denebsapphic · 4 years

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I needed to write more f/f content for fo so here’s a short thing with my courier Sherry and Sarah. I know you need 30 vault suits to hook up with her, Sherry has already did that once. Arcade and Cass are in this for a bit too

Sherry wasn't exactly the strongest individual so Arcade and Cass helped her carry the vaults suits to Vault 21. The manager Sarah always needed more since they were a popular item in the gift shop. Sherry was perfectly okay with supplying them when she wasn't busy doing work for her father, Mr. House.

"So do you get paid for all these?" This was the first time Arcade was helping, usually Boone was in his place. The other man had gone back to Novac for now.

"I sure do! Caps and…." She paused and quietly said the next part. "other stuff…."

"What was that last part? It's not like you to be quiet." Sherry yelled a lot and sometimes made Arcade wonder how she didn't lose her voice.

"They fuck." Cass said in her usual blunt fashion.

The courier's pale face started to turn bright red and Arcade figures Cass was telling the truth then. "I see…." Good for her which he was only going to keep to himself because he had a little more class compared to the cow girl.

"Just like you and that NCR doctor, right?"

Sherry was glad the conversation was now focused on someone else. Though she knew Cass was wrong about this. She herself tried to get Arcade to go out with Doctor Richard's but he insisted he was "too boring" as per usual. Sherry would try to convince him again though one day.

"No, and even if I did that is none of your business."

Now Arcade was grateful as they finally made it to their destination. This would end this topic completely.

The three walked into Vault 21 and were greeted by the blonde manger. "Oh hello Sherry and friends! I see you brought more suits for me."

"Yep! Where do you want us to put them Sarah?"

"Just drop them off on the counter, I'll worry about putting them later. Let me get those caps for you too!"

They dumped the suits on the counter and the courier's two friends waited with her because they knew Sherry would give them money for helping her too. Also it wasn't a surprise to them that Sherry got along so well with Sarah since they both liked to yell excitedly.

While they waited Sarah counted the suits and gathered the caps up to give to Sherry. She would be giving her 450 caps in total. "Here you go! Fifteen isn't too bad."

"Thank you! My friends can have them all so that's um…" She had been learning math from Arcade but division was still the hardest to figure out for her.

"That's 225 each but are you sure you don't want any for yourself Sherry?" He was pretty impressed that she never seemed to care about money much especially considering who her father is.

"If she doesn't fucking want it, she doesn't want it Arcade."

"I'm sure and please don't fight!" She gives them the caps and thanks them again as they both head toward the exit. Cass giving her a wink because she knew what Sarah and Sherry were going to do when they were alone and Arcade just rolled his eyes.

"That was awfully nice of you to give them your payment Sherry. You're so sweet!"

Sherry smiled and blushed slightly. "They did help me and I don't need money. I can get plenty of that from my dad."

"I think I owe you something else then." Sarah reached across the counter to grab the shorter woman by the tie. She smashed her lips again the other woman's.

Sherry was surprised by this, the blonde was getting more bold. They usually did this sort of thing in the room Sherry had at Vault 21. She wasn't going to complain though. She felt her tie go lose as Sarah let her go. Sherry's face was turning red as she spoke. "I don't have anything else to do right now so we could go to my room…"

"Sounds like a good idea to me. I'll lead the way." Sarah walked out behind the counter and waited for the ginger to follow her down the vault. This was going to be far more worth than money.

#fallout new vegas #fallout #courier six #sarah weintraub #f/f #my writing #arcade gannon #cass fnv

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givemequeen · 5 years

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i want to hold your hand ; chapter i ; george x reader

request: Being the boys PR manger and George falling for you but you’re clueless. John points it out to the reader but she brushes it off. a/n: awww, i had no fucking idea what exactly PR managers did so thanks @i-love-queen-3000 for helping me out x also the reader was insomnia because i have and sue me. OH ALSO IM SORRY BUT IM GOING TO MAKE IT so Ringo points it out first (you’ll see). pairing: george x reader summary: you’re the pr manager of the boys and your falling for George, it’s against the rules but oh well. little do you know he feels the same way :) warnings: ur mum (#savage) year: ‘65? word count: 2,076

ONCE THIS GETS 100 NOTES ILL POST PART 2 :)

When you found out you were going to be working with The Beatles you got very excited. You had known them as kids back in Liverpool and it was Paul who had helped you get your current job so you could say you were friends. Another plus was George, he was by far the cutest member (and person alive) and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like him.

You went into John’s place, it was where you all had agreed to meet up to sort things out for the tour next week. Brian and you already knew all the information but you had to tell the four boys. They were in the living room laughing and chatting. Brian waved at you as soon as you came in and you returned the gesture.

“Okay lads, here is the list for the next concerts,” you said as you set down a piece of paper on the coffee table. The four boys rushed to grab the paper and this time George won. He smiled brightly at you and you nearly melted right there. You kindly smiled back remembering you had to keep this strictly professional.

George frowned at the smile you gave. For him, it looked like you didn’t want to talk to him. He liked you too but you didn’t know. Anyone could see it, it was so obvious. John knew, Paul knew, Ringo knew, Brian knew even the whole fucking team knew. It was hard to live around you two, everything was so awkward and neither of you seemed to notice.

And that’s when they had enough. Ringo, John and Paul convinced Brian to not book a hotel room, to skip your room so you would have to stick with George. Brian agreed, he knew it would be bad if you guys dated and then broke it off but it was too painful to just sit and watch. So this tour was it, you two were going to have to sleep on the same bed.

It was going to be in Scotland, it was their 4th tour and you always insisted on going a couple days earlier to the first stop just so you could ‘settle’ in. No one knew why but they all suspected it was so you could sightsee. So once you got into the plane to Glasgow Ringo’s, Paul’s, John’s and Brian’s plan was a ‘go’.

You were all very exhausted by the time you finally got the hotel. It was fancy, each tour was an upgrade from the last. You hadn’t chosen the hotels on this tour since the guys thought you should ‘take a break from all the hard work’. There were already fans swarming the hotel outside, how they found out remained a mystery to you. Another mystery is why they were out here past midnight, shouldn’t they be home?

John pushed you all through the crowd and into the hotel reception where two bellboys took your luggage. The reception was empty considering it was long past midnight. You thanked them and headed over to the receptionist while trying to keep track of all the boys. Ringo and George normally were fine, they followed you, especially George, like lost puppies but today was different. They had been fighting non-stop. They seemed to have ganged up against George which made you feel sad, he was the youngest after all.

You turned away from the receptionist who was getting the keys and looked at the boys. They were slapping each other like teenage girls. “Will you four just fucking shut it and stop fighting!” you snapped as quietly as you could. They stopped and turned to look at you.

“Sorry ma’am.” joked John making them all snicker.

“One more word from and I’ll throw you to the fans,” you warned making him finally shut up. The rest of the boys began to laugh at him being told off but one look from you made them join John’s state. You took a deep breath before returning to the kind woman, she handed you the keys and you were on your way.

Brian always got a room on a different floor. He said the boys annoyed him enough as it is, he didn’t want them knocking on his door at 3 in the morning because they forgot their toothbrush. You waved goodbye to the last sane person, Brian, as he got off the elevator.

The door closed and the bickering started again. “Fucking stop!” you snapped as you ran your hand through your hair. “What the fuck is going on now?” you asked as you turned to face them. They hurriedly straighten up and kept their hand to themselves.

“George wants to say something-” Ringo started.

“No, I don’t!” George complained

“Then I’ll say it!” John said with a smirk.

“No, you won’t!” the younger man reach over Paul to try and hit John but you were too quick. You slapped his hand away and he pulled it back, dramatically kissing it and soothing it. “Ouch!”

“Get over yourself,” you said just as the doors open. The boys all practically fell out of the lift. You pulled them to the side and began handing out keys, you were down to the last one when you realise you were one short. “What-” you looked up to John, Ringo and Paul who each had on in their hands.

“Oops, gotta go!” Paul said before rushing off.

“My mum’s calling,” John added as he joined Paul in escaping.

“Left the oven on.” Ringo shrugged his shoulders and they all shut the door of their rooms.

“Guess we’ll have to share.” You said as you looked down at your hand and back up to George who smiled weakly. With a big sigh, you picked up your backpack and went over to room 548. Carefully you took out the key from the paper holder and opened the door with George was close behind you. You smiled at him and he returned it but it immediately fell when you looked at the room.

It wasn’t the room itself, it was perfect in fact. It had a nice bathroom, a telly, a comfortable bed with clean and comfy looking sheets. At the far end, it had a little round table with two chairs that sat under the big window that overlooked the city. In a normal circumstance, you would have loved it but the problem was the bed.

