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beforeimdeceased · 6 months
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✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆。˚ bbf dealer!ellie
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a/n: there’s three different versions of this and i fought with myself about posting one so here you go! credit to @seattlesellie who i believe brought bbf!ellie to tumblr!
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‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Vacationing before the stress of your college classes fully consumed you sounded good at first. Then your older brother decided he wanted to come, and bring his best friend. Ellie Williams, who according to you, is the most annoying person on Earth. She never failed to eat up all your snacks, purposely hide around the house with your brother to jumpscare you, and steal your things to make you chase her around the house to get them back.
This has gone on for what feels like forever. Since the very day they’d met 10 years ago, and they’ve been a menacing duo ever since. And to top it off, she was his supplier. That meant she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. That also meant that while you were enjoying the shade and splayed out on the chaise, she was purposely canon balling in order to splash you. You pull your sunglasses off to shoot her a glare. “Ellie, don’t make me drown you.”
“Threats like that’ll get the cops called on you.” She retorts, arms crossed on the edge of the pool. Her swim trunks puffed in the water as her eyes gleam in the sun. The water was dripping down her freckled face and you’d never admit it but she looked so fucking pretty.
“Where’s my brother?” You change the subject, eyes wandering around the pool. It seemed to just be you and an elderly couple. One playing sudoku while the other flips through a newspaper. Ellie pushes herself up out of the pool, bikini top displaying a playful array of space themed patterns. Something she’d paired with plain black swim trunks. She sits on the chaise next to you, arms on her knees. “He went to go smoke.”
“Are you guys going to be high the entire week?” You ask. “You both ate all of my snacks yesterday when you got the munchies.” Ellie is rarely ever sweet to you, especially not when your brother around, so this is the rare occasion she says something that doesn’t make you want to roll your eyes to the far side of your head.
“Yeah, sorry about that. We’ll buy you some more…” You look at her, raising an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “What? I can’t be nice?”
“You can, it’s just that you rarely ever choose to be. Not to me atleast.” You turn your head when you hear your phone chime with a notification and don’t notice her face fall.
It’s your brother informing you, and telling you to inform Ellie, that he will not be returning because he’d met up with some friends he hadn’t seen in a while. You shoot Ellie an apologetic look, but she reassures you that she’s his best friend and none of the people he’s met up with can compare. It makes you laugh as you begin packing up your things and walking back to the vacation house.
You’d thought that Ellie would stay but she goes with you. The short walk is silent. You pretend not to see her eyes wander, and she pretends not to see yours do the same. Your hands brushing up against each other but never intertwining.
You both can’t contain it anymore when you reach the house. She nearly pushes you down trying to get you inside, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You grab at her hips wanting her closer, and it causes her to moan into your mouth. Her knee pushing between your legs and brushing up against your cunt.
“We’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” You breathe after breaking away from the kiss. She looks at you, soft green eyes piercing into yours. Triangling your face in a dazed and hungry stare. “I know. Fuck—” You cut her off with another kiss and almost go weak with the way her hands trail down your body. Fingers pulling at the fabric of your swimsuit. They rub at your clothed cunt while her mouth finds it way to your neck, trailing kisses and leaving rough hickies. She felt depraved, but she’d grown to need you. To need to hear you cry out her name.
The moment is sweet. Your heavy breathing and her soft whispers of “You like that?” and “Want me to touch you here? Use your words baby.” You can feel yourself growing close, legs barely keeping you upright when the sound of a key in the door stops you both in your tracks. It’s too late to run and hide, you hear a murmur of voices as it pushes you both. One of them distinctly being your brother’s.
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mysteryshoptls · 2 months
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Happy Winter Holiday Gift Calendar 2023
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These are all the messages that you get from the boys when you log in during the Winter Holiday Campaign from 09 Dec 2023 to 31 Dec 2023! For those that want to read them again, you can find them in the Album, under GIFT CALENDAR 2023.
"How will you be spending the day?"
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HEARTSLABYUL
Riddle
I think I will go to the library today. There were someone's scribbles all over the book I borrowed yesterday, you see. It disrupts my focus, so I plan to find a replacement book. Seriously... It's a terrible crime to deface a book like this.
Ace
Today? Well, it's snowing outside, and I got no club practice, so maybe I'll check out on my streaming service a movie or show that catches my eye. I can stay warm and cozy in my room, all while munching on some snacks. Don'tcha think we deserve lazy days like this sometimes?
Deuce
I'm going to try to finish the assignments I got today, before the day ends. That's what an honor student should do, right? But... The first question is already a tough prac app question...? Right! Just gotta hunker down and get down to it!
Cater
Maybe I'll surf Magicam for some 'cammable spots that're only available in the winter. Stuff like diamond dust, or hotels made from ice... Knowin' they're only limited to the season really gets me psyched up!
Trey
It's pretty cold every day now, so I think I'll stock up on lemonade-ginger syrup. It'll warm you right up if you drink some. What, according to the Queen of Hearts' Laws, we can't have lemonade after 8 o'clock? Well, this has ginger in it, so it's a completely different drink, isn't it?
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SAVANACLAW
Leona
No plans worth mentioning. What, not what you were expecting? Well, too bad. The campus is completely covered in snow, so the best thing for me to do is just to get back to my dorm room and relax while solving some chess problems.
Jack
The track team has practice today. But since it's supposed to snow in the afternoon, it may just end up being indoor training. It takes a while or the body to get limber in the winter. That means we need to extra thorough in our warming up exercises.
Ruggie
Obviously, I'm gonna be workin'! Today, I'm at a cake shop, and tomorrow I'm waitin' tables at a restaurant... The holidays are coming up, so 'tis the season for a ton of high-payin' temp jobs to fill my pockets, too! Shishishi!
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OCTAVINELLE
Azul
As always, I will be awaiting everyone's visit to the Mostro Lounge. On a cold day such as this, we usually receive orders for dishes that are more common in the winter season. I'm sure today will be a rather busy day.
Jade
I thought perhaps I would make a herbarium. The atmosphere this time of year tends to be dry, so it is the perfect opportunity. How would you like to join me? No need to worry, I will show you how everything is done.
Floyd
Yesterday I saw someone wearing these boots lined with fur, and it looked kinda fascinating, so I thought I'd try to find some in town. I wonder if it's hard to walk in? If I find a good pair, I think I'll buy 'em and try 'em out.
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SCARABIA
Kalim
Today, we have travelling salesmen from the Scalding Sands coming. I'm planning on buying a ton of stuff for the holidays! It's so exciting to think about what kind of treasure I might find! You should bring some friends over and check it out, too.
Jamil
There's no club activities today, so I plan to look into a few things. My family will be going on a trip over the holidays, you see. Tourist attractions, climate, local cuisine, souvenirs... Never a bad idea to gather too much information, don't you think?
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POMEFIORE
Vil
I intend on picking up the spring coat I had on order. I'll also look for accessories that go with it while I'm out. Hm? It's too early to think about spring attire? If I wait to prepare everything for after it starts to get warmer, then I'll completely miss out on the season.
Epel
Snow's piling up again today, so I'm plannin' on clearing the magical shift field with the rest of my clubmates. Didn't bother me none, but the other guys were all dog-tired... Pathetic, ain't they?
Rook
I plan to check on the houseplants we are cultivating in the Science Club. Fufu, I wonder what sort of expressions they'll have today? I do hope there'll be some changes from yesterday that I'll get to enjoy.
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IGNIHYDE
Idia
Obvi, just been hyperfixating on my online games, like always... Rather, why would you think I'd go out in cold weather like this in the first place? I recently overhauled the internet speed in the dorm, so it's crazy fast now lol. Gonna actually pull an all-nighter, it's been a while!
Ortho
It'll probably be a game day with my roommates, since the new game that I ordered online arrived. Physical games might take up more space, but I just can't help but want to actually collect my favorite games, y'know?
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DIASOMNIA
Malleus
It's chilly today. The best thing to possibly do on days like this is to warm my room and enjoy some frozen treats. Perhaps I'll invite Lilia and the others later. Fufu... I suppose it's not a bad thing to be the one making preparations for them once in a while.
Silver
I will be practicing my swordsmanship with Father after this. I thought I would finish up my assignments beforehand, but... Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep and my notepad was completely blank. What should I do...?
Sebek
I plan to read the book I ordered from the Mystery Shop the other day. It's a book that I've been eagerly awaiting. Grandfather was the one to recommend it to me, so I must read it over and over again and tell him my thoughts on it!
Lilia
We have band practice today. However... When it gets cold like this, my fingers get numb and hard to move. Hm? Naah, I already have the songs memorized. It's really only about staying in rhythm with the other members!
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OTHERS
Grim
Brrr, it's cold~! Hey, henchie! Today we're gonna stay cozy under that "KOTATSU" thingie. We'll have some snacks and play some games together... Myaha! Today's totally gonna be a blast!
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Requested by Anonymous.
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OK so I was listening to TV girls album who really cares while drawing our favorite black punk and that made me think when the song heaven is a bedroom came on I just immediately thought of them so could you please write a song fic
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A/N: Thanks for the request! I’ve never written a songfic before, so I enjoyed getting to stretch my writing muscles with this one. Also, the lyrics are not in chronological order, I just added them according to how they fit the fic, lol
I have no idea what time period Hobie’s universe is set in, but for the sake of this fic and all future ones I’ll say it’s the 80s. Also, this takes place early on in his time as Spider-Punk, so he might be OOC.
