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apple-pecan · 14 days

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Arzette: The Jewel of Faramore (2024)

one day in 2007, while curious about the horrible zelda cd-i games, i searched for them on youtube and found a bunch of strange videos that for some reason, had me in tears laughing. this was my introduction to the world of youtube poops, and i couldnt get enough of them. watching them made me even more curious about these games though... what were they like to play?

in a word: BAD. these games are trainwrecks through and through, that are only salvageable though the unintentionally funny cutscenes. the worst part is, if these games had actual time and effort put into them, they COULD'VE been pretty good. they're basically spiritual successors to zelda 2, a game that, while flawed, i thought was pretty cool and interesting. a side scrolling action rpg/platformer in the usual zelda formula? i wonder why they never attempted anything like it again, even with the dozens of zelda spinoffs there are now...

and that leads us to this: an indie platformer/metroidvania deliberately trying to be like the zelda cd-i games, but, you know... actually good this time. did it succeed? hell yeah it did.

if anything, i'd compare this game more to monster world 4 or popful mail, mixed with a zelda or metroid game. you go along levels, helping unhinged NPCs and collecting various items that'll help you, like being able to double jump, shield yourself from projectiles, and even a fucking gun. once you find the right item for the job, you often have to go back to previously played levels to find places to use them.

they make this a bit less like a guessing game, as often an "!" will appear over a level in the world map if theres something new you can do there, but there is a bit of a problem; every time you go back to a level, you have to start from the beginning. there's no warp points where you can just go to the middle or the end; you HAVE to play through the whole level again. if your prudent about collecting items, this doesn't usually become a problem, but in my case during a later stage, i needed 3 sacred candles to open a boss gate, and only had 2. so i had to leave the level, find one more candle in another area, and then go ALL the way back through the level just to open that gate. it's a hard level too, so it took me a while to get where i was. stuff like that aside, the game is pretty solid and is proof that the zelda cd-i games could've actually been fun in more capable hands.

aesthetically, the music is also very good; emulating the kind of stuff you'd hear in 80's/early 90's cd games. i definitely got Ys vibes from some of the tracks, which is obviously a good thing. the cutscenes are deliberately deranged and uncomfortable, with wildly inconsistent art styles. there was one cutscene where it was blatantly rotoscoped and everyone animated really bizarrely and it really got under my skin. it's perfect.

the characters you meet are also very funny; there's a frog voiced by vinny vinesauce who wants "FINE DINING", and by that he means flies dipped in gold. the first boss is a horse who can't stop accidentally making horse puns, much to his dismay. there's a really fast little character who gives you shoes that increase your movement speed, saying "GOTTA GO FAST!" and then runs so fast he accidentally opens a portal to the ninth dimension and gets sucked inside. most of all though, there's a buff moose who forges you the ultimate weapon, but not before doing this game's version of the sideshow bob rake scene and hammers away on an anvil for nearly a whole entire minute before the sword is finished as arzette is bored out of her mind. to really hammer it in (hehe :3), this is the only cutscene in the game you can't skip. it's all really funny and worth playing just for these wacky cutscenes.

one thing i didn't expect was for the game to eventually have a bit more down to earth, serious narrative, complete with a character death that caught me by surprise. a theme of the game is to break the traditions we've known for ages and try to find newer, better ways to do things; don't just throw a book (that's made to orrrrderrrrr) at the evil bad guy and call it a day, cuz someday, he's just gonna escape and come back again. what if you found a way to vanquish the ultimate evil for GOOD? the ending was surprisingly sentimental for a wacky cd-i youtube poop game. one cutscene showing the defeat of a particularly irredeemably evil boss was also pretty cathartic; i'll let you watch that for yourself.

in short, this is a short but sweet little platformer that pays homage to a pair of the worst games ever made, but actually does things right this time. it's a parody of bad cd-i games sure, but in a way it also feels sincere, like an actual tribute to games that are so awful they're amazing. i'm very much excited at the prospect of a potential sequel, cuz this game was great and could be even better with some improvments, and i wanna see more of these characters and their unhinged shenanigans again. needless to say, dopply... YOU WON!

8/10

NOTE: there is an i.m. meen lookalike who works in a library. immediate game of the year

#apple's media review #apple's media: games

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atonalginger · 1 year

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So I want to start by apologizing to any who might read this that I’m about to complain and vent because I need this out. In the grand scheme of things this isn’t a huge deal it’s just frustrating.

So about a month ago we went to the Herman Miller store because my current desk chair is shot and hurting me and everywhere else we looked the chairs were not going to work for many reasons. I did not want to spend Herman Miller prices on a chair but also I live in my office chair more or less so my Partner convinced me it would be a worthwhile investment. After all, Herman Miller chairs have big warranties and high praise and solid reviews.

After a half hour in the store getting helped by a pleasant enough guy, I decide I want to get one of the Embody chairs. Specifically the “gamer” version he’d sat me in for like half of the time because the sales rep said a)the only thing different about the game version and the regular is logitech branding and colors and b)it was $300 cheaper. We purchase this chair and are told it will be 4-6 weeks before we see it. That’s fine.

A week later a box is delivered by FedEx to our complex mail lockers. It’s over 60lbs. The lockers are close to a quarter mile from our apartment, which is on the second floor. Partner ends up unpacking the chair and carrying it back home and then getting rid of the box because it was too large to fit anywhere.

So already this isn’t going well.

I sat in the new chair for ~4 hours off and on that first night and had to stop because a)it was at least an inch taller than both the website said and the store model was and b) (more importantly) my right leg kept going numb.

Nick sits in it the next day for 15 minutes and gets a similar sensation in his right leg. My numbness was replaced with pain. Pain that, in the end, lasted for 2 weeks with some lingering effects. He calls the store and the sales rep had the nerve to say the chair was supposed to do that, the breakin period lasts a few weeks, and for us to continue giving it a try. It was like this fucker wasn’t listening. We know brand new chairs won’t be as good as broken-in floor models but it should cause a person to limp!

After a week we call and get to talk to the sales rep we worked with that first day, who’d been out for a bit, and he agrees that the chair should not be hurting us. He helps us get started on a return. He tells us we would be getting an e-mail with a tracking slip and then a third party would be contacting us to arrange for pick up of this chair. Nick prints the slip and we wait. and Wait. and wait. Did I mention the return window is 30 days.

10 days and we finally call the store because the e-mail had no info on contacting anyone. We are now told that we were supposed to contact fedex after printing the label. Except the email didn’t say that. They hadn’t told us that. and after forwarding the label email the sales rep sees there is no link to do that. we are told the label is expired and they will send us another email.

So this morning Nick gets that email and scans the QR code that apparently is the link...and is met with requests to set up multiple accounts with FedEx to even begin setting up a pickup...which doesn’t feel right and was never mentioned so now he’s going to have to call again to get answers.

And I just feel really guilty in all this because this whole expensive pain in the ass is because of me. I couldn’t just be happy and settle on a reasonably priced chair. Even though I didn’t want to consider these originally. I feel dumb and don’t want to chair shop again. I’ll just deal with my broken shitty one. No drama with that one.

If you got to the bottom...thanks for reading.

#so many from the small discord we're in were excited I got this chair #it felt like I was joining a cult almost #and the return mess only solidfies that #like the guy who told Nick that the chair would hurt at first was insistant nothing could be wrong with the chair because #the quality assurance at the factory is next to none #like somehow that prevents oopies some slipping through #no one is infallable

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canceramorem · 1 year

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Birthday 2018- So, yeah, she called me on my birthday and I talked to her like usual- every day , and every chance I got. Before I left Syracuse, i sent her a Christmas card, I enjoy sending her stuff in the mail. There's just something about her getting my love in the form of mail. I had sent her things and she enjoys it. Because everything I send her is from the heart. For some reason or another we stopped talking for a few weeks. It was January, and the time just flies by. And I'm still just as heartbroken as can be.

On January 31, 2019, I finally broke down and messaged her. I asked her how do you heal a broken heart. Well, she answered me back, and the answer was the one I was looking for.

Within like ten minutes, she sent me back the message above. She got it right on the money with that answer. Immediately my heart ache went away. We were back to square one in the game of love, actually we were way past square one, on the love odometer- in miles, it would easily be in the thousands.

I had gone to New York twice already from North Carolina , and not New York City, try six hours north of NYC (348 miles) . This chick lived literally in Canada. She does, Ottawa is like a neighboring town, except it's an international border. It's a stone's throw away. If you look across the St Lawrence river you can see Canada, and trust and believe, in the wintertime it's as cold as her heart can get - way below freezing! (NC->NY then she goes into st Joe's psych ward , so I leave -NY->NC then two weeks later, "why did you leave?" So I returned, NC->NY , then on two days before Thanksgiving , NY->TX ) , trust me there's more to come.

There were also the little trips too. Like the time I told the judge a little white lie ( my girlfriend is pregnant and needs me) , to get out of jail. And to make it even more difficult -with no money and not even a jacket to wear , I grinded & hustled and with God's help , I managed to get to her the next day. And to show her my love for her - I brought her 100$ worth of Valentine's day candy. ASHEVILLE to FAYETTEVILLE

Also there was the time when she left to South Carolina. I sold my plasma to get the money for a Greyhound bus ticket there. ASHEVILLE to GREENVILLE

Plus the countless times on foot. I know for a fact, I have walked over 100 miles to be with her. If that's not love, then I don't know what is.

#Marieclaracamp #Jasonleeplaster #Pizzlelovedope #Ashevillelovedope #Pizzlelovemiles

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nervous-tic · 2 years

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half promise, half warning | part one the afternoon

There are a few things for Reader to be concerned about: a soured long-term relationship with a sports star, a bloodied foot in a box, and the BAU’s 24/7 presence when they’re forced to conduct their investigation from the couple’s home. Reader’s trying really hard to not add Spencer Reid to this list.

Title from + loosely based on The Worst Taste in Music by The Radio Dept.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst, fluff, smut (18+) content warning: enemies to lovers, cm typical violence, unhealthy relationship + possessive behaviour (w/ omc), panic attack, mention of physical injury word count: 3.2k a/n: i abandoned the first two chapters of this puppy on ao3 over the summer, but oh how she beckons me. i also just love writing the whole bau team apparently :’)

masterlist | the evening >>

. . .

Do all relationships die such a slow, painful death?

After the fourth breakup, I stopped keeping track. Lachlan didn’t. He kept a tally like it was a game of trading heartache. We both knew where this was going, but every time the threat of being alone in the world proved too heavy, we swallowed our pride and played house until the next inevitable fight.

It wasn’t an issue of infidelity or money. Even commitment sunk low on the list of reasons we weren’t going to work out. Instead, what drove a wedge between Lachlan and me were symptoms of his fame. It was the voyeuristic eye of the public, the theft of our private life together. The masses against us. And who would you rather have going for your jugular: an embittered high school sweetheart, or the hundreds of thousands who flooded stadiums for the sole purpose of watching you tackle and be tackled?

For years, we pretended like it wasn’t pure insanity: the luxurious vacations that disguised Lachlan’s leash being dragged across the nation for press conferences, the strategic visits to children’s hospitals, and a home only called a home because we’d otherwise have to admit it was a mansion. Shit like that.

And despite our crumbling relationship behind closed doors, our little ruse worked. It worked. That is, until we received the bloodied foot of Lachlan’s teammate on our doorstep.

. . .

One of the worst behaviours instilled in me over the course of our relationship was the need to put up a united front. At first, it was to push the idea of us as high school sweethearts, still hopelessly in love after a decade. The publicists told me it was one way to involve the wives who were indifferent to the sport, and they were right. I amassed tens of thousands of followers online because I was simply another glimpse into Lachlan’s life. Eventually, it became easier to peddle this image to our closest family and friends too. Despite scrubbing the internet clean of my social media presence, Lachlan and I still pose like a photo-op when we’re not alone.

Which is why, after three days under the careful eyes of FBI agents, we were surprised to find them unravelling us completely.

Agent Prentiss (or, “Feel free to call me Emily.”) pulls the thread first when she leads me onto the back veranda, patiently telling me, “We don’t think either of you are telling us the entire truth.”

I return a practiced smile. “I’m not quite sure what you mean.”

Her patience doesn’t waver. She invites me to sit at a patio table. Looking out at the garden and pool, she remarks, “You two have a beautiful home.”

