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espercognitive · 2 days
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She was a Seamstress, He was an Actor.
Timothée Chalamet x Fem!reader Pt2
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hello everyone! this is part 2 of this series! I'll probably have part 3 either out tomorrow or Thursday! Also this series may or may not include a full smut? I think I might release a smut-shot before I release a smut for this series, but when I do, please remember that adult content is not intended for minors!
TW: Sexual tension, Kissing, Swearing
Word count: 1.29k
From running back and forth from the costume room to the workshop to grab keys to the top of the theater back to the workshop, you had about 45 minutes left to make sure his outfits worked.
"Ok Timothée we have 45 minutes to get this done, so these pants go with this shirt, and if you can't get anything on, don’t force it on, i don't want anything to break ok?"
"Yea yea thats fine. Uhm so do i just strip here or-?"
"Uh yea let me just turn around. If you need anything, uh just call me over and I'll see if i can help."
You turn around to let him try on the first outfit. After a couple minutes you hear a,
“Uh Y/N I'm finished with this one."
You turn around and see him in a crisp suit. ‘Good on you for picking up those slacks perfectly.’ you think to yourself.
"Awesome! Those work out perfectly. Ok, you don't have to try on the rest then cause those are the backups in case something didn’t fit."
"Ok so i just take them off and give them to you now?"
"Yes and then you can go back and do whatever."
You turn back around to give him more privacy when he begins small talk,
"So do we just have a bunch identical suits or?"
"Oh the suits? No, they're used for the orchestra pit performers when they come in. but we have so many extra after each show, that I just figured I should steal a couple sets to see if they'd work."
"Oh cool. Hey um I might need a little help. The zipper on my slacks is stuck on my underwear."
He said mumbling the last part.
"Really? Um, do you mind if I come take a look?"
"Yea no that's fine, I just don’t wanna break the zipper."
You turn around to see Timothée with his button down open and his zipper stuck on his black boxers. You gulp looking at his helpless face in front of you as you walk over to him. ‘Keep this professional Y/N. He's just your hot coworker’ you thought to yourself. As annoying as he was, you couldn't deny that he was attractive, especially now with that dopey look on his face with his chest open. You began to mess with the zipper, but it seemed like no matter what you did to it, it was stuck to his boxers. The more and more you tried the more and more you were afraid to ask for him to remove his boxers in order to detach them. 
"Uh, it's really stuck. I mean I can try a little more? I'm trying not to touch you."
He looks at you and says, 
"I don’t care if you touch me."
Your face began to heat up as you shot your head down to try and get the zipper. After failing again and again, you looked up and asked 
"Can you take your boxers off?”
He laughs and responds 
"Wow. You must really wanna see me naked. All you would’ve had to do is ask apple."
"Timothée that's not what i meant it just might be easier to-"
He laughs again and says,
“I know apple, I'm just playing. I can take them off and hand them to you ok? I'll face away from the door, and you face towards the door, when I'm done, I'll hand them to you, just grab them without looking over here or else I'll have to charge you for what you see.”
"Ok yea that’ll work."
You turn around as you can hear Timothée shimmy out of his boxers as he takes off his pants. There you feel him tap on your shoulder 
"Here. Um please hurry though, its kinda cold."
"Yea yea hold on."
Finally you were able to slip the fabric from the zipper saving the two of you the weird walk of shame back to the costume shop. 
"Ok Timothée here!"
He grabs his boxers, and gets dressed again. He grabs your shoulder and turns around looking at you and kissing your cheek, he leaves the room. There you sit staring at the collection of couches as your phone rings telling you it's time to go. 
You grab your phone, clothes and of course your apple juice as you stumble back into the costume shop. 
You get into your car, and just sit. 
This was going to be a weird show, but as we all know, Anything goes! 
A long week passes by.
The week had gone by very fast. With so many costumes to finish and baseline done, you finally got to work on Timothée’s sailor uniform, which meant lots and lots of fittings. Grabbing 6 yards of white fabric you began working on his shirt first. It needed to be long enough to go past his hips, and then the sleeves needed to be about an inch smaller than his wrist. You took the pattern, adjusting it to his size and you began cutting and marking each piece which you lazily attached together to begin his fitting. You grabbed your phone and texted him using his contact info left in the costume bible
“Hey Timothée, it’s Y/N, can you come over to the costume shop? I know its late, but I finished your shirt and I need to see how it looks before I surge it. Thank you!” 
After about 30 minutes of silence, you get a text back 
“Yes. ill be over in about 15 minutes.”
You smiled, setting your phone down. His antics had begun to slow down over the past couple of weeks. I guess the trick was him always bringing you apple juice. Or maybe it was the fact that his eyes would linger longer than they used to, or how he’d try and make you laugh all the time. Even how he started showing up on time. You didn’t know what it had been, but instead of being annoyed, you felt excited knowing he was coming. 
When he walked in, he of course had the same bottle of apple juice he always got for you. He walked in with the same goofy smile and he came up with his arms stretched out. But of course, you didn’t get the memo right away just taking the apple juice and smiling, leaving him hanging. He laughs before he asks about the shirt
"So where is this wonderful creation your about to have me put on?"
You laugh as you grabbed the poorly stitched shirt
"Uh this is it."
Timothée laughs as he takes the shirt, but instead of getting changed in a dressing room, he takes off his shirt in front of you and then puts on the white shirt. You stare at him as he dresses himself, watching as he struggles to button the front portion. 
"Can you help me button these?" He laughs.
You put yourself back in reality and walk over beginning to button the shirt for him as he looks down at you. As you finish, you look up and see him looking at you with a soft smile. Staring into his eyes, he grabs your face and gives you a soft kiss. Nothing forceful or sloppy like you had seen him do to other women. It was comforting and warm. He ran his hand through the back of your hair as you two deepened the kiss. You two separate looking at each other again, going quiet for a moment, before he says
"Do you want to go get dinner with me tonight? You can come back to my place after and we can just hangout or?"
You nod wondering what exactly you’ve gotten yourself into.
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mr-ribbit · 1 month
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gonna rant again bc im seeing a lot of trans women on my dash having to carry the heavy lifting to argue for their basic respect and a lot of other queer people who want to ??? get mad about that apparently. for the record as usual: im tme, im not speaking for anyone besides myself and my perspectives, but I am trying to reach out to fellow tme people to level with y'all from inside the house.
i thought we all got past the 'calling people gendered terms when theyve asked you to stop' thing in like. 2012. i swear we were allllll on board with not calling women dude anymore, nerfing sir and ma'am, neutralizing collective terms for groups, and all of that was like, during the onceler era. that's how we got off-putting shit like folx into the mix - remember???? why are we here again.
to those who I've seen claiming that they REALLY genuinely don't want to offend anyone, and that theyre trying to understand the dude thing, and they don't want to be seen as transmisogynistic when they aren't: ok. let's talk about it. step one, stop sending that really loaded anon to a trans woman you don't know, and close that in-group hatepost with 100 replies from people name-dropping trans bloggers they don't like. try to open your mind and assume for the duration of this post that I am not cynically trying manipulate thousands of tumblr users into making Bro the next big swear word, but a fellow queer human being who thinks you're all being pretty intentionally obtuse about an upsetting trend in our community
to be clear: this post is about the issue of trans women being called bro, dude, man, etc., particularly in recent tumblr discourse about transmisogyny, and the backlash they face if they get upset about it. this is also maybe moreso about the shitty ass excuses I see tme people make for why they supposedly can't stop doing this.
so let's go through some of the things I've been seeing people say they don't understand, supposedly in earnest, about this issue
"I DIDNT USE DUDE AS A MASCULINE TERM. I CALL EVERYONE BRO. MAN IS A GENDER NEUTRAL TERM"
I'm not actually going to exhaust my list of reasons why dude/bro/man are not strictly neutral, but you should be pretty aware that all words have context. Dude might be seen as neutral in many contexts, sure, but 'woman who is frequently called a man by others' is a situation where the context adds extra meaning to your words, just like calling someone "sweetie" might be neutral in some cases, but if you've got the context of knowing that's your coworker who's half your age, it's a bit less neutral. If you're not capable of reading that context and being tasteful about when you say dude, then you need to at least be ready to respond gracefully when someone asks you to stop. This is the part I'd rather focus on.
"BUT I DIDNT MEAN IT THAT WAY. IM NOT TRANSPHOBIC"
I think you should consider broadening your perspective *beyond* your intention behind the word. people may already understand that you meant the word neutrally and therefore didn't have transmisogynistic intent, but that's not really the entire scope of what people are saying. if that's your only concern, you're just trying to clear your record, not actually listen to what they're saying.
there are lots of words people don't enjoy being called, and in most cases, when they say 'pls don't call me that', people respect that and move on. even if the word isn't a slur, if it hurts someone's feelings, we all as a society have agreed that it's pretty shitty to keep calling them that. if your friend asked you not to call them 'buddy' anymore because their dead grandparent called them that, or something equivalently personal, you'd probably respect that instead of telling them 'but I call everyone buddy!!' right? even if you didn't really understand why it bothered them so much?
there is a prominent tendency for trans women to be denied this privilege, and when they ask not to be called dude or bro, people don't seem to respect this request as much as they would in other situations. when I accidentally use a gendered word and someone tells me they don't like it, I try to respond with something like "my bad, I didn't mean it as misgendering but I can see you were still bothered by it, so I'll try not to keep saying it. sorry!" and most people are willing to accept that. when trans women ask people this favor, a lot of people get VERY defensive, and treat the request as inane or unfair, instead of just apologizing and moving on. this is why people are upset when this happens, and it's why people are calling your actions transmisogynistic
also like you might not be doing this, but a lot of people DO use dude and bro in an intentionally gendered way to make trans women uncomfortable. it's a power play bigots use to talk down to them or otherwise maliciously harass them. do you know what arguments they use to defend that behavior when called out on it? 'oh I call everyone that' 'dude is gender neutral calm down' 'dont overreact its just a word'. by acting like this, youre all just giving credence to those same arguments.