Hope you enjoy!
Word Count: about 2k
Warnings: No y/n for this one, implied sexual content but nothing explicit, Hobie smokes some weed but reader doesn't
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I confess to thinking sex was my salvation
When really they just start with the letter 'S'
You'll forgive me for thinking heaven was her bedroom
It's as close as I would ever get
Hobie Brown didn’t think he was going to heaven. He didn’t believe in it anyway; he always thought the bible was just a distraction, a cudgel for the upper class to keep people praying for more instead of fighting for more.
But if there was ever a place that felt like heaven, it was here, in your bedroom.
He took a deep breath and blew it out, the smell of the weed he brought mingling with the high-class perfume you wore. Beside him, you stirred from your half-asleep state and lazily dragged a hand down his bare chest. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes – fake ones, probably the best your parents’ money could buy – and parted kiss-swollen lips to speak:
“Are you gonna leave soon?” Your voice quivered with something Hobie couldn’t quite recognize, or maybe he just didn’t want to recognize it. You asked him this question every time he came over, when all was said and done and the two of you had worn each other out. Sometimes he answered, sometimes he didn’t but regardless the answer was always no.
“Why don’t you just kip down for the night, yeah?” His voice was hazy with smoke, but the words rang loud and clear in your head. You didn’t respond, only fluttering your eyes closed.
Hobie would be gone by the time you woke up. He always was. It wasn’t because he hated you – it was the exact opposite. London wasn’t exactly known for being quiet these days, not when there were so many supervillains out and about. A good few of them had declared themselves as Hobie’s archnemeses, or Spider-Punk’s archnemeses really.
Hobie was never one to follow the rules, especially not those of the Spider-Society’s, but this was something different. If people found you and found out that you knew – and laid with – the man behind the resistance…
Hobie doesn’t think he would ever forgive himself if you got hurt.
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And I remember how the pillows felt like clouds
Or was it the other way around
And how your neighbor came in to yell at you
When the party got too loud
He remembered the day he first met you like it was yesterday.
He heard a rumor that your dad was working for the Kingpin. That night when he first met you, your parents was supposed to have been gone on a “business trip.” Hobie had assumed the house would be empty, which would leave him free to look for any evidence of connection between your dad and the supervillain.
Imagine his surprise then, when he got there and found it overflowing with people.
“Looks like someone’s havin’ a bit of a knees-up, eh?” He muttered to himself as he landed on the rooftop. He peered through one of the skylights and squinted through the flashing lights to see the party. Inside the house were dozens of teenagers and young adults, bumping and grinding to what could only be described as the unholy child of capitalism and pop music. He recognized a good few of the people there too – all children of politicians and businesspeople, or others involved in upholding the regime.
This didn’t interest Hobie at all. He liked a good party as much as the next person, but this was just getting in the way of him investigating. He was ready to just leave, come back another time – but then came an angry knock at the front door, barely loud enough to pierce through the blaring music.
You came down the stairs with an expression on your face and dressed like every fashion model he had ever met. Hobie knew it was your party because you happened to look a lot like your father. When you got to the door and opened it, you were met with a red-faced older woman, almost assuredly about to launch into a tirade about your party.
With you distracted, he crawled down the side of the house and slid into the first unlocked window he could find. It was your bedroom.
Admittedly, it did look quite nice. It wasn’t just useless décor overflowing with ostentatiousness, there was actually taste here (he couldn’t say the same about the rest of the house though). He let out a low whistle as he looked around. He plopped down onto your bed, sinking into the plush pillows and almost let out a moan at how good they felt. It was like laying on a cloud.
He didn’t get too much time to enjoy it though. You came back to your bedroom just a moment later.
At first you just stared at him. Then, tensely you said, “You must be the Spider-man.”
“Oy, it’s Spider-Punk!” He rebutted indignantly.
You just sniffed at that. “If you’re looking for dad, he’s not here.” You sat at your vanity, sliding off your heels as you spoke. “He’s off in Dubai with his new ‘work friend.’”
“Awfully calm right now, considering me. Your old man would have a right fit wouldn’t he?”
You scoffed bitterly, “He wouldn’t care. He never does.”
“’Bout me being here or ‘bout you?” You only lifted an eyebrow in response.
“I know you’re not here for nothing. What do you want?”
“Little birdie told me your Da’s been getting up to some shady business. Any chance you know somethin’ ‘bout that?”
“He never tells me anything. But��” You paused to light up a cigarette, “I know his office is downstairs in the library. He’s got it hidden behind a bookcase or something.”
“Right then. S’pose I should get going.” But he didn’t. Instead, he hesitated right at the door.
Hobie didn’t know why he paused at the doorway. He had already got what he wanted. Something about the weariness on your face, the melancholy, just made him think. He could have just chalked it up to the typical rich kid boredom, but he had reason to think there was more to it.
And when I snuck into your living room
And I wished that you would follow
At first you didn't but then you did
And it was already tomorrow
Hobie had left as soon as he had found the files on your dad’s computer; something about a deal going down that would provide the regime with newer tougher weapons. But then the next morning he went back to your house. It was stupid, he knew.
Last night you were feeling generous and there was no reason you would be that morning. But he snuck into your living room anyway in the hopes of… He didn’t actually know yet.
For a moment he just stood there on the plush white carpet. Hobie toed the edge with a spiked boot, turning over what he was going to say when you got there.
“You’re still here?” came a groggy voice. He whipped around to face the voice – his spider-sense hadn’t gone off at all – to find you at the top of the stairs, disheveled and wiping crust from your eyes.
“…Figured I should give you a heads up.”
“Heads-up? About what?”
“Your old man’s got a big deal going down. Some new weapons he’s handing over to the Kingpin.” And to the regime, but it’s not like you would care about the resistance’s plight, would you?
“Oh… I guess your friends would be in trouble then. The resistance or whatever you call it.” He stood corrected. “But what am I supposed to? He wouldn’t listen to me if I told him to stop.”
“He might not. But that doesn’t mean there’s no way for you to help.”
“You mean… You want me to spy?”
“More like be my mate on the inside, yeah?”
“...That’s all?”
“That’s all. Think about it.” Hobie turned to leave, perching on the window sill.
“Wait!” He looked back at you, an apprehensive look on your face “Do you mean mate as in… friends?”
Hobie only nodded in response.
This was the first of many meetings between the two of you.
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New York City's cold and when you love someone you should hold on to them so tightly
Till you crush them
Or they wriggle from your grasp
You don't just stand there and say nothing
But at least I learned my lesson
When Hobie had finally smoked the last of the blunt, and you had gotten up to take a shower, he found himself posed with a question. Should he stay this time or leave like he always does.
He takes one of his bracelets and spins around in his fingers as he ponders, turning it this way and that as he ponders. As he did, you came out the shower wrapped in a light pink bathrobe – he remembered telling you that it looked good on you – and sat next to him quietly.
“I’m leaving for New York soon.” You said suddenly, your voice like a bucket of ice water dumped over his head.
“What? When?” Hobie didn’t try to hide his shock; there had been no indication that things between you two would change, this weird relationship you had.
“A week, I think. Kingpin hasn’t been too happy with my dad lately. Dad’s moving us there to try and fix things with him.”
“But why bring you with him? Can’t you just stay here?”
“You know why I can’t do that, Hobie.”
He slid a hand down his face. What was he meant to do now? This relationship between you two… You weren’t lovers, but you weren’t friends either, and you certainly weren’t friends with benefits. What the two of you had was unique. Hobie had never felt the way he felt about you with anyone else.
“…Are you going to stay?”
Silence.
“Are you going to stay? Just this once Hobie?”
He said nothing. He should have said something.
You got up silently and disappeared into the hallway.
“…I’ll meet you there. I swear I will,” Hobie said, a quiet declaration to himself.
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If I ever make it to New York
Like I said that I would
Would it do me any good?
Three years. It took three years for Hobie Brown to make good on his promise. Three years of thinking, of fighting, of wondering of the point of him even coming to see you.
He had left you a pager that last night before you left for New York, something to at least let you know he was still alive. He had sent a message every week religiously, like he was going to Mass. You never responded, but the messages always went through.
He had thought early on that seeing you again would never happen – that it wasn’t meant to happen. There had been so many reasons for him to not make good on it: he had people back home relying on him, that whole thing with the Spider-Society, and of course there was the possibility that you just wouldn’t want to see him again.
Peter B had convinced him otherwise. Handed him a bouquet and a ticket and said, “You know what to do, Hobie.”
So, he went. Now here he stood, right before the house you had told him you would be living in before you left. He felt like a kid again, like he had asked you on his first date or something. Maybe he might get to do just that. Take you out on a real date, instead of slinking around with you.
With a deep breath, he raised a hand and knocked – once, twice, thrice.
You opened it.
Hobie spoke. “You, er, wanna try this again? Actual date this time?”
You took the flowers from his hand, inhaled their scent deeply, then looked up at him through thick lashes.
“I’d love to.”