I try to look out with the same sense of unfamiliarity. Having scrubbed the garden’s dirt from beneath my fingernails and reeked of our pool’s chlorine, it’s near impossible to find any wonderment. I make the mistake of asking Emily, softly like an afterthought, “You don’t think it’s too much?”

Emily turns her gaze back to me, but I remain focused on the pool, the water impossibly clean and still.

“That’s what I mean. Neither of you seem happy.”

“Maybe not your definition of happy. But I don’t see how that’s related to getting delivered a foot in the mail.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe it’s not my place to say,” Emily relents. She captures my attention again with the soft clacking of fingernails against the glass tabletop. “But from what we’ve gathered so far, the unsub knew about the intimate lives of his victims, and there’s something specific about these details that’s informing the way he chooses his next target.”

I furrow my brow. “He?”

Before Emily can explain, the sliding door loudly smacks open. Lachlan doesn’t spare a glance my way as he speeds past, removing his shirt with a single deft tug. He haphazardly kicks his flip flops to the side and dives into the pool.

“Mr. McCarthy!” a voice bellows. Agent Morgan and Dr. Reid give weak chase onto the veranda but stop when they realize there’s no point in shouting at a man with his head underwater.

Emily gapes. “What happened?”

“Garcia said everyone on the list he gave us has a solid alibi,” Agent Morgan answers, shaking his head. “But he’s still convinced the unsub’s a female stalker.”

Dr. Reid sounds much less patient when he bitterly scowls, “Whatever. Let him play profiler.” His eyes are narrowed at the figure leisurely doing laps in the water. “Everything he tells us is useless. Or worse — it’s getting in our way.”

That need to put up a united front that I mentioned earlier? It surfaces when I snap, “Well our fucking apologies for not reacting appropriately to a serial killer.”

This isn’t our first exchange, but over the course of three days, Dr. Reid’s held his tongue for the most part. Which is why his colleagues almost appear shocked when without missing a beat, he retorts, “Well it was my mistake for expecting a grown man to not act like a child.”

Agent Morgan presses a hand to his colleague’s arm and warns, “Reid.” His other hand comes up to caution me as I stand and stalk toward the pair.

“It would help to not have a fucking know-it-all kid—,” I manage to dodge Agent Morgan and press a finger to his scrawny chest, “treat the threat to our lives like a fucking puzzle that needs solving. Or are you just so emotionally stunted that you don’t realize there are actual lives at stake?”

Emily’s quick on her feet, gently tugging me back with her hands on my shoulders, repeating, “hey, hey,” like she’s corralling a schoolyard fight.

I crane my head up to look the doctor in the eyes. Sure, he has height on me, but I swear to god, I could take him.

Agent Morgan casts a worried look to Emily before dragging the other man back through the doors. There’s obviously something that Dr. Reid wants to say, but he clenches his jaw and stops resisting. The encounter meets its finality when the sliding door slams shut. With all its abuse over the years, it’s a miracle the door hasn’t derailed or shattered yet.

My shoulders are given a soft pat and I remember Emily is still with me. When I turn back to her, I find she isn’t looking at me at all. I follow her eyes back to the pool.

Lachlan’s sitting on the edge, feet dangling in the water. If I didn’t know any better, it would look like someone leaning back, basking in the sun. But I do know better, and I know that he’s just witnessed the whole thing. It’s evident with his small smirk and gleaming eyes.

My chest seizes with guilt. I tell Emily, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She neither accepts nor declines my apology. Keeping her eyes on Lachlan, she begins to guide me down the veranda and around the corner of the home. We’re tucked by the shed filled with yard keeping equipment when I insist again, “I’m so, so sorry, Emily.”

This time, she acknowledges me with an understanding look and soothes, “It’s okay. It’s all going to be okay.”

. . .

Agent Hotchner asks for everyone to meet in our kitchen.

When I find my way in with Emily, she gives my arm one final squeeze before falling in line with the rest of her team. I linger behind the local officers. It takes a second to notice, but when the team begins their debrief, Dr. Reid’s absence is obvious.

My attention is rudely diverted when a hand very purposefully slides over my back, settling low on my hips and holding fast. I fail to suppress a shudder as a warm breath whispers, “Hey, babe,” into my ear. I can hear the lazy smile in Lachlan’s voice as he smugly asks, “Did you pick a fight with a fed for me?”

Ignoring him becomes impossible when he breathes, “Because it was really sexy to see.”

“I wasn’t picking a fight. And even if I was,” I pause to face him, “it wouldn’t have been to defend you.”

We’re an odd sight to behold; our noses are nearly touching, gazes unflinching, but he’s still wearing a look of amusement in contrast to my deep-set scowl. The motherfucker has the audacity to look down at my lips like he wants to kiss me. I’m thankful when he pulls back, simply responding, “Whatever you say.”

“It’s probably in your best interest to pay attention.”

The voice could’ve been across the yard or in my ear — but either way, I know who it is.

Lachlan fully leans away to get a proper look behind us, though he puts on a show for the agent by lifting the bottom of my shirt with his thumb to scratch his fingers over my skin.

Dr. Reid, now adorned with a pair of glasses, has his hip propped against the kitchen island, arms crossed as he falls for Lachlan’s trap, watching the way fingers possessively dig into my flesh until it’s white. The glasses perched above rosy cheeks make him look much younger than before, which I didn’t think was possible. I would be tempted to smile if I wasn’t more preoccupied with not decking my partner in the arm.

Feigning obedience, Lachlan pours the sarcasm on thick. “Of course, sir. You know best.”

Unusually defiant, my eyes remain steady on Dr. Reid, even when Lachlan’s seemingly shifted his attention to the front of the room. What really rubs me the wrong way about the doctor is the disinterest he regards me with. As if we weren’t just shouting at each other an hour ago.

He reiterates, “That includes you.”

“Why?” I challenge. I know I’m being childish. “The foot wasn’t addressed to me.”

His gaze calcifies in a way I have yet to see; there’s even a hitch in my breath under the piercing intensity. It’s cold when he spells it out for me. “You think the killer would spare you? Because he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even have a second thought about killing you because you’re not his target. You’re just in the way. You’re collateral damage.”

Maybe it’s Lachlan’s hand still on my hip that seems reassuring, or maybe I’m just a fool, because when I glance at him in a rare moment of submission, simply and silently pleading to be rescued, I discover that there’s nothing left for him to offer. Staring at the side of his face, I wonder which possible reason for Lachlan’s indifference hurts more; either he hadn’t heard Dr. Reid, or he hadn’t cared enough to listen.

I wrench the hand from my hip and keep my head down. My vision goes blurry, and I realize I’ve forgotten the extension of my limbs, the steps it takes to breathe without choking. The desperate exit I make sends me knocking into both despicable men. Only, the single attempt to stop me from falling over is noticeably not from my partner. The doctor’s grasp is tentative, probably just instinctual, but with minor luck, he’s easier to shove aside than Lachlan. I hear the first syllable of my name before disappearing into the hallway.

. . .

I’m no stranger to panic attacks. It’s just— I’ve never been set off by a very real threat to my life before. The way that Dr. Reid declared it was so matter-of-fact, as if my death was an absolute of the universe.

I try to convince myself through a barrage of tears that he was just trying to scare me. And if it’s true, well, he did a bang-up job. He sent me crawling into a bathtub, mistakenly thinking I could find comfort in porcelain. But it’s just fucking cold.

Time passes. I just don’t know how much.

Knock, knock, knock.

I hold my breath.

“Hey, it’s Jennifer. Are you okay?”

There’s nothing in me to dredge up a reply.

“Can I come in? I just want to know if you’re okay.”

Another pause. Then, the doorknob twists because I’m an idiot who forgets to lock doors. A bad habit to have considering my circumstances. But it barely cracks open, just enough for Jennifer to softly declare, “I’m coming in.” She slips in easily and closes the door, ensuring to lock it this time.

The irritation I have for the intrusion vanishes when she sits at the edge of the bathtub, not trying to catch my averted eyes, but instead, murmuring, “How many people can you fit in this thing?”

It feels good to laugh.

Though it’s nasally and punctuated with the occasional hiccup, I try to quip back, “We certainly have enough people out there to find out.”

There’s an undercurrent of sadness when Jennifer chuckles. I tuck my face into my knees, mostly out of shyness, and wait for the expected; maybe an improvised therapy session or a rousing speech of sorts, but it doesn’t come. She makes it easy to sit in silence.

Muffled, I ask, “How long have I been in here?”

“Hm. Forty minutes, maybe.”

My head snaps up. “Forty minutes? That’s it?”

“Yup. That’s it.”

Relief escapes my body through a short cackle. Even Jennifer looks surprised.

“Sorry,” I sniffle, “I thought it’d been like, two hours.”

“With the amount of caffeine that’s being ingested out there, a line of cops would’ve busted through the door by now to...relieve themselves.”

I scrunch my nose in disgust but find myself joining in with her laughter. She’s wielded her authority so easily the past few days, to the point where it’s difficult to remember that she isn’t a profiler. There’s no risk attached to saying the wrong thing, no fear of having every vocal twinge and fidget hyper analyzed. Not with her.

“Did I— did I cause a commotion?”

Jennifer shakes her head, vaguely saying, “not really,” but her mouth twitches into a smile. She leans in like she’s about to share a secret, and I can’t help but also extend my body toward her. “However, you did kinda shake up Spence.”

My mind draws a blank as I echo, “Spence?”

“Dr. Reid,” Jennifer clarifies. There’s a flash of remembrance, the feeling of his hands on my upper arms during my bumbling exit. She playfully questions, “Do you remember bodychecking him?”

Mortified, I hurriedly squeak, “no,” but realize that’s not the entire truth. “I mean, a little bit? But— shit, was it that hard?”

She waves a hand, giggling the slightest bit. “Don’t worry about it. We all agree he deserved it.”

“You all?”

“Yeah...he told us what he said to you.” Her voice and her smile drops. “You don’t owe him forgiveness or anything, but he is really sorry. We all are. It was exceedingly inappropriate. But, hoping this makes you feel better – he’ll be at the station for the remainder of this case.”

I pause. “Seriously?”

Jennifer hesitates, the professional demeanor disappearing again. “Uh, yeah. I thought you’d be more excited to hear that.”

It would be easy to banish Dr. Reid three hours north to the closest town and precinct. I know as well as anyone that priorities can change, and striking a nuisance from the list would provide an instant pang of relief. But my priorities remain unwavering. Currently, at the top of my list, is one item that’s underlined thrice and scrawled in large letters: DO NOT DIE BLOODY.

“It’s like benching him, right?”

Jennifer doesn’t sound entirely convinced herself when she replies, “Not necessarily.”

I sigh. “Your team insisted on locating your conference room here in our home. There’s a reason for that. At the end of the day, I just want Lachlan to be okay. And me. Dr. Reid se—”

“Please,” she interjects, “we could be here for a while. Trust me when I say everyone’s happy to drop the honorifics and such.” Then quickly, as an exception, she adds, “Everyone but Agent Hotchner, that is. He won’t correct you, but he gets this look...best to just avoid it.”

“Okay,” I concede with a smile. “It just seems like you’re splitting resources by sending Reid away. Plus,” I roll my eyes, “he’s a kid. And it’s— it’s not like he lied to me or anything. He told me something that I was better off not thinking about. That’s all.”

“So, you’re okay with him continuing the investigation here?”

“I say this with the knowledge that I might regret my decision later, but yes.”

I also say it with very little venom.

Jennifer nods. Something about my comment undoes the tight line her lips are pressed into. She chuckles with a slow, fond smile.

Slightly alarmed, I prod, “what?”

“Sorry,” she grins, running a hand over her face. “He’ll never learn. Just because he looks like Bambi on skates, everyone’s too sweet on him. The shit he can get away with is ridiculous.”

It’s sweet to see. After days of being interviewed and sharing meals together, the team of profilers only ever dealt with each other in stone cold professionalism. This is the first indication that there’s some sense of family amongst them.

“I know something that’ll cheer you up,” Jennifer bubbly starts, “but can you promise not to tell Reid that I told you?” Her excitement is infectious. I cock a curious brow, an invitation to go on.

“Okay,” she starts definitively, like she’s about to indulge in tabloid gossip. “When you shoved him, you really shoved him. I know he looks like he’d be a hundred pounds soaking wet, but I swear, he’s got a little more weight than that. Maybe it’s all the corduroy. Anyways— there’s obviously not enough meat on those bones because good lord, you sent that boy flying. And—,” she gives a low whistle. “You, my dear, gave him the gnarliest bruise.”