There was only one. You groaned slightly at the thought of sharing a bed, something George heard. It’s not that you didn’t want to. Of course, you did. You had imagined him in your bed countless times but just not this way. George sighed at your response thinking you were disgusted by him.

“Is there a problem?” he asked finally having enough.

“What? Of course, there is, only one bed! The hotel must have made a mistake.” you said with a small chuckle as you avoided his gaze. You walked over to the phone and dialled the reception’s number. It ringed a couple of times before you realised they wouldn’t pick up. With another sigh, you sat down on the bed and fell back.

“I don’t mind sharing yn... I’ll go sleep with Ringo or someone if it bothers you.” George said as he picked up his coat. You sat up rather quickly and shook your head.

“What- No, it’s fine, really.” He smiled at you but it quickly disappeared when you smiled back. It seemed forced, like you didn’t even want to look at him.

“Do you hate me?” George finally asked, he leaned against a dressed and looked at you.

“Hate you? No! Why would I?”

“I dunno, you smile weird at me.”

“I’m just shy,” you said while blushing and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Same here,” he said with a little laugh, you joined in and locked eyes with him. The alarm clock beeped signalling a new hour, it was 1am. You sighed and slapped your thighs in a ‘let’s-get-going’ way.

“You can get the bathroom first, I’ll unpack.” George nodded, got his stuff and went to the bathroom. Once he locked the door you sighed and ran a hand through your hair before beginning to unpack your stuff. You didn’t unpack everything, of course, only the things for the four days you were here.

You heard the shower go on so you took this time to take your undergarments out of your suitcase and into the wardrobe. Not long after the shower turn off and you heard a groan. “Is everything okay in there?” you asked.

“Yeah, I forgot my toothbrush,” George said before opening the door. As soon as the door opened your jaw dropped. Luckily George was looking down so he didn’t catch you staring at his body. His towel was wrapped around his waist exposing his toned stomach and chest. You quickly looked away and cleared your throat. “Here it is!” he picked up the blue toothbrush, smiled at you and went into the bathroom once more.

As soon as the door closed behind him you let out a big sigh and fell back on the bed. “Damn.” you thought as the image of George shirtless replayed in your mind and you couldn’t help but blush when he came out once more. This time he was wearing clothes.

“Your turn love.” you blushed at the pet name and rushed into the bathroom. George chuckled at your reaction and smirked to himself. You took a quick shower and got ready for bed. After brushing your teeth and hair you stood in front of the mirror. Once you checked everything was okay you made your way back into the room.

“What side do you want to sleep on?” asked George after you turned off the lights and closed the light.

“Left,” you said finally looking up at him. He was sat on a table that was against the wall. In front of him was a couple of pieces of paper full of lyrics.

“Perfect, I sleep right.” he smiled at you and returned to his papers.

“You writing?” you asked as you slipped under the covers.

“Yeah,” George said without looking up. He dotted the paper before getting up. You watched from your spot in the bed as he walked over to the bed and got into his side. “Night yn.” he murmured as he tucked himself in.

“Night,” you whispered back before opening your book. You read a couple more pages before sleep overtook you. By this time George was fast asleep, his soft little snores filled the room. You turned off the little table that was on top of your bedside table and pulled the covers over your body. Even with the heater on it was still very cold.

Due to your insomnia, you stayed up with your eyes glued to the roof. You drummed your fingers over your hand that rested on top of your stomach. George stirred in his sleep causing you to turn to him. You huffed in annoyance wishing you could be the one sleeping. Thinking it might change something, you turned on your side so your back face George.

You felt the bed move, George must be moving again. Suddenly an arm flopped over your body. Your breath hitched but he only moved closer to you. George pulled you close so his body was pressed against yours. After a couple of seconds you relaxed, he was so warm it made you sleepy and his scent lingered around you. You took a deep breath in, he smelled like cigarettes, aftershave and, well, George.

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alitaimagines · 5 years

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note: oh shit, I actually returned yall, on fanfic writer appreciation day at that. This wasn’t a request as supposed to it just being something I wrote willingly. This means requests are open for everything as usual. also thank you to @boku-no-imagine-acadamia for the appreciation today!

all grammar mistakes will be fixed tomorrow or eventually.

bokuto koutarou, iwaizumi hajime x fem! reader

fandom: haikyuu!!

You were one of the three Fukurodani volleyball managers. You had known Bokuto since primary school and even went to the same secondary school together. When you realized that you were also attending the same high school, Bokuto had asked you to become their manager.

Both you and Bokuto thought of each other as best friends. You seen him as a best friend but as the year progressed, you started seeing him as more of a best friend. You developed feelings for the spiky haired boy and while it didn't come off as a surprise to anyone, you were knew Bokuto didn't feel the same way.

When you finally admitted your feelings to him, it was the middle of the second year. He was flattered that you felt that way but he admittedly denied you. Bokuto had seen you more as a friend and he didn't want to ruin the friendship by starting a relationship that could end badly. To say you were upset was an understatement but you kept it to yourself and didn't say much after that. It was too late to switch clubs but you also didn't want to be seen as the girl who left a club all because of a boy so you stayed and talked to Bokuto when you absolutely had too.

Bokuto was upset that the friendship took a weird turn and while he did see you as a cute girl, he would have rather stayed as friends. That being said, he did feel a little surge of jealousy when you spoke to opposing teams and seen that they were flirting with you. He thought it was something along the lines of being a protective brother but anyone was really able to see that it was much more than that.

After the year was over, you had met came in contact with a few other volleyball players. They weren't exactly your type but considering you were looking to date around, you strayed away from those who were like Bokuto. You had gone out on dates with Tendou Satori from Shiratorizawa, Terushima Yuji from Johzenji, Futakuchi Kenji from Date Tech and Iwaizumi Hajime from Aoba Johsai during the summer. In the end nearly all of them seen you the same way that Bokuto had seen you. Iwaizumi was the only exception. He actually took interest in you and asked you out on another date after the first one. You agreed almost instantly and that was all it took for the two of you to start seeing each other on a weekly basis.

Once your third year came, you had completely gotten over Bokuto. You were still seeing Iwaizumi at least once a week and while he still hadn't asked you out, you were more than happy to say that he had seen you as his girlfriend. No one at Fukurodani had known about your relationship with Iwaizumi but you weren't exactly trying to out yourself. Aoba Johsai was technically still their rival and you knew that they wouldn't be the happiest team if they found out.

The winter had came and you were more than happy that Fukurodani was participating in the winter practice tournaments. They weren't the qualifiers for the spring tournaments but the point of the winter practices were to scope out any potential schools to see who would be qualifying for the spring matches.

Anyone who was deemed to be a qualifying school attended the winter practices. Aoba Johsai, Nekoma, Johzenji, and Karasuno to name a few. You were excited to see all of the managers but you were beyond excited to be with Iwaizumi for a little over a week. Everyone at Aoba Johsai knew about Iwaizumi dating the Fukurodani girl so when they all seen you walking in with Bokuto and the rest of the team, they were excited to see you. Fukurodani wasn't exactly pleased to see that Aoba Johsai was so excited to see you but they didn't make much of it. They just assumed that you knew some of them from primary and secondary school.

"Hey! Kuroo, Oikawa, Daichi, Suga, and a few of the captains are going out tonight. We all got permission to go out the club as long as we got back before midnight and you should come with us." Iwaizumi said when he seen that the coast was clear from any Fukurodani members. "If you want, you can invite Bokuto so you're not weirded out."

You immediately shook your head no. "I still haven't exactly told Bokuto or the rest of the team that we're dating." Iwaizumi gave you an annoyed sigh. "Hajime, I know, I will but promise me you won't go off and tell them on your own. Bokuto wears his heart on his sleeve and if he finds out that the head manager is dating a rival player, he isn't going to take that lightly."

"I know but you have to promise me that you'll go out with us tonight." Hajime said as he grabbed your hand. "Oikawa had been pestering me to take you out with the team and I want my girl to be friends with my best friend." You jokingly rolled you eyes as you gave him a quick peck. "I'll see you and Oikawa tonight, I promise."

"You promised him what?" You heard Bokuto say as your eyes immediately widened. "Uh, nothing! I promised him that I would speak to the Aoba Johsai managers about something later." Hajime rolled his eyes as he gave you a quick goodbye.

Bokuto gave you a suspicious look as he turned away. "You shouldn't be alone with him. It'll give people the wrong impression." You stared at him as you couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Whatever people want to think is their own business. Why aren't you at practice? I still see the team playing."