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A/N: Really enjoyed writing this one, hope y'all enjoyed it too! Thanks again for the request ❤ I have another one comping up soon, hopefully I'll have that posted tomorrow
I'm thinking about starting up a taglist, let me know what you guys think about it
Bye ~ ❤
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sgiandubh · 6 months
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Why is it that it *urks* me S so easily plays the narrative with these porn loving young girls?! All he works for and accomplishes, he disrespects himself allowing his reputation to be linked to those kind of very young women. How can it be okay for him to let people believe he is a *man whore* (as the group of so called haters say)? It's not like they could still play the narrative with a beautiful woman that does not post her body parts all over social media!! I just feel like everytime they link him with one of those women, I lose a little more respect for him. For me, it also takes away from the love I've always seen between him and C. Ugh! I feel crazy for it bothering me! Am I the only one?!
Dear Bothered Anon,
I am sorry for the substantial delay. Flu happened still, and I wanted to have a clearer and rested mind in order to properly answer your question.
I shall again be brutally honest and say I really don't care at this point what brought you here: sincerity or elicitation of shippers' reactions on this very meh week-end. It doesn't really matter, either: but since Mordor is regularly accusing us of spoliation of evidence, I thought your submission deserved a careful answer. I know that annoys the shit out of them, too - not gonna lie, I am always pleased to oblige.
For our readers that have a normal life and were not here for Marple's midnight stalking session, here goes a summing-up of the facts (I hope you don't mind):
A video snippet of what is probably a more extended FaceTime conversation between S and Amanda Tutschek ( https://paintedpeachla.com/), a topless artist and painting tutor (100 USD/hour/class) from Vancouver, BC (but currently active in Venice Beach, Ca.) surfaced on Marple's account, supposedly dropped in her DMs by a good Samaritan. It is a nine second snippet ("... yeah...I was gonna put this one up here... but so funny... I was literally doing this yesterday and I was thinking about you...") with the comment: "Pimping out @samheughan's walls in Ireland (IE flag emoji)". It stayed on Tutschek's Instagram account for about four hours and then was promptly erased.
You start by telling me "S is playing the narrative with" the #silly calendar girls crowd. Is he, in this instance and if so, how can you (or anybody) be so sure?
Two scenarios are at play here:
First scenario: S/his people leaked this on purpose. Therefore, S is a troll.
Second scenario: Tutschek posted it as an Instastory on purpose. Therefore, S is a victim.
If S is trolling the fandom and I believe he is (only not now and not like this), why would he leak this on purpose? To emphatically let us know they're 'obviously not together'? To stir the pot between Queen *urv and Marple? To consolidate his man whore image, just when he was taking part in a critically important event in New York? I can understand the Lord of the Rings rigmarole (grinned for days), but assuming he is behind this strange snippet would be stretching the fabric of facts a bit too much, to my taste.
Also, despite *urv's delirious opinion ("he had a bedroom voice"), I think he just sounded tired and vaguely friendly: yes, I do think it's his voice. Not earlier than Friday evening, I received a video call on Fb from M, a (Taurus, hehe) former high school mate and one of my best friends. She always makes a point of telling me stuff like "I was buying grapes at the farmer's market and thought about you, how you absolutely hate them, so I called"/"I am at the Opera with Professor So-and-So, I told him about my brilliant friend in Athens, wanna say hi ?" That doesn't mean M wants me, the woman is happily married with two teenage boys. But she is a kind soul, with a superb understanding about what a friend really means (including being candidly obnoxious and immediately forgiven for it).
If Tutschek posted it out of her own accord on Insta, the reason would be simple: coat-tailing for clicks, shits and giggles. The insistent Ireland reference would point to that: I mean, the woman scrolled all the way down to the flag emojis to make sure we got the point (and in the process, more innuendo, mayhap). That would also explain why she promptly took it down: either because she realized somehow she pushed things a smidge too far or because she was strongly encouraged to cut the crap.
Seriously, whatever. This is just another episode of low-cost fuckery, irrespective of the two possibilities I just discussed. Her art is not as memorable as the bosom she generously shares with the world. It is borderline depressing and nothing to write home about, if you ask me. And the fact that the fandom quickly placed her in the same social circle with Quarantein Gia and Paparazzi Clarke, well... another major eyeroll, just here. The expected effect was exactly the one you described: to quietly gnaw at people's respect of S and also to chip a bit more of the fairytale.
This will happen only if you let them. These people, whoever they are, cannot challenge your reason, because there is nothing interesting or even logical about idiotic tidbits like this one. But they can and they are challenging and playing with your emotions, in order to instill doubt, insecurity, fear or disgust. I will not discuss Marple's editorial policy here (like her legally disingenuous use of someone else's material), simply because I do not want to give that derailed jukebox further space on my page. It is my sensible choice not to let these people in my world more than they deserve to be (very little). Maybe you should try it too, Anon. It could work for you as it did for me, once I came to terms with it.
I am not even sorry about the length of this answer. Haters gonna hate. I could not care less. Thanks for dropping by.
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squoxle · 6 months
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔹𝕒𝕓𝕪𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚 •◦இ•◦ ℕ𝕚𝕜𝕚 𝕗𝕗
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🧩 pairing: babysitter!niki x babysitter!reader!afab
🧩 summary: your babysitting gig is working better than planned, but things are heating up between you and your best friend Niki. req by: @chaenqen
🧩 cw: swearing, suggestive flirting, kissing
🧩 wc: 2.7k ❀ part 1
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You remember this like it was yesterday. You and Niki had finished your first job and he ended the night by kissing you on the cheek.
You and Niki have been doing surprisingly well with this babysitting business. You had already made over $3,500 in less than 3 months and Niki was doing much better with the kids now. You decided to continue running your business through Instagram and just link a PDF file showing the pricing. It was just easier to watch one platform.
Of course, you had your best customer, Valerie, and her son James. She booked you guys every Friday now, and Niki and James have grown much closer. He's almost like a big brother to him. It's always cute to see them together.
In fact, last Friday was the first time you ever watched James at his house. She knew this was gonna be expensive, but she wanted you to keep him overnight and she would return the following morning. The reason this time was their anniversary, and her husband wanted to take her out of town.
Valerie gave us extra money to buy pizza for dinner, but Niki wanted to make taiyaki for James. "What's taco-ya-key?" James asked as he sat across the counter watching Niki mix the batter. "Taiyaki," Niki chuckled. "Oops tie-yaki," James giggled back. "It's like a dessert. Trust you're gonna love it," Niki said as he pulled out the mold.
"Umm does it taste like fish or something?" James asked tilting his head to the side. "Huh? What kind of dessert has fish in it?" "I think he might be confused by the mold Niki." "Oh. My bad. No, there's no fish in here. Unless you want some." "No way!" James said clenching his teeth together and shaking his head. "You sure? It might be better than you think," Niki smiled. "Uhn uhn," James said shaking his head once more. Niki poured the batter on the first side. "Niki, can I help?" James said, stopping Niki as he scooped the second spoon. "Oh, sure," Niki replied before picking James up out of his chair making him giggle a bit. "Okay, just pour the batter on the empty side over here." "Okay. I hope I don't make a mess." "If you do it's okay, I'll clean it up. But be careful, it's hot." James poured the batter on the other side spilling a few drops as he moved the spoon away.
"Oops." "Don't worry. I got it," Niki said placing James on the ground. Niki walked over to the sink to grab a wet towel, but when he turned around he saw that James was already on the ground wiping the batter up with his shirt. "You didn't have to do that. I told you I got it." "It's okay, Niki. I don't mind." "Yea, but now your shirt is dirty." "That's okay. I can change it." Niki patted James on the head. "Alright, well we can change it after we're done. The taiyaki still needs filling." "How are you gonna fill it?" "Y/N filled a piping bag with a chocolate filling while we were busy making a mess," Niki giggled. "Can I do it?" "Of course, you can," Niki said before coming to get the bag from you and handing it to James.
"Okay just pipe one straight line," Niki said as placed James on the countertop. "Okay," James said focusing hard on the stream of thick chocolate filling coming out of the bag. This time he was careful not to spill anything this time. "Niki, look! I did it!" James said, eyeing Niki for validation. "I see. You did a really good job too," Niki smiled. "And I didn't make a mess either," James smiled proudly. "Hehe, awesome!" James held up his hand and Niki gave him a high five. "Yes!" James shouted. Niki closed the mold to finish cooking the dessert.
While those two were busy playing around, you cleaned the kitchen around them and ordered the pizza. There was no way you were gonna let James only eat taiyaki for dinner. It was so cute to watch Niki bond so well with James. "It's crazy to think how they were when they first met," you chuckled to yourself.
*DING DONG*
"Boys! Pizza's here!" you exclaimed after closing the front door.
"Yay! Pizza!" James jumped as he ran to the table.
"Be careful," Niki said as James hopped into the chair. "When'd you order this?" he continued.
"While you two were busy with your Father-Son bonding time," you teased.
"Psh, whatever," he said giving you a cheeky look.
You fixed James a plate of pepperoni pizza with broccoli and cheese. "Thank you," he smiled before picking up a piece of broccoli. Afterward, you all sat down at the table to eat dinner together.
Niki and James finished up first and went to the living room to watch TV. James had been trying to get Niki to watch Thomas with him, and now he finally had the opportunity. "Which character do you like?" James asked as they watched the show together. "I like the red one...James right?" "Yep," James smiled before snuggling under Niki's arm. You joined them on the couch, sitting on the opposite side of Niki, resting your head on his shoulder. The sound of talking trains faded away as the three of you fell asleep together.