I stare blankly at her as my mind tries to conjure the image of the young doctor lifting his shirt to reveal a sickly purple blossom on his skin.

In theory, I feel a surge of pride. But in reality, I lament, “How is that supposed to make me feel better?! At best, I assaulted a— a defenseless scarecrow, and at worst, I assaulted a federal agent!”

She shakes a finger at me, correcting, “No, you retaliated against a jerk who made you cry.”

My mouth flaps open a few times. When the words never form, I simply snort myself into a giggle. We both laugh into the spacious, too-white bathroom, its hard surfaces warmly containing our joy.

When we eventually settle, I squirm in the tub. My butt’s taking the brunt of this meltdown, it seems.

“Y’know,” Jennifer quirks a brow, “everyone gets into the habit of calling him a kid, but Spencer’s not that much younger than you.”

“Well, prodigies always age weird. He looks fourteen. I’m about to turn thirty-one.”

Shrugging, Jennifer reveals what I don’t care enough to pry about. “You’ve only got like, six years on him.”

I hum, pretending to muse, “I don’t know if that makes me feel better or worse.” When she rolls her eyes, I point an accusing finger and demand, “Wait, how old are you?”

For the first time today, when Jennifer rests a hand on my knee and gravely whispers, “That’s privileged information,” our chuckling falls in sync again and I forget about my puffy eyes and the dead guy’s foot in a box and the annoying federal agent. It’s only a split second, but it’s a beautiful little miracle nonetheless.

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denkamis · 3 years

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hc’s about falling in love with your childhood best friend.

masterlist.

warnings: swearing ig?? it’s fluffy, mainly. i tried to make it fairly gender neutral in terms of the reader.

notes: hi uh these were supposed to be for the dekusquad but they ended up being SO much longer than i originally intended so i cut down on the characters ;-; i struggled with bakugou’s but his ended up being the longest??? idk man, hope you guys like it <3 these are seriously just drabbles in disguise

izuku midoriya

you met at an author meetup at the local bookstore. the book was a biography about all might, ofc you were bound to meet

you were in front of him in line and he shyly complimented you on the all might t-shirt you had worn

you two basically spent the entire time talking to each other about your favourite pro heroes as you waited in line

by the time you got to the front, you were so engrossed in your own conversations that both inko and your mom figured it would just be better to take you two home for a playdate instead

since you were friends with midoriya, that meant bakugou was also in your little circle

you stood up to him a couple times and always checked up on midoriya after kacchan’s tiny tantrums

midoriya appreciated that, and you two were practically inseparable

bakugou always accused you two of teaming up against him

you would simply link arms with midoriya, tilt your chin up high and say that you were a full package deal. two peas in a pod. two halves of a whole, always

midoriya’s face seemed to be permanently red that entire day

you two were pretty dedicated in school, with you wanting to persue your top picks for high school. that meant that there were lots of study dates between you two

during those study dates, midoriya couldn’t help if his gaze lingered on you just a bit more than his notes about quirk laws

he realized he was in love with you when you had stayed after school to look for the notebook kacchan had burnt

“you don’t have to do this, y/n. i can find it on my own… i don’t want to make to make you stay any longer.”

“don’t say that, izuku. i don’t mind. besides, we always stick together and we will even after you get into ua!”

“a- after i get in?” he spoke in a disbelief. everyone had doubted him, everyone had told him that he needed a quirk in order to get in but not you

you stayed. you supported him. you believed in him.

he grabbed your hand on instinct, startling you. “i- i-” he began stuttering, eyes darting about as the feelings he hadn’t realized resurfaced

“thank you.”

you gave him a gentle smile, chest feeling light as your hand encased in midoriya’s squeezed his own comfortingly

“full package deal, remember?”

he nodded, his smile jittery and shy. you giggled, blush dancing on your cheeks as you went on your next rant about how kamui woods could totally beat mount lady in a fight

midoriya gripped the straps of his backpack, chest feeling light and his head feeling dizzy with all the new thoughts of you flooding his mind

oh yeah, he was definitely in love with you

shouto todoroki

you were his neighbour

well, more accurately, your grandparents were his neighbours and you visited often

your grandparents made you get the mail in the mornings and sometimes you would see him outside in the front yard with his mother. you would wave to him, and he would give a timid wave back after some encouragement from his mother

you would play outside with your grandfather, flying your tiny kite and playing catch with him

until you noticed there was a boy lingering near the fence separating the both of your houses

he was watching the relationship you had with your grandfather curiously, almost as if there were a bit of envy in his eyes

being the kind child that you were, you went over to him and passed the small ball between the rungs of the fence to him

shouto was hesitant, but eventually took the ball from your inviting grip and tossed it back and forth between his hands testingly

this began a little game between you two

he would toss the ball over the fence, and you would throw it back over to him

you didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t come on the other side of the fence to visit properly, but that was okay

you two would spend hours by the fence, sitting and talking you would give him tiny daisy chains made from the flowers in your grandma’s garden

he wouldn’t tell you, but he kept each one you gave him on his windowsill

he would compliment you a lot, too

not that he knew what that meant, he was simply stating facts to you

“i like your hair. it’s very pretty.”

“you’re very strong. you throw over the ball like it’s nothing.”

“you want to become a hero? i think you would be the best one.”

“your smile makes me want to smile, too.”

all of his words make your heart do somersaults

sometimes when you’re sitting with your backs to the fence, leaning up against each other, you feel the heat of his left hand ghosting your fingers. you don’t know why that made you feel shy, but it did

one day before you were supposed to go back home to your parents’ house, you went to go say goodbye to shouto

he was sitting there normally, but his head was hung low so you couldn’t quite see his face

as you approached him, you noticed that there was a bandage covering his left eye

“sho?”

he said nothing as you sat down

“mom says i have to go now,” you tell him. he says nothing, again

“um… are you okay?”

an indiscernible noise comes from the small boy. you press your face right up against the one barrier separating you two. he looks up to see you worried. you didn’t like seeing him so upset

then an idea came to you

“before i go.. let me kiss it better.”

shouto looked at you in bewilderment

“you’re not… afraid?”

“no, why?” you asked in a confused manner, yet shouto remained hesitant

“come here, please,” you asked of him, “before mom catches me kissing a boy.”

pink dusting over his cheeks, he slowly crawled his way over to where you still kept your face against the fence. your gentle lips met the fabric of his bandage. the scent of something burnt catching in your nose as you did

“you’ll come back?” shouto asked quietly. you nodded, promising him

he nodded back in understanding, the tiniest of smiles appearing across his features

“i’ll be waiting.”

katsuki bakugou

you had been in the same class since kindergarten, meaning that you knew him before he had his quirk

even so, you thought he was pretty cool

the reason for that? well, you weren’t exactly the most well liked kid in school. children were ruthless, and there was always a bottom of every social ladder between preschoolers

you got teased a lot. they pulled your hair, made fun of the way you cried, poked fun at the shoes and shirts you wore despite them being your favourite ones

you were different. they didn’t like that

the world seemed completely against you

during a colouring activity, the box of crayons you were holding was smacked out of your hands. your bottom lip quivered as the same boy taunted you to no end about how clumsy you were

you simply bent over to pick them up before hearing another voice call out

“oi, picking on small fries like that is lame.”

looking to your left stood katsuki bakugou, looking bored and disinterested in helping you out. but your bully stopped in his tracks. being called lame?? by the great tiny katsuki bakugou??

no one had ever stood up for you like that

even though he didn’t help you pick up your crayons, it felt like you had some type of ally in this class

slowly, you connected two and two together

if you stayed around bakugou, no one could pick on you anymore! so you glued yourself to him practically every day

at first, he found it annoying, but after seeing that you admired him up close, he liked the attention that feuled his ego, so he kept you around

because you followed him around so much, you picked up a lot of things from him. he taught you how to defend yourself, and you taught him that some extras didn’t deserve as much attention as he was giving him. it was better to walk away sometimes

you ate lunch together, he came over to your house to play heroes and villains, he even showed you his secret all might poster collection. you were his person to talk to

he even had a katsuki bakugou™ nickname for you: small fry

you two were quite the duo. bakugou went from simply tolerating you, to gradually beginning to care for you being around

and as you grew up with him, he caught himself beginning to admire the strong, gorgeous person you had become all on your own. it seemed he had developed a bit more than just a simple friendship bond with you

did he ever tell you that? fuck no

you knew bakugou had always been rather… brash

but you absolutely drew the line in the sand when he wouldn’t stop picking on midoriya for being quirkless. that one day where you walked into that classroom to meet bakugou and his group of friends only to see bakugou telling some green haired kid to jump off the building because he would never make it into ua without a quirk. he was different

bakugou turned to leave and he saw you standing in the doorway with a bit of an angry, hurt expression on his face

“small fry, thought you were never gonna show up.”

“... lame.”

“hah? what did you say?”

“i said it’s lame picking on small fries like that just because they’re different,” you spat at him. his eyes stayed fixated on you as you walked past him, helping the smaller boy off the floor and asking if he was okay

normally, if it were anyone else, bakugou wouldn’t care. at all

but it was you

you were different

and all he did was act like he didn’t care. why? he didn’t know. but what he said to you that day came out rash and hurtful. you two had your fights before, but this had struck a chord with you. no one deserved to be treated like how you were back in preschool. that hurt

he didn’t realize how much you meant to him until you stopped inviting him over, you stopped eating lunch with him, you stopped texting and that bothered him

the one person who he wanted to admire him didn’t anymore

so it was a surprise to you that he waited for you to be finished your club after school to talk

“small fry, listen. oi! i said listen up!” you kept walking, but he stopped you by grabbing your wrist

“what? what is it? what can you possibly say to make things better? how could you treat people like that?”

“come back.”

“what?”

“i said, fuck- come back, y’know, eat lunch with all the extras again.”

“no.”

the frustration showed true on bakugou’s features. his cheeks were turning red, you figured from the anger he was feeling towards you yet his voice dropped

“i didn’t mean that shit back there. i was angry. fuck, i.. you want me to apologize or some shit, right. heard you small fries like that.” he shifted uncomfortably, his clammy hand still holding your wrist in a firm grip, as if you would walk away from him any moment now

“sorry, or whatever.” he mumbled out in the smallest voice you had ever heard bakugou speak in

your heart stopped as he looked at you with such sincerity. you held his gaze, eyes locked on his before you shook your head

“i don’t forgive you for saying what you said and doing what you did, but i do trust you. and i know that you’re better than that. you’re not lame. but if you seriously do that again, i’m not giving you any more chances.”

relief came flooding back to bakugou at your words, but his face fired up almost instantly as you moved your hand so that your fingers intertwined with his

“now c’mon, the new all might special is airing tonight, if we hurry we can still make it to my house.”

“don’t speak so fucking loud! ... damn small fry.”

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7fckingidiots · 3 years

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The Brothers and how they say they’re proud of you!

Lucifer

he’s the avatar of pride sure, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t give out compliments

in fact seeing you feeling proud of your own work or whatever you’ve accomplished makes him feel proud too

he says things like “good job. i know you worked hard on that.” so not entirely direct but it’s nice to hear

if it’s something you’ve been telling him about constantly though and then show it off to him once you’re happy with it? his heart warms and he makes sure to actually say it outloud this time

he doesn’t get sappy but it does touch him that you wanted to include him and wanted to hear his thoughts about it

i think abt older brother lucifer a lot. Be nice to him. please

Mammon

he’s literally :D and !!!! outwardly when you do something you’re happy with or proud of

immediately goes to show you off to literally anyone that will listen....thanks king i love u

type of dude to have ur picture in his wallet and explain how cool u r to every cashier

it’s pretty clear he’s really proud of you but if you ask him he’s gonna freeze up at first and be like ??? obviously not i hate you. AND IMMEDIATELY REGRETS IT

he makes sure to outwardly tell you he’s proud of you from now own but now it’s the Only thing you will hear

yeah mammon has every single one of his brothers in his wallet??? and??? am i wrong??