"WELL THEY SHOULDNT GET SO MAD AT ME WHEN I DIDNT MEAN ANY HARM"
they can get as mad as they want!! also, are you sure they're 'mad'? or are they just expressing their feelings about a negative topic to you, and it makes you feel bad, so you have to make them out to be unreasonably emotional? how do you think they should have phrased 'dont call me that' to better spare *your* feelings?
also like, in most cases, these women do not knowww you. if your main response to someone saying you disrespected them is to say "I didnt mean it that way, I meant it in a friendly neutral way", well that's NOT YOUR FRIEND! she has no idea what your opinions are or what you think of her!!! she has no reason to assume you only upset her in a friendly way and not a bad unfriendly way! but she did get upset, and she did the one thing she can do which is *tell you what upset her* and your response is to say "well actually you shouldn't be upset at all"??????
and another thing:
it's not just the issue of using the word 'dude', it's because you're coming off extremely dismissive of women who have asked you to stop doing something that harms them, and because your argument is basically that they just shouldn't be so bothered by it. or that they're stupid, irrational, or otherwise crazy for telling you that it bothered them at all, just because you Technically used a gender neutral word according to Your Rules. be honest, does that seem fair? If people were calling you something that bothered you enough to ask them to stop, and they responded like this, how would it make you feel?
focusing solely on your intent and what the words mean when you use them is the same thing as saying "just get over it". no woman should need to Prove to you that 'dude' is gendered for you to care about what she's saying. the fact that you're asking people to do that sucks and makes you look bad, which is why people are arguing with you and calling you a misogynist.
especially those of you who are only doing this with trans women who are actively arguing with. you're wielding misgendering as a cudgel and we can all see it, grow up please.
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captainsophiestark · 5 months
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Office Most-Eligible
Daniel Sousa x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Marvel
Day 20 Prompt: "This better be good."
Summary: When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies' breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they'd bargained for.
Word Count: 2,387
Category: Fluff, Humor
Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.
Daniel's POV
I sighed as I shuffled the papers in my hands, mentally running through the million things I had to do today. Peggy, Jack, and I had managed to stop Leviathan from leveling New York City and destroying Howard Stark, but that didn't mean the last six months since then had been any more relaxed. If anything, it had gotten busier than ever before.
There had even been talk of opening another branch of the agency in LA, which was a whole other insane possibility fluttering around in my mind. It was enough to distract me to the point that I didn't notice Thompson, half-hidden by the entryway to the agency, until I ran into him.
"Thompson? What the hell are you-?"
"Sh!"
He raised his finger to his lips and glared at me. I glared back.
"Why are you-"
"Sousa! Shut up and listen," he hissed, jerking his head towards a grate in the wall. I frowned and made a demanding "what?" gesture, but he just nodded towards the grate again. I sighed, so long-suffering it wasn't even funny, but shuffled closer.
"This better be good," I grumbled. Jack just waved his hand at me.
Through the grate, I could hear voices talking and giggling loudly. It sounded like all the ladies who sat outside the entrance to the agency, guarding the door and keeping up the front that this was a phone company, talking together like they were in the break room. I paused, curious enough to entertain Thompson's nonsense for another ten seconds.
"-saying is, there's a definite ranking of all the guys in this office. And yours ain't it."
The girls dissolved into another fit of giggles, and I scowled. I grabbed Thompson's arm and yanked him away from the grate, out of earshot.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, keeping my voice low just in case. "You're eavesdropping on coworkers in their breakroom? Instead of working? You're the Chief!"
"I don't know if you caught it, Sousa, but they're talking about us. Specifically which one of us they'd most want to date. I'd call that research and intelligence work for future opportunities."
Jack gave me a smirk as he drifted back towards the vent. I scowled and followed to drag him away and make him do his damned job, but froze when I heard the ladies welcoming our newest addition to the agency, the second female agent in SSR history. She'd been here a little over five months, had become instant best friends with Peggy Carter, and had me head over heels within a week of knowing her.
And apparently she'd just walked into the breakroom.
Jack gave me a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow, and I glared right back. But I couldn't quite manage to drag myself away either, no matter how much my brain told me I should.
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Y/N's POV
"You came at the perfect time!"
I pulled a snack out of the fridge and looked suspiciously at Mary, one of the switch operators who worked outside the SSR. In the short time I'd been here, I'd gotten to know her and Rose pretty well, since they mostly alternated shifts for our main door guard. Rose and I had quickly bonded over our mutual feminism and desire for independence; Mary and I had bonded through being troublemakers, and I had a feeling I was about to see some more of that.
"Why?" I asked, drifting halfway to the door now that I had secured my snack. Mary smiled.
"We were just talking about the boys in the office. We have a few different opinions about who would make the best boyfriends and husbands, and since you know them all so well... I mean, I can't think of anyone else with a better reason to chime in."
I scoffed. "Nice try Mary, but no way am I engaging in this conversation. See you all later!"
The rest of the women in the room booed playfully, but I didn't turn around as I reached the door. Mary, however, knew me well enough to figure out how to stop me in my tracks.
"Well, I guess that means Jack Thompson is the definitive winner!"
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door in front of me, hand on the half-turned doorknob. I'd come so close to avoiding this nonsense, and it still wasn't too late for me to take the exit. I scowled and scrunched my nose, then turned around to squint at all my coworkers looking back at me.
"Be completely honest, I'll be able to tell if you're lying," I started, still only half-turned away from the door. "How many of you would put Jack Thompson at the top of your 'SSR's Most Eligible Bachelor' list?"
A few hands shot into the air, followed by a few more tentative hands that must've heard the disgust in my tone. All in all, about half the room had their hands up for him. I sighed, long and heavy.
"And the other runners up were...?"
A few people called out names of other men in the office, most of whom were barely better (or definitely worse) than Jack. I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.
"You all have terrible taste in men."
Half the room, Mary included, started laughing, and the other half looked offended. I shook my head and turned to leave again, but Mary stopped me again before I could go.
"Who would you choose then, if not Thompson? You can't criticize our taste without giving us some insight into your process."
Her grin stretched across her entire face as she stared at me, waiting for me to take the bait. Her hand had been the first in the air for Thompson, but I could tell she genuinely wanted to debate me more than she wanted to defend him.
I sighed.
"Fine. But I'm going to make this quick and then I'm gonna go do my job, because I have a ton of stuff to do today," I said, finally stepping away from the door to stand in the middle of the room. Everyone stared at me, leaning forward in their seats a little, Mary most of all. "...I can't believe I'm about to engage in this."
Mary scoffed and I rolled my eyes, but then took a deep breath and dove in. What the hell, right?
"Okay, first of all, let me clarify: I can understand, from a surface level, why you might pick Thompson. He's handsome, and if you didn't spend much time with him, I can see why you'd think he might make a good partner. Honestly, in the five months I've known him, I've even seen a few glimmers of hope that there might be a heart of gold underneath all that arrogance, posturing, and chauvinism. However. In terms of best guy in the office to have as a partner? He does not even come close to touching Daniel Sousa."
A few people raised their eyebrows, half leaning forward and half leaning back and crossing their arms. I ignored them all (especially Mary, who beamed at me), and continued.
"Listen. Sousa is... kind of ridiculously attractive. He's handsome, with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen in your entire life... and he's super strong. I've seen him one-handed lift a bunch of different things the other agents struggled with using their whole bodies. He looks incredible in a sweater vest, to say nothing of suits and non-sweater vest clothes."
I saw considering nods around the room as people took in my words. I paused and took a deep breath, then continued.
"More than all of that, though... Daniel is kind. He's strong in his morals and his character, not just physically. He's got a great sense of humor, and his jokes don't rest on being a mean, close-minded jackass. And, above anything else, he respects me. He respects Peggy. He treats us as equals. I don't know about you guys, but... that means everything to me. And finding a man who's kind, smart, strong, handsome, and will treat me as an equal partner? Come on. Daniel's got it all."
I hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the expressions of everyone else around the room while I was talking, but now I focused back in to see the majority looking thoughtful. I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, and started backing towards the door.
"Uh, anyway... long way of saying I'd put Daniel at the top of my list."
Mary grinned at me as I continued heading for the door, then pushed out of her chair and called out to the whole room.
"Hear that? Sousa's off limits, these two are going to be dating in the next month if we have anything to say about it."
"MARY!"
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Daniel's POV
Jack and I stood in the hallway, stunned into silence as we stared into space. My brain had been telling me to stop listening a while ago, but I'd been shocked enough that my body had refused to listen. Now, my heart was telling me I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.
"You go get him, girl!" Mary's voice continued through the vents. Then, with determination and glee dripping from her words, "I'm staying after Thompson. I'm gonna fix him."
I heard some light-hearted laughter, and then a door shutting. In a few seconds, the girl who'd just poured her heart out to me without realizing it would be coming into the office, a few feet from Jack and I's stupid hiding place.
"You look like you're about to puke," said Jack, a beaming grin on his face. I scowled.
"Why don't you? You just got called a couple pretty bad things."
"What? Like 'attractive'? All I was hearing were positives." He grinned at me, then sobered slightly before slapping me on the shoulder and taking a few steps away. "Don't psych yourself out on this one though, Sousa. She's a catch, and she's clearly in love with you. If you don't take a shot, I might have to."
I scoffed and shook my head. I knew Jack didn't really mean that; it was his own, terrible way of trying to be supportive.
I sighed and tried to brace myself as I walked over to the entrance to the SSR. Thompson was wrong about many, many, many things, but he was right about this: I needed to take my shot.
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Y/N's POV
"Holy- Daniel!" I nearly dropped the snack I'd taken a detour to retrieve as I cleared the SSR doors and came face to face with Daniel, especially since I'd just poured my heart out about him to a bunch of our coworkers. "You scared the hell out of me!"
"Uh... sorry," he said, shifting his weight around a little and running a hand through his hair. He looked almost as comfortable as I felt.
"Is, uh, is everything okay?"
"Yeah. Well, sort of. I just..." He cleared his throat, then jerked his eyes away from the floor and the wall to meet mine. "I need to tell you something, and then I need to ask you something."
"...Okay?"
"First, I... I heard what you said in the breakroom. About me. And about Jack, which was fun too, but... It feels important that you know I heard the stuff you said about me."
My heart stopped in my chest, and I blinked a few times as black spots danced at the very edges of my vision. I was going to kill Mary.
"Uh..."