You woke up after some time to see James resting peacefully on Niki's lap. And, to your surprise, Niki had his arm wrapped around you. Your subtle movements were enough to wake Niki out of his sleep. "What time is it?" Niki groaned in a raspy voice. "Uhh...I don't really know. 12, maybe?" "Mmm, lemme check my phone," Niki said before noticing that James was lying on his lap. "Hmm, or maybe not," he continued before letting out a muffled yawn. "We should probably take him to his room." "Yea, I'll go pull his covers back," you said before getting up to leave the room. You still couldn't get over the fact that Niki had his arm around you. "Hold on, I'm coming with you," Niki said as he lifted James's sleepy body into his arms. The two of you walked to his room and turned on a night light. You pulled the covers back and Niki walked over to lay James down.
You and Niki headed back to the living room. "I'm kinda in the mood for a snack now. What about you?" Niki said as he walked to the kitchen. "Hmm, me too." "I have some more batter left. I'll make us some taiyaki and we can eat that unless you want something else." "No that's good."
Niki carried over 3 taiyaki. "We can split the ext--" Niki paused mid-sentence as he spotted James rubbing his eyes and walking over to you. "M-mommy," James mumbled as he crawled on the couch next to you. "No, it's me, James," you said as he looked up at you. "Sorry. I keep almost calling you that," James said shaking the little sleep out of his eyes. "Well, since you're here do you want the extra taiyaki?" Niki asked handing him the warm treat wrapped in a napkin. "Yes, thank you," he smiled before taking a big bite out of the fish-shaped snack.
Niki turned on the train cartoon for James, before whispering in your ear, "I guess we're Mommy and Daddy now, huh?" hearing this made you blush. "N-Niki." "What? We obviously make a pretty good team. Don't you think?" You were speechless. This behavior was odd, even for Niki. Or maybe it just felt different because of the way you woke up earlier.
Anyways, this Wednesday Valerie booked you to monitor a play date between James and a few of her friends' kids around the same age. As usual, she sent you her information and the information of the other kids. You were instructed to meet them at her house.
Fortunately, you had already been there before, which made finding things much easier.
“Ok, the kids will be over here in about 30 minutes. I just need you guys to set up the table and put these drinks in the fridge,” Valerie said handing you multiple juice boxes. “You want to make sure the kids have everything they need until we get back.” She said as she scanned a yellow piece of notepaper. “This has everything you need to know and everything that should be done in case of an emergency. We have two medkits. One under the kitchen cabinet and one behind the bathroom mirror. I'm gonna go finish getting dressed now, don't forget to call me if you need anything else. I really appreciate your business. The two of you have truly been a blessing to me and my son.” Valerie continued prancing around for a few minutes before walking back to her room to finish getting dressed. James was busy watching TV on the couch while you and Niki finished preparing for the playdate.
"This should be fun," you awkwardly smiled at Niki. "Well, this is the first time we had to supervise a playdate with multiple kids. So, I hope it's fun."
*DING DONG*
"They're here," you said in unison, rushing to the door. You all exchanged greetings with the children's mothers as the group of kids ran to join James on the couch. "Val! You ready?" one of the women shouted. "Almost!" you heard her reply from a distance. Most of the women headed to the kitchen and began chatting about their plans, but one stayed behind.
You could tell that one of the women was fixated on Niki. She had been looking him up and down since she first laid eyes on him. She looked around 25 or 26 and stood around 5ft 6in. She wore a pair of 4-inch stilettos with her cold black hair slicked back into a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a tailored red blouse, her outfit perfectly accentuated her slim/curvy figure.
"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to properly introduce myself. I'm Catherine. Annie's mom." she said in a seductive tone, careful not to break eye contact with Niki. "I'm Y/N." "And I'm Niki." "It's a pleasure to meet you, Niki. What inspired you to start working with kids?" she asked as she began toying with her necklace that sat right above her cleavage. *Me bitch. I'm the only reason we're doing this shit in the first place* you muttered to yourself.
"Umm...well actually it started off as a way to make extra money, but now I'm kinda finding enjoyment in the whole process." "Tell me more about yourself. What do you like to do in your free time?" *God, she should go wipe the drool from her stupid ass lips* "Well, I like to dance." "Oh, so you're a dancer huh? How about you show me a little something," she said as she walked over to grab his hand and place it around her waist. *No fucking way. Is she serious?* "Heh, okay," Niki replied as he started to do a sort of partner dance which Catherine used as an opportunity to sensually move her hips and roll her body against his.
You found this disgusting as hell but at the same time you kinda of wished he was dancing like that with you. You rolled your eyes as she giggled when Niki spun her around. "Hmm, you're pretty good with your body. I'd love to dance with you more often. Maybe you could even teach me a few things. I'm really good at following instructions," she smiled placing a hand on his chest. "Maybe," he smiled back. "I'll even pay you for your time." "Tempting, I'll definitely think about it."
"Ok, ladies. I'm ready!" Valerie smiled as she entered the living room. "If you ever feel like you wanna dance, call me," Catherine said pulling a pen out of her purse. She scribbled her number on his hand before leaving with the other women. "Bye, baby! Bye, Niki," she said as she walked out of the door.
"Ugh, good riddance," you scoffed. "What?" "Did you see the way she looked at you?" you shook your head. "What do you mean?" "I'm really good at following instructions," you mocked. Niki laughed at your impression of Catherine. "She was literally all over you." "We were dancing." "Ugh." "What? Do you wanna dance with me?" "Yes--no. I don't fucking care." "Right."
You and Niki pulled out a few toys and activities for the kids to do together. James played trains with one of the boys. Two other kids worked on puzzles together. And Annie was drawing pictures with another girl.
Fortunately, all of the kids were very well-behaved, but it was about time for a nap. You made sure to follow Valerie's explicitly detailed schedule. You put on a quiet movie and got them all blankets.
"James was telling us about taiyaki. He said it was a fish cake with chocolate inside. Can we have one after nap time?" Annie asked as you placed the blanket over her. You were surprised at how well she spoke at such a young age. "Yea. Can we try the fish stuff after naps?" Xavier chimed. "Niki?"
Niki was busy talking to James, but when he heard you call his name, he immediately turned to face you. "Yea, what's up?" "Do you mind making taiyaki for everyone after nap time?" "Oh yea sure. That's no problem," he smiled. "Yay!" the kids cheered in unison. "James must've been spilling all of our little secrets with everyone," he smiled as he ruffled James's hair. "Hehe, yea because you're so cool," he giggled. "I love you, Niki. You're the best big brother in the world," he smiled hugging Niki before laying down. "I love you too, James. Now get some rest so you can help me make the snack for everyone when you get up." "Really?! I can help?" "Of course. I think you put a secret ingredient inside because those were the best taiyaki I ever had in my life." "You're whole life? Wow," James yawned before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Niki must've caught you staring at him because he gave you a strange look as he walked over to you. But it was just something about the way he was with James. Seeing his "big brother" side was surprising, considering that Niki was usually the type to pop off for almost no reason at all.
Niki grabbed one of your hands and put the other one around your waist. "N-Niki? What are you doing?" "Dancing.'' You weren't the best dancer, but Niki made you feel very comfortable as he guided you around the kitchen floor. The dancing was brief, but you enjoyed it. You had never been this close to Niki...well not in this way. He stopped after spinning you around and landing in a position where you fell under his body. You braced yourself against the countertop as you looked up into his eyes. He leaned down to place a soft, delicate kiss on your lips. Nothing sensual, just sweet and romantic.
"As if," you scoffed. "How many times are you gonna keep kissing me?" "I've only kissed you twice. You must be referring to your fantasies," he teased. "Yea right. Why would I ever waste my energy thinking about something as stupid as a kiss?" "It's not a waste if you like it." "Well, I don't like it." "No? Well then I guess I won't do it anymore," he shrugged. "But--Whatever, I don't care. I'd be happier if you kept your damn lips to yourself anyway." "Are you sure about that?" "Yea, I'm sure." "Well, then I guess you wouldn't mind if I start helping Cath--" You cut him off, grabbed his hand, and aggressively wiped her number off of his hand with a wet towel. Niki burst into laughter. "I was only joking punk," he said before placing a kiss on your cheek. "Let's go watch a movie while we wait for them to wake up," Niki said walking over to the kitchen table and pulling out his phone. "I forgot to bring my laptop, so that'll have to work," he chuckled.
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𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜. | 𝚓𝚊𝚢 & 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟺/𝟽 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚜' 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝 (𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘 + 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝).
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𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜.
𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 & 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎
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“You both did a great job decorating yesterday,” Jay comments, the two of you entering the market square together. Rows of stands line the edge of the sidewalk, complete with fully stocked bins being overlooked by sellers of all backgrounds. To make the setting complete, the air is laced with the signature crisp chilliness of fall. Pedestrians roam about, some browsing the merchandise while others pass along the open part of the sidewalk. “We probably could have made a haunted Bounty attraction if we wanted to!” 
“Well, we had to go all out this year, didn’t we?” you reply, interest already piqued among catching sight of the first stall. It seemingly belongs to a produce farmer who has all kinds of fresh, vibrant vegetables stocked to the brim. “You guys are going to have a lot of guests over, and it’s not a Halloween party without good decorations.”