Levi

dude he’s not even proud of Himself. How are you gonna get him to say it

honestly ppl don’t see Levi as a good older brother i’m gonna throw Hands. anyways

he is proud of you!! you can tell because he uses a ton of video game analogies and his eyes light up also stimmy hands!!!

will let you rant abt whatever you’re working on but he’ll make sure to bring up little details you mentioned to him so you know he’s actually paying attention

it’s honestly hard for him to say it outloud but he tells you it all the time over text

you have a five minute long voicemail saved from him that’s mostly him rambling but he also tell you he thinks you’re cool and that he’s proud of you :,)

Satan

straight to the point love this MAN thank YOU

listens to you rant and is like! wow! i’m proud of you good job! he really says it like it’s nothing but he’s smart and he Knows words mean things

once he notices it has a positive effect he makes sure to remind you every so often

sometimes he even does it if you complete a simple task like washing your face but sometimes that’s when we need to know it the most and Satan gets that

he was never really told that people were proud of him so please Return the favor....just. Good Vibes

he’ll have what you said to him on repeat for the next three weeks guaranteed

Asmo

another man to say it CONSTANTLY

thank you King u have no idea how this effects me

breaks into your classes when you have a test to let you know he’s proud of you no matter the grade you get...

Lucifer stops that immediately so now Asmo is just in all of your classes so no more damage can be done

No more body issues in this house. Ok not actually but Asmo really helps you appreciate your body more! He makes you say things like i’m proud of this because......and will make sure to help you out if you get stuck!

Especially praises you if you do something like make up, nails, or clothes he will take pictures you cannot stop Him he’s PROUD

Beel

God. I love him so much. He just. doesn’t say it bc he doesn’t realize that’s what you want to HEAR.....dense n trying

Lots of closed eye smiles and head pats to show he’s proud! when your especially happy he gives you some of his food bc you clearly deserve it...weow :0

once you ask him to say it he’s like??? ok i can do that but you’ll need to remind him like twice. honestly just write it on his hand it’ll work better

hearing him say he’s proud of u with the closed eye smile and the head pat. Thanks KING

when he’s holding you he’ll make sure to tell you that he’s proud of you. he never gives a specific reason but he is :)

Beel just loves you and will say he’s proud of you whenever he wants to see you smile or cheer up

Belphie

You want him to say he’s proud of you?? ok sure? it’s gonna be so half assed sir some of us have imposter syndrome HERE

then he realizes it’s a serious request and makes sure to only say it when he’s awake(mostly anyways)

because of this, he doesn’t say it often but when he does you know it’s genuine because of how he taps his fingers together

belphie also stimmy god cannot kill me

he is proud of you, knowing someone like you that’s affected his life in such a positive way really amazes and weirds him out when he thinks about it usually after he wakes up

bc of this u get lots of little texts and 3 second voice mails of him being like. thought of u. proud.

thanks belphie i needed that

ah!!! thank you so much to everyone that read my first set of hcs!! i wasn’t expecting it to blow up like that AT ALL i was 00 all day. I hope you guys like these too!! Times are hard right now and this is what i need to hear the most so i figure it would be nice to hear it from our favorite brothers too :) i’m proud of you for making it through today and they are too! keep fighting <3

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sapphire-dreamsky · 2 years

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When some letters addressed to Santa gets 'accidentally' wired and addressed to the three chaotic brothers in Olympus.

How did that happen? Well, you see, uh...Hermes! You are in charge of the messages, how did that happen?

Hermes: Seems like the letter casually sneaked into the pile, how clumsy of me. *shrugs his shoulders*

Author: Hermes...you do know these kids sent these letters to Santa for a very good reason, right? They will be disappointed if they don't receive what they wished for, and they might even stop believing in Santa! Oh by the gods, Hermes you have to mail these letters back to Santa! You can't let these little kids' dream sink like Atlantis because you wanted to be the Grinch! I thought this was Loki's job to cause mischief!

Hermes: Don't worry! I dublicated the letters and sent the originals to Santa. This is revenge for all the times Lord Zeus made me work overtime.

Author: I'm taking a vacation. I don't know anything about this ploy.

Will the gods be answering to the mail and give the kids the gifts they want to make them happy? ...Do you look at Poseidon and wonder if he is going to give you some nice sea shells on your birthday? Wait...does he do that? Brother Poseidon! Where are my sea shells?!

Who is the best at giving gifts in Mount Olympus? Hades.

Why? Because between receiving a glare from the high esteemed Poseidon during Christmas dinner and a very questionable book from Zeus named "Fifty Shades of the Grey", *shudders at the memory* I think Hades has the best tastes when gift giving.

How would you describe the Christmas dinners with the brothers? Chaos.

Zeus: Oh my, what are these? Hermes, did you mix our mail with that of the guy from the North Pole?

Hermes: I don't think so, my Lords. They are clearly addressed to you.

Hades: Why would a follower of Poseidon ask for, "a girlfriend for my lonely miserable but nice uncle Thomas?" Shouldn't this be wired to Aphrodite or Eros?

Hermes: Ah, but it is addressed to Lord Poseidon, Lord Hades. It seems like the person wants Lord Poseidon's help.

Poseidon: ...

Zeus: Ooohhhh! Finally something interesting! What does my follower want?! Hermes, where's my letter? Hades, here's yours! Open it! Tell me what's inside!

Hades: Calm down, Zeus. You will break this table again if you continue to jump on it.

Hades: "Dear, Lord Hades, for Christmas, I wish for this new sword that just came out. You know, the one with the cool flames design on it with the hilt in form of a skull! I know dad and mom might be upset because they think girls shouldn't play with swords, but if it comes from you, I'm sure they will be more lenient! Love, Sasha." This seems like an Ares prayer to me. What did you get Zeus?

Zeus: I bet it's better than you two! Ahem! "Dear Lord Zeus, for Christmas, my one and only wish this year if for a big castle! One with a gigantic dragon guarding the entry! It needs to breathes fire too! I want it to be filled with spirits as butlers and maids too! How cool will that be?! I bet my friends will be jealous! Also, I want an indoor pool and sauna, and a room filled with the most recent video games which just came out this year! And I also would be super happy if I get water horses too in my castle! P.S: If you could also write in big letters Damian is the best on the castle walls, it would be nicer. Thanks, old man, Damian"...

Hades: Hahahahaha! Brother, is this another one of your kids? Your children often address you old man nowadays don’t they? Hahahahah! Good luck with that! The kid has a good imagination! Poseidon, will you be generous enough to lend Zeus some of your horses? Hahahaha! I haven’t laugh like that in ages!

Poseidon: Burn these letters.

Hermes: Ah, but Author has promised that if you fulfilled these children's wishes, you would receive the latest limited edition of the video game which just came out and was immediately sold out.

(Author: ???!!! I said what now?!)

Poseidon: !

Hades: Kailin said that? Are you sure and certain Hermes?

Hermes: It seems as if the plea of these children's has reached her heart, Lord Hades.

Zeus: What about us? Does she have anything for us?

Hermes: She hasn't said anything yet but she will send you something.

Zeus: Let's get into this, then!

Poseidon: Let's work together.

Hades: ?!

Zeus: ?!

Hades and Zeus simultaneously: (Is Poseidon really that desperate to get that game?)

Hades' task

Hades: A sword... With flames as design and a skull as hilt...I think I might have something like that lying around here...let’s see...

Zeus: Woah! This is really a bottomless vault that you have here Hades!

Hades: Of course. I was born to be the god in charge of wealth before you tricked me into taking Helheim. Don't you remember or did you choose to forget about it?

Zeus: Er...Hahaha?

Poseidon: Hurry up already.

Hades: Sorry Poseidon but if you could help instead of standing by the door, it would be easier and quicker.

Zeus: This sword is so cool! Look at the green vines on it!

Hades: You might not want to touch that one. This was a gift from a witch back in the day.

Zeus: Ho ho. Was she beautiful?

Hades: Yeah. She poisoned the sword and sent it to Helheim in the hopes it would kill me.

Poseidon: Why? You broke her heart?

Hades: Who do you take me for, dear brother? Zeus? I'm married and faithful! You are hurting my feelings right now! But nah. She just wanted to see if her sword was poisonous enough to kill a god. It isn’t strong enough to kill me but poor Charon had a fever and was unable to work for one entire week after coming into contact with it.

Zeus: Why did you keep it then?

Hades: I thought the design was beautiful. Ah ha! I got the sword! I bet she will love it! The blade can even become flames! Isn’t it cool?

Poseidon: Let’s just get on with it.

Poseidon’s task

Zeus: A girlfriend for her uncle...how do we do this?

Poseidon: Put on an advertisement on the internet. This is what kids do nowadays.

Hades: This is what you do when you want to humiliate the poor fellow, hmm...Thomas! He seems like a nice guy and looks decent for human standards too. I wonder why he doesn’t have a partner yet.

Poseidon: How about you date him then.

Hades:...I have a wife. Poseidon, do you really have such a low impression of me?

Poseidon: Just create an imaginary girlfriend and give him one then.

Zeus: Like an Adam?

Hades: What is his type?

Zeus: Only one way to find out!

In the middle of the night, poor fellow Thomas was trying to get some well deserved sleep after a long bad day at work, getting shouted at by customers

Zeus: Rejoice human! Your niece’s plea has reached us, the three big bosses of Mount Olympus!

Hades: He is the big boss of Mount Olympus. I’m the big boss of hell. Hell-o.

Zeus: Are you still salty about that? I told you! I played fair!

Hades: Fair? Do you see Well in the name of Rock, Paper, Scissors?

Poseidon: Both of you shut up. Human, hurry up and tell us what your type is.

Thomas: My type?

Hades: What type of person are you most attracted to. Qualities which are the most enticing, and what looks and personality you like the most are needed for this job.

Zeus: Or if you are like me, if looks are what matters, then let me tell you what are the best attributes! I would say-

Hades: Thanks mother, not everyone is like you. Let the guy think and shut up.

Thomas: I’m sorry but what is happening right now?

Poseidon: Looks and personality. Now. *trident appears in hand*

Thomas: Just someone nice!

Hades: And?

Zeus: What about looks?

Thomas: Uhh. Someone who looks like...*glances worriedly at Poseidon and his tident, mind blank*

Hades: Ooohhh! Little weasle! Ok! Let’s go!

Zeus: Hihihi! You got good taste, human!

Poseidon: He hasn’t said anything about looks.

Hades: It’s ok, brother! We got this! You go and prepare the best horses for Zeus in the meantime, ok?

Later Zeus’ task

Zeus: A castle on the coast of Aeaea sounds nice, doesn’t it?

Hades: What about Circe?

Zeus: I’m sure she won’t mind! Besides it’s better than the second option!

Hades: What was the second option?

Zeus: The island of Crete.

Poseidon: How many horses do you need?

Zeus: Ten should be good.

Poseidon: You are getting one. Case close.

Zeus: But-

Hades: I can only give you three butlers and two maids on my part. The souls don’t want to work. Forcing them won’t do any good.

Zeus: Uh! Fine! What do I do with the dragon? We have destroyed every dragons there was on Earth before we sent Adam and Eve over to Earth. I don’t have the energy to create another being after that human’s girlfriend!

Hades: Stop complaining. You are the one who wanted to do the modifications to her. If you didn’t we would have been done with it sooner. I don’t even know if what you did was a good idea. She is everything but nice!

Zeus: But he liked, ahem! *discreetly glances at Poseidon and murmurs* and he is nice with his wife!

Poseidon: Enough with the chatter. Give him a crocodile, it's close enough. Let’s wrap everything and give them to Hermes. I need to go and look for Author.

25th of December

Sasha’s house

Parents of Sasha: Sasha, be careful! Oh my God! Why is it on fire?!

Sasha: Woah!!! Thank you Santa!

Thomas invited at his brother’s house for Christmas because otherwise he is spending Christmas alone

Niece: Don’t worry, Uncle! I have sent a letter to Santa! You will get a wonderful gift!

Thomas: Hahaha, thank you. But didn’t you want something for yourself? You should have asked Santa for something for you.

Niece: Nope!

Ding! Ding!

Thomas’ brother: Who is that? Did you invite someone over Tom?

Thomas: No?

Door opens

A gift from Olympus and Helheim: Bow down you bottom-feeder. You are in the presence of perfection incarnate.

Thomas's brother: I'm sorry?

Thomas: You!

A gift from Olympus and Helheim entering the house wihout even being invited in: The nerve you have human, to make me look everywhere for you.

Niece: Merry Christmas Uncle!

Thomas: * remembering the nightmare with the blond with a trident threatening him, faints*

Poseidon 2.0: Tch. What a feint hearted human you are.

Damian’s Castle

Damian’s mother: Honey, where are we?