"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he said, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just... I let Thompson suck me into something I should've known better about. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Daniel," I said, a little breathless as my legs finally started working to move me past him. I could not deal with this a second longer. "Don't worry about it, I'll... I have to go-"
"Wait!" he cried. He put one hand on my arm to stop me, then quickly dropped it when I turned back to look at him. I watched him take a deep breath, my heart hammering a thousand times even though it only took a few seconds, then he continued. "Look, I know I might've lost a few points in your book for the eavesdropping, which is fair, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't head over heels for you too. Have been since the first few days you got to the agency. You're smart and strong and funny and... God, listen to me."
He looked down and shook his head, and I noticed a slight blush rising up his neck and cheeks. Slowly, my heart dropped back to a normal rhythm, and I started to smile.
"Okay, what I'm trying to say is... I feel the same way about you that you do about me," he said, finally looking up at me again. "And if you'd still be interested... I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime."
I beamed at him, unable to stop the smile completely overtaking my face. I looked down, and when I looked up again, Daniel's stare was still on me, a smile hopefully flickering in and out of place.
"Daniel, I'd love that," I finally said.
"You would?"
"Yeah. I really, really like you, eavesdropping and all."
He huffed a laugh, the shaky smile turning into full-on beaming.
"Great! How's tomorrow night sound?"
"Sounds perfect."
"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He started to back away, so both of us could get to the mountain of work we had to tackle at some point today, then stopped. "If that works for you, that is?"
I smiled. "That absolutely works for me."
"Alright, great! I'll see you then. And, uh, around the office, I guess."
"I'll see you around the office."
We shared another set of dorky, ridiculous smiles as we backed away from each other, going to do our separate tasks for at least part of the day. Thank God Thompson wasn't around to see either of us.
At some point, he and the rest of our coworkers would probably catch on to the two of us dating, unless the first date somehow went so horribly there wasn't a second. But I'd meant every word I'd said to the rest of our coworkers about Daniel. And if a little eavesdropping had led to him asking me out, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset about any of it.
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onlyseokmins · 1 year
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A/N: don't even ask me where this came from I was doing dishes and had a THOT when I should be doing other things 😔 anyways tw: for degradation and slapping mostly just in case. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I might elaborate on this in an actual fic so getting this out of my system and archiving for later maybe 😉
Coworker Jeonghan who keeps sending not so subtle glances over at you during a company outing. Your secretary and best friend catches his action and snorts, shaking her head. Meanwhile, the giggling interns and newer employees you oversee all stare at you starstruck, their respectable senior, for also catching the attention of such a handsome man.
"How do you know him?" they flock to you and ask, although they're genuinely curious. "Do you know him or is he your secret admirer?"
"Not so secret now."
You glare at Mina. "We used to date in high school and well into college until he decided to take an offer overseas."
"So you're a couple?"
"We were. Obviously we broke up when LDR inevitably failed."
The promising new hire you've been keeping an eye on sighs wistfully. "Old flames never die, do they?"
"We're just coworkers. Acquaintances even. We both agreed to split on amicable terms."
"You're so cool," they gush enthusiastically, "not to have feelings anymore and be so professional."
"As expected of our leader!"
"The ultimate role model in the office!"
You can't help but thrive off of their praise, clinking your glass of water to their alcoholic ones. You smile brightly with your best work attitude, ignoring the dark look Jeonghan is sending your way.
It doesn't matter because you know he'll meet you in the hotel after at precisely 10 'o clock. He's never late and hates to wait.
That's why you're ready by 9:55, sharp. Blouse unbuttoned and skirt riding past your ass, presenting yourself prettily on the bed. Dripping pussy soaking your tiny lace thong faces the door, the first thing Jeonghan sees when he barges through.
He sighs harshly through his nose, though grunts in approval at seeing you just how he likes. The first thing on the docket once you're within reach is to deliver a harsh slap across your ass. The sting makes you moan yet you're already seeing stars when he tears away the scrap of fabric barely concealing your puffy clit. Again.
"Sucking up all that praise from your juniors. What was it? Being calm and collected? Cool-headed? About me?" He scoffs. "A shame I'm the only one who knows the truth."
"I just bought that pair," you complain and try to conceal your smile when he slaps you again.
"Then don't act up," Jeonghan mutters. He frowns, knowing how much you're actually enjoying this and grips the back of your neck, urging you to rise up on your knees. Back flush against his chest, he whispers in your ear. "And tell me the truth."
"I'm a slut. I love being degraded."
"That's right," he drops you forward again, fingers brushing against your bare cunt. "And whose slut are you?"
"Yours."
"And who do you like being degraded by?"
"You!"
He smirks at your elated gasp, the pretty way your arch your back as when he eases a finger inside your warm pussy.
"And who jumped on me the minute my feet touched down on our home turf? Begged me to come apply to their company so I could fuck them like I never left inside their office? Every. Fucking. Lunch break."
He punctuates those last four winders by stuffing you full of his fingers, pausing so you'll answer him. Pussy already clenching at the memories of bouncing on his dick in your leather office chair during a conference call.
Poor Mina.
"Me!"
"That's right. Desperate whore. No one can satisfy this pathetic pussy better than I can, huh?"
"You're right," you sob out in ecstacy when he begins to slide his fingers back and forth only to leave your hole altogether.
Jeonghan moves from the side of the bed to the other and sits down, loosening his tie. He waits for you to crawl over like you know how to, despite your trembling limbs. Shaking hands already reaching for the zipper on his dress pants but he swats them away.
"Then prove I'm right. How much you want me always," he hisses and presses your mouth against the bulge of his dick hidden in his pants. "Take it out with your mouth, slut. If you're desperate enough, you'll be able to, won't you?"
You're already getting to work, eyes shining and focused on the prize. He sighs in relief when your lips wrap around him, running a hand through his blonde bangs.
"That's my pretty slut."
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Hey, I just wanted to let you know that as a case manager in a local emergency homeless shelter. I work / have worked with several clients who have anger issues.
I saw your post containing the "pencil trick" a while ago, and since then, I don't go to work without a small handful of unsharpened pencils in my pocket. My fiancé and coworkers think I'm crazy, but teaching my clients the "pencil trick" has diffused a few tense moments, even with clients who DON'T tell me they have anger issues. Sometimes they're having a panic/anxiety attack for other reasons, or they're simply (justifiably, given their circumstances) angry about something.
"I really don't mean to interrupt, but it seems like you need a minute. Let me go [make a phone call / talk to my supervisor / make copies or printouts of that paperwork you asked for]." I pull out my handful of pencils, explain that having a physical outlet has always been helpful for me (I'm on the autism spectrum and pencils are great stim toys, too! Having an excuse to keep four of them on-hand is a win!), break one with my thumbs, and then offer them a snack or a glass of water as I give them a few minutes to do what they like with the pencils.
Usually, the person really did just need a snack, a drink, and/or a few minutes alone. Less often, they've left the room while I was gone, which tells me I probably wasn't getting much more progress from that conversation anyway. Sometimes, one or two more pencils have been snapped. One time, ALL of them were snapped, multiple times each (I offered her more pencils and another few minutes alone, but she already felt a lot better lmao).
Anyway, I came across your blog and realized you were the one who taught me that trick. It gets me some funny looks, but when it works it WORKS. Just wanted to say thank you! 😊
Sometimes, you just need to break something, and pencils are both cheap and satisfying. I'm glad my trick is spreading!
A bit of fun backstory on it for anyone who's wondering. I invented it in art class. Another student was getting really agitated that their piece, which they were hoping to enter in the county fair, was not turning out. They'd tried pacing, but were just getting more and more worked up.
Now, at this point, my strategy for myself was "go into the woods and break sticks." This was art class, so there were no sticks. There was, however, an abundance of pencils that had been mistreated by years of middle schoolers.
So, I offered one to them, explained my reasoning, and they pretty much snatched it out of my hand, snapped it clean in half, and then blinked at me. "How are you feeling?" "...much better, actually."
They won second place in their age category. Not strictly related to the above, but I love a happy ending.
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shamebats · 2 months
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Landlords always live on whole different planets than renters but in my home country they take it to the next level, if you lurk in Facebook groups for landlords their biggest issues are "they didn't pay rent and left the place dirty" or "they asked for a contract and want the real amount of rent on it but I want to do tax fraud :(((" but if you talk to renters you get stories like "oh yeah we didn't have warm water the entire time we lived there and the landlord wouldn't replace the boiler so we had to heat water on the stove to take a shower" (actual story of how a former coworker and his gf lived in a house they shared with like 4 other people in uni) or these stories from a website where ppl can share their experiences:
Every month when [the landlady] came to collect the rent, she was more intrusive. She was opening the cupboards, looking at how we tidied up. When she saw some dust, she went to wipe it. Just like that. She mostly stayed for 15 minutes to half an hour. Otherwise, we agreed on an arrival time, but she did not stick to it. She wanted in. She completely changed when she saw that there was dust on the frames of the pictures hanging on the wall. She started yelling and 'scolding' us about why it wasn't cleaned and that we weren't taking good care of the apartment.
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The owner found it acceptable to "come to visit" several times unannounced, without knocking or ringing the bell. The neighbor from the flat below also told me that once he "mistakenly" ended up in their flat. He called himself a janitor and thus "arranged" unnecessary things around the apartment - but, of course, not the things that should be done. The roommates said that he had entered their rooms many times before and, for example, took out the half-empty garbage (we were all very busy separating the waste, but he grabbed the garbage and put it together in one bag), and of course he always moved the thermostat to around 16 degrees [Celsius].
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My boyfriend and I were looking for an apartment last summer. Just because we are two guys, we have received a lot of discrimination and unpleasant personal questions. We were most surprised by one owner who, after learning that we were a same-sex couple, asked us what our sex life was like, because as the owner she does not want orgies to take place in her apartment.