“Everyone’s gonna be impressed. I know we were,” Jay responds, joining you in the survey of the stalls. Even though the two of you came here for a very specific reason, you still can’t help but be invested by all of the other goods present. “I feel like this is going to be the best Halloween party yet.” 
You nod in agreement as the two of you peruse the other stalls. “Me too! Though, I hope we aren’t too late to get pumpkins. What if they’ve sold out already? It is pretty late in the month, after all.” 
“I don’t think they are. I came here with Nya last year around this time, and they were still stocked. Besides, we don’t need that many.” 
“I hope so,” you answer, the two of you proceeding down the sidewalk. Thankfully, your worries dissipate when a mound of orange comes into view, eventually seeing a bunch of pumpkins piled neatly next to a certain stand. 
"Here we go! Okay, we have to get the biggest ones!” 
With that, you and Jay set about finding the biggest pumpkins available. The two of you pick out an assortment, deciding to buy enough to scatter about the Bounty and to leave a few outside since the ship will be grounded for the event. Once that’s done, the farmer thanks the both of you for your business before you return to the Bounty in order to get started. 
… 
“Nya might be better at decorating, but after today, you’ll be convinced that I’m the better pumpkin carver!” Jay declares as he unveils an assortment of tools. “Are the preparations ready?” 
You survey the table, running through your mental checklist. The table has been covered with trash bags, a set of carving tools placed off to the side. Atop the table lies a few pumpkins silently awaiting their fate. Additionally, a plastic container sits on the side so the two of you can collect some of the pumpkin innards for Zane to use later. 
“Yeah, I think we’re good,” you note, nodding to affirm your statement. “Can you think of anything?” 
“I might just run and grab my speaker so we can have some music too,” he replies. “Be right back!” 
With that, Jay makes a dash for the door, leaving you to yourself for the moment. You take the time to peruse the available tools, eventually selecting one of the two present permanent markers so you can outline your design first. 
A few moments later, Jay emerges from within the Bounty, Bluetooth speaker in hand as he jogs towards you. “Found it!” 
“Great!” you note, grinning as you sit down, uncapping your marker before sliding the other marker towards Jay. He scrolls through his phone, connecting the speaker before selecting his Halloween playlist. 
“Also, I put this together at, like, three in the morning, so let me know if I forgot anything,” Jay replies, setting the phone to the side after the music is at an acceptable volume – loud enough to fill silence, but quiet enough for the two of you to speak if desired. 
You nod in response, practicing the outline of your design on the garbage bag with the marker. “You got it.” 
“What are you doing?” Jay wonders, eyeing where you’re outlining on the plastic. 
“Just trying to practice my design before I do it on the pumpkin in permanent marker,” you answer. “Usually helps me to try it out a few times.” 
“That’s a great idea. Why haven’t I thought of that?” he wonders, snatching his marker up and biting the lid off. 
“It is kind of hard to draw on, though,” you mumble. “But it works well enough.” 
For a few minutes, the two of you simply practice outlining on the trash bags, extremely rough doodles and sketches soon spanning the entire surface area of the makeshift table covers. 
“I think I have mine down. How about you?” you wonder, gaze shifting to Jay. 
“I think I’m ready too,” he notes. “Ready for a knife?” 
“Always,” you reply, holding your hand out. This makes the redhead quirk an eyebrow. 
“Now I’m scared,” he jokes, slipping his grip down so that you can grab the upper portion of the handle. 
You chuckle lightly, studying the area around the pumpkin stem before finding a suitable place to begin your first cut. 
Jay does the same, rotating his pumpkin around a few times before sinking his blade into the rind, making exaggerated stabbing motions when he does. 
“I think knives bring out everyone’s inner maniac,” Jay mumbles as the two of you begin to saw around the stems. 
“It’s only natural,” you muse, narrowing your eyes as you slip the knife deeper into the cut section of the pumpkin, using the blade as lever to pry the top out of the hole. Once it’s out, you set it to the side, taking a moment to trim the hanging pumpkin guts off of the bottom. 
The conversation dies for a few minutes as the two of you start scooping the seeds and pulp out, being sure to save enough for Zane. You switch between using your hands and the utensils, face scrunching in disgusted delight upon feeling the slimy pulp slipping between your fingers. 
You’re focused on working out a particularly stubborn section when you feel something tiny and cold hit your forehead, sticking there. 
You frown, raising a slimy hand to pluck the foreign object from your head. 
A pumpkin seed. 
Realization overcomes your expression as you gradually glance up, smile fading as you eye the lightning ninja working across from you. To the untrained eye, nothing looks out of place – he's simply scooping pulp out of his pumpkin. If you squint, though, you can see the slightest smirk lining his lips. 
“Jay...” you trail off, narrowing your eyes. “If you throw another pumpkin seed at me, then the pumpkins won’t be the only ones with their guts spilled today!” 
This catches his attention, mischievous glare faltering as he spots your hand grabbing a handful of pulp. “Wait...I can explain!” 
“I don’t think you can,” you reply, tossing the handful so that it splatters against his cheek before slipping off. 
“Ew!” Jay whines, laughing as he wipes his cheek off with his sleeve. “Okay, fine, I deserved that. But we’re even now, right?” 
You nod in response, satisfied with the outcome. “We’re even.” 
“Good, because we still have a lot to do,” Jay states, effectively bringing the two of you back on task. 
… 
It takes the two of you well over two or three hours, but eventually, your masterpieces have been completed. 
“It looks like an actual haunted house now that we’ve added pumpkins,” you state as the two of you observe the Bounty’s exterior door. Paired with what you and Nya had completed prior, the pumpkins add the perfect touch to the décor. 
Soft candlelight spews from the openings of the pumpkins, offering an eerie glow to the area. With the sun now setting, you can’t help but admire the scene alongside the ninja of lightning. Accompanying the two of you is a shared sense of pride. 
“We did a great job. We should do this again next year,” Jay comments, the two of you taking a moment to high five. “What do you think?” 
“I’m all for it. We just have to go even bigger next year!” 
“No two Halloweens will be the same,” Jay agrees, grinning in determination. 
From there, the two of you turn to start the cleanup process, leaving the pumpkins’ candles to flicker gently in the evening light. 
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Against the Odds
Chapter 10 - Don't be sorry
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warnings: pregnancy stuff, emotional scenes, cussing
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“Chris? Can you hear me?“
“Tom! G’day mate! I know I might’ve overstrained your nerves yesterday“ Chris sighed, suddenly feeling a bit guilty for throwing the overwhelming piece of information at his best friend on a random Thursday night. Wile he was out with Benedict.
“No, it’s- I… fuck, man“ Tom’s husky voice echoed through the Aussie’s phone, self-doubts were battling rays of hope for a brighter future in his voice. “I’m in Dubai right now“
Short silence.
“Erm, you are where?“ 
“Dubai. It’s a three hour layover but those guys have quite the comfortable business class lounge“ Tom replied, the rattling of cutlery adding to the background noises.
The gears in Chris’ head shifted fast, the realization of what his best friend was doing set in like a lightning. But honestly he didn’t expect anything else. Tom was a good man with a strong heart.
“Oh god, thank ya. Y/n is” he stopped for a second “Well, she needs you“, his voice vanishing in a whisper as he heard your high-pitched curse from upstairs. Perhaps the baby was giving his sister some thundering headaches again. A muffled giggle resounded from the actor’s vocal cords whereas Tom was on red alert.
“Is she alright? God, I should’ve come far earlier“ the Brit sighed, doing a desperate facepalm and his left forearm landed on the table with a dull smack. The Arabian specialties he ordered smelled tantalizing however, his hunger was gone.
“Bro, calm down. It’s probably just the baby doing it’s first moves. She always complains about how it tickles on the inside and she can’t do anything about it“ the Thor actor explained, trying to take the guilt from his friend. There was no real need to make him insecure by telling the first conjecture about the reason of your cry. 
“Thank god. It sounds like her“ Tom chuckled lightly, freeing his forehead from the strong grip of his hand. Planes were taking off and pushing back behind the thick windows giving him hope to finally be reunited with the woman he loved more than anything else.
And his unborn child.
“So, If nothing gets in the way I’ll be arriving in Brisbane at 2pm“. 
“I’ll pick you up, bro. Have a nice flight“ Chris hurried to say goodbye before his secret phone call would blow up.
You were bustling all around the house, finding something new to do every five minutes. The second trimester, despite of small movements of the baby and occasional migraine, was flooding you with energy and motivation to do the most random stuff at even more random times. 
“Arielle? Where are you?“ Liam’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Bathroom. Thor tries to eat my bikini bottooooooms“ you yelled back, the panic in your voice amusingly audible. The fluffy Australian Shepherd was a sweetheart. Mostly. But sometimes he turned into Satan himself and tried to annoy the hell out of you.
“Thor tries to do what?“ Your youngest brother asked, the wicked entertainment obvious. Of course he found that funny. “When you finished laughing could you please get your pretty ass up here and put that dog away-ahhhhh!“.
Liam bit his hand to repress a roaring laughter while Chris fist banged on the counter top. Another desperate try to keep it in whereas your agitated curses echoed from above. Their gazes met and both knew they were absolutely defeated. Bursting out in crippling laughter the brothers bathed in your suffering. 