Damian’s father: I have no idea. One moment we were asleep, the next we are here...did we get kidnapped?!

Damian’s mother: Honey! Breath deeply! Don’t panic! Breath in, yeah just like that. Now breathe out.

A translucent spirit with a menacing grin and a knife in hand: Welcome home, my lord. Thank you for freeing us! Thanks to you, we are now free from helheim! Ahah! Hades can't do shit to us here! As a token of our gratitude, we are now your most devoted servants. Your wish is our command, my lord!

Damian: Woah! This is my castle and my servants! Thank you Santa! This is so cool!

Damian’s father: *feints*

Damian’s mother: Honey!

Bonus, 26th of December

Author: Hermes! Next time, you are the one cleaning up the mess!

Hermes: But all is well.

Author: Not thanks to you! Hypnos, are you sure they won’t remember anything?

Hypnos: Yes, no worries. Once they will wake up, they will believe they were all dreaming.

Author: I am so sorry, Mr. Claus. I apologise for all the trouble they have caused.

Santa: As long as no one was hurt, it’s fine.

Poseidon: You. I finally found you. Where is my compensation for my co-orperation.

Author: What?

Poseidon: Playing dumb won’t get you out of this. My game. Now.

Hermes: He means the limited edition of the saga of *bleep* *bleep* *bleep*.

Author: But...but...but...

Poseidon: My patience is running low. Hades can’t help you out of this.

Author crying while handing out her beloved game while glaring at Hermes: You will pay for this Hermes.

Hermes: You are not Lord Poseidon. I’m not scared of you.

A few weeks later

Author: How are you feeling Hermes? Still not scared?

Hermes: I’m sorry! I will steal the game back!

Author: No need. But I do hope you learned your lesson.

Hermes: I did!

#Olympus Brothers antics #snv poseidon #snv hades #snv zeus #snv hermes

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murphyhatesme · 3 years

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Getting a new car leads to some life changing realisations .. After a talk with Chin Danny finally decides to take a chance on Steve.

Danny closes his eyes and presses his lips together before he answers Jack, from ballistics, “Yeah okay, I’ll get back to you with a budget okay?”

“Sure thing Danny, I’ve already given them an estimate on the parts so that should help.”

“Yes it should, thanks Jack. Hopefully we’ll talk soon.”

Just as he puts his phone down Steve walks into his office, “what was the verdict?”

“It’s totalled. Couldn’t be saved. I’m going to have to speak with the governor about a budget.”

“ Ah .”

Danny looks up at that, “What did you do?”

Steve takes a step back, pointing at himself “Me? Nothing?”

“ Steven. ”

Steve sighs, “Now, I need you to promise me you won’t get mad.”

“Tell me!”

“A ah, promise me first.”

“Steven I swear to god ..”

“Fine! I was going to tell you at dinner tonight. I may have talked to Sam already and he agreed with my choice.”

“Your choice? Explain how this is your choice when it’s my car?”

“Danny, I always drive our car.”

“Excuse you, there is nothing ‘ our’ about the car. It’s mine!”

Steve waves his protests away and walks around the desk coming to stop besides Danny. He leans over and pulls the keyboard towards himself. Danny refuses to move aside and Steve is signing, letting him know he’s annoyed by Danny’s unwillingness to move aside. He knows he’s being petty but he’ll be damned if he lets Steve take over his office as well as his life.

“Will you just ..” Steve snaps before shoving the keyboard back “Ugh, fine! Have it your way you big baby.” he steps back and Danny smirks only to lose it when his chair is jerked back and he’s bodily lifted out of his seat.

Danny can feel his eyes widen as he’s sat down on Steve’s lap. “Excuse you?” Squirming he tries to stand up but Steve tuts at him and rolls the chair back up to the desk. Pulling the keyboard closer he logs out of Danny’s mail and into his own. “Steve, I’m sorry okay, can you let ..” He’s distracted by the beautiful, sleek black Camaro that appeared on screen. He bends forward and takes over the keyboard, he immediately opens google. He types in the dealer’s website, looking up the specs on the car Steve just showed him. “Did you really? And Sam agreed? You really ordered this one?”

Steve chuckles behind him, “Yes Danny, really. So I take it, you're fine with me picking our car?”

Danny nods and sits back, Steve’s hands wrap around his waist to keep him from sliding down and he’s suddenly aware of just where he’s sitting. His breath hitches and his stomach muscles quiver when a warm thumb caresses his hip bone, oh fuck. He bolts up and steps away from his desk, clearing his throat, “Right, so uh when is it arriving?”

Steve’s eyes are glittering with amusement when he answers “We can pick it up tomorrow.”

“Okay, so first thing in the morning?”

“Uhu, we have an appointment at nine.”

“Great! Now go, I have things to do.”

Steve smirks, “sure, things ..”

Danny can feel his face flush and he narrows his eyes, “What’s with the tone? Huh? You don’t believe I have things to do?”

“Oh no, I do believe that, but I wonder if you are ever going to own up to those things .”

Danny freezes, his first thought is that Steve knows! Followed by he knows and wants Danny to do something about it. He files it away and shoos Steve out of his office. More than a little freaked out he picks up his wallet and drags Chin out for an early lunch. Chin is a good soundboard and he’ll be honest.

After ordering he folds his hands and takes a deep breath, “So Steve ..” he pauses, not sure how to begin.

Chin sighs deeply, “So he finally told you huh?”

Danny sits up and he eyes Chin suspiciously, “What exactly do you think he told me?”

Chin rolls his eyes, “Danny, he feels the same way about you as you feel about him. He’s been waiting for you to act on it.”

“Well if he knew then he could have been the one to act on it.”

Chin raises his brow, “No, because you would have hidden behind a wall of insecurities and excuses.”

“And those still stand!”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because .. I rea .. No, I just ..” He sighs, “Maybe I freaked out a little bit.” Chin nods his head in sympathy and Danny bristles “Not because of the reasons you think! He’s my boss and I actually like him. If I act on it and it goes south then I ..”

Chin interrupts him, “You forget that he’s in the same boat, also are you really scared that things won’t work out? Because you and Steve are basically married already.”

“We are not!”

Chin holds up his hand “Couples counselling Danny.” he ticks off a finger, “You share a car.” He puts another finger down, “You live together and last but not least,” he ticks off another finger, “You have a date night every other week.”

Danny shakes his head, “No, nope. It’s my car. I stay in the guest room because I have mold. And we watch a game!”

Chin however is not impressed, “You two cuddle, Danny.”

“Ugh! Fine. it’s only because it’s easy with him okay!”

“Danny, why is it easy?”

“We’re best friends. I trust him.”

“I’m your best friend.”

“That’s different.”

“Brah ..” Chin lets out a long suffering sigh.

“Let’s talk about something else.”

“Danny .. Stop running, he loves you just as you are. He isn’t Rachel.”

Closing his eyes, Danny breathes out. “I know, okay. I know.”

Chin smiles at him, “Good talk. Should we take back lunch for Steve and Kono?”

“Fine, what does Kono normally like?”

“She likes spicy tuna.”

Danny orders a spicy tuna sandwich and a meat lover's one for Steve. When he gets back to the table Chin is smirking, “What?”

“You notice how you didn’t even think about what to get for Steve?”

“That logic is flawed because you knew what Kono liked.”

“Only because I take our lunch orders at least twice a week, what’s your excuse?”

Danny decides to ignore the knowing grin and focuses on the counter, waiting for their order to be called.

The next morning Danny is up early, he tries to enjoy his morning coffee but he’s too excited, or nervous. He’s getting a new car. He ignores the other reason for his nerves. Despite him waiting for it he still startles when the front door opens and Steve swans in. “Ready?”

“Good morning to you too.”

Steve rolls his eyes, “Come on, traffic is going to be a bitch.”

“Well, you should have thought about that before you made an appointment on Saturday at nine.” But he still follows Steve out to the truck. He manages to slap the back of his partner's head when he hears Steve mutter ‘ bitch bitch bitch ’.

Steve is in the office with the dealer, taking care of the paperwork and Danny is standing in front of his car. The powerful, sleek, black muscle car is exactly what he’d have chosen for himself. Which also means that despite what he says Steve knows Danny through and through. He slowly walks around the car, fingers lightly tracing the shiny new paint. He slides into the driver's seat, lovingly caressing the steering wheel and smiling as he takes in the new car smell.

Steve comes out of the office, and the manager waves over one of the sales guys. Steve smiles when their eyes meet and Danny smiles back as he holds up his thumb. Steve gestures for him to get out before turning and shaking the manager’s hand. Danny gets out and Steve steps in close as the salesman, Gary, who followed Steve comes over to shake his hand. “You made the right decision with this car.”

“Yes, I believe we did. Do I have to sign anything?”

“No Sir, your husband took care of everything.” Danny opens his mouth to correct the assumption but Gary is talking again, “So here are the keys.” He hands the keys to Steve, “Congratulations on your buy.”

Danny plucks the keys out of Steve’s hand, “Thanks Gary.” He leaves Steve standing there as he slides back into the driver's seat. When Steve pulls the seatbelt over his chest Danny starts the car, “What about your truck?”

“Nahele is picking it up with Jerry later, driving lessons.”

Danny nods and turns smoothly onto the motorway, “I love my new car.”

“ Our car Danny.”

“Just because Gary back there thinks we are married doesn’t make it true.”

“So I feel like this car is a Goliath?” Steve says and Danny chokes.

“Excuse me?”

“No? Atlas then?”

“We are not naming this car Atlas.” Danny snaps

Steve grins. “It has a lot of horsepower, so maybe black beauty, BB for short?”

“No, this car has no name. It doesn’t need one. If we name it then we become attached and in our line of work that is not a good thing Steven.”

“So Zeus is out?”

“Oh my god. Stop it. Please for the sake of my sanity.”

Steve suddenly seems to notice they are driving out of town instead of home. “Huh? Where are we going?”

Danny grins but doesn’t say anything. He takes a right turn and smiles when he hears the quiet ah as Steve figures out where they are going.

When he parks the car, they get out and walk to the edge of the lookout. Danny takes Steve’s hand and presses the keys into his palm. “What are we doing here Danny?”

“I figured something out yesterday, and as you know this is where I go to start life changing decisions.”

“Life changing?” Steve’s tone is both hopeful and disbelieving and Danny suddenly knows he won’t regret what he’s about to confess. Instead of visions of failure he sees himself old and wrinkled on the beach behind their house, bickering about stupid things. For once he can see a happy future because he loves this man and he’s pretty sure Steve loves him in return.

He takes a deep breath, finally ready to say it and mean it. “Okay, I’m going to come out and just say it then. I love you.”

Steve tilts his head, “I love you too?”

“No, Steve, I’m in love with you.”

“Oh. Yes, I knew that.” Steve tells him before pulling him in and kissing him soundly on the lips.

Danny splutters, and pushes Steve away, “Don’t you have anything to say to that?”

“I’ve been saying it for ages Danny, I’m glad you finally caught up.” Steve states matter of factly and slowly leans back in, Danny shudders as their lips connect once again. Danny deepens it almost immediately and Steve groans as their tongues brush together for the first time. He loses himself in the kisses as the sun steadily rises and the traffic rushes past behind them.

When they break apart, both breathless Danny sweeps his thumb over Steve’s kiss swollen bottom lip, “How about we go home and find some things to do?”

Steve grins, “Yes please.” He gives Danny a quick, hard kiss before dragging him to the car.

Danny is laughing as he slides into the passenger's seat, “So eager.”

“Well if I had known that picking out a new car for us would have this result ..”

“A new car for me .” Danny feels the need to point out.

Steve scoffs, “We both know I’ll be the one to drive it five days out of the week.”

“I ..” and just like that it doesn’t matter, so he sighs and gives in. “Fair enough.”

Steve’s grin lights up his face and Danny knows he’ll spend the rest of life trying to keep that smile in place.

Fin

#mcdanno #get together #lizlybear #first kiss #fluff #So I hope you guys enjoyed it I realise they may come of as OOC but I tried my best. :)#On to the next prompt! Which will have smut again #I am still amazed by the fact that I posted two stories with an general audience rating. hahaha #*English is not my native language any and all mistakes are my own #also posted on AO3

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chocoholicannanymous · 3 years

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Concepts in Action (Glee)

Follow-up to Concepts of Insanity, spawned by a talk with @jwmelmoth

Slighty different mood than that one, but same base principle.