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The owner perceived our part of the apartment as his own, because he used to live there - just because he rents it out to others, he didn't think there was anything wrong with going inside all the time, keeping things stored in the closets in our hallway, washing clothes in our machine, the tub in our garden, ... In the chat that he made on a phone app, and in which all the tenants had to join, for example, when we were not at home, he would send us photos of the lights on in our kitchen, saying , why do we throw electricity away (apparently someone forgot to turn them off). When we were cooking, he poked his head through our door without knocking and gave instructions on how to ventilate for cooking. Eventually, his mother also started entering the apartment unannounced because she was keeping frozen bread in our freezer. Several times his 3-year-old child came into our living room and yelled until both the owner and his mother also came and started yelling at the child and at each other, which sometimes lasted for half an hour.
I really want to make it clear that these are not some rare extreme cases. Slovenian landlords are genuinely some of the most unhinged people and they for some reason continue viewing the place they're renting out as their own. My partner and I had one landlady come in regularly and comment on how "messy" it was and that her daughters (who lived there before us apparently) always kept it spotless and that we had mold in the (basement apartment with no ventilation) because we were "cooking too much" and when the toilet broke she blamed us for "using it wrong" and tried to make us pay for the repair.
Almost everyone has a story at least this bad or worse. It's a completely unregulated market with no oversight and barely any consequences even when landlords break every law in the book. Sometimes they don't allow you to have guests over. They often won't give you a proper contract, meaning that you can't register your address there, because they don't want to pay taxes on the rent. Slovenia has no real estate tax. They pay nothing and usually get away with it. It's a fucking shitshow and I'm so glad I don't live there anymore.
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mejomonster · 1 year
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I want like Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan to be investigating a scene, waiting for Captain Luo and Fei Du to finish questioning a witness before letting them have a turn.
Then Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan hear the witness statement as in the background Fei Du and Luo Wenzhou walk up to the body. Luo Wenzhou has his hand on Fei Du's waist almost steering him around the scene so not to see it, and Shen Wei's super hearing happens to pick up Luo Wenzhou's voice whispering: "there's some blood there, don't look." Then Fei Du shakes his head, seems to hold his breath, and leans down for a quick moment to touch the blood.
Evidence tampering? Some investigation query they have that Shen Wei didn't think of? Then Fei Du is swooning slightly, eyes closed tight to avoid seeing the blood but face tense like something has just come over him. And Zhao Yunlan is just wrapping up the "Thank you for your time, here's my number, please call me if you remember anything else" with the witness, and Luo Wenzhou is pulling Fei Du up to stand and lean against him and supporting him as they walk away, in a practiced way like this has happened before, maybe happened a lot-and Shen Wei wonders exactly what's going on when he notices them begin to whisper off by the corner where the buildings edge is, as if trying to keep it all from Zhao Yunlan and him.
Zhao Yunlan asks him what's wrong.
He listens in, again, knowing they can't guess he's able to. Maybe Captain Luo could, depending on how much he knows about Dragon City's SID, but Shen Wei thinks the man has no clue at all yet Shen Wei could be anything but human. So he tilts his head slightly and gives Zhao Yunlan a look to say he thinks they should wait a moment. And then hears the conversation from afar that no one else was meant to.
"What did you see?" Captain Luo asks, voice rather gentle for a boss talking to a subordinate (didn't he say Fei Du was an intern), but again rather natural, familiar, the kind of easy rhythm indicating he's asked this many times before, that he knows Fei Du responds best to this voice. Is soothed best with that tone and that hand on his forearm stroking a bit fonder than he thinks coworkers usually do (if they're not as close of family as his own SID).
"She asked them why. The victim did. A shadow came at her, but she didn't scream. I think she knew the attacker. She wasn't shocked, she just felt like she'd been betrayed, right before she died."
"A shadow."
"Well now we know why the people from Dragon City came. They think it's one of theirs."
"They only come when they think it's a mutant," Captain Luo replied, nonplussed, evidently having dealt with Zhao Yunlan's SID back when it was his father's department. So Captain Luo knew about Dixing and all of those things, despite commanding in regular jurisdiction.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Fei Du's voice was a bit sharp in responding.
Captain Luo shouldn't have told anyone about Dixing matters, certainly not a civilian, or this intern barely part of his bureau who'd be only passing through from what Shen Wei had heard. But Fei Du was scolding him, body language sharp and aggressive even from the distance, like such classified information was normally provided to him.
Shen Wei had a bad feeling about that, a jolt of premonition traveling down his spine. Some Dixingren could order people around, make them practically into puppets-was it possible Captain Luo had become victim to one such mutant? Could it be-
"I didn't want to worry you," Luo Wenzhou spoke softly, a contrast to the domineering lion of a man they'd been talking to all day.
Why would he worry, unless. Shen Wei shook his head, then stopped himself just in case they looked over. He met Zhao Yunlan's eyes so that if they did suddenly get a peculiar feeling of being watched, they wouldn't notice it was Shen Wei spying. He kept right on listening, wondering why Captain Luo was so in the know about mutants, how many cases might he have worked with Zhao Xinci (since Zhao Yunlan hadn't met him before). Why did he share information no one has the right to, certainly no one outside of SID, with this young man he's stroking the arm of in slow gentle motions.
Shen Wei had a sinking feeling.
As if Fei Du could, in fact, sense someone's attention on them, he didn't respond. He must have given some expression, but Shen Wei was moving closer to Zhao Yunlan now, only seeing him, to confer what he'd found out once the target's conversation ended.
Luo Wenzhou sounded more like the man they'd been dealing with, when he finally spoke again, all business. "We need a list of all the social connections in the victim's life. This was likely done by someone they knew personally. I'll call Lang Qiao, have her pay special attention to new relationships or places the victim may have met someone without others being aware, just in case. If the perpetrator is a mutant like Captain Zhao suspects, they'll probably be new to the city. Still. We should have the team look into old relationships as well."
"In case anyone's missing? Shixiong, I don't think they will be." Fei Du's voice was half some inexplicable warmth that sounded out of place at the scene of this grizzly crime, half snappy practical addition to Captain Luo's own trail of reasoning. "They were a shadow. No one would recognize them in a lineup even if we brought them in, no camera would have their ordinary face. If they want to get caught then sure, they'll be on the run. But if this was planned and they aren't complete idiots, they'll still be in the city acting as shocked as anyone else about this death."
Luo Wenzhou hummed in consideration, then Shen Wei heard him pull out a phone and the quiet distant tapping of him typing on the screen.
A silence came over the crime scene, just the sound of the loud wind billowing between the skyscrapers remaining and swallowing up the remaining sounds of texting, of Fei Du catching his breath and recovering from the effect of the blood, and Zhao Yunlan beside him becoming the only thing left for Shen Wei to focus on.
Shen Wei moved closer. "Their intern knows about mutants."
Zhao Yunlan hummed in consideration too, like Luo Wenzhou had moments before, and Shen Wei almost laughed at this shared habit of Captains considering their partner's contributions.
"Their intern seemed to see something, when he touched the blood."
Zhao Yunlan gave a look, about to ask what evidence he'd missed when he'd checked it out earlier-then he froze, realization dawning at how intense Shen Wei's gaze bore into him.
"He said the victim saw a shadow and asked why, felt betrayed, before she died."
Zhao Yunlan didn't bother with silly questions like 'how could he know that,' instead the wheels were already spinning way past that thought and onto the next several. "Don't mention anything, we'll see if they reveal it themselves and how honest they are about what lead them to draw the conclusion of believing that happened. For now, lets assume it's another theory of what might have, not fact, let them investigate it themselves until they share it with us. We'll look at the other angles in the meantime. But-"
"But it looks like we came here for one case, and found another?" Shen Wei supplied, almost looking helpless for a moment, body stiff. His thoughts also already jumping past the speed of light forward with more concerns and worries.
"I'll look them up when we get back to the hotel," Zhao Yunlan said very quietly, just in case someone else around could hear as well as Shen Wei. Now that they knew their murderer might not be the only potential mutant in town. "But Luo Wenzhou is from a local family. I've seen his dad at the odd social event growing up, I'd guess he's human, he looks decently like the parents I remember, and you don't get to be Captain of a City Bureau without people digging up dirt on you. He wouldn't be able to hide being some runaway suddenly taken in, and his family's been here generations. The kid though?" Zhao Yunlan glanced over, Shen Wei following with him, at Fei Du who was now standing a more professional distance from Luo Wenzhou and looking through notes.
Shen Wei thought the name Fei Du sounded just slightly familiar. He didn't think he'd heard of it in Dixing though. Maybe the young man had been born here, from runaway parents.
"Why does that name, Fei, sound so fucking familiar?" Zhao Yunlan muttered to himself.
Later on the car ride back to their hotel room, with Shen Wei driving (to do something with his hands and tense energy), Zhao Yunlan looked up Fei Du's name. Reading aloud from his phone, voice half incredulous to the point of finding it funny, half deadened with the weight that this was not exactly going to be optimal news: "Fei Du, president of Fei enterprises, son of Fei Chengyu. There's a bunch of companies that work with him. What the fuck is he doing playing baby detective like he's Xiao Guo? This guy could eat us for breakfast."
Shen Wei tilted his head a little at that image, imagining a person he knows who actually could and then promptly suffocating the thought. "Very peculiar choice," he agreed.
"Fei Chengyu. That's the name I remember. I think my dad had some trouble with him," Zhao Yunlan was scrolling through web pages now, putting his internet searching skills to excellent use, Shen Wei would never manage such a feat of finding the old and the new with that uncompromising device and the misleading links to useless deadends littered everywhere like minefields. "And from the looks of it, a lot of people did. Even a post here I just found, some jackass joked Fei Du tried to kill his dad three years ago, that's why the fucker's in a coma, this says."
The car jerked momentarily, then sped up again as normal. Zhao Yunlan stole a quick glance over at his beloved, reaching out one hand to hold over Shen Wei's and squeeze in reassurance. It managed to ground him, the lines of Shen Wei's hard expression gradually softening.