“Liam and Chris fucking Hemsworth! I know y’all grinning like a shot fox. M’ gonna kill you by drowning in the sea“ you cried out before dull thuds announced you descending the stairs and approaching your brothers with the chewed string of wet fabric menacingly in your hand. “Nooo, don’t“ Liam cried out running away from you like a scared, giggling child. You were a mess with your brothers but hell, no one cared so it was just perfect. 
“You’ll buy me a new crossie, friend“ you pointed at Chris who was still choking on a slice of mango. “Why should I?“ He threw his hands up in despair before the salivated fabric hit his naked torso with a wet smack. You weren’t to play games with right now but secretly you enjoyed the childish banter.
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*ding-dong*
“Arielle, could you please accept the mail?“ Chris yelled from out of the garage. He just got back from grocery shopping and you were the only one dry and inside since your nephews were having quality time with their mother in the pool. Reluctantly, you got up, hasty legs carrying you towards the big, white door. 
Lost in thoughts about Tom, the few months you relished in a perfect life with him London, you twisted the doorknob.
“Hello, my love“.
Your jaw dropped, hands flying up to cup your cheeks as the man you were thinking about nonstop stood in the doorframe, a pretty bouquet made out of lilies and roses in his hands. It felt like you were frozen, as if the person who played you as character just paused the game while Tom’s coy yet incredibly charming smile dazzled your widened eyes. 
“May I come-“ he began, but the baritone voice you had missed so much died as your lips sealed with his. It was as if there had never been a second of pause, not even the slightest touch of difference. It was beautiful whereas you felt horrible inside. Hot tears teetered in the brink of your eyelids, ready to stain Tom’s notorious blue sweater.
“I missed you, darling“ he breathed as you parted for a second, causing the dam of your eyes to breake and gushes of salty tears streamed down you reddened cheeks. 
You had basically abandoned him, left him without a trace and only a ludicrous excuse of a letter. Nevertheless, the man stood right here in front of you smiling thorough his own emotionality with the biggest doe eyes. He wasn’t angry, was he?
Honestly, you couldn’t even blame him if he was.
“Listen, Tom I- I am so fucking sorry” it blurted out of you, unable to meet his ocean blues and turning away from the door instead. Your step away allowed the Brit to enter, however, you were trying to get a safe distance. A few feet that would spare you from his beautiful face contorted in disappointment like a Bernini statue.
“Love, please” 
“No, I can’t. There’s no adequate excuse for what I have done. I should have spoken to you before I left. I should’ve told you that I am…” your voice died in the sore passageway of your throat. Tom was unaware of your biggest secret, wasn’t he?
A whole damn child spending it’s thirteenth week of live in your belly was a hell of a secret. You felt like crumbling apart.
“Pregnant? I know, y/n” Tom’s soothing voice hoisted your gaze from the floor, rays of hope sparkling in your eyes and the broadly smiling man came closer. Was he alright with it? Would he possibly want to have a child with you? A thousand scenarios rumbled through your agitated mind, images of your happy family life fighting the idea of raising him or her alone.
“How do you-“ you began, your boyfriends sharp jawline pointing at your brother as he nodded agreeing wordlessly. Chris sat in the staircase grinning like a Cheshire Cat and holding both thumbs up in an affirmative gesture. Of course. How could you’ve been so stupid to tell him and not expecting him to tell his best friend who happened to be the father. 
You scoffed, grabbing Tom’s hand and pulling him across the whole living room until you reached the terrace, elaborately peppered with exotic plants and a few loungers. Peaceful and peace was definitely what you desired the most. Inner peace with yourself and the man you were ready to lose everything else for. 
“I found out the night of the London Awards but I was already in the tenth week. Remember when I stumbled and you dragged me to the ER?” you whispered, hands playing with vivid petals of the bouquet Tom had bought you. Oh, the scent was heavenly reminding you of the unique lilly-scented washing powder Tom used for his dress shirts. 
Probably not a coincidence but a gentle innuendo.
“Oh god. Why- Why didn’t you tell me?” He panted, looking up from the glass table that separated you like bars of a mental prison. His question weighed heavy on your delicate shoulders, the tickle of your baby’s first tries of movements added oil to the fire that spread across every single sense. It felt shitty, as if you had committed a felony.
“Fuck“ you sighed, hiding your sensitive face in the last fortress of small hands. You had hurt him and blatantly so. Shifting uncomfortable on the soft leather, you stopped as his gentle fingertips brushed your bare knees, slowly pushing the hem of your dress upwards, calculated wave-like motions. “Thomas, I didn’t mean to fool you. I really didn’t. It was just… I-“ you began to stammer mid-sentence.
“Shhh“ he calmed your troubled mind, squatting from the leathery surface and reaching to grab your waist. A gentle flex of his exposed forearms lifted you upwards, coaxing you to straddle his lap. His scent invaded your nostrils like sedative gas, his touch melted your spent muscles like lava melts snow. It felt like the exact same home you left three weeks ago.
Guilt. That was what fueled your tears as soon as your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck. You had left him. Pregnant. You could never properly excuse this although your choice had been influenced heavily by the greedy, destructive voices that wanted nothing but drama and heartbreak.
“I know, darling. I could never reproach you for what you did“ he whispered, the big hand continuously tracing little circles and other swirling patterns on your back. “But I sincerely hope that you can give us a second chance“ the Brit purred carefully. “Please, love. I need you“ the last words flew silently in the Australian breeze like a heavy promise. A promise to your ears only before it got carried away.
“Would you want me back? After…well, I left you?“ You murmured barely audible against the drenched fabric of his signature sweater. Your tears had devoured his whole shoulder but the relentless sun would dry it in an instant anyway. A bit of wetness was Tom’s smallest problem at the moment.
“I’ve never not wanted you, y/n. Since the day Chris introduced me to you again I knew you would play the leading role my own, personal movie. God, I have thought about you since that day. Nonstop, not until this very second“ 
“Can we take a break from the world? Just us and the people who don’t judge for a little while? I need to get my life- we need to get our life sorted“ you paused for a little sigh, slightly hesitant to mention the ‘issue‘. “Especially since she’s with us“.
“So… you think it is a girl? Our baby?“ Tom breathed, the words sinking in like hot ash burning all his previous experiences and nurturing the new life he would be building with you. And with whoever little wonder was hiding in your womb. It was much to take in. “Our baby“ he repeated almost absent-mindedly, thoughts trailing off to how he would be a father in about… wait.
“How far along are you, love?“ The question dragged you out of the gleeful bliss of watching Tom’s gorgeous face contort in pure awe. “Fourteenth week so in the beginning of the second trimester“ you began to explain, your boyfriend’s lips twitching with every new piece of vulnerable information he got. You could almost smell his adorable excitement. 
“Wow” his soft baritone cooed, almost in sync with your giggle. “With you wearing this loose dress I could never have guessed”.
“And yes, somehow I have the feeling it’s a girl. She’ll have your beautiful curls, Tommy“. You smiled so freely and happily for the first time in a long time. Your cheeks wandered up to give way to proud, curling lips and your pregnancy glow reflected the sun like a touch of divinity. He always wanted to have children once and with you being their mother, the actor couldn’t be any happier. He never had been to be exact, in none of his earlier relationships.
Tom hummed in approval, returning your smile before your delicate hand grabbed his, guiding it towards your stomach but he stopped, steel blue doe eyes searching for consent. He was a gentleman of the first waters. Always. Even if it was about his own flesh and blood growing like a wonderful flower.
“Go on“ you smiled coyly, gaze fixed on the Brit’s unique facial features scanning them for any sign of reaction as he touched your small bump. It wasn’t too big yet but clearly visible now that you brushed the fabric of the dress. “Christ“ he breathed, a sudden warmth spreading from his palms like a calming balm. You could feel how she was enjoying her dad’s touch.
For the first time knowingly.
“You’re gonna be a father, Thomas Hiddleston“ you snickered. The angelic sound of your words and their overwhelming meaning dragged the curly haired Brit out of his trance and back into the reality he would cherish and treasure like a guard dog. 
“We- we’ll have a baby“ he eventually whimpered with a sniffy tone. The man had lost control over his words or expressions. “I thought it was impossible for me“ you mused, smiling to yourself at all the comments and bottomless accusations Nate had planted in your mind.
Bullshit. It had all been bullshit and Tom, the real love of your life, had proven it.
Nate could proudly go fuck himself because you had everything you wanted. 
But deep down you knew this triumph wouldn’t be for too long. In a few months the premiere of ‘The Moralizer‘ would take place with compulsory attendance for you and Tom. Logically the world world would know if you came.
However, you wanted to keep this piece of heaven for as long as it lasted. In private.
“God, y/n. You're growing a wonder. I can’t wait to meet him“ he chuckled pulling you in a gentle kiss and lavishly toying with your lower lip. He was devastatingly seductive as always but suave in his tender touch.
“Him? So you don’t think it’s a girl?“ You mused against his wet lips, both of your mouths curling in fond smiles and giggles. 
“Hmmm“ he hummed, the dark timbre of his voice always remaining you of Loki, the Asgardian god you had a massive movie-crush on since the first Thor movie and naturally it got progressively worse. To your defense, you weren’t alone. “No. It’s gonna be a daddy’s boy“.