"I went to use the restroom and I seen that Iwaizumi was with you so I assumed that he was probably hitting on you or making you uncomfortable." You shrugged. "Iwaizumi is the last person to make me uncomfortable but you need to go back to practice. I won't stick up for you."

Bokuto gave you one last look before he ran back inside the gym. You wanted to tell him about the relationship but considering how he was just acting, you weren't exactly in the mood to tell him anymore.

The first day of practices had came to an end and you had ran back to the rooms where the managers were staying at. A few of the over age managers were invited out and you knew that Yukie was one of the few who was planning on going out. You had mentioned to her that you were seeing someone but you still hadn't mentioned that it was Iwaizumi of all people.

"Hey, do you mind if I catch a ride with whoever you're getting a ride with?" Yukie asked. You sighed knowing this was the chance to finally tell her everything. "If you don't mind riding with a bunch of Aoba Johsai players then sure."

"Oh, you're riding with Iwaizumi, huh?" You gave her a nervous look as she started laughing. "Sweetheart, everyone knows you're seeing Iwazumi. It isn't exactly news and Oikawa likes to talk rather loudly. I overheard him talking about you to Iwaizumi and I figured he was the mystery boy."

You sighed as you shot your head back. "Who else knows?"

"Well it's me, Kaori, Konoha and Akaashi for the time being." Yukie said as she grabbed her jacket. "Bokuto hasn't found out unless Akaashi told him but I doubt it considering Akaashi isn't the kind of person to be spreading other peoples business."

You sighed as you fixed your jacket and tucked your jeans inside of your boots. "I know but you know how Bokuto is. Something ticks him off and he'll be depressed for the rest of the trip. Plus, I was talking to Hajime earlier and he was kind of mad that I was alone with him."

"Bokuto is an idiot and I think that the two of you are cute together. It's about time you finally found someone else." You gave her a small smile as she patted your back. "Plus, I was wondering if you could hook me up with Oikawa. I might have a chance if you're dating his best friend." You rolled your eyes as you and Yukie walked out of the dorm.

"We'll see. So are you riding with us? Hajime is picking me up and I'm sure Tooru and a few others will be there." You mentioned. "I also think that Kuroo from Nekoma is riding with us as well."

Yukie said yes excitedly. "Kuroo and Oikawa? Is it all the captains or what?" You nodded as you noticed Hajime pulling up. The passenger seat was empty as you seen Kuroo and Oikawa cramped in the back.

"Aw Hajime, Oikawa could've gone in the front until you picked me up." You said laughing as you gave Oikawa a small apology. "Kuroo, you know Yukie but Oikawa, this is Yukie. She's another one of the Fukurodani mangers." Oikawa gave Yukie a small as you noticed a blush written across her face.

You rolled your eyes as you gave a quick peck to Hajime. "Woah, hold up! Since when were the two of you a thing?" Kuroo asked as he stared at the two of you bewildered. Hajime sighed. "We've been together since October." Kuroo stared at you as you turned around to talk to Hajime again.

Kuroo felt a bit conflicted. Bokuto was a friend and he was more than positive that he had no idea about you and Hajime. He knew it wasn't his business to spread but he felt conflicted if he didn't at least mentioned it.

As the group of you got the club, Hajime immediately jumped out of the car and opened your door. You couldn't help but blush at the small gesture as the two of you got to the front of the club. After the bouncer scanned everyones ID's, you noticed how filled the club actually was. You could tell that it was mostly third years or first year college students

"I'm grabbing a soda, do you want anything?" Hajime asked as you nodded. "I'll come with. I don't know what I want so I'll just go with you." The two of you made your way to the bar to get something to drink as you noticed Yukie and a few of the girls already dancing. "So, I take it that Kuroo didn't take well to us dating?" Hajime shrugged. "I don't care. I'm not looking for anyones validation."

You agreed as you grabbed Hajime's hand and took him to the dance floor. "I hope you didn't think that you weren't going to be dancing tonight. I love dancing! Especially when it's with my boyfriend." Hajime tried to deny you but you nevertheless lucked out and got him to the dance floor.

You heard Beyonce's 'Crazy in Love' start playing as you immediately squealed with Yukie and Hana. The three of you began to dance and you without a doubt in your mind noticed Oikawa trying to join in. You couldn't help but notice how out of rhythm he was.

You were standing in front of Hajime as you heard the laughs coming from Kuroo and a few other players. You grabbed Kuroo by the hand and got him to the floor as he tried to mimic the dance moves you were doing. It was harder for a boy of his stature to be doing all of the hip rolling you were doing against Hajime but you swore it was the funniest thing to see.

As the night progressed, you noticed a few of the boys were taking videos and posting them on Snapchat. You hadn't realized that most of the video's Kuroo had posted were of himself along with you and Hajime dancing together. You knew that Bokuto was bound to see them but at the moment, you were having too much fun to care.

Hajime had gone to the bathroom as you were dancing wit Hana and Yukie. What you hadn't realized was that Bokuto managed to get word of the captain's outing and went to see what was going on. What he wasn't expecting was you with Hajime.

Kuroo noticed him walking in and his eyes immediately darted back to you and Iwaizumi. You were still dancing to some Martin Garrix song as Kuroo tried to run up to Bokuto.

"Hey man! I didn't know you were coming out!" Kuroo said nervously as Bokuto tried to shrug it off. "I noticed everyone came out so I figured I'd join the party. Where's ( your name )?" Kuroo felt like he admittedly put himself in the middle of the entire situation as he pointed to you and Iwaizumi. Bokuto thanked him and got on the dance floor.

You were now dancing to 'Light It Up' by Major Lazer and you felt like you were having the most fun you had in a while. Just as you turned to give Hajime give a quick peck to him, you noticed Bokuto towering over you.

"Hey." Bokuto managed to say as you closed your eyes hoping that all of this was suddenly a dream. "Hey Bokuto! I wasn't expecting you here tonight!" Bokuto raised his brow questioningly as Hajime immediately grabbed your hand.

"I didn't expect you out here either. I also didn't expect you to be on a date with someone." You felt like if you rolled your eyes any harder, your eyes would have rolled to another dimension. "Yeah, I'm on date with Hajime. You know, my boyfriend? I don't really see why I have to be telling you my personal business."

"It's my business when it's my best friend and my team's manager. You're dating a rival team! Where did you get off on the fact of you being able to date someone from the opposite team?" Bokuto exclaimed as you stared at him angrily.

"I don't know why it's any of YOUR concern about who I'M dating and who I'm not." You said as you pointed a finger at him. Hajime and Yukie were able to tell that you were ready to blow at any moment. "As far as I knew, you stopped caring about me after I admitted my feelings to you last year."

Bokuto squinted at you. "So? That doesn't give you a reason to be dating around with kids from other schools." Your eyes widened as you felt you fist clench. "That gives me all the reason! What the fuck are you going on about! I'm not dating Akaashi because that's your best friend and I'm doing that out of respect for you! Konoha isn't exactly my type either!"

"You could've dated Kuroo and I would've been fine."

"KUROO IS YOUR FRIEND! What part of that are you not understanding! Have you taken too many balls to the head or something?" You tried to relax your breathing as Hajime whispered in your ear to calm down. "You know what? I'm not doing this. Not today. I'm on a date with my boyfriend and I refuse to let you ruin the night I was having."

Bokuto's small laughed was what sent you off. Without fully realizing what you were doing, your first connected to Bokuto's nose. You gave him a good back hand to the face and to say the least, you were a bit proud. The few people around you immediately cringed at the sound the punch made as Hajime and Yukie tried to get you away from Bokuto.

"The next time you want to be someone else's business, stay the fuck out of mine!" You screamed as you felt tears coming down your face. "I unfortunately have to see you tomorrow but you know what? Unless you absolutely have to talk to me, don't even think of approaching me. As a matter of fact, just fuck off!"

Bokuto remained silent as he rubbed his cheek and watched you walk away with Yukie and Hajime.

You woke up the next morning with a massive headache and a pounding arm. The punch you had given Bokuto was harder than you anticipated and while you felt bad for going that hard towards his face, you still didn't regret it.

"What the hell happened last night?" Kaori asked as you noticed Yukie start laughing. "( your name ) punched the hell out of Bokuto last night. He came to the club and started talking shit to her so she did the only logical thing and punched him right on the nose."

"Did it break?" Kaori asked as you shrugged. "I don't know and I really don't care. He knows how I feel and if he even dares to try it today, I'll make sure that this time his nose actually breaks."

Kaori seen the anger in your face right away. The rest of the morning stayed quiet as the three of you had to get ready for the day of practice's. You put on the manditory Fukurodani sweater along with the matching joggers. What you didn't mention was the Aoba Johsai shirt you had underneath. It was Hajime's first year volleyball shirt that managed to shrink in the wash and he had no other reason to keep it so he gave it to you.