Returning to the loft after skating should be a relief after the awkwardness of doing such a loaded activity with his ex. Except it doesn't feel that good, and he's got some uncomfortable suspicions regarding Blaine's backpack.

“So, dad. You brought Blaine. Exactly when's his ticket back?”

“Day after tomorrow, same as mine.”

“Right. And where is he staying?”

“Well...” His dad's facial expression answers that question in a way that makes Kurt's heart sink.

Fan.Tast.Ic.

“So when you said I could return my present if I wanted to, exactly how was that supposed to work? It isn't, is it? I'm stuck with him whether I want to or not.”

“Kurt!”

His dad's voice is full of surprise and a bit of censor, but Kurt isn't going to let that influence him. His dad's crossed a line, and Kurt's not going to pretend otherwise.

“Remember the first Christmas after mom passed away? How you sat me down and apologized for my presents, before I'd even opened them, because you just weren't good at buying gifts? And remember how I told you that anything you'd gotten me would be perfect, because it was from you and I loved you? Yes?

“Okay. I still love you, but I'm taking the rest of that back. You coming here to tell me you have cancer was bad enough. Finding out you consider my ex an acceptable 'gift' for Christmas goes from bad to really shitty, and I don't know what you were thinking. Especially seeing as apparently you felt it was okay to tell him about your cancer before telling me.”

“I didn't want you to be alone.”

Kurt just stares, unable to process.

“I have cancer, and I knew you'd have a hard time to deal. I brought Blaine because I figured you'd need the support, the comfort.”

“And you brought my ex for that?”

Then again, support wasn't Blaine's strongest suit even when we were together, was it?

“Hey, you're the one who told me he wasn't just your boyfriend, he was your best friend too.”

“Yes, but that was before” he cheated on me “we broke up.”

His dad still doesn't seem to get it and Kurt can't take it.

“You know what, I need some air. I'm going to take a walk. You stay here, make sure Blaine stays out of my bedroom.”

Kurt starts out with going around the block, but he's still upset after and takes another loop, this time longer. It takes half an hour for him to feel ready to go back inside and deal.

Sitting on the couch with his dad and Blaine as they watch baseball is annoying as hell. Any other time, he'd take the closeness and read Vogue, especially now that his dad has admitted to knowing about it. But with Blaine actually watching and interacting with his dad about the game Kurt feels uncomfortable not doing the same. So he tries. Once he gives up and reaches for his magazine he heard his dad and Blaine joke about having bet about how long he'd hold out.

And then the next hit comes.

“So, Kurt, I know that this might be a bit weird for you, and you can totally say no if you want to,” sure, just like I could return the 'gift' of your presence, “ but I'm applying to NYADA for next year.”

Kurt sighs silently. Of course he is. The thing is, he can see it, the way Blaine probably assumes it'll play out. Blaine moving to New York, going to NYADA, buddying up to Rachel just like in high school... Kurt being expected to just take it, regardless of if he had been accepted or not. Any contacts Kurt might have gotten supposed to be at Blaine's beck and call, Blaine talking his way into Kurt's classes trying to replace him, like he had in Glee and with Cheerios... Kurt bending over backwards to make Blaine happy, just like in high school.

Because there would never be a chance of him being allowed to continue to say no to Blaine with them at the same school.

Thank god that's not going to happen.

And really, what was Blaine trying to do here? Pretending that Kurt's opinion mattered? The time for that would have been months ago, before applying.

“Oh really? You know what, I think NYADA might be perfect for you.” Not in terms of actual schooling, maybe, as Kurt's had the blinds torn off regarding Blaine's talent, but for the rest... He imagines Carmen Tibideaux subjecting Blaine to some of her special treatment. The definition of Karma, surely.

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. From everything I've heard you'd get along really well with the dean, and well, Rachel seems to thrive. Good luck.”

With no encouragement to keep talking about NYADA Blaine wanders off to grab something to drink and Kurt refocuses on his dad, trying to squeeze out as much of this visit as possible.

“Hey Kurt? What does NUY want with you?”

Kurt turns his head so fast it feels like he's in danger of whiplash.

“Are you going through my mail? Stop it!”

The words come out hard and he can see both his dad and Blaine react. He doesn't care though.

“You know, you going through my personal things wasn't cute when we dated either. Back then I just cared more about keeping the peace than about keeping my privacy. Since that's not a problem anymore, let me just be clear. I might be allowing you to stay here, but that's not an invitation in any way. Not to snooping, not to feeling at home, and not to getting back together.

“This is my home, and you are – putting it kindly – a guest. Behave with the decency I know your mom expects of you. If you can't do that then leave.”

He wishes Blaine would, but knows it's not likely.

“Buddy...”

“Kurt! You can't mean that you'd throw me out. Where would I go?”

Blaine looks like Kurt has done the verbal equivalent of throwing a bucket of ice water in his face. It has no effect on Kurt's resolve though.

“I neither know nor care. You either respect my home or you don't stay in it. This is New York. There are thousands of hotels and hostels.”

His dad just stares at him, as if he doesn't know who Kurt is anymore, and it hurts. Out of all the people liking Blaine better than him Kurt had never figured his dad would be one. And yet here he was, feeling the same way as he'd once felt with Finn.

“Buddy, you're being a bit harsh here, don't you think? Yes, I'll admit that maybe bringing Blaine without warning you was a little...impulsive, but why are you so angry? And don't be so hardnosed about getting back together, for your own sake.

“Like I said earlier, love's important. Holding on to love is important. I don't want you to throw away what you and Blaine have, not when you never know what will happen, or how long you'll have that opportunity. It's a cruel world, Kurt, but having someone to share with makes it better.”

Kurt takes a deep breath and tries, really really tries to keep his bitterness in. He's not doing that great a job.

“Holding on to love is important, sure. But there's such a thing as holding on too long and too hard. Blaine and I broke up for good reasons, and I wish you'd respect that.”

It's like his dad isn't even hearing him though.

“You know, your mom and I found it hard being apart too.”

Kurt did know. As a kid he'd loved hearing about his mom's semester in France, and he'd been told enough to know that it'd been tough. He'd read some of their letters to each other though, and he doubts either of them dealt the way Blaine did.

“So? Yes, being apart is hard. But that isn't an excuse for everything. I didn't want to get you involved in all of this, but since that's obviously not going to be an option anymore, fine. Blaine cheated. He felt I didn't pay enough attention to him, you know, between finding a job and a place to stay, and making enough money to pay the bills, and generally trying to make myself a life here after he practically pushed me to go here.

“And so he went and found someone else to give him that attention.”

He practically spits out the last sentence. It feels good to finally allow himself to say it, but the look on his dad's face doesn't feel as good.

If he was less angry maybe he'd be able to stop himself, worry about his dad's heart. But the anger's been simmering too long for that.

“That's why we broke up, and that's why I find the idea of getting back together objectionable. And you can talk about holding on to love until you're blue in the face, but I'm not the one who needs that lecture.”

He swallows down the lump in his throat, but goes on.

“As for the rest of it, are you seriously suggesting I take back my cheating boyfriend because that's better than being alone? Or because I don't know how long I'll live? Because if you are... What's next, dad? Telling me I should marry him because you and mom didn't get enough time together?

“If any of those things are going through your head you are also welcome to leave. I'll never not welcome you in my home, dad, but I need you to respect me. I need you to not act like you're putting someone else's son above yours.”

That's a warning that hits the target, and it's obvious that Burt Hummel remembers a row of uncomfortable talks about Finn. He deflects by turning on Blaine though.

“You...”

“No, dad. It is over and done with. Leave him be. Just... Just leave it alone. I don't want to take anymore fighting. Please?”

They stare at each other and for a while Kurt wonders if he should have done as he normally does and just backed down. Swallowed down his hurt and anger and frustration, kept quiet about the injustices done to him, and just pretended to be okay. Tried to not upset his dad, and risk his health.

Except he's done that for years, and it's clearly not working. His dad's health has failed again, with the cancer – and no matter how good the prognosis, or the treatments available, a cancer diagnosis is a health failure. Plus his dad is trying to fix him and Blaine, out of some misguided idea that they're going to be the next Burt-and-Lizzie, and he never would have done that if Kurt'd been honest about the cheating instead of blaming distance.

At least Kurt hopes he wouldn't.

“Sometimes, dad, first loves end. They end because of death, or because they're not meant to last, or because of something else. And then you meet someone else, and they make your life amazing. I'm not going to deprive myself of that by holding on to something that's ended. Just like you didn't. You found love again. I will too.

“I just need to be allowed to do so.”

They keep staring at each other, and then his dad nods. Kurt can't help it, he throws himself in his dad's arms, with tears already beginning to fall.

As they hug Kurt hear Blaine muttering in the background about finding a hotel, but he doesn't care. The door to the loft closing feels like it's closing on him and Blaine too, and it's such a relief.

After several minutes they let go. Both need to remove traces of crying, but that's good.

Once they're seated again Kurt searches for something to talk about, but his dad beats him to it.

“So, NYU? Or should I pretend I didn't hear that?”

“No! I have been thinking about things, about school, and I was an idiot for not applying to more schools last year. So, I did some research and then I did something about it. I've applied to half a dozen schools, and I've already been accepted to one for the fall semester. I don't know if there's any school willing to take me for the spring, but if there's not I'll just keep working and try to save up money.”

“And what about NYADA?”

There's no judgment in his dad's voice, and Kurt smiles as he tries to describe the situation diplomatically.

“It's...not looking as good in my research as I thought, so while I did reapply there I'm not sure I want to go there. I really shouldn't have listened to Rachel last year, because as it turns out? NYADA actually isn't the most prestigious school for performing arts, and it's probably not even the best for me. I guess we were both a little starstruck, you know?”

The game is back on, but they ignore it and talk, and it's everything Kurt would have wanted.

O--o---o--O

Months later as classes start up Kurt receives voicemail after voicemail about Blaine starting at NYADA, about how bad it is that Kurt's not been accepted, about them meeting up. Kurt ignores them as he did the calls and walks into vogue.com with a smile.

He doesn't feel the least bad about not getting in. Hell, he didn't even apply for the fall semester.

No, Kurt's happy where he is, with his job at vogue.com, a spot at the New School and a couple of scholarships helping pay the way. Oh, and a new boyfriend, which also contributes to his happiness.

Turns out? Acting in new ways can get you new and rewarding results. All you got to do is try.

#chocoholic fics #kurt fic #kurt hummel #not for the klaint of heart #burt hummel #free kurt

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years

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I challenge you to pick five Tumblrs in your social circle and tell them something you admire about their blog!

Only 5? I could probably do 500. However, that's determined by what's considered my social circle. I'm often in my head being incredibly social continuously is really a challenge of mine. I'm always actively marching to something, my flame of passion when I have it, I can do some crazy stuff but it diminishes relatively quickly, so I try to cling. But I'll up your thing and list 25 of my fave people. Ask me this same thing in a Month, I'll keep doing 25, until I do all the people. How about that? (If anyone wants to be taken off mention let me know.)

@eligos-venator

- Has one of the most intelligent and sophisticated minds, I've had the pleasure to know. Literally admire all his aesthetics, work, head-cannons, ideas. It's only a benefit that the dude shares some OC characteristics to my own (Winning features). I really enjoyed the short-thread we did. It was incomplete, mainly because of my faults. I want to actually be better to give him a proper delivery and RP worth his time, but he's incredibly worth the investment of eyes.

@mischiefandmystics

- If there was a Mount Rushmoore of writers who kept me in this endeavor, encouraged me. Sun'ra is one of them. His characterization skills, writing, the delivery and how believable his character is, they're masterful acts.

@mishivymendi

- I wouldn't be nearly tamed or as creatively freed if it wasn't for this gem. She broke my shell, I really didn't at a time ever see myself being anything really beyond a smut writer, but Mishi not only saw potential in me, but brought it out. Her stories and world's she brings to life are so majestically colorful.

@asymphonyofash

- My go-to. He's another pillar individual who saw things in me past just the obvious perception, (Probably second longest XIV RPer I know.) Taught me a lot of the lore, I shot him up and he's sort of become my stapled rock. He's right aside Sun'ra met them about the same, both took me under their wing's as I quietly observed and absorbed.