"Now we aren't here to find out if that particularly juicy bit is true-though it'd be wild if local Bureau Captain is harboring a murderer, that'd be-" Zhao Yunlan amended the dark joke he was about to make, because this being ridiculous would be much prefered to the very real possibility of that statement possibly being true. A cold weight sunk in his gut. "Anyway, my dad clashed with Fei Chengyu years back. I do think I remember something of the man knowing about mutants, maybe profiting off illegal immigrants or something, you know how rich people are..." Zhao Yunlan vaguely wondered if maybe Shen Wei didnt, and tried to remain hard-headedly naive about it the same way he did with technology, to make his experience as a person in this human realm as pleasant as possible. Given how shitty some aspects of humanity can be. "I think the issue was deeper than that though. Less usual. My father never said much, and I wasn't around him much to find out more." He scrolled on his phone a bit more, getting lost a while in whatever he was reading or thinking or putting together in his mind. Finally, when they were pulling into the hotel parking lot, Zhao Yunlan spoke again. "You know, Fei Du's mom hardly has any records before university. And only superficial ones, until she's married to Fei Chengyu. Even those are all only press releases, she didn't go out much, not any paparazzi trail of her. She passed away several years ago."
His voice was relaxed and casual, as if none of this was unsettling, and meaning all of it was. A rumor about Fei Du putting his father out of commission, and a mother who died before that...
"In my professional opinion, if there was a Dixingren among them, I'd bet money on the mother. A rich man like Fei Chengyu could easily forge her an identity after taking her in, ensure his child has all the necessary background to not cause trouble for him, if someone dug up thing on the Fei family later."
"So the child is probably a mutant," Shen Wei confirmed quietly.
Zhao Yunlan laughed, the sound breathless and bitter, never a good sign. "I'm more concerned with the trail of death around him. If he wasn't causing any trouble, we could afford to look the other way on this." His eyes met Shen Wei's, and both of their shoulders seemed heavier with the added weight of this development. "Well, we should go in."
Shen Wei got out of the car and went over to open the passenger door for Zhao Yunlan, heart a feather of a touch lighter at least with the returning smile for the gesture. Then he grabbed their bags from the back, Zhao Yunlan insisting on trying to carry just a bit more than Shen Wei in some macho display of chivalry despite being a great deal weaker and them both knowing it, despite Shen Wei utterly refusing to relinquish the bag he'd already picked up so Zhao Yunlan couldn't have the satisfaction of carrying everything like a donkey teetering under unadvisable amounts of weight.
Zhao Yunlan didn't realize he should be lucky, limited enough from carrying too much baggage that he could still walk with a semblance of swagger to the counter and ask for a room with one big bed. Giving a smile so broad it could light up the whole world-and make the counter lady blush-when he turned back at Shen Wei with the room key twirling in one of his hands.
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lurkingteapot · 9 months
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Tokyo in April is … 4月の東京は… Ep 4
two days late because my piracy skills failed me, but
THIS FUCKING SHOW
it's so good and hurts me in so many targeted ways! I have a feeling that this episode, while not light, was the quiet before the storm. Can't wait.
rambling + a little bit of on screen text translation under the cut
I think I said this last week, but the way Ren asks for sex when he needs reassurance … ugh
GOD the eye covering scene, Kazuma is so gone on Ren and Ren is so ???? about it. (absolutely something that I bet translated from the corresponding manga panels absolutely beautifully)
the way Ren is mouthing words and not speaking-- urgh my FEELINGS
the socks look hand knitted, uuuurgh
oh no oh no
… that's right, you SAID don't get into each other's business, so whyyyy are you snooping? (I know, I know, plot reasons)
oh god he wanted to study medicine? or thought Ren did?
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This says "University of Medicine" and then (in English) France and a couple of other country names. He really did try to figure out where Ren could've gone ;-;
man I love that we're finally getting Ren's side of the story.
oh NO they're both self-sacrificing idiots, oh no, oh NO.
this is why I keep yelling at folks to TALK to each other.
oh no, did Ren have to call the ambulance to that hotel? oh YIKES he would've been in so much trouble, poor baby
oh no
oh kiddo, oh KID. You didn't make him to do anything against his will, FUCK.
this is worse than I thought, he got kicked out?? oh god the poor kid
I'm one continuous mumbled "fuuuuuuuuuuuck" here
He really carried that all these years, huh.
Oh god Kazuma is so HAPPY when Ren doesn't push him away
I'd say I hope it all gets better from here on out, but I don't trust this yet
Ren being a Euro/US movie fan sort of tracks
the ice cream feeding was SO cute
Kazuma is so happy ;_; this super isn't gonna last, huh
oh god, THEY
that fucking Sanada AGAIN this is gonna go badly, I just know it
ooof the Furuya-thing is getting worse and worse -- sixteen cases, holy shit
they are so domestic and I love it but it HURTS
… YIKES the Sanada thing is building up to getting worse and worse, I'm willing to bet he assaulted or prepositioned coworker Usami and then got them into trouble/threatened them so they resigned. God, I hate this.
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sevenrenny · 2 months
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One of my coworkers called me on the weekend. I never get calls from this particular coworker, so at first, I was like, 'WTF?"
Answered it and she was calling to tell me her daughter brought home a kitten the other day and my coworker nervously agreed to keep it. They've never had pets before nor had they had time to prepare or research so they're going in blind.
She named the kitten "Fursan" (A knight/horseman. This coworker is obsessed with horses. Has a horse figure on her desk so not much of a surprise there).
And during the call, Fursan was, in my coworker's words, "Rocketing all over the place like a madman. Is this normal?"
I kinda had a clue what she meant, but just in case, I asked, "Does he look happy?"
She was like, "Half the time, yeah. The other half, he's trying to pick fights with slippers."
I had to explain to this woman what 'zoomies' were. I'm not a fan of phone calls, but I didn't mind this one lol
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hotforharrison · 17 days
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Void, we meet again.
It's her birthday tomorrow, and he's going out early to get her a surprise cookie cake from the mall that she casually remarked looked good a while back when they were there.
He didn't do anything special for me on my birthday.
My birthday is New Year's Eve, and we shared every New Year's kiss that he wasn't deployed overseas from 2007 to 2022. He somehow didn't notice that and promised it to her without asking me first, even though it was my birthday, just casually told me that was the case the day before.
I shouldn't have made a fuss about it, but I did, and it turned into my own personal hell that lasted almost a week before I was ultimately forced to apologize to her for my wrongdoing.
(Although she left a hateful and bitchy comment on one of my Facebook posts a few weeks ago, instead of just scrolling on by something she didn't agree with, like a mature adult, which she doesn't have to apologize for. I find that rather ironic -- like how all of her behavior is excused. Next time she is loud enough while they have sex that I can hear her through two closed doors and a pair of headphones, when she has a whole goddamn house of her own all to herself where they can easily go and be as loud as their hearts desire, I am going to blast Taylor Swift as loud as I fucking can. She hates Taylor Swift. But she can just "shake it off.")
Anyway, after my birthday, I set peace and acceptance as goals for 2024, in addition to being present and not having my face buried in my phone. I've been doing a pretty good job of all of those things. (Other than the Taylor Swift thing. I have calmly voiced on multiple occasions that I feel disrespected and suggested the solution of loud sex at her house. Yet it keeps happening.)
For her birthday, she gets a surprise cookie cake and a dinner with her friends, coworkers, and him and whatever else he has planned tomorrow and Thursday that they're spending together as well.
I got crying and yelling and residual bitterness that I've been trying to shake for over two months now.
I pointed out earlier today that he doesn't think of me the way he used to, the way he thinks of her now.
He rather quickly had to grab his phone from the nightstand to say good morning to her when he woke up while I was there in bed with him, and he always tells her good night every single night with a phone call.
I stayed at my parents' house for over two weeks to visit family and go to my high school reunion last fall. He never said good morning or good night to me, not once. I was lucky to get a reply on Discord when I sent him messages. I could count the times we talked on the phone during that two week trip on a single hand.
At least he didn't try to deny it when I pointed it out, and he said he'd try to do better.
I told him I didn't want it if it was forced.
He says he wants to have the both of us, but I find myself questioning what that would mean for me.
When I've brought up dating again, he's always asked if that was me ending things between us.
I told him that it's not, and I mean that sincerely, but feeling like an afterthought --or, really, not even a thought at all-- breaks my heart a little more every single day.
He's on vacation this week from work, and we went on a lunch date today. I dressed up and felt pretty. He noticed and told me I looked nice.
The date went better than the last ones have. He didn't get upset with me, not even a little bit. I was honestly surprised, with how things have been lately.
The restaurant we originally intended to go to was closed due to a lease violation according to a letter on the door, but there were other options in the same parking lot.
We had a really terrible waiter at the one we chose, but the food was good, and the conversation was nice.
What's happened since then was that he went over to spend time with her before their weekly online Dungeons & Dragons session.
After that ended, he immediately headed back over there to see her again and told me he wouldn't be long. It's been over an hour and a half now.
This is a pretty regular occurrence, and I shouldn't be surprised.
I slept for all of 90 minutes last night, less time than he's been there now, and I was hoping to maybe spend some time with him before bed. Not sure if that's going to happen.
He's very much an introvert so he needs to have alone time for his mental health. I would never deny him that. It's important to take care of yourself.
And she's an extrovert, which is additionally taxing for him a lot of the time.
It feels like it's usually alone time, or her time, and I just get whatever scraps are left.
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gi-nathlam-hi · 1 year
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“completely had to rework my entire understanding/headcannons around their relationship and i don't mind” okay I’m so curious - what was your understanding/headcanons about Elrond and Galadriel’s relationship before TROP?
Oh! Thank you for the ask omg. I'm so sorry it took me this long to get back to you because this is such a fun question!
TLDR: I headcannoned them as being basically coworkers who mutually respect that the other person is really wise and levelheaded and knows what they're doing, and have a LOT of issues with each other but they've called a mutual truce for Cel and the kids' benefits. And when things are calm/good they're generally fond of each other and amicable. But I just never imagined them being close or familial the way they are in the show at all.
LONG ASS post under the cut because I can't be normal about trying to explain my own thoughts on things and I ended up clipping parts of my fanfics to hopefully illustrate what I mean lol. **Includes references to kidnap fam, fair warning. So if that's not your thing just be warned that this is VAGUELY pro kidnap-fam (but not like...out and loud kidnap fam apologist material at all. They're just mentioned a lot as a motive for why I see Elrond and Gal's relationship the way that I do).