The three of you walked down the stairs as you seen the team already practicing with Karasuno. You sipped your coffee as you grabbed the empty bottles of water and started refilling it for everyone.

The morning was spent awkwardly quiet as Bokuto couldn't even look at you in the eye. You noticed the bruising around his nose and he was able to tell the bruising around your knuckles. More than anything, Bokuto was upset for two reasons. One reason was because you kept the relationship a secret and while he knew that it wasn't any of his business, he still felt like he should've been told. Secondly was because he let the argument escalate to the level it did. Never in a million years did he ever expect for you to punch him in the nose.

When Akaashi found out the severity of the situation, Bokuto had to hear his lecture for at least 20 minutes. He knew what he did was wrong but he had no idea how to approach both you and Iwaizumi to apologize.

Once the time for dinner came, Bokuto figured this was going to be the only time he had to apologize before the third round of practices came. He knew that their practice round against Aoba Johsai was coming and he couldn't face with Iwaizumi with a straight face after last night.

When he realized that Iwaizumi was on his own and you weren't in the room, he discreetly slipped his way to the table.

"What are you doing here?" Iwaizumi asked bluntly as Bokuto immediately cringed at his tone of voice. "Bold of you to show up after the shitty stunt you pulled last night."

"I know what I did was wrong and I wanted to come and apologize to you first." Bokuto admitted as Iwaizumi was taken back. "It was extremely out of line and I had no place to be doing that in the first place. It's none of my business who ( your name ) is dating and I'm glad it's someone like you that she chose."

Iwaizumi sighed. "I accept the apology but the one you should be apologizing too is ( your name ). She's the one caught in the middle of all this and she was really upset last night. The one you really need to be apologizing too is her."

Bokuto sighed knowing that what Iwaizumi said was extremely true.

"I know but I don't even know where to begin." "Well I do so you better listen."

The day of practice's had ended and you hadn't seen Hajime. You knew that with the entire day filled with practice, it was going to be hard to see him but you hadn't seen him since dinner. You figured Oikawa must've dragged him off somewhere but you still found it odd.

You had sent out Kaori and Yukie to get a late snack for the three of you when you noticed Hajime walking into the gym. You gave him a smile as you ran up to him and gave the boy a quick kiss.

"I hadn't seen you since dinner! I'm assuming Oikawa took you somewhere?" You asked as Hajime shook his head no. "Not Oikawa exactly but someone else did." You gave him a questioning look as you noticed Bokuto walking in.

Your eyes widened as you looked at Hajime accusingly. He stepped back knowing what you were capable of. "Just hear him it. I did and look at where it got us."

You lifted your eyebrow questioningly as Bokuto gave off a big sigh.

"I wanted to apologize. I know what I did was wrong and I apologize for that. I shouldn't have pissed you off the way I did and I kind of deserve the punch you gave me." Bokuto admitted as he caught his breath. "I know it might take you a while to forgive me but I don't want to lose my best friend. Plus, I know Iwaizumi is a nice guy and I have no idea why I got as mad as I did. Maybe I have some feelings for you that I didn't realize until now but I promise that I won't interfere into your relationship again. You have my word."

You gave a look to Hajime as you groaned.

"I accept your apology but don't expect me to be best friends with you so quickly. What you said really hurt and that was coming from someone I consider a friend." You said back. "Again, I accept your apology but just butt out of my relationship unless I ask for your advice or something."

Bokuto nodded as you gave him the tiniest smile. "Well, Hajime and I are getting ice cream so I'll see you tomorrow." Bokuto nodded vigorously as Hajime patted his back.

Maybe your relationship wasn't going to be fixed in a week or a month but he was hoping that everything slowly started getting back to the way it was before.

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musicbizgradstud · 4 years

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week ONE - kinda (you’ll see what i mean)

Wowzers. We are really out here. I would content that this is the end of the first week. I got to meet my classmates, take one class, do an assload of reading and meet my first classmate IRL. And I’ve done some thinking about what the hell this program is about. Some of which has been really nice and wholesome, and some of which leaves me with a lot of question marks.

Okay just took a hit from my blunt lets goooo.

It’s 2020 and I’m a college student. My school luckily has been fairly communicative about the “expectations.” So pretty early on in the summer we knew that we were going to be online. That this was going to be a virtual exchanges. Now I’ll admit that I had a fair share of blind optimism of it all going to be “fine” and it all going to “work out great.” Without giving too much thought to what any of that would really feel like or mean. So as people were asking me what it’s like or how I was feeling about it, I found that question complicated because I Was figuring what i wanted my answer to be, but i didn’t know if I was going to like it. (I guess i wanted to like my answer which wasn’t the question. ah well.)

I met with a second year student to buy some books from them (side not buy the 2nd edition of winogradskys book, trust me). They were a little older, did a career pivot and entered the program. The previous career was not related to music at all. They had an internship turned job, a research gig, and managing “a few” artists. ONE YEAR. HALF OF IT IN A PANDEMIC. now i don’t know the steps, pace or how it went down. I just feel compelled to say that a lot happened and as I see this person next I’ll comment that I just am flabbergasted that they accomplished so much. Was the info they got from classes that helpful? Did they have a rich friend? Did the profs turn it out? I have some thoughts.

**so classes did a lot to simulate thought, provide examples, and share information. So for this particular student, they emphasized the extra-circular aspect as what was important. The classes provided them tons of the nuts and bolts. Contracts, parts of the business, publishing, rights mgmt. There were lots of shows. (This is what i see as the kicker) Going to shows is where you could see people participating in their projects. Meet/see their friends who are in their orbit. Get an idea of how the world turns in a few different scenes. Through that, since you’re more or less an adult, you can make those kind of contacts faster. People just generally seem more interested in what you do, and trying to find tethers or connections b/t them and you. Sometimes it turns into a coffee. Or a biz meeting. But at the shows, people are chill. people are down to chat with randos. As a music business student, you can totally market your skills as a manger. You basically see the world of music and the ways it makes money. Great managers want to make money. So as a graduate educating/ed strapping young manager, you have a leg above other young strapping managers. And for the internship, depending on the program, I can actually see lots of companies wanting to keep people around for more than a semester if the work they do is good. It might not be full-time or dream paychecks, but it gets your resume started and due to inertia, you may be able to stick around. it is also, as a side note, helpful in terms of creating a center of gravity.

CENTER OF GRAVITY: When I worked in coffee, after about a year and a half, I had built my center. I worked for a certain company full-time so i spend lots of hours there. People who worked for other companies in the same industry would come through. The ones I was friendly with I would take more care to say hi and hear about how they’re doing. On my days off, I would visit them at their jobs, and even at the later stages, I would be interacting with them On a professional2professional basis. As my company grew and our “scene” grew, as I would be building my week to week schedule all things felt in sync. Going out was an easy thing to arrange, getting people together was simple to arrange because everyone’s life rhymed. All ended work at a certain point. All started basically around the same time. All encountered similar day to day #1 world probz. There were also natural breaks where when i needed to get away to visit a friend or different group, i could break the rhyme and rejoin it almost effortlessly. So in regards to music. Once that rhyme gets established, your work breeds interaction with local people/places/activities/cultural moments/movements etc. Then you take those common understandings to others who work, and your play becomes an extension of your work, but in a meaningful way (you choose who you’re cool with to chill). You figure out what is the “go-to” hangout, you are socialized enough to be comfortable making choices that suit your needs. Not feeling overly worried about what a decision might mean or if it’ll negatively effect you. Life becomes similar. Then as my world felt more established, it even felt easier to meet other people. They saw my life and its patterns and I could glimpse and see theirs.

What is fascinating right now is that I am getting used to a completely different style. I don’t understand it. I don’t know where I fit. I don’t even know if there is a fit right now.

We finally when they hosted orientation for all 30 of us last Monday. The moment where I would meet the next “cohort” of professionals entering the music industry. It was an hour long zoom call with 30+ participants. 30 of us students and four or so faculty/staff members. It was hectic and gnarly to say the least. So many new faces, marred with expectations of what I thought they were going to be like meeting the reality. Lots of working people. I think what is pretty evident is that with the exception of three or so students, of those working in music right now, everyone is loaded with the side hustles. Being a “project manager/marketer/label mgmt/etc. Etc.” To some of those people I’m just amazed that they feel they have enough time to dedicate to full-time school. We did a little ice breaker where we did names, where were calling from, undergrad degree, “fun fact” (I h8 fun facts. Like what the fuck). I didn’t take notes, but I saw the whirl of information, people and backgrounds from all over the place. There were no two similar people. It was actually pretty beautiful. The power that this cohort can have on sheer experience alone is pretty fab.