@lavender-hemlock

- We're always up and front with each other, never feeling like I couldn't say anything around, extremely rare to share that these days. Her gif's are legendary, something on my own terms I want to soar in quality. The writing she does is astounding. Character has so many mysterious pages that are quite addictive to want to explore and learn them. (Encore 20 below-cut)

@under-the-blood-moonlight - Her sweetness and artwork and overall is just a friendly presence to be around. I cherish them so much. One I can jive with more darker undertones with. She's one the most hardworking and ambitiously creative people. I'd mail them infinite hugs if could. Thanks for being you! @roxinova - I owe a lot of credit to her. She's constantly OOC and everything was nudging me too be more inclusive to things and involved heavenly. It's rare for me. I'm really horrible about that my autism sets me back socially, I constantly will be drowned by the next day and be reverted back to better off alone, that's my major crux and weakness. But her thoughtfulness, these things, aren't ever foreign to me, I do pay attention probably better than any would ever give me credit. She's a beacon model to have as a friend. @corpse-dancer - Haven't ran into many words with them, but her character, screenshot game, expressiveness, they're all a marvel to constantly see, alongside her attitude and bringing life character. I do think if I were better, we would click quite splendidly. They've recently reminded and motivated me to pick-up my daily-practice, or try too. Keep being a rockstar. @fair-fae - Few who wouldn't know who she is in this community. She's been in my opinion a huge core. I'm certain she's inspired many who weren't even RPers too try it by seeing her at the Quicksands or elsewhere, a tyme ago. Making no exception, I was even one of those. I used to be in QS every-single day and was often doing my shameless stuff. Though her presence first did show me there's a lot more. I admire her in all fields. Also appreciate her adopting me to the FC and her always thinking of others and giving events, or her aesthetics and portrayal, its the epitome of swan elegance. @thorcat - One of my most treasured friends. Been RPing with them for a longtime. There's never anything complicated between us or a rift of drama, it's just let's go and have fun. We really mesh well, I've welcomed nearly ever character and got the privilege to RP with nearly all them. They always open up envelope and help me, settle on back and just laugh. Whether used to be waking up to their characters humping my afk one or use randomly having a hardcore banter between Ufah and Captain and capturing them as a voidal pet. Memories with them isn't something I'd ever want to lose. I love ya! Never stop enjoying life for anything. @lukawarrioroflight - I get in the gutter find myself lacking motivation or writing, discouraged even... But I never have felt, I could ever do any wrong with this person, they bring the light out of me. So no matter what, how many hospital-beds I yearly visit, it's because of this rare nature, that I come back, even if they're the only one's ever to read my stuff. I would do it for them alone. @scholarlybreadbun - I've only been back recently and they've so much warmth. Their presence is the sun of inviting. The couple and posing all the shipping that stuff makes me even melt. I'm not particularly talented in regards to posing couples, but I took notice of them along time ago and set on quietly improving. Really like them for them, wouldn't ever want them to change that. Ideally look forward to be in their orbit longer so I can bask in them. @seascrapes - Been mutual with them for a while. Their aesthetics and character is all S+ level. I appreciate throwing back tagged prompts with them, one of many people I really think would be enjoyable to collab with any other seafarers. The artwork and pieces of Tal Brook, are breathtaking as ever exceptionally too, not to mention. Love your stuff matey, you're a king. @mai-takeda - Is a myth. Her absolutely sheer friendliness and her attitude, are so positive influencing, I was so thrilled to be welcomed with her and boosted by them early on. I couldn't see myself, wanting to exist where they didn't have happiness like the same she always delivers by just doing so many soft-things. Not to mention her writing... She's a whole world to throw yourself gazes

under. @zhauric - It doesn't go far either without the same breath of Mai, I could say about Zhauric. He's someone worthy to look-up and also recognize they're passionate and inviting, hoisting up literally everything. Could easily find any of their characters comrades with my own, or jiving alongside. Not to mention last XIVWrite, they slaughtered it. So enjoyable to read them all. I like how organized their blog is too, motivated me recently to redux my entire thing. @cadrenebula - They have so many diverse characters and their entire roster is vibrant and is imbued with a massive flux of life. They are able to encapsulate so many character's voices and portray them so effectively too, I really admire that greatly. They've made me think bigger and try myself recently at actually undertaking a huge roster of characters too. I've taken many breaks, but I always am so graciously returned often with them close-by and that's so incredibly sacred. I've seen a lot of people get discouraged or quit, leave, departure, etc. But they always seem to have a bigger house then they had last I took a break and I enjoy peaking in. @silvernsteel - Her artist and gif-work are awe-aspiring, there's little unrecognizable by her photo-sets and edits. They helped me even tip-toe into uncharted with giving me the recipes to try incorporating gifs into my arsenal. Plus so delightfully pleasant to actually talk with and just chill. I want nothing less in life, than the beauty they give, to be returned to them for eternity in all their glorious air. If ever needed anything of me, they've got me. @spotofmummery - We talk about passion or friendliness or overall a person to even remotely try to be, I got to include them. Their web-series and writing, screen-work, everything they do is fantastic. And that's furthered back nearly any I've met showcase or immortalize how just genuine of stellar person they are. I wish them always the energy to create and sparks. @snow-covered-moon - They've never been anything less but absolutely a diamond to know. I enjoy their character, their almost always abundant of energy that's very rub inducing. Their WoL character stories, writing, screen-shots, everyday they open up a new pandora box of joy, there's no mistaken love behind their character and that's infectiously easy to also enjoy something when the author does too. Always healthy to be around, I never feel short of vitality when they're close-by. @letheofthelost - Always cheerful or least encapsulates with me, they're a carnival ride. Just pure epic story-telling and engaging equally as passionate, constantly writing characters, not looking for anything outside of RP or anything really just being their selves, they fade all others. I love their presence, them as a person. Enjoy any character they'll ever come and throw under me, or a change of pace. Always feels easily understandable between one another. @crow-iv - Together we're an unfiltered, unstoppable wake of pure passionate writers and art. But I would say they're far ahead of me, in every regard. Already able to portray multiple characters in a scene and do such in-depth thinking, alongside even sketch or draw right afterwards or a scene. They're so talented, huge reason I set-out on giving them a Crew of cast and actual stories to-tell when I'm actually caught up and if they interested and we both have the room, I really think if further myself, I can be better and supply more for them to draw and I want to see them soar. I want to give them all my improvements and effectiveness. @trishelle - They've such a reinforcing personality and aura around them that easily bolsters anything that dares thinking they're about to be depleted so energizing. Aesthetics, characters, all them are so lively that further compliment their own mun's great welcoming presence. Worth hundreds of smiles and stars, keep high. Wish I had more time to dedicate to learning you! But I do notice and appreciate you. @fracturedfantasia - One of my people, I like to retreat and just talk my full

head-cannons with or learn, share insightful and inquisitive thoughts about philosophies and multi-culture things. Or plotting and in-general, they're a well of information and brimming ideas, they are every making of what makes a quality friend. When you can generally be open-about-all that's a real one right there. Their characters and tarot readings, I always would implore if they're offering. Thanks for giving me any-time. You're truly a treasure. @violet-warder - Never have even came to words with them yet unfortunately but didn't mean as a mutual, I haven't admired all their screenies, writing, or the aesthetics they bring of their character. Glamours is real end-game, I like all what you've done and put together. I care strictly about what represent and give, I don't want to see them ever think anyone want's them gone, they are abundantly so talented and possess things only they can deliver. I think recently came back too, and I'm glad to share, hopefully, overtime I can build you better up. Or eventually even talk, but I'm certain you are a busy-body person too, so we're relatable. @layla-grey - I have a lot of underline issues that set me back as a flawed person, but I've never not been anything but someone who's open, it's why I always do include my f-list in anything or etc. I'm not here to present this facade, and really don't care to be an image crafted by another. No one as of recently or now, am I close with as an RP partner or friend with then this stunning masterpiece. I never let-up on story-telling or anything so I can eventually use my Crew or other Characters, to give them anytime a master entertaining day, they push me to not be short-changed. IC and OOC I would devote my full attention too cause they've never shed from me. Didn't ever matter how much silence or anything, they're always around. And don't expect anything out of me or pressure. Just accept me and I equally share that sentiment, I want you to have everything in this world has to offer. ----- This is just a fraction of people, I've paid attention, noticed or know. I've been around in this Community for many years. There's a lot of things I could say about it, more probably then anyone else. But what matters to me, is recognizing the people who are here, that work hard, build others up, support, constantly are a beam. I don't need to interact with everyone, to know when someone is generally out for good. Or they're out for bad I've learned inquisitiveness longtime ago, I had to survive and remain afloat. I just go out and be me, and along the way, I get to find people like these, who help bring out the best me. I am nothing without these people, creators, writers, artist. I'm a terrible friend, horrible person, I don't have the energy to interact NEARLY with as much as I'd like with you all, If I could clone myself, or if things were different, I would drop it all to be in your orbits more if could. But, do know I appreciate you. And even if you ever do depart from this whole community or anything, know that anything you share, or give, that stuff does matter, somewhere, someone was aspired, if nothing else, by me. ONLY you can give the worlds you see and I am thankful. Do love yourself.

#I acknowledge you #Love you #Keep doing you #Asks answered #I'm the one guy who's never not going to be filtered or unspoken #To many people have left or been broken #Don't you ever think about it.#There's so many many more #But I'll recharge for next time

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Hey there! Admittedly I'm a little bit nervous since this is my first ask, but I'll try to not be too rambly.

So, recently the main subreddit, r/RWBY, made a ban on active users of the r/RWBYcritics subreddit. As a result there's been discussion around bad-faith criticism in the latter subreddit. What are your takes on bad-faith criticism?

For me personally, I think a bunch of people are misusing the term "bad-faith" and using it as a way to shut down criticism, but I'm curious to hear your thoughts on it.

Hey there, everyone! We woke up to some drama this morning, huh? And hello to you too, Tortoise! I'm so glad you decided to send in an ask, even if it's following some pretty tumultuous events...

Right, I'd like to start with a story. The story of how I personally don't spend time on Reddit, but I have plenty of friends who will occasionally cross-post something for me to see. Yesterday (or the day before? Idk time is meaningless) a friend told me about a post — which, significantly, I'm now having trouble finding — that covers RWBY's inconsistent writing and the fandom's tendency to try and explain away those missteps. They'd thought I'd be interested because I'd just had a conversation here on tumblr where I made that exact point to someone who, also significantly, vehemently disagreed with me, but in a very civil fashion. Given everything going on, I feel like this side point needs emphasis: we debated, we did so in a sometimes heated, but nevertheless respectful manner, it was clear neither of us was going to sway the other, and the conversation ended. The two "sides" of the community interacted without Armageddon coming about.

But back to the purpose of this tale. I went to take a look at this point and found that it no longer exists. There's just some vague message about it not obeying the subreddit's rules. "What happened?" I asked. "Why'd they take the post down?" "People were getting too heated in the comments," my friend replies. So, given that the comments were still visible, I proceeded to read through them, expecting personal attacks, slurs, harassment, etc. Any number of things that would justify deleting the post itself to put an end to such behavior. Instead, I found a thread of people having a conversation. Was the conversation heated at times? Sure. Did one or two individual posters edge into the realm of petulant, "No. You're wrong and stupid" responses? Yes. Was any of this remotely what I was expecting given the post's removal? NOPE.

"This isn't allowed?" I said. "Well then what is? People were being civil! Or at least as civil as hundreds of strangers ever get when discussing a series they're passionate about online."

Then, this morning, I hear that the entire critic subreddit has been banned.

So to answer your question, Tortoise, I don't actually think that "good faith" criticism exists. Meaning, it's not just that fans are misusing the term "bad faith criticism," but rather that there is no unified, agreed up method of writing criticism that will meet their standards. It's not possible and we know it's not possible because fans have been trying to meet those elusive standards for years:

A fan posts nothing but praise for RWBY until changes make them criticize the show as it is now. Their entire body of work is dismissed as the product of a "hater," despite the overwhelming gap between positive and negative reviews.

A fan posts a review that's a pretty balanced mix between praise and criticism. They're dismissed because it's still too much criticism.

A fan posts a review that's 99% praise with 1% criticism. That's still too much, with fans focusing on the single problem they had with the work and using it as an excuse to dismiss the entire review out of hand.