“Tommy! What even is my role then? You cannot just claim little Hiddles!“ 
“Excuse me? Little Hiddles?“ Tom chuckled, butterflies swirling in his belly at your face all scrunched up in mischievous laughter and of course the cute nickname you had given the baby. He would copy that most definitely. ‘Little Hiddles’ he repeated in his head, pride swelling in his chest, the thought of you as the mother of his child was simple in it’s nature but utterly beautiful.
“Y/n, Tom? Can we talk for a second?“ A shy Elsa peeked around the corner of the brick column. She had been an angel since your arrival, the second person to know of your pregnancy in general and the best source of productive help you got so far. She had three kids after all.
“Sure, and thank you for letting me stay, Elsa. Truly“ Tom unwrapped his charming, British smile making Elsa return it a mere blink of an eye. This man was a honeytrap for every breathing being, a fluffy looking predator that could lure anyone he wished. But it was you who owned his pure heart. You and baby-Tommy, of course.
“You’re something like my brother-in-law so how could I say no?“ She giggled, sitting down opposite of you. “Have you told him about the appointment and the little thing we’ve planned?“ 
You but your lower lips, sudden nervousness cursed your veins at the thought of today’s ultrasound appointment. The biggest one in a while and with a little luck, the doc would be able to determine the gender. Hopefully, everything was alright with your little wonder. You couldn’t bear any complications in this emotionally vulnerable state. Not with the newfound happiness Tom brought with him from London. 
“Well, erm I thought you c- can“ you begun to stutter like a child, your gaze jumping from Tom’s right eyes to his left. “She has a big exam today and now that the daddy is here…“ Elsa tried to help you, nodding affirmatively until the words slipped from your tongue.
“Would you like to come with me?“ 
“If you would have me, dove“ Tom cooed with excitement tugging at his lips.
Chris’ wife was slowly melting but not from the Australian sun, no, from the utter cuteness of the whole scenario. It felt like the final, happy reunion in a rom-com with the best actors on the planet. To her you definitely were.
“And Elsa wants to organize a gender reveal party if that’s okay with you, baby“ you snickered against his muscular chest, the training for Skull Island and the Moralizer was still showing off so seductively. If everything was going well later, Tom would definitely not be allowed the leave the bedroom tonight. 
You were touch starved and so was he, his hips subtly bucking as you leaned back, temptingly putting your cleavage on display for him.
Oh, the passion never died.
“I can hear it in your voice, dove. You would love this, wouldn’t you?“ He mocked playfully, long digits flying to hold you in place. “Maybe“. The giggle spoke volumes, making the handsome Brit set up the serotonin-boosting smile you loved so much about him. The shiny teeth reflected the sun like luxurious pearls while you drowned in the ocean and sky blue shades of his almond eyes.
A beautiful man and all yours. Hopefully, forever.
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“Ready? It could feel a bit cold“ the doctor asked for consent before applying the ultrasound probe on your bump. It tickled, felt weird but Tom was sitting right next to you caressing your arm and smiling like an exited kid. You wouldn’t know whether it was a girl or a boy since Elsa planned the party for you. 
The doc knew so everything that came out of his mouth were the standard affirmations. You smiled at Tom, watching him look at the monitor with an awe-struck expression painting his sharp facials.
Fuck Nate. This was exactly what you wanted. This man and this little family.
But his smile died, brows furrowed in confusion as the doctor mumbled incoherent phrases to himself, moving the probe across your belly as if he was searching something. 
“Ehm, is everything alright?“ Your dry voice was shaking and Tom’s big hand grabbed your left hand. The tension was palpable and thousands of bad scenarios began to flash in your irritated mommy-mind. 
“Oh, sorry! Yes, it is actually all good twice“ he explained, fingers moving on the monitor to make measurements or whatever this device was capable of. 
Your confused gaze met your boyfriend’s equally puzzled ocean blues, both unable to process what the doctor was trying to imply. 
“You didn’t know?“ The older man asked again, an exited grin on his thin lips. “Sorry, know what?“
“You’re expecting twins, Ms Hemsworth“ 
“I beg your pardon?“ It blurted out of Tom, disbelief written all over his gorgeous face like an emotional love letter. The shock turned into a sweet realization as the monitor got turned and you saw the two tiny beings sharing your belly like roommates.
“Well, the babies are a bit small for your stage of pregnancy but it's nothing to worry about. Both seem perfectly healthy“.
Two babies.
“Oh my god“ you breathed, mouth agape from feeling you couldn’t even describe properly. Of course, you were overwhelmed for more than just a blink of an eye and maybe would need some days to really process this. However, the main emotions were pure luck, happiness and pride swelling in your fast pounding heart when glassy eyes met Tom.
* beep beep *
“Oh, excuse me for a minute“ the friendly doctor nodded, the honest smile on his face silently congratulating the happy couple before the he left. 
“Twins, darling! You’re a wonder“ Tom sobbed, sweet tears rolling down the sharp path of his cheekbones until they hit your naked belly. It felt so wholesome yet utterly distant as you sat up, back against Tom’s chest and both staring at the on-hold image the doctor captured. 
At first you thought you would never have a baby and now… two little creatures sleeping safe and sound in your bump. The natural consequence of your love to the most perfect man on earth.
“I- I don’t… we have to buy twice as much clothes?!“ It blurted out of you, realization slowly setting like dawn. Tom just chuckled, the deep sound intertwining with happy sobs and vibrating against your neck. He held you tight, one hand sinking down to cup your belly in such loving manner, the twins would surely notice.
“Looks like I have to order two Loki jumpers then“. “Sorry, you ordered what?“ You bursted out in laughter swiftly turning your shoulders to face the grinning man. He was Loki, there was no doubt. But the stubble of his beard was kind of distracting to the image of the ethereal trickster nevertheless, you loved it as much. 
“You will be an amazing father, Tom“ you snickered, the tip of your nose touching his before his pointer brushed your chin and coaxed you into a passionate kiss. Tongues were swirling around each other, tears were mingling at your touching cheeks. This moment was one to treasure, one that was burnt deep in your memory. One that you shared with Tom forever and maybe would think about again when your twins had kids of their own…
“I’m so sorry I left you. Is there any way I could-“ but Tom was quick to interrupt “Love, we talked about this. No more apologies because I am happier than ever“ he breathed in between the heated kiss. Perhaps it grew a bit out of control, his greedy hands melting in the curves of your hips.
“Guys, I’ve heard you’re-“ Elsa stumbled in the room, the handle of her bag getting caught on the doorknob. With heavy pants you parted, mentally thanking the door for distracting your sister-in-law. There was no need for her to see you almost making out in the examination room of the local hospital, right?
“Twins!“ You grinned like a Cheshire Cat while it was still dawning on you that this meant twice the work, twice the fatigue and twice the bustle.
But hell, as if you couldn’t manage it with Tom on your side. You were ready for this luck of a challenge and so was your boyfriend, agog to tell his mom. You’ve met her already, even visited her a few times and she was so adorable. The perfect grandmother, you were sure.
Elsa squeaked like an overly exited child, jumping around to pull both of you in a hug. “Congratulations, you two“ she chirped, suddenly pulling back to stare at you with eyes widened and a silent o on her lips. “Oh gosh! I have to double up all the decoration and stuff“ it blurted out of her bestowing you a good round of laughter.
Unbeknownst to you the doctor returned, your documents and files in his hands.
“Mister Hiddleston, do you know your blood type by any chance?“ He intervened, the smile in his voice audible as the sweet serotonin swirling in the air infiltrated him as well. 
“A negative, sir“ his answer came like shot leaving Elsa and you startled, exchanging funny looks as the doc completed the entries in your maternity record. “Well, you could shoot me in the leg and I wouldn’t know“ your best friend quipped nudging Tom in the side to elicit some kind of explanation.  
Tom’s amused chuckle warmed your heart as you smoothened your blouse again, turning on the medical couch, your legs dangling freely. “While filming Skull Island they needed to know in case anyone got injured in the backland of Vietnam“ he explained, smiling at all the interesting memories he made.
“Have you heard that mini-Hiddlestons? Your daddy is a pretty cool guy“ you cackled, caressing the small bump hidden by comfortable leggings.
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“Twins? Are you kidding me mate?“ Chris’ deep voice echoed through the whole house as Tom proudly presented the ultrasound picture the doc gave you. “What?“ India squeaked running towards her daddy and swiftly grabbing the photo. Logically, it was just a weird black and white image of something she was far too young to realize but her youthful joy was unstoppable. 
“Like Tristan and Sasha?“ She asked Tom, small eyebrows furrowed in concentration to process the gleeful situation. India had idolized her aunt y/n since the day she was born and finding out there would be more kids in her family soon was totally awesome to her.
“Exactly. Maybe this kind of luck runs in the Hemsworth-blood?“ Tom joked patting his bro’s shoulders; the man as hard as rock yet fighting happy tears like a toddler. “You have no idea what multiplying this kind of work means“ your big brother tried to detract from his emotionality but Tom just laughed it off.
There was no space for worries or fears right now. Just bliss.
“Chris, what the hell?“ Liam intervened crossing his arms in front of his chest defensively. The youngest brother sometimes actually was the most reasonable. “Are you really just terrifying him? Give this man a break“.
“Exactly, Chris. Listen to your brother“ you feigned seriousness while jumping on Liam’s back letting him carry you around the house like a human horse. “To the fridge“ you commanded strictly, extending one arm with your fingers pointing to the kitchen.
The mini-Hiddles were hungry so the mango in the fridge was destined to die.