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First class was hilarious because we all reintroduced ourselves (kind of for the prof), but in a big way for all of us. We got to see faces, hear names and context. So no hate here. The prof had sent out three questions to keep in mind. These questions lead me to do additional research outside of the assigned readings. So i had a jumbled pil;e of thoughts assembled and the prof started a question as a line of thinking. Difficult to track where the conversation was going, I saw classmates pipe in, sharing experiences, thoughts, real-world examples. I was just fit to be tied. I had so many thoughts. I didn’t voice a single one because i dind’t know how to use the technology to my advantage. (Next time i’ll use the chat to pipe in an additional thought, but if i have an urgent or concept changing idea i’ll raise my hand.

The debate was 1st amendment protections vs. copyright. Copyright is a limited length monopoly over a creative work. 1st amendment rights guarantees an individual the right to express themselves w/o worry of damnation. But what if what you want to express is a copyrighted material? Well. There are a few things that the law sets up to give temporary lapse to that limited monopoly. Sadly, systematically those lapses in the law, have generally benefited white creators/performers and left behind style-defining black and colored creators. The law not benefitted them as a Jim Crow feeling law. But as a problem with how the law was interpreted and acted on by companies in the scene. How they used the law to make a profit. To give an example. Little Richard is often considered the father of rock and roll. The ways in which he influenced later generations is unparalleled. Set up an industry that is making millions of millions of dollars. Talk about cultural relevance right? You would think someone (or their estate) that has their style and influence in so many places would be sitting pretty. Well. The law only guarantees you to so much. If you were a songwriter, you are compensated for a number of rights. Public performance/mechanicals etc. These rates are set by the government. You can calculate pretty easily where your payout is. But it is ONLY for a few streams.Right now the rates are pretty low, they’ve been set low for a long time.So lets say you are lucky and you are Also the recording artist.well cool! You get another pot of royalty money from the exploitation of your recording which contains your vocal flair, aesthetic energy. It’s great. Those rates are also set, but in a private negotiations. So your rate could be pretty high. Oh you also get lump sums of money against advance so there is cash flow™️. The other advantage is that if you aren’t the songwriter, you can benefit almost seemingly MORE than the writer because you have streams that are attached to you because you offered a “performacne” of it and that is what sticks with audiences. So sadly songs written, stylished and performed by little Richard originally can be re-purposed, re-recorded basically copying and the songwriter is obliged to allow you to do this. In fact publishing companies really can’t give an F. They get additional mechanical royalties but it just *FEELS* wrong. You can copy a Black artists style, voice and dance moves for the profit of your creative pursuit and only compensate them in a monetary way that for the record is *incredibly* low for the sheer amount of value that is being copied?

That’s the delimemma that i want to paint this week. there are a number of these things that just feel wrong, but due to the protections that the law provides, it is perfectly legal and oftentime encouraged by capitalism to do. So the behavior becomes justified and left alone.

So value. Where does it come from? How is it recognized in this moment? Who is it taking from? How are they apart of this chain? Do they know or communicate with who they’re coping? The “recorded-music-part” of the music industries future will have to answer these questions. Is it fair? How could it change? Makes me want to work in rights management to really understand how these decisions are getting maid. So maybe a publisher, that new org that is going to disperse mechanicals really really interests me. So maybe I’ll work for them :)

Alright That’s all for now. Looking to meet more peopleIRL. People have their head in the game. Everyone who I’ve met does have their head in the game, but I can’t wait to meet more. Talk soon.

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lightthewayofficial · 5 years

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Chapter One: Atticus

The Parish family have been in the service of the Klaus Foundation since 1853. Queen Victoria and King Albert, both partial to a Christmas celebration, had countless serving staff to make their holiday as spectacular as possible, William Parish being amongst them. Bill had shown a particularly commendable demonstration of seasonal good-will when he’d saved Queen Vicky from being set alight by one of the Christmas tree candles. Saving the British Monarchy from being burned alive was very much considered in line with the Christmas spirit, and he was thus knighted by the reigning Santa Clause (at the time, this was Georg Klaus II).

Parish continued to serve the British Royal Family into his old age. Whilst his children did not receive work within the palace, they were offered a coveted place at the Klaus dinner table and an invite to the Boxing Day Ball every year. After Bill’s daughter, Molly, managed to quickly avert a Christmas pudding related crisis- rather too much brandy, rather a lot of bushy beard in proximity of the pudding’s flame- it made sense for Georg II to employ the Parishes permanently. The Klaus Foundations’ fire-putter-outers. Today, the most recent generation of Parishes has recently hung up his fire hose, though, disappointingly, he didn’t get much of an opportunity to use it.

His son, Atticus Parish, is currently stepping off the District Line at High Street Kensington to meet his girlfriend, Saskia Harper-Smith. He is ready for a cigarette after a long day of photocopying, and he’s absolutely bloody starving, because a Pret-a-Manger crayfish salad may be delicious but it certainly isn’t filling.

I am that man. Enough of the pretentious third person- I am Atticus Parish. And if I have to spend one more day at that Advertising company, I may just start tearing the photocopy machine apart bit by bit, and throw all the pieces across the office. I feel like I could easily revert back to my caveman days if I slip, even just a little. One more ‘are you busy, Atticus? Could I trouble you to print 300 of these flyers?’ and I’ll be a monkey flinging poo at the zoo enclosure window.

Usually, the Christmas spirit is enough to pick me right back up. These past few weeks, I’ve seen Kensington High Street putting up its lights, colouring its shop windows with stockings and wrapping paper, litter the streets with after-school and after-work shoppers. It’s nice. I can smell cinnamon when I walk past Starbucks. I can wrap my scarf closer around my neck and sink into that seasonal feeling that usually has butterflies fluttering in my belly. Typically, I’m that person who’s sickeningly festive and starts playing Michael Buble in October.

What can I say? It runs in my family.

But there’s something different this year. And the year before that. And before that. Really, it’s since I left University. It’s like, whatever little switch that I have in my brain that automatically flicks on when 1st December rolls by has gone faulty. The fuse has tripped and I can’t turn it back on. These past few years I’ve been fumbling in the boiler room cupboard searching for the bloody thing with a little torch, and I just can’t find it.

Actually, I don’t think that feeling is just reserved for my missing Christmas Spirit. This disorientation has been a general feeling for a while. Sometimes, it seems like every single twenty-something year old feels the same.

An ambulance screams down the High Street. Boys in their school uniforms trapse out of Sports Direct, unable to afford any of the shoes they’ve had their eyes on all year. I turn left and step in a puddle that smells suspiciously of beer and piss. That’s just the fragrance of London.

I put in the keycode for Saskia’s apartment building, opposite the Indian Restaurant that I always have to go to to pick up the food because Saskia’s called shotgun. I take the steps one by one, very slowly, and I open the flat door with my key.

Saskia is home. This is unusual. She sits on the dogleg sofa with her tight-clad feet tucked under her bum. She extends a cigarette towards me before I even get to ask her how her day was.

I take the cigarette. She’s staring at the page of her book. “How was your day?” I manage to ask.

“Oh,” she sighs, in the way that says, oh, you know. Shit as usual. “Wine’s open on the counter.” “Brilliant.” I see the bottle of Campo Vecchio open on the black, marble top counter. I walk past Saskia’s abandoned Leboutins, towards the bedroom.

I leave the door open behind me as I remove a suitcase from our shared wardrobe and begin to throw in random pairs of underwear.

I hear movement on the sofa.

“What are you doing?” she asks, as if she already knows.

“I’m going to The North Pole,” I reply, a bit giddily.

“Don’t be daft.” I can smell her cigarette smoke, and it reminds me that I haven’t lit mine. I take a lighter from my jacket pocket and light the cigarette dangling between my chapped lips. “You haven’t told them you’re coming.”

I pause, pyjama bottoms in hand. “That’s true. I haven’t been back in about fifteen years. It’d be rude to turn up unannounced, wouldn’t it?” “It’s less that,” Saskia calls casually. “I’m sure they’ll be slobbering all over a Parish, back in the good old NP. It’s more that you might not have a job waiting for you there.” My packing slows as I begin to fold my pyjamas carefully. I tap my cigarette on the closest mug; the ash was very close to burning a small hole through my tartan PJs.

“Ever sensible. What would I do without you, Sas.” “Well, you’d better start thinking up the answer to that fast. Pole’s a long way away, sweet.”

I come to a stop then. Slowly turning around, I measure the view of my girlfriend, sat in her minimalist living room with smoke drifting around her straightened, dark-brown hair. She’s still burrowed in her book.