I just never got the impression that they were ever close in the way that Rings of Power portrays them. I think my thoughts are more easily summed up with some of these snippets:
Elrond never knew quite how to feel when Lady Galadriel visited Imladris. The fact that he was a Fëanorian fosterling and didn’t seem to openly hate either Maedhros or Maglor had always been a point of tension between the two of them-- begrudgingly softened at first by his service to Gil-Galad in Lindon (she had regarded him with marked suspicion then), softened further by long years of strictly political interactions which gradually morphed into a form of friendship, and then at last that friendship had turned familial when he had married Celebrían. But familial relationships could often be far more fraught with unbearable awkwardness than friendships, and so it had, in some ways, been a step backward for the two of them.
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A hand closed around that notion the way an eagle might snatch a mouse. Elrond sucked in a breath and shut his mind before the inquiry could actually grasp hold. They had reached the council chamber. Lady Galadriel was already there in her white gown standing at the overlook, staring up at the rising moon and pointedly ignoring him as if she had not just reached for his thoughts the way a small child might reach for an especially enticing piece of candy.  Elrond paid her a respectful bow. “My apologies for rushing out so abruptly and for keeping you waiting, my lady.” He stuck with Sindarin, no matter how many times Galadriel always tried to coax him into Quenya. He had a lingering Fëanorian lisp that he had absorbed from his fathers as a child and had never quite been able to rid himself of, much to the amusement of his wife and the chagrin of her parents. She turned to look at him with a nod. The corners of her mouth curled up. “The child?” The question was in Quenya, naturally. He never would understand why, if she disliked his accent so much, she insisted on trying to get him to speak it. 
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So, basically things aren't necessarily tense between them but they aren't great, either. But they for sure have never disliked each other in my head. There is just a whole lot of baggage. Galadriel still considers him part of her family and loves him and likes to tease him in her own way! Case in point:
Thranduil had hardly spared him a glance through most of breakfast, but now Elrond felt him studying him, squinting. He caught the king’s eye and frowned. “What?” “Are you aware that your ears are bruising? Rather impressive bite mark, I must say.” Elrond flushed red. “I hadn’t noticed.” Thranduil hummed into his teacup. “Blush as prettily as you like. It doesn’t help them blend in any better. You may wish to consider wearing your hair a bit...differently. Though I suppose your wife rather likes the look of her handiwork. No--” he put a hand on Elrond’s arm. “Do not rush out, mellon nín. T’would draw far too much attention. Celebrían!”  Celebrían looked up from mid conversation with her mother. Elrond shielded his very pink face in one hand.  “You must be more careful with your poor husband. Peredhel skin bruises more easily, I think.”  Elrond could just fade from shame. He felt sure Galadriel was hiding a choked laugh in her cup. Celebrían shot Thranduil a knife-sharp glare. Thranduil reclined in his chair with a smug smirk and gave one of Elrond’s uniquely-shaped ears a fond tug.  “Oh, stop turning so pink, Peredhel,” Galadriel said. She nudged Celebrían in the shoulder. “You have always liked his ears.”  Celebrían let out a cry of pure outrage. “ Amya! Please!”  “It was all she could talk about during your betrothal.” When Lindir came running up to the dais with some announcement, Elrond had never been more glad to see him.
But there is still some underlying tension and I kind of have it in my head that they have a sort of...agree to disagree dynamic when it comes to Maedhros and Maglor, which leads to a LOT of simmering conflict that can bubble up in times of stress. I do like the whole concept of kidnap fam but my feelings on them are really complex...and that's a post for another day. But basically long story short: I think Elrond does consider Mae and Mags to be his dads (more than Earendil. I know that's uh...a VERY contentious headcannon but I stick by it). Galadriel understandably hates this and in my head it's just this GIANT source of conflict for them.
And I think rather than me muddling through trying to explain how I carry this headcannon out when writing their relationship it's better again if I just show you lol:
A commotion buzzed through the corridor outside and Galadriel stormed into the room the very next second, eyes gleaming with fury. Elrond shot to his feet and stepped between her and the lump on the bed. “Stand aside,” she said coldly.  “I will not,” Elrond replied, trying to sound much more calm than he felt, drawing himself up to full height. “I apologize, mother-of-my-beloved, but if you would do him harm, you must strike me first.”  War waged in her green eyes.  Elrond held his breath, and then quietly pleaded: “Please, my lady. He is your kin.”  “That mattered little to him or his Oath,” she snarled back. “Or have you forgotten, Eärendilion? Is your memory so short?”   The patronym made him flinch. Still, he would not move. “I have forgotten nothing.” “It would not be kinslaying,” she said, stepping to the left. Elrond matched her, still barring her way. She glared at him. “It would be justice.” Despite himself, he felt tears brimming in his eyes. “Look at him!” he hissed. “Look at him and tell me justice has not been paid a thousand times over!”  Her gaze passed over Elrond’s head to Maglor, to where he lay broken, bloodied, and very small on the bed, gripped in a sleep that bordered perilously on death. Her expression did not soften. She made another step for him and Elrond barred her way yet again, bowing his head. “I will not fight you,” he murmured. Truly, in his state he could not. “But neither will I let you take his life. We stopped killing our kin a long time ago, please do not start again. Not here. Not in my house. Not now. Please-- look to the future as you have always done. Stop this madness. Let it end.” He could feel her glaring down with him with eyes that burned. The air lay thick between them. Every muscle in his body was tense, ready to throw himself over Maglor if need be-- but Galadriel didn’t move. It felt like hours passed.  Galadriel lifted her sword and he half-sprung into action, but she simply slammed it back into its sheath. “You are beloved-of-my-daughter, and I have grown very fond of you. But should evil befall your city, my daughter, or my grandchildren on account of the Fëanorian it will be on your head, and your fate will be the same as his.”
So before TROP, this is kind of what their relationship at its core boils down to. They have a LOT of issues with each other that they have learned to set aside/work past due to a) being coworkers for the greater good of middle earth (bearers of the Three) b) Celebrian's benefit c) Arwen, Elladan, and Elrohir's benefit Like, they're fond of each other now. They know each other really well now. But I just never had it in my head that they were at all super chill with each other during the Second Age. It's really funny actually?? TROP's dynamic between Galadriel and Elrond looks a LOT more like how I imagined Gil-Galad and Elrond's relationship before seeing the show! And vice-versa. Just take show!Gil and Elrond's dynamic and apply it to Elrond and Galadriel and that's pretty much how I viewed their dynamic during the Second Age (and during times when they're uh...fighting....for some reason in the Third Age re: the above snippets lol).
That isn't to say that Galadriel necessarily disliked/hated Elrond in my head. She just didn't trust him due to his connection with and unwillingness to let go of Maedhros and Maglor.
If her daughter must be wed, it would be to no one less than the Peredhel. Galadriel had originally envisioned Gil-Galad (queen of the Noldor was Celebrían’s birthright, if Galadriel had anything to say of it—she was just as Noldorin as she was Sindarin, and the granddaughter of Arafinwë and great granddaughter of Finwë, no less), but Gil-Galad was not available. The Peredhel was descended from Melian the Maia and Galadhon on his mother’s side, and could have had the crown himself if he so wished—being descended from Ñolofinwë several generations back. Beyond that he was clever, a strategist, a politician, and in possession of his own realm. He would be able to give Celebrían the standard of living she was accustomed to. The life she deserved. He was pleasant to look at, too (on some days he gave Galadriel goosebumps, for how in the right light beneath certain trees it seemed Lúthien— perhaps even Melian herself—was incarnated before her eyes).  And he was kind and gentle, which never hurt. It was almost a waste: he hadn’t a shred of ambition for all his cunning and claim. Then again, neither did Celebrían. Perhaps that was for the best. Ambition had thus far been rather ruinous for the Noldor. It seemed the younger generations had managed to learn from their predecessors’ mistakes. 
so....yeah...
I do really LOVE what they've done with them in the show though!! So I've sort of adopted it as a secondary viewpoint because I'm so fond of it. So many of the show's interpretations of characters (especially GIL-GALAD) are WILDLY different to how I view them that I kind of have a seperate box in my head now of Rings of Power 'verse as opposed to my usual "canon" 'verse that I tend to keep consistent throughout my work.
Whew! That was a WAY longer answer than I'm sure you wanted lol. Don't ask me questions like this. I can go for hours and hours about my own thoughts on things lol.
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same anon
about jin yes i do agree that it somehow gets pushed at back how he's such a big support to BTS as a elder member. We call hobi as sunshine but it's also jin who keeps the environment of the grp Pretty much positive with his own positivity and confidence. I remember jimin saying he kinda learned how to be happy in moments from jin. even tho he's elder than the ml he still indulges himself in whatever things they're doing he doesn't let anyone feel that age gap or that hyung dongsaeng.
Now some might think I'm being bias here or anti or whatever but i personally belive that tae and jk are more emotionally dependent on jimin than they're on eachother. I always got those vibes from them that yes they're partners in crime but they're also not someone who will talk more emotional stuff with eachother that often.
Jimin did spend more time with hobi nd yg because their schedules were colliding but he still did hungout with them till last of them enlsiting. I remember yg and jm going out at restaurant some 2-3 days before yg's enlistment and jm had dinner with yg on his birthday or a day before his birthday too so i think they do hungout alot more than we knows and whenever they talk about eachother it's always "i just met or had drink with yg/jm yesterday" or "i had a call with yg/jm" so yeah. Same for hobi they were hanging out till hoba enlisted.
again about jikook i stole my words that just because these two doens't post does not mean they don't hangout together. Jm said his best place for vacation is his sofa (he said it multiple times during face) whereas jungkook is also not much found of going to different places like the only time he was seen at places was with tae nd his friends but on the other hand it's just him going out to eat food be it alone or his 97 liners so both jm and jk atm doesn't fancy places where they can play or anything. They would have hungout at eachother's homes simply and we wouldn't know. Both of them don't share pictures so we can't know anything unless they tell us. Like remember jk's b'day last yr jm was there with hobi at jk's home which we wouldn't have known for sure if it wasn't for jin. That time when vmin were going to his place and jm was adamant on asking tae to turn off the lives so it's hard to tell with these two Cause they simply don't share much. Look at jk the only times he mentions hangouts is with his 97 but hardly ever with BTS members we wouldn't know unless the other members tell they met jk and in jikook's case both of them simply doens't tell much.