(As an aside, the argument that critics are "obsessed" with only saying negative things and that the only problem here is that they're "too" negative ignores the argument that... RWBY has a lot of flaws nowadays. Few are willing to acknowledge the possibility that it's not fans insisting on making things up to be mad about/ignoring the good parts of the show, it's the that show is, as of now, legitimately more of a mess than it is a praise-worthy product. If I'd been writing recaps in the Volumes 1-4 days, my work would have been skewed far more towards the positive. The critics' stance is that RWBY has gotten worse, which yes, results a higher volume of critical posts. To say nothing of how criticism takes far longer to explain, likewise resulting in posts focused primarily on that side of the divide. I really enjoyed the image of a crying Jaune reflected in his sword. I did not enjoy that moment's context. Saying that you liked an animation choice is a one sentence thing. Explaining the complexities of Jaune securing emotional moments, the problems with Penny's second death, the hurt many fans experienced watching an assisted suicide, etc. takes a whooole lot longer. Hence, you get massive, multiple posts about these nuanced topics and fewer, smaller posts about the details that are working well.)

A fan talks about a topic that has been metaphorically banned by the fandom as a whole. They have something good to say about Ironwood. They dislike something about Blake/Yang. They enjoyed Adam as a character. They have a problem with Ruby's leadership, etc. There's a whole list of topics nowadays that will result in an automatic dismissal, regardless of the point the fan is trying to make or how well they make it.

A fan talks about the minority representation of RWBY — its black characters, its queer characters, its disabled characters, etc. — and as a result has something to say about the biases and missteps of those writing these characters. This is considered an attack on the writers and, therefore, automatically bad.

A fan talks about how they enjoyed RWBY as it was years ago and is having trouble reconciling the dark, complicated story with the simple, hopeful one we started out with. This is seen as an attack on Monty's vision and an unwillingness to accept that "everything is planned."

A fan does as asked and ensures that their post is meeting all the requirements of "real" criticism. They have an argument to make. They have a point. They provide evidence. They recommend a solution. They keep their tone respectful. They don't attack the creators. They provide disclaimers in every single paragraph about how they do not hate RWBY. It doesn't matter. They're considered too negative.

I have, quite literally, seen every one of the above examples on multiple occasions. I have had many of the above accusations leveled at my own work. When fans say that they're fine with criticism provided it's not "bad faith" criticism, they don't actually have a specific post-type in mind; a checklist of behaviors another fan can emulate and, provided they do that, no hate will come their way. Or, if an individual fan does actually go, "Yeah. That criticism I'm fine with" that response is in no way universal. One person's "They make a good, civil point" is another person's, "Omg stop bashing the show!" Because "bashing" has come to mean everything from curse-laden insults towards everything RWBY has ever done, to posts that just happen to say something other fans don't agree with.

It's a rigged game. There is no way to post criticism about RWBY in an agreed-upon, appropriate manner. This recent ban is proof of that. I think it's incredibly telling that almost immediately after I was going, "Wow. A pretty calm debate about the flaws of RWBY in the main sub. That's great to see," all posters from the criticism subreddit were banned. The main sub literally just had the sort of criticism that they claim to accept — people respectfully posting analysis-based arguments resulting in calm debate — and yet they implemented the ban anyway. I'm not going to pretend that I've never gotten too heated on my own posts, never made snarky comments when I'm frustrated, never used exaggerated reaction GIFs that can come across as insulting... but I'd say on the whole my RWBY work is precisely the sort of "good faith" criticism that other fans are supposedly looking for. I never make an argument I don't think I can back up with evidence. I try to allow for the nuance and differing opinions of complicated topics. I try — even if I don't always succeed — to write in a clear, respectful manner. Yet none of that work has stopped people from telling me I'm a "bitter... raging asshole," a "deranged, delusional psychopath," telling me to set myself on fire, threatening to smash my head in, or just messages to straight up kill myself. If someone like me who legitimately works hard to create fair, defendable criticism and who only ever posts on a personal blog that people can easily block, who never engages in debate until someone else starts it first, never seeks out other fans I disagree with to harass them about what they like... if someone like me is still a "bad faith" critic who "deserves" that kind of hate mail... then what kind of criticism do people want?

Nothing. That's the answer. No criticism whatsoever, of any kind, no matter if it's delivered respectfully, is making a good point, whatever. That's why "RWDE" was created. That's why the critic subreddit was created. The community at large has demanded a complete separation between Praise and Anything That's Not 100% Praise, which has now resulted in this ban. Any other explanations we see are excuses, which becomes glaringly obvious when you look at the mods' supposed reasons for implementing the ban:

"Constant arguments with r/RWBY users" - As opposed to the arguments surrounding things like shipping that never, ever happen?

"Vote manipulation and comment brigades" - The subreddit with 3,000 participants, with around 200 on at a time, is manipulating the votes of a subreddit with 155,000 participants, with over 1,000 on at a time? Those numbers just do not check out. If a positive post is downvoted, or a critical post upvoted, maybe that's because large swaths of the community actually agree/disagree with that assessment, not because the incredibly smaller group is somehow manipulating things.

"Attacking and harassing those they disagree with" — Again, as opposed to those non-critics that never, ever harass people? This is an individual problem, not a community problem. Both critics and non-critics have their sub-groups acting in ways they shouldn't. If anything, the main sub will have more individuals harassing other fans, simply by virtue of being so much larger. As the above examples attest, it's not other critics who have told me to light myself on fire and, just to be clear, the asks I've responded to are a miniscule number compared to the amount I've received. I delete the lion's share for my own sanity and to save my followers from reading the really graphic threats.

"Months-long NSFL spam brigades" — I am, admittedly, not sure what this is referring to. Spamming of NSFW content? If so, that's also an individual problem.

"Homophobic, transphobic, and racist attacks towards our users" — See the above points. Again. If someone is being homophobic, transphobic, or racist, then yes please, ban them. Don't ban an entire community for the actions of a few. It's like walking into a store and banning a customer for causing a scene... but then also banning everyone else who happened to be shopping at the same time. It's guilt by association.

The silver lining to all this? The community as a whole isn't pleased. At least according to the main subreddit comments and a few individual voices like MurderofBirds. Despite the increase (from my perspective anyway) of critical voices post-Volume 8, criticism of RWBY is still very much seen as taboo. As this ban showcases. But it's really reassuring to see so many fans, critics and non-critics alike, going, "This was a mistake." A community is meant to include all aspects of engagement: praise, criticism, and the gray area between. If anything, fans like the mods of the main subreddit should be creating a separate subreddit that is specifically for praise. In the same way that there should have been a tag for RWBY praise, rather than trying to eliminate any and all criticism from the main "RWBY" tag. The majority of fans, even those who claim to hate critics and all they (presumably) stand for, recognize that a blanket ban of all criticism is not the way to go, especially when "criticism" has come to have such a staggeringly broad definition. If you want your RWBY experience to be nothing but sunshine and roses (ha), then cultivate your own internet experience to reflect that. Create your own pockets with rules about how this is the space for praise and if you're not up for praising RWBY right now, don't interact with us in this particular space. Don't try to make the entire community — the main tools used to discuss the show online — conform to your preferences. As established, there is no "good" criticism that everyone in the fandom will accept, which just leaves a fandom with no criticism at all. I'm glad to see I'm far from the only one who, when presented with that extreme, is going, "Nope. No thank you."

#rwby #mymetas #suicide tw #rwde

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j-ungkooky · 3 years

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Temptation (Taehyung)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jisoo scoffed and pushed herself off of the reception desk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turned his head with a raised brow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?” Jin asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“The precious intimacy of little things.”

— Daphné du Maurier, I Will Never Be Young Again

“On my windowsill when I got home, there was a tumbler with pink jelly in it, and embedded in the jelly, sliced strawberries and bananas… [my neighbour] cooks at odd hours. She must have made the strawberry jelly this morning. When I buy baklava, which is not often because I eat too many, I leave a few for her on her windowsill, with a headscarf over them so the wasps don’t come. For these little gifts we don’t thank each other with words. They are commas of care.”

— John Berger, From A to X: A Story in Letters

“I suppose I could spend time theorizing how it is that people are not bad to each other, but that’s really not the point. The point is that in almost every instance of our lives, our social lives, we are, if we pay attention, in the midst of an almost constant, if subtle, caretaking. Holding open doors. Offering elbows at crosswalks. Letting someone else go first. Helping with the heavy bags. Reaching what’s too high, or what’s been dropped. Pulling someone back to their feet. Stopping at the car wreck, at the struck dog. The alternating merge, also known as the zipper. This caretaking is our default mode and it’s always a lie that convinces us to act or believe otherwise. Always.”

“One of the woman was gently arranging an older woman’s collar beneath her sweater, freeing it from the cardigan’s neck, using both of her hands to jostle it free but also seeming to spend a little more time than necessary, creasing the fold of the collar, the other hand kind of resting on her shoulder, the two of them chatting the whole time, sitting there holding each other, nodding, my head twisting toward them like a sunflower as I finished the stairs and walked by, so in love was I with this common flourish of love, this everyday human light.”

“but her need to share the photo with me [...] smiling and looking at it, smiling and looking at me looking at it, me smiling and looking at her looking at it, which is simply called sharing what we love, what we find beautiful, which is an ethics.”

— Ross Gay, The Book of Delights

“He’s got a fever. He’s all alone. So I’m gonna buy him something to eat.” “The congee downstairs is quite good.” “He doesn’t want congee.” “What does he want?” “Can’t taste anything so he wants sesame syrup.” [...] “What are you cooking?” “I had a sudden craving for sesame syrup.”

“Why did you call me at the office today?” “I had nothing to do. I wanted to hear your voice.”

— In the Mood for Love, dir. Wong Kar-Wai

— Danusha Laméris, “Small Kindnesses”

“It all matters. That someone turns out the lamp, picks up the windblown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says good night, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely, is the whole thing. What is most beautiful is least acknowledged. What is worth dying for is barely noticed.”

— Laura McBride, We Are Called to Rise

“I’ve never told you this,” she said. “But there’s something about taking the cart back instead of leaving it in the parking lot. I don’t know when this came to me; it was a few years ago. There’s a difference between leaving it where you empty it and taking it back to the front of the store. It’s significant.” “Because somebody has to take them in.” “Yes. And if you know that, and you do it for that one guy, you do something else. You join the world…You move out of your isolation and become universal.”

— Andre Dubus, “Out of the Snow”

“It’s true that, in Vietnamese, we rarely say I love you, and when we do, it is almost always in English. Care and love, for us, are pronounced clearest through service: plucking white hairs, pressing yourself on your son to absorb a plane’s turbulence and, therefore, his fear. Or now—as Lan called to me, “Little Dog, get over here and help me help your mother.” And we knelt on each side of you, rolling out the hardened cords in your upper arms, then down to your wrists, your fingers. For a moment almost too brief to matter, this made sense—that three people on the floor, connected to each other by touch, made something like the word family.”

— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel

— Ada Limón, from “The Great Blue Heron of Dunbar Road”

“I’m doing a balancing act with a stack of fresh fruit in my basket. I love you. I want us both to eat well.”

— Christopher Citro, from “Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled WIth Shrieks”

“One of the primary ways we connect with each other is by eating together. Some of the connection happens simply by being in the same place at the same time and sharing the same food, but we also connect through specific actions, such as serving food to one another or making toasts: ‘May I offer you some potatoes?’ ‘Here’s to your health and happiness.’ Much of our fundamental well-being comes from the basic reassurance that there is a place for us at the table. We belong here. Here we are served and we serve others. Here we give and receive sustenance.”

— Edward Espe Brown, Tomato Blessings and Radish Teaching

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”

“Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong, I know it, if I don’t keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis with the greatest respect.”

“it is a serious thing

just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world.”

— Mary Oliver, Upstream: Selected Essays / from “Invitation”

— Wendy Cope, “The Orange”

“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye, “Gate A4″

“Then there are the things, if you are particularly lucky, that this person has done for you while you’re away: how in the pantry, in the freezer, in the refrigerator will be all the food you like to eat, the scotch you like to drink. There will be the sweater you thought you lost the previous year at the theater, clean and folded and back on its shelf. There will be the shirt with its dangling buttons, but the buttons will be sewn back in place. There will be your mail stacked on one side of his desk; there will be a contract for an advertising campaign you’re going to do in Germany for an Austrian beer, with his notes in the margin to discuss with your lawyer. And there will be no mention of it, and you will know that it was done with genuine pleasure, and you will know that part of the reason—a small part, but a part—you love being in this apartment and in this relationship is because this other person is always making a home for you, and that when you tell him this, he won’t be offended but pleased, and you’ll be glad, because you meant it with gratitude.”

— Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

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