“I’m sorry, Sas.”

That makes her put down her book, looking at me over the back of the sofa with a frown. “What on Earth are you apologising for, Atticus? You and I both know we don’t love each other that way.” At this point, Saskia’s blunt delivery shouldn’t come as a shock. It does, even now, even after knowing her for five years. “I know. I mean. We’ve spoken about it. But that doesn’t make it less rubbish that I’m up and leaving.”

She turns back to her book.

“I’d rather you’d go if it’s your gut instinct, Attie. Your gut’s always been a good guide.”

“Only when you need help choosing from the takeaway menu.” She doesn’t laugh. I laugh to myself a little, though.

“What made you decide this now?” she continues. “You could pop back to your apartment and get some proper clothes. You haven’t left an awful lot here.” “It just struck me as I was walking through High Street Ken.” “Ah. The horrible commercial aspect of it all?” I’m on hands and knees, rummaging under Saskia’s bed. She has some of those amazing vacuum pack things with a few of my winter jumpers in. I pull one of the packs out and it’s rock hard, like a sachet of compressed cocoa powder.

“Sort of,” I say, voice coming out strained as I try and open the vacuum nozzle. “It’s just-” I pop the nozzle open, and it wheezes like an air mattress. “All the stuff in the news. The horrible political situation. Ice caps melting.” “Mmm.” “And what people need most is hope, a light to guide them, and instead it’s iPhones and Build-a-Bears.” “I like iPhones.” “And I like Build-a-Bears,” I continue, opening the vacuum bag and finding my warmest Edinburgh Woolen Mill knitted item. I have a fair few. “I’m not diminishing the power of a good present, of those little gestures. Of those things in life that make you happy. But the world is just so much more complex than our parents ever made it out to be, and now-”

There’s a thud from the apartment upstairs. The neighbours’ toddler has just started walking, and she keeps bumping into things. The comes a shrill cry as she registers that she’s fallen over.

“Now,” I continue, “even when there’s good intentions behind it, even when these material things are helpful or fun or good, or whatever, it’s hard to forget that it’s probably been made in some sweatshop. Or that the company that came up with it isn’t paying any taxes- or it’s burning down the Amazon Rainforest. Or that one action figure is wrapped up in layers of pointless plastic packaging.”

A deep breath. And then I fold a second jumper and put it in the suitcase.

“Oh. Sorry- mind if I steal your suitcase, Sas?” “No. Has all of this only just occurred to you? And when did you become such a pessimist, Atticus Parish? I’ve never known you to talk like this, and quite frankly it’s terrifying.” I’m searching through my shirts. Why don’t I own any turtlenecks? “I know, it really is terrifying.” “Does this mean that you’re officially pursuing the Parish family business at Klaus Foundation, then?” “I suppose it does.” I zip up the suitcase.

“I’m.” There’s a pause, and I hear here close her book whilst I’m zipping. “I’m happy for you, Atticus. It’s always mattered to you, spreading hope and joy and all those sorts of things. Much more of a natural at Christmas spirit than me.” I’ve forgotten my toothbrush. My voice echoes in the bathroom as I say, “How would you know? You could be a natural. You’re a Smith who’s never wielded a blacksmith’s hammer before. Have you ever wielded a hammer, Saskia Harper-Smith?”

“No, and I daresay I never will.”

I pull the heavy suitcase off the bed- I packed too many shoes, but never mind- and I suddenly catch my reflection in the full-length mirror. Red curls getting too long, nose still red from the cold outside. Looking more energetic than I have in a long time- which is only, really, the sort of thing you notice when you’ve been particularly sluggish for a long time. Suddenly, I feel like I don’t have the time to stop and think about all of this.

The sound of the suitcase rolling on the polished concrete floor is horribly loud. Saskia is standing, cigarette put out, only halfway finished. Her large eyes look suddenly larger and more childlike than they ever have before.

“Look after yourself, thank you,” she demands.

“Of course, darling.” I bring her into a hug. She doesn’t typically like them, but I do, and she acquiesces today. I feel her skinny hand pat me awkwardly between the shoulder blades.

“I don’t really know what I’m doing,” I mumble into the material of her cardigan.

There’s barely a beat’s hesitation before she replies, “Yes you do.”

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It’s been a very long time since I’ve been on the boat to Håperg.

This close to Christmas, it’s frankly irresponsible that I’m on this boat close to the darkest, coldest time of the year- and it’s remarkably lucky that these kind people have offered to take me. But here I am, and here they are, and I’ve done my best to offer them some of my tea from my flask as a thank you but they just smile and shake their heads politely.

Seagulls screech overhead. I’m always amazed by how far-out seagulls fly- I don’t know enough about their eating habits to understand what they’re doing here. They’re probably thinking the same of me. The water occasionally splashes over the side, though the current isn’t that bad. It’s the ice that’s the problem, and I can’t shake off that unsettling feeling that we’ll just be the miniature version of The Titanic and end up sinking out here. When I came out here as a child, I didn’t really think about my own mortality so much. Now, I’m looking around and all I see is the receding shoreline of Spitsbergen and the sun failing to reach the horizon, that weak, pinkish glow dusting the clouds. It’s a bit terrifying.

It’s perfect here.

I remember how much I loved it the first time, when I was six; the second time when I was ten. My lasting memory of both visits is the taste of chocolate and the cold scraping up my lungs. I loved it here, I loved seeing where my father came to work four months of the year. I won’t ever fully understand why he tried to put me off it, and I won’t understand how he almost succeeded.

I close my eyes and breath in, and let the gentle rock of the boat silence my thoughts. The old engine roars and the seagulls continue to sing. I watch the ripples in the water, the pink and the stars reflected in the mirror sea-surface.

It takes a good couple more hours for the boat to moor. The ocean is eerily still, the wind whistling in a high-pitched shriek. It picks up the ice in the air and whisks it around. It’s pitch-black out here now, as it will be for the next few months of the year. And this would be a frightening place, if not for the glittering lights of Håperg in the distance. Like fallen stars on the horizon. It’s just as welcoming as I remember it, an atmosphere of comfort and safety that could almost make you forget how unbelievably cold it is. And how many days it’s taken to get this far from London.

The two men who’ve brought me here from Spitsbergen busy themselves with docking safely. One of them takes my suitcase, completely ignoring my inarticulate complaints- complaints that are essentially just me waving my hands about uselessly. The other hums something tunelessly to himself, unknotting some rope and, amazingly, pulling away his fur-lined hood. These men are made of stronger stuff than me.

The step from the boat to the ice is high. The ice is slippery. I wobble in my descent and make a bit of a tit of myself, but that’s to be expected.

“First time, yes?” The man with my suitcase asks. I feel terrible, I had asked for his name, but he didn’t give it and I’m too awkward to ask again.

“Yes. Wait, no, sorry. This is my third time. But, the first in a very long time. I came as a child.” Through the flickering whisps of fur, I see the wincing expression of a young man. “Good. You remember the cold.” “Oh yes, hard to forget,” I call out over the wind.

We walk for a minute or two through the snow- no idea where- and I learn that his name is Jakob. He learns my name. He asks whether I’m expected at Klaus Lodge, and I say no. His jovial laugh makes me wonder if I’ve made a terrible mistake. How incredibly presumptuous I’ve been, just turning up like this.

Jakob comes to a stop by a shed and some parked sleds. The poor sod still has Saskia’s bright pink suitcase in his hand as he whistles loudly with the other, thumb and forefinger in his mouth. At first, I have no idea what he’s trying to summon. It’s dark and the flakes of ice in the air make it hard to see anything except for Håperg’s distant lights. But then, I see them. They bound over and I can hear their excited yelps.

“Huskies!” I cry like a boy.

My new friend laughs. “You like dogs, I hope.” “I love them.”

I watch them run over, though I have no idea where from. There’s eight of them, and the front two are grinning with their tongues hanging out and breath blooming in clouds. There’s snow spraying around them like they’re jumping in puddles. And honestly, I haven’t felt such childlike joy in years.

They crash to halt and run circles around us, yelping in excited, high-pitched cries as they jump up at Jakob. He pays them no attention, walking soberly towards the sled and expecting them to follow, which they do. They’ve been trained well, even if huskies tend to be a little bit bonkers. That much I remember. One of the front runners is wagging his tail so hard the whole back half of his body is swinging from side to side.

“Blåbær will take you there.”

I run my gloved fingers through the frontrunner’s fur. He turns to nip playfully at me, perhaps also a bit defensively, before sniffing my hand and rubbing his face on my shoes. “I take it you’re Blåbær,” I call out to the dog over the roar of the wind.

“He is best.”