It's funny to me when people goes "jikook are not even friends, they're coworkers and this solo era taught us" like babe jikook are the only two members who are together the most since their debut and not even military could keep them apart. these people just never understood jikook's friendship and they'll never ever if not after 10+ yrs.
In general, I agree with you.
Jungkook's undoubtedly more emotionally dependent on Jimin, and, until recently, Jimin was the glue that kept Vminkook together. Now Jungkook and V are much closer, but Jimin and V's friendship is still special. Jimin definitely chose to hang out a lot with Yoongi, even when their schedules weren't so aligned, and they're very close, but I think part of that perceived closeness is due to them talking about hanging out a lot. Jimin was always closer to Hobi than Suga, and he's also very close to RM, but we heard of him and Suga the most. I don't think that's necessarily indicative of anything.
Jikook are always the same. They can be very loud and talk about the other a lot, but, in general, they are very private. Theirs is the number one most overlooked and downplayed relationship in BTS imo. Since Taekook, Vmin and Yoonmin are so popular, even outside of shipping, I think Jikook are underrated. Fans also seem to value Namkook and Yoonkook more than Jikook, because they love the idea of Jungkook having had a "crush" on RM, and because Suga is so soft on JK and they love the baby brother/older brother angle. If Army stopped looking at BTS with so much bias - there are all these clichés fans take as the truth and it's like some Army think BTS live in fics - they'd see Jikook are incredibly close and there's no one in the group they cherish more than each other. Jimin in particular has been so loud about that - "I'd take Jungkook to a desert island", "The best part of waking up is seeing Jungkook", etc. etc.
Anyway, thanks for the ask!
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Thoughts of mag 48:
Lonely-related statements always goes hard on me, i can totally related to this experience of being crowned with people and no-one is even a face you can connect with it, they don't care about you; these last years I managed to agree with certain experiences in the past that now i totally understand as depression and loneliness, now on this relisting it makes more sense to me why this specifics episodes hits so personal
Is still interesting how even if the statement giver has a connection with the entity they're having the misfortune to cross paths, it will and can be ending hurt them: the guy who ended being eaten by the sky itself and a person who ended lonely that they were already. Sometimes resonating with an idea is never good and this kind of cases shows it
Ethan looks like a great guy, sadly being proud of this solitary wolf is one of the reasons he never did success on probably, get away of this apprehensive loneliness.
Being a native spanish-spaker makes this episode more strange bc the majority of the time im like "but Italian isn't that difficult???" Them i remember that i have some facility thanks to the branch of latin and goes like o h (and no, i don't speak italian, but i can read it)
More of the Italy experience: i needed to Google the places this storyline were talking about bc i have so normalized that this kind of series put fake locations, Italy is a fantasy i swear !!
Hi Gerry, hopes you enjoying this trip :") I TOTALLY FORGOTTEN THAT OUR EMO BOY APPEARS SO OFTEN IN OTHERS STORIES LOLOL
"As I left, I heard him call after me, telling me to remember my mother, to keep her face in my mind. I didn’t reply." Now khowing the background of Gerry relationship between his mother i don't know if i can call this wise or sad ;;;;
Genoa looks like a great place to be :) my paranoia from earthquakes and fear of the ocean can't probably let me stay there, but guide me through Google images it looks like an interesting tourist place yoooo
Supplemental !!! The main reason why on my first listing my friend stop me to skip the whole statement just to get this part :3c
"Michael’s visit last week has been playing on my mind." *Remembers that this encounter was originally orchestrated by the babygirl aka Elias, cry*
Jon being right about something it the worse ways !!! Like we khow the whole Elias-funny planning, but my boy, i don't think your boss asking you to stop stalking your coworkers is something strange.
Genoa looks great yess
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The interview
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Part II
Even Todoroki notices that there's something wrong with him; he asks him if he can help him, but Izuku assures him he's alright.
"You know I'm here for you, right?"
Izuku looks back at him, smiles and squeezes his hand to show him he understands.
"Thank you, you're a very good friend, Todoroki."
The pro hero with mismatched hair blushes and nods at him before he continues walking alongside Izuku.
Even though the whole thing with Katsuki happened, he reminds himself that he still has friends...
Speaking of friends, he needs to talk with Uraraka soon.
***
Eijiro looks at his friend with concern; he's not sure what's going on between him and Midoriya, but it's obviously affecting him because Bakugo is head over heels for the other pro hero.
He can see the tension on his shoulders as they walk around the streets. Although Bakugo tries to patrol like it's any other day... It's obvious he can't quite focus at the moment.
Yesterday, he called Eijiro in panic because Midoriya said he was too tired to watch movies, which would be a perfectly normal response coming from anyone, but according to Bakugo that's not the case when it comes to Midoriya.
He had to practically beg his friend to wait to the next day and not to rush to Midoriya's apartment in the middle of the night to make sure he was completely fine.
Eijiro also had to stop Bakugo from storming into Aizawa's office and demand him to put him back with Midoriya. He knows it's not because Bakugo doesn't like him, they're really good friends, but actually because Bakugo can't seem to stand being apart from Midoriya for too long.
He's very much in love.
Eijiro is happy for him, even though Bakugo hasn't actually told Midoriya about his feelings; he was certain they would end up together eventually...
But now... Now he's not so sure.
"Something is going on," Bakugo mumbles, deliberately ignoring the woman trying to get an autograph from him. "My Izuku is not like this."
Usually Eijiro would tease him for saying that Midoriya is his, but the genuine worry on the blond's features makes him stop.
"Maybe he needs some space? It happens to everyone... One day you just want to be–"
"Yeah, but not from me!" Bakugo narrows his eyes. "I'm different, our relationship is different."
Perhaps Ashido is right after all, his friend really needs to get his ego checked.
"You should talk to him then."
Bakugo nods and Eijiro is glad to confirm that his friend has actually matured, at least a little.
"I'll do that right after I tell Aizawa to put us back together! Who does he think he is?"
"He's basically our boss, Bakubro..."
"I don't care!"
Eijiro sighs, knowing that something's going to happen and not necessarily something good...
***
Feeling more tired than usual, Izuku walks back in to the office, followed by Todoroki.
"Do you want me to take you back to your place, Midoriya?"
Looking up at his friend, Izuku smiles at him, glad to have someone like him in his life.
"Actually, I'm going to pay a visit to Uraraka, but thanks anyway, Todoroki. You know–"
Suddenly, Katsuki walks in and takes him by the arm without even saying anything.
"Ka–Uh... What are you doing?"
"Aizawa told me that he'll pair us together again if we both go to his office and request it personally," the pro hero mumbles, looking quite desperate. "So that's exactly what we're going to do before we go to my apartment and–"
"Actually..." Izuku stops and moves his hand away before Katsuki reaches Aizawa's door. "I think we should stay like this... At least for a while."
"HAH?"
Around them, everything goes uncomfortably quiet; Kirishima is pushing Todoroki out of the room and both Katsuki and Izuku find themselves alone in the break room.
"Why? You think I can't keep up with you, nerd?" Katsuki is getting irritated and the green haired hero already regrets saying that; he doesn't have enough energy to argue with his fri... coworker.
"That's not it! It's just... We spend a lot of time together. Don't you want to be with your friends? Besides, we should learn to work with everyone in this agency!" Honestly, Izuku just wants to see Uraraka and tell her everything... He wants to watch movies and forget about the pain in his chest.
"You haven't called me 'Kacchan' since yesterday," Katsuki observes, looking terrifyingly calm. "Why? What did I do?"
Blushing, Izuku shakes his head.
"Nothing..."
"Don't lie to me, Izuku!" There's not just irritation what Izuku sees in Katsuki's eyes, there's also pain. "Tell me so I can fix it! You have to tell me so I can apologize and everything goes back to normal!"
Sighing, Izuku looks up at him, knowing that he'll have to talk about it because Katsuki will never let it go otherwise.
"You don't really want that. Listen, you don't have to pretend to be my friend for my sake... I'm an adult now, I'm not fragile. The apology was more than enough, you don't have to humor me and spend with me all the time just because I want to."
"Hah? What kind of nonsense are you talking about?"
"I watched the interview!" Izuku blurts out, hurt.
"FUCK!"
"Hey, it's okay... I know you don't actually consider me your friend and it's fine... You don't have to pretend anymore, I'm not mad."
He's hurt, not mad, but Katsuki can't know that.
"That's why you've been acting weird all day?" Katsuki mumbles, before running his own fingers through his hair, desperate. "Listen, I didn't mean that! I was panicking and said a stupid thing... Please, Izuku..."
"Don't lie!" This time, he actually feels the irritation spreading through his chest. "Stop pitying me!"
"WHAT? ARE YOU STUPID?"
Instead of getting angrier like the other pro hero, Izuku takes a deep breath, feeling emotionally exhausted suddenly.
"Maybe I am," he mumbles. "Listen, I don't want to fight, okay? I just want to go. Goodnight."
"Shit! No, Izuku... I–I'm sorry! Just let me explain!"
"Goodbye," he mumbles before rushing out of the break room, ignoring Katsuki's voice behind him, calling out his name.
***
"Listen..." Uraraka whispers softly as she runs her fingers through Izuku's green curls while the pro hero keeps eating ice cream. "I'm always on your side, but maybe you should have let Bakugo speak."
"I couldn't–"
"I know, I know..." She cuts him off, moving closer to him on the couch. "But try to hear him out the next time he tries to talk, okay?"
"I don't want him to lie to me..."
"I watched the interview too, Deku-kun. And although I agree he shouldn't have said that, he actually seemed like he was panicking."
"He never panics during an interview! He gets angry and starts cursing but he never–"
"Bakugo froze as soon as he saw the photos," Uraraka says. "Honestly... How can you believe he doesn't care about you after seeing those? In all of them he was looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world to him! I think he just wasn't ready to admit that in front of the cameras..."
Izuku shakes his head. He doesn't want hope, not anymore, because he knows he'll feel even worse when he realizes Uraraka is wrong.
"I don't think those pictures are completely real..."
"Honestly, Izuku–"
"Please, let's not talk about it anymore... Not today."
"Fine, let's watch a movie then."
***
"He's pulling away from me, I can feel it," Bakugo's voice breaks as he paces around Ashido's living room.