The other mango you knew was certainly better suited for more private times…
“Lucky you. The last few days she wanted me to drive her to Macca’s“ Chris sighed, getting up to indulge his begging daughter’s wish to go play with Thor. Tom was left turning around on the couch, his right arm resting on the backrest so that he could watch his beautiful y/n bickering with her brother. She was perfect, curling the corners of lips upwards with ease. 
After you were finished arguing with Liam on how to cut a mango the right way, you were huddled up in Tom’s strong arms, the two of you enjoying the privacy at the pool. Light blue pool lights were creating flickering and swaying rays with the tiny waves rippling across the water surface. It was so peaceful, and so was your heart. Almost.
“Tommy?“ “Hmm?“ He hummed, eyes closed and tired from the excruciatingly long day. A stop-over flight, a fateful talk and finding out he was gonna be the dad of twins had the Brit’s mind dizzy.
However, it was a good kind of dizzy, the way you would feel after a fun rollercoaster ride. 
“What do you say about taking some time off? I want to to savor this with you before we have to face reality again“ you spoke, barely audible in the valley between his biceps and torso. You knew it was going to happen and the media outcry would be heavy. Needless to say you weren’t keen on Nate’s fucking stupid comments. 
But they would meet your ears soon enough and you wanted to be prepared.
“Of course. I already told my manager about a break due to personal reasons. Are three weeks fine with you, darling?“ He cooed, dexterous digits toying with a strand of your hair sprawled across his bare chest. You could feel his defined pectorals flexing as his arm reached out to cradle your figure lovingly. 
“More than fine, my love“ you grinned up at him. “We will be stronger than ever“ He added while his ocean blues wandered your bikini clad body greedily. Oh, how well you knew this look and what would follow. 
“I hope so, Tommy. But let’s not waste time on those idiots, shall we?“ You chirped, his subtle beard tickling your delicate skin as your lips sealed agin.
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a/n: twins guyssss 🎉 let's see if the newfound happiness lasts
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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 month
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How D'ya Like THEM Apples?
So, trying the decriminalized mushrooms in tiny doses for the ADHD (because, in my particular situation, going to a doctor for this might be hazardous to my health in general). The first time I took them before bed, with chocolate, and that upset my stomach a little so I decided to take them with breakfast like they suggested in the instructions (not really a breakfast person). Not an improvement, they upset my stomach more and made me anxious all day yesterday. Can't know if I'm getting used to them or I need to figure out the best way to take them.
Still slightly anxious today, but able to roll with it.
So, here's the deal. A while back, the spouse and I discussed what the prompt "imagine an apple" gets you, in your brain. He can imagine an apple at will. I found out, I can't. I need context. What's it for? Do you want my culture's Platonic ideal of "apple" or are you going to the store and you need to know what's a good one to buy? Do I need to get taste and texture involved here or is it more like set dressing? With some context, I can kinda get you an apple, but it's indistinct.
And I thought, "Ahaaa! That's that 'imagination deficit' they want to see to diagnose the autism. That's what that is! I can't cough up unlimited specific apples without specific contexts for each one, and even then it's not so good!"
But, after that first microdose, while heading off to sleep, I thought to myself, to pass the time, "Hey, wonder if I can imagine an apple any better?" And, uh, I COULD? Unlimited specific apples, no context. I mentioned that to the spouse, and he said, "Can you still do it now?" And, yes. Yes I can. +/-36 hours away from the second tiny dose of mushroom, and I can give you unlimited specific apples, if you need me to imagine that for some reason.
And... It kinda feels nonsensical that I couldn't do that before? Yeah, apples. There's lots. Just pick one. But I know I couldn't. Not even for the sake of a person who would be satisfied with any imaginary apple. Like, I could imagine the shittiest apple and that would be fine, it would be a judgment free zone! But I remember I couldn't do it. I needed a better prompt.
That thing with the apples is not something I've heard about for ADHD, but I did just barely get an internet diagnosis on that (thanks, @kithpendragon), and I only ordered the stuff because my THC vendor has it. I need the THC to keep from waking up from the edge of sleep with a gasp and heart palpitations, fearing to be harmed. If you spend $200 and stock up, they send you more THC as a surprise! That's a good deal! I like not having panic attacks! For months at a time! I'm not liking the stomach ache and anxiety from the mushrooms, but this thing with the apples makes me feel functional and cool. I don't wanna lose that!
I'm kinda concerned I'm gonna end up doing a real Flowers for Algernon here if I can't tolerate the mushrooms, or they go illegal again because politics. Like, I'm not sure how well the brain differences will play with my creativity and productivity. I need to draw things and go shopping and make dinner, ya know? Lots of different stuff. I seem to be able to do laundry and write a long-ass Tumblr post, but I need long-term data on that. In any case, five days a week is the maximum recommended dose and I gotta take breaks or I'll build up a tolerance.
I may end up looking forward to my meds like that one Tumblrite in my feed the other day, even if they make my stomach hurt! Or I may end up trading one kind of imagination for another and going back and forth indefinitely. I'd prefer the former, but I gotta wait and see.😅
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malum-forev · 2 years
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Game On: Chapter Four
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Chapter Three
“I didn’t even know you could get an eggnog hangover.” Wanda said as she pushed the aspirin closer to her roommate, who was currently laying on the couch with an ice pack glued to her temples and an eye mask drowning the light. 
“At least you didn’t drink wine.” Natasha replied from the kitchen, helping herself to another slice of pie. “Red wine has given me the most unbearable hangovers of my life.”
“You guys, inside voice please.” (Y/N) pleaded, trying to drown out the noise by shoving her face into the nearest pillow.
“Where did you even get eggnog?” Was the question she was dreading. She hadn’t explained to her friends the incident that had happened the previous night. Or more embarrassingly how she sneaked out of Steve and Bucky’s apartment so early that she woke up their neighbor’s dog, its barking made her drop half of the pie on the floor and Bucky had it all recorded on his ring camera.
She sheepishly took off her eye mask and looked up at her roommates. “So, I need to tell you guys about something that happened yesterday.” 
Both redheads nodded for her to continue.
“I went to Steve’s place to use the oven and it turns out Barnes stayed in for the weekend. One thing led to another, it was the eggnog’s fault!”
“Did you two sleep together?” Wanda laughed.
“God no!” (Y/N) shot up from the couch and immediately regretted her decision. “I may or may not have- well you know how he is! He’s always pushing my buttons and-“
“Could you please just get to the point!” Natasha exclaimed.
“I basically declared war.” (Y/N) groaned, maybe if she tried leaning her head against the nearest wall her raging migraine would suddenly disappear. 
“Is this one of those dramatic statements you make to intensify the situation or is this like an actual thing? Did you actually declare war with Bucky.” Natasha asked, placing her hand on her hip, and rolling her eyes.
“I didn’t mean to! I swear! It’s just the drink gave me a nice and fuzzy feeling on the inside and gave me some inexplicable confidence to tell him some pretty nasty things.” (Y/N) mumbled.
“Are you saying that it can get even worse than what we’re already used to?” Wanda asked raising her eyebrows.
“Oh honey, what we were seeing was both of them on their best behavior.  Get ready for a real show.” Natasha replied. 
(Y/N)’s first mistake was how much she underestimated him. It had been a little confusing when she went to the same coffee shop she would go to everyday and the barista, Peter, told her they had run out of oat milk and cinnamon raisin bagels. 
“You guys never run out of my order.” (Y/N) said as she stared at all of the pastries behind the glass, wanting to decide quickly before the line behind her got even longer.
“Yeah I know, I’m sorry about that. Some guy came really early in the morning and said he needed to buy our entire stock of oat milk and bagels.” Peter shrugged his shoulders and rang her up. “Something about wanting to take them to soccer practice. Anyways, it’s gonna be $7.50.”
She started taking her wallet out of her bag when suddenly she realized. She narrowed her eyes and turned to Peter. “About yay high, blue eyes, dark brown hair? Incredibly annoying voice that just wants to make your eardrums explode?”
“Um, I don’t know about the voice thing. I didn’t pay much notice to how he spoke since I had to start making like three dozen coffees but-“
“Peter! Was this him?” She interrupted by showing him a picture of Bucky. 
“That’s the guy!” Peter smiled and handed over her food. “I’m sure the guys in the team won’t finish everything. I bet you can go over there and he can spare you a coffee and maybe even one of those bagels you always order.”
His smile was really sweet but, right now (Y/N) had only one thing on her mind. “Oh, I’ll go over there right now.” She muttered before leaving the store. 
The bitter air may have made her cheeks feel cold but her whole body was burning with rage. The walk over to the soccer field felt shorter than most times, but that could have been due to the amount of hate filled comebacks her brain was producing. Her boots made a menacing sound as she walked past the administration office and into the locker rooms. 
“Hey, you’re not supposed to go in there!” Some guy at the admin office yelled but it made no difference as she slammed the doors open and entered. 
“Barnes!” Her voice boomed throughout the room. Half of the team started whistling and the other half were objecting to her entrance. She pushed back some half-covered men out of her way to reveal Bucky sitting on a bench with six boxes of bagels and about twenty coffee cups surrounding him. “You!”
“Tsk tsk, naughty girl. You aren’t allowed inside the men’s locker rooms, you know that.” Bucky smiled as he took a sip of his coffee before putting on his