I couldn’t agree more.

Jakob loads me and my silly suitcase onto the sled so that we’re lying down in front of the handle and reigns. It makes me feel like a piece of luggage. And then I watch him hook up all the huskies, standing diligently in line and occasionally chattering to each other. And then I feel him take his stand at the helm.

And then we’re off, and I get just the smallest amount of whiplash from the sudden start. I also get a faceful of snow from the huskies’ paws. It’s in my eye, which hurts a lot, and it melts in my mouth, too. I cling onto the suitcase. The mountains start to take shape through the flurry. I look up- the stars are watching our journey to Håperg. And- my God. The Northern Lights. They’re doing a Mexican wave above our heads in greens and yellows and blues, like an 80s synth dream.

Something about it all has my heart radiating, making ripples of rightness through my chest. It has taken me too long to come here.

At least I’m here now.

#light the way #christmas #original fiction #story #lgbt

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geek-gem · 4 years

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You know considering I’m working on that Silver Eyes sequel AU. This was something I had thought of hours ago. It’s something I wanted to write.

I’ll be honest, I don’t think I might make a whole bunch of fan fiction. It depends if I want to. But it’s just an AU I wanna put out there. It’s not like it’s something I’m gonna make a lot of art of. Including I remembering trying to learn how to write a novel, and it being a FNAF AU. It didn’t really go anyway. But I feel like I honestly write a bit more about this AU I have. Especially it’s something I remember thinking of back in early 2016 most likely. Before The Twisted Ones was ever released.

Basically inspired by a well voiced acted scene in Gears Of War 3 with Marcus Fenix. This is the kind of thing I’m thinking about in this AU where Charlie is confronted with the idea of someone opening a new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Along with the fact The Silver Eyes was about trauma of how it affected so many people. To the point no one didn’t wanna talk about it. But when someone opens a new Freddy’s, Charlie isn’t gonna stand around and not say anything. So here’s a emotional and harsh piece I’m gonna write here.

The manager of the new Freddy’s(Who is basically played by Matthew Patrick AKA Matpat) : Okay listen daughter of Fazbear’s. How about you just grow up, and let this pizzeria do it’s thing. Why does anyone care about a bunch of kids dying there?

*Charlie grabs him by the shirt*

Charlie: DON’T YOU FUCKING TELL ME OR ANY OF THESE PARENTS TO GROW UP! I WATCHED MY BROTHER GET TAKEN! ONE OF MY FRIENDS WAS TAKEN AND KILLED AT FREDDY’S! MY FATHER COMMITTED SUICIDE BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING HIS BUSINESS PARTNER DID TO HIM! MY LIFE HAS BEEN FUCKING HORRIBLE BECAUSE OF FREDDY’S! YOU, YOUR BOSS, AND YOUR FUCKING PIZZERIA CAN GO TO HELL!

*Mike Schmidt decides to grab her by the arms because of the possibility she’s gonna hurt the manger or even kill him. Yet she doesn’t mind Mike grabbing her because she knows she’s gone too far*

The Manager:....be grateful I don’t call the police this time. Because this is gonna be my warning daughter of Fazbear’s. *Leaves and heads back into the new pizzeria*

Honestly at this point. “Daughter of Fazbear’s” seems more like a insult than how I remember using it or so back then. It’s basically a term to describe the fact Charlie is the daughter of the man who opened Freddy’s.

But yeah I wanted to write I guess angst. Because from what I know. Charlie has been trying to move on from Freddy’s. Also when I went on the novel wiki. Read on Michael Brooks info that the police took stuff from the pizzeria before taking down the structure. Which happened in The Twisted Ones. Guessing in this AU, Clay did get Dunn’s body back. But everything stayed afterwards.

Yet yeah that kind of angst. Also I just wanna mention even when thinking about this. I’ll make a funny reblog to this later since I envisioned Matpat as the manager. It’s not like a serious casting thing. But it’s just silly and fitting considering how the FNAF series made him crazy and whatever else.

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #charlie emily #fnaf the silver eyes

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blitz-and-hearth · 5 years

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11, 27, and obviously blitzstone

Neighbour AU + Sick/Injured Fic

This really wasn’t any of Blitzen’s business. His mother was a busybody and he did not want to end up inheriting her bad habits. But it was clear someone had to help when his next-door neighbor collapsed in the hallway of their apartment building. Blitzen’s neighbor was a good looking guy, tall pale and handsome. He dressed in literally all black with a lot of piercings in his ears and bags under his eyes dark enough to match his outfit. Blitz would put money on him having had a serious emo phase as a teen. Hearthstone, that was his name. They’d talked a few times, just casually. Blitzen was excited for a reason to practice his sign language again. He hadn’t really used ASL since his father passed….. But despite their chats and Blitz finding the taller man incredibly handsome, they weren’t even what he’d call friends. Defiantly not close enough for Blitzen to be dragging the other man into his apartment after he’d fainted, but here they were anyway. He wasn’t too surprised Hearth had passed out. The man was so pale and thin as a twig. That was a good thing right now, made it easier for Blitzen to haul his skinny ass onto his couch. His first thought was not hospital. Some people would call him stupid for that, but this apartment building was in a real shitty part of town. Blitzen doubted if you pooled all the residents of the building money together they’d have enough for one hospital visit. Ah, America, what a great dystopia they lived in. Only if the guy was really and truly dying was he gonna call an ambulance. And he didn’t look like he was dying, just real sick.

Blitzen put a hand on Hearthstone’s forehead, hissing through his teeth as he felt how high his temperature was. Damn, he was burning up. Must be the flu. Was the season for it. Hearth was coming back around now and fumbled a bit, trying to push him off and get up

“I’m fine, let me up”

He signed. Or at least that’s what Blitzen assumed that’s what he signed. His signs were half the movement they should be and his hands trembling.

“Like hell you are. How long have you been coming down with this?”

He demanded to know. Hearth hesitated

“… Awhile. it’s not… its none of your business”

He signed clumsily

“Maybe not, but you can’t just go around with a fever, collapsing everywhere. I know you’re a teacher, what if you got a student sick? So unless you have someone else I can call you’re stuck with me”

Blitzen replied scoldingly. He might not know Hearth well but had figured out enough to know bringing up the other male’s own health wouldn’t do much good. But suggesting getting someone else sick had Hearthstone sinking back against the couch with defeat.

“…. Fine. Take me back to my apartment”

“Nooo You need some help or you’re not gonna get better! You can’t just lay there in a puddle of gross fever sweat. Like it or not I’m helping. Now lay down and text your work to let them know you’re sick”

Blitzen ordered. Hearthstone scowled at him and for a second he thought he was about to get punched by the sick man, but instead after a minute he looked away and begrudgingly got out his phone to do as he’d said. Blitzen was pleased he didn’t just try to brush him off. While the deaf man texted in sick Blitz went about getting everything he’d need. Thick blankets, tissue box, some flu medicine, and water. He’d also be making some tea and soup too. But first he needed to get Hearth comfortable, and then call in to his own work for the day. Blitz returned and dumped the thick blankets on Hearthstone, tucking him in even as he tried to shoo him off. As the pale man glared at him from under the pile of blankets Blitz was reminded of those pictures on the internet of cats wrapped up in towels like burritos. What’d they call those? Purritos? Hearth was like purrito. Very cute but also being restrained for their own good.

“Here, drink. I’m gonna make you some soup”

Blitzen said as he pushed a glass of water into Hearthstone’s hands before heading towards the kitchen, putting a pot on the stove as he took out his phone to call up his manger. Blitz knew he wouldn’t be getting a sick day. He worked at Walmart and his manager was the absolute worst. She believed in the “if you won’t do it I’ll find someone who can” mentality and fired people often. But it would be fine. He’d been meaning to move onto a new job soon anyway, he was pretty sure the Starbucks on the corner was hiring…

“Hi, Boss. No- Yeah I know I’m late”

He grumbled, glancing at the clock. It was literally a minute over when he was supposed to be there.

“Listen I can’t come in today”

Blitzen explained before holding his phone at arm’s length as his manger started yelling. He caught Hearthstone’s eye and gave him an exasperated look, like “can you believe this shit?” His sass seemed to amuse the sick man, his pale lips twitching a bit in a half-smile. Once his manger finished yelling herself horse Blitz brought the phone back to his ear

“Fire me if you want but I can’t come in today, I’ve got something much more important to take care of right now”

He said shortly before hanging up

“Ugh she’s such a bitch, good riddance”

Blitzen muttered mostly to himself as he turned to head back into the kitchen, missing the surprised flustered face Hearthstone was making. He returned about ten minutes later to the living room with a hot bowl of chicken soup, and only then did he see how red Hearth’s face was

“Oh jeez I think its getting worse, you’re so red”

He muttered as he put a hand on Hearthstone’s forehead again. To his surprise, he didn’t try to slap his hand away, though his face did turn an even darker shade of red.

“I’m important to you?”

He asked with shakey hands. Blitzen blinked with confusion, his turn to flush red as he jerked his hand back shyly

“Wha- What’d you mean?”

“You said you had more important things to take care of. I’m more important than your job?”

Hearthstone explained. Blitzen didn’t know how to answer that without completely exposing his crush, stuttering

“U-uh no- I mean yeah but- Not- Urg…. Maybe”

Blitz finally mumbled

“That’s not much of a real answer”

Hearth replied

“Well…. If you want one maybe you should work on getting better. If you die you’ll never find out”

Blitzen huffed, cheeks still red

“Now shut up and eat some damn soup”

He dismissed as he shoved the bowl into Hearthstone’s hands. He looked like he wanted to press Blitzen further but after a moment of carefully considering him, he just ducked his head, starting to eat. Though Blitz couldn’t help but notice the small smile on his face

#mmmm its all about the pinning #sorry these ficlets are taking awhile I wanted to finish up my Halloween fic first and then had homework #So if you sent one in don't worry it's being written #don't send any more tho #magnus chase and the gods of asgard #blitzstone #blitzen x hearthstone #blitzen/hearthstone #mcga blitzen #blitzen son of freya #mcga hearthstone #hearthstone alderman #slice of life fic #sick fic #romantic tension #myfanfics #long post #fanfiction

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stillwatcr · 4 years

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i’m a lazy bastard and didn’t want to make multiple posts, so you get this massive post. some important links: their long form bios (x), their connection page (x), and for funsies, the pinterest board i’ve made (x). all are wips and i’ll improve/change things as we go! buckle up, y’all are going on a feels ride with my boys. trigger warnings are contained at the beginning of each of their intros. if you make it to the end, i’ll give you a hug.

( oliver jackson-cohen, cis male, he/him, muse 39 ) i saw benjamin goldman at the docks doing sketches of the boats. it’s good to see them, i heard they’ve been living in redwater for his entire life making a living as a lumberyard worker. did you know their birthday just passed ? that makes them 33 years old and a pisces, which makes sense to me considering they’re shy and tolerant. i heard they’re thinking about becoming a full time artist. i hope it works out.

tw: death

the youngest in a family of immigrants, benjamin was the only child born in the us. this sense of displacement has been in his bones since he was born, never quite comfortable wherever he is.

his family came to washington to work in the lumber industry. it was a hard adjustment but his father was enchanted with the lush forests he saw in a postcard when they landed in america. while the reality didn’t match the dream, the goldmans didn’t have the money to go anywhere else.

benjamin has never known anywhere else, growing up and living in the logging camps around petersen’s. while one might think he would be comfortable in the forest, benjamin had a terrifying experience with the forest when he was just a young boy.

benjamin wandered away from the camp while playing and became lost at age 8. he wandered through the forest; crying, running from any noise in fear of bears, and sleeping under fallen tree limbs. His ordeal lasted for 14 days. he was picked up on the other side of the island by a passing charcoal burner, and returned to overjoyed parents, but the damage was already done. he had a deep set fear of being lost in the forest, and never wanted to go into it alone again.

while the incident made him fearful and withdrawn, it connected benjamin with his inner mind, and made him an astute observer of the world. in his recovery, one of the secretaries from the mill gifted him a pencil set and benjamin learned how to draw. it’s always been a secret love of his, but he hardly shows any of his sketches to anyone.

when war came calling, benjamin was called on, quite against his will. he would have been content to live and die in the woods of redwater, but uncle sam had other plans. benjamin was drafted into the us army and to his surprise, became quite versatile with a rifle, owing to him growing up hunting.

while overseas, he ran into one of the most charismatic members of his platoon, jack adler. benjamin was surprised when one night, jack revealed he was from redwater, benjamin’s hometown. they struck up a conversation, and became fast friends. jack enjoyed his sketches and encouraged him to become an artist after the war, and benjamin let himself dream that it was possible.

of course, every soldier has a tragedy and jack adler became benjamin’s. jack was killed, and benjamin was the one to hold him through it. he was the one to remove jack’s identification tag and his family’s letter, the one to write peggy, the little sister jack talked about on the nights he missed home.

benjamin escaped the war unscathed (though is anyone ever really unscathed?) and came home to redwater, to resume his position as a lumberyard worker. now benjamin is helping the company define its border, and he’s trying to find his own again. benjamin is trying to come back to himself.

( tom payne, agender, he/him, muse 41 ) i saw peter lamb at roger’s diner getting a bite to eat. it’s good to see them, i heard they’ve been living in redwater for their entire life making a living as a manger at langberg’s. did you know their birthday just passed ? that makes them 37 years old and a virgo, which makes sense to me considering they’re critical and loyal. i heard they’re thinking about becoming a lawyer. i hope it works out.

tw: implied abuse, death mention.

peter lamb was the only child of a happy couple of redwater. his father and mother had grown up in redwater and lived there their entire lives and as far as they were concerned, so would their son. they saw themselves as being on the brink of being legacies, and their son would be the start of it.

peter was raised like he was a king of his household. they spoiled him, and told him to reach for the stars. yet somehow, peter didn’t let it go to his head. peter would say it was because he saw how a doctor saved his mother’s life when she was in a car crash with him at age 10 (the event made him want to become a doctor), but he knew deep down it was because he was inescapably lonely.

peter had no siblings, no close friends, and he felt different. he didn’t see himself in the casual violence and anger expressed by his father, nor in the soft surrenders of his mother, he didn’t feel like either of them. and when he played with the children on his street, he thought each one of them felt like him, because how couldn’t they? if he was the only one to feel like this... peter couldn’t stand the thought of that, so he ignored it.

when peter was 15, he got a part time job as a clerk in langberg’s, in the men’s department. it was there that peter fully realized he was different. other men didn’t look at each other like he looked at them, they were confident and knew their masculine side. peter didn’t feel like he had one, like he was entirely separate from gender. he wrote about it in a doeskin journal his mother got him, and hid it behind the baseboard, never to talk about what he felt.

?????

he worked again in langberg’s, this time as the department manager. but it was the nuremberg trials, the proceedings that laid the blame somewhere, that gave peter the inspiration to follow again. peter knew he wanted to be a lawyer, to hold criminals to account and help victims seek justice. now the big question is just how to get there?

( sebastian stan, cis male, he/him, muse 1 ) i saw abraham hartley at the uptown waterfront doing net repairs for his fishing boat. it’s good to see them, i heard they’ve been living in redwater for his entire life making a living as a fisherman. did you know their birthday just passed ? that makes them 37 years old and a cancer, which makes sense to me considering they’re insecure and sympathetic. i heard they’re thinking about starting a family. i hope it works out.

tw: alcoholism, child abuse, death, death during birth

abraham was born to a family already a memory. his father was half out the door always, his mother trying to disappear, the house almost slipping out of their grasp every week. abraham never knew plenty, only knew less.

and then, against the odds, a baby. but then elijah came screaming into the world and his mother did her great disappearing act for good. four year old abraham was left hollow eyed in the corner of the room, holding a bloodied infant, and his father gone to a bar to drink, his mother cooling on the table. that less had finally turned into loss.

his father turned his back on elijah and abraham had to beg from door to door to get milk, had to take his father’s boots off when he collapsed on the floor every night. abraham had always thought he had taken after his mother more, but as it turned out, he had to become her. he had to take care of her husband and her child, and became the heart of the hartleys.

and yet when it counted the most, that heart failed him. a murmur, a murmuring heart, held him back from the jaws of war, and from following his brother to the great battlefield. but abraham had his own battlefield to contend with at home, taking care of his father, whose hard drinking had caught up with him. he had to take over their fishing boat, had to get up before the sun to set out on the water.

and while abraham had his own fears and struggles to deal with at home, he worried about his brother, unable to protect him like he always had. he feared the war board coming to his door, being handed a folded flag. but it never came, and ve day did, and he could breathe a sigh of relief.

and then scarce a week later, his father died. abraham had no money, not even for a potter’s grave, so he stole out of his house one night and wrapped his father in a length of canvas, rocks in the lining. his father slipped into the sound, and abraham felt a burden lift. he could move on now, no longer be that frightened little boy in the corner of the room.

and eventually, eli came back. he stole into their house like a stranger and when abraham looks at him, he can scarcely see the boy he raised. he’s not sure if they can ever get to be what they were but he’ll be here for whatever they are now.

#redwaterintro

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