Everyone is dead silent, even Kaminari, because none of them have ever seen Bakugo so hurt before. He's clearly suffering.
"You should talk to him," Kirishima insists yet again, prompting the blond to stop to glare at him.
"I'VE TRIED! HE DOESN'T BELIEVE ME!"
"That's because he knows you, he must feel you're hiding something from him," Ashido cuts in. "That's why you should tell him the truth."
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" Realizing he's yelling again, Bakugo tries to calm himself down. "If I do that I'd scare him away and I'd lose him completely... I don't... I don't think I'd–I know it's pathetic but I want him in my life, okay? It doesn't matter if he just sees me as a friend... I just want everything to go back to what it used to be."
"I don't think that's possible anymore," Kaminari finally blurts out, this time earning a glare from Kirishima because Bakugo grimaces in pain at his words.
"What he means is that things are inevitably going to change after this, but that doesn't mean that they'll change in a bad way... You've been together your whole lives–"
"Not thanks to me," Bakugo cuts him off, looking like he's in pain. "I was always pushing him away. We... I think we finally patched things up because the nerd never gave up on me. I... I never wanted him to go, you know? I was a jerk because I was insecure and I knew he wasn't actually going to leave me."
He stops suddenly, holding back tears, his eyes are impossibly red.
"But now it's different... Now Izuku is pulling away from me and I can almost feel him slipping through my fingers and I don't know how to stop it! I don't want to lose him!"
"Then do exactly what he'd do for you," Ashido says then. "Fight for him! Tell him the truth! Be brave!"
"You know what? I think you're right, Pinky."
***
He shouldn't have stayed with Uraraka, now he's running late for work and he still has to get to his apartment so he can take a shower–
Izuku freezes when he sees Katsuki sitting outside his apartment. He still looks hurt, but he can't understand why, Katsuki should be happy... He's free now.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm waiting for you."
"Why?"
Katsuki chuckles, but his eyes are still dark with pain.
"I want to explain to you what happened, why I said that."
Izuku shakes his head; every time Katsuki lies to him it hurts and he's too tired to hear anything else.
"You don't–"
"The truth," Katsuki cuts him off. "I promise I'll tell you only the truth."
Red eyes meet his, determined and sincere, eyes that prompt Izuku to nod and sit next to him on the ground.
"I'm listening," he says in a whisper, wondering if the truth will hurt him even more.
"Just promise me you won't run away from me if you don't feel the same."
"What? I..." Izuku stops as soon as he notices Katsuki's expression; he's vulnerable and almost defeated, like he's prepared to fail.
He doesn't like to see him like that.
"A-Alright," he stammers, feeling nervous. "I promise."
The pro hero nods before looking away from Izuku. He takes a deep breath as he runs his fingers through his own hair.
"I panicked because I didn't want them to know I'm in love with you; I've been for a while, years actually... But I've also accepted that you'll never love me back, not like that at least and I promised myself I'd never tell you."
Izuku's cheeks are bright red, but he still hasn't processed all the information completely; he can't even speak.
"When they showed me the photos and I saw how obvious it was, that I've been staring at you like that every time you're not looking... I realized that more than one person knew about me, about what you make me feel... I just didn't know what to do. I imagined you watching the interview and deciding to put distance between us and I couldn't handle the idea of not being with you so I said something hurtful to hide the truth. I'm sorry, Izuku. I didn't mean to hurt you. You're my friend, you're more than that and nothing will change that, at least not to me... So please, don't pull away from me..."
His voice breaks on the last words, he's trying very hard not to cry, but it's almost like those feelings are stronger than him.
"I have... romantic feelings for you too," Izuku blurts out, getting a little bit startled when Katsuki turns his head quickly to look back at him. "I thought you'd never feel the same, but I was okay with being your friend... However, when I heard you saying that we weren't even friends... It broke my heart."
After putting his arms around Izuku's waist, Katsuki pulls him closer to his chest.
"I've been an idiot..."
"We're both idiots, Kacchan," Izuku chuckles, earning a smile from the other pro hero.
Katsuki closes his eyes, still grinning from ear to ear.
"I missed that ridiculous nickname," he confesses before his eyes blink back open again. "Izuku... Would you go out with me?"
Trying not to sob, the green haired man nods, not trusting his own voice at the moment.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Yes," he barely has the chance to respond when he feels Katsuki's lips over his. Izuku is shaking, but he kisses him with the same desperate feeling until they're both gasping for air.
When Katsuki leans closer for more, Izuku stops him, trying not to laugh when the blond pouts.
"Let's get inside the apartment first..."
"That's an amazing idea."
"We can't, not now!" Izuku says, flustered, when he notices Katsuki smirk. "We're both running late! Aizawa–"
"He can wait."
"No, he can't!" He says, although he still gives Katsuki another kiss before heading to the bathroom.
"You're sure you don't need any help, nerd? I can wash your... back, you won't regret it."
"Kacchan!" Izuku scolds him from the other side of the door. "Well... Maybe tonight..."
"Great, after I take you out to dinner!"
Izuku smiles, suddenly thinking that he's kinda grateful for that interview after all.
***
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Random Things Overheard On Site
Ah, my coworkers. The weird, wacky, wonderful folks who keep the wheels turning. They're a real cast of oddballs, but no one normal ever works at the Foundation, excluding Doctor Glass, of course. Dude's totally got his head on straight, and welded in place. The rest of us... yeah, we're all nuts. Even Site Command has a few loose screws, in Jack Bright's case it's every last blessed one of them. Hold on to your hope, abandon sanity all those who enter here.
On 049:
"Sure, he can kill you with a touch, but at least he'll apologize as it happens, and unlike some people, his hands are clean."
On 076-2:
"Wow. Uh... where were you keeping that axe, buddy?" A pause. "Huh. After training, mind checking over a few weapon designs? I'm doing a new character in D&D."
On the Foundation, to the new hires:
"No, you don't have to be crazy to work here. Clef and Bright will train you in that."
At target practice:
"Come on, ladies! I've seen senior citizens shoot better their first time playing Call of Duty. Eyes on the target, fingers on the trigger. Let's try this once more, with accuracy."
On 053, playing with 682:
"Aw... it's actually really cute how 682 lets her draw flowers all over him."
"Yeah. Remember the 'ballet lessons' last week? Who knew they even made tutus in his size?"
"Not me. Uh, any chance of photos?"
"Sorry, Benji... kinda dropped my camera in the scaly jerk's acid bath."
On 073:
"He's smart, funny, sweet, a total Arabic fox... why not ask him out, Sarah?"
"One. He's an anomaly, and off the approved list. Two, even if I were allowed to date him, isn't he gay?"
"Oh. Yeah. Got a brother?"
On Doctor Gears:
"Can't stop, gotta get the coffee to the Doc."
"He's out? Shit. Caffeine emergency, out of the way people! Do not block the intern, he has Gears' coffee."
On some anomalous weaponry Agent Strelnikof found:
"It took the door out. And the door behind it. And the door behind that door. And half the target range. I think the Insurgency would sooner meet 682 than face one of these guns. And I think both Doctor Clef and I are in love. With the gun."
During a Keter Breach:
"Do you HAVE to follow the anomaly while blasting 'Gangster's Paradise' by Coolio?"
"You'd prefer 'How I Can Just Kill a Man' by Rage Against the Machine?"
"I'd prefer it if you just did your job, Doctor Bright!"
On 079:
"Not sure who's more annoying... the Old Man AI or the homicidal bitch in 'System Shock'"
"Shodan doesn't have 079's sense of humor."
"And neither of them trump the Red Queen in the Andersonverse 'Resident Evil' movies in terms of creepiness."
"Kid AIs are the worst. And she is a creepy little psycho."
During training with 076-2:
"You threw a sword at my head, Abel!"
"But... did you die?"
And... finally, some Multiverse hijinks. A bit of background here: one of the reality warpers pulled a villain, well HE said he was a villain, from a place called Central City in the other universe. He has some ice powers, but... it wasn't Mr. Snart. Nope, we got an incompetent wannabe cryomancer with a stupid name. And... Iris being Iris, she told him off.
"Chillblaine? You call yourself... Chillblaine? Do you even know what a chillblain is? It's a flu symptom. What are ya gonna do, asshole, sneeze on us? Worse, it sounds like a rich spoiled white uni bro trying to get his jerkwad buddy to calm the fuck down. 'Chill, Blaine. She ain't worth it, bro.' Fuck off until you come up with something we can take seriously." Dude looks like he's gonna cry. I look over, and the rest of the team, even Big Brother, are trying not to laugh at this loser. I have no idea who the hell this Flash dude is, but he's got one pathetic nemesis here. Fifty bucks says he couldn't even steal a wallet.
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serpentandthreads · 1 year
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Can I just talk about how stressful it is to work in an environment that is both understaffed and has too many people who don't pull their own weight?
Imagine you have coworkers who work shifts you don't, and their job description outlines exactly what they're expected to do. Imagine you're the person who keeps things running smoothly because you know that without proper organization, things will not flow. Yet these coworkers want to half-ass everything they do, because they work a night shift and therefore don't have any supervisors watching them. Their lack of care and attention causes things to become chaos, and before you know it you're the one that has to go in and fix things. Why? Because you're the one who made the system in the first place, and despite making that system as simple as possible people wanna act stupid.
Listen, I get why people do the bare minimum at their jobs. I know that at many places people end up with supervisors that treat them like garbage. I know many places dont pay enough for employees to care. That's not the case at my workplace. Our supervisor has given these people have been given multiple chances. We have printed picture instructions with descriptions on how to do things for them and pinned them on the wall. The supervisor has asked them multiple times what is wrong, is it something related to the workplace. Time off given to them has been incredibly flexible, and the supervisor has not openly expressed her anger when these people call out multiple times a week.
They can't be fired yet, though, because we haven't been able to hire enough people. Despite the state of the country currently, with how many people are losing their jobs, we still haven't gotten enough applicants that meet expectations.
It's exhausting. Makes me feel constantly irritated and a little impulsive. The hotel I work at pays its employees significantly more than any other hotel in the the area, and the neighboring areas. My supervisor has been incredibly flexible and understanding. People wanna take that shit for granted tho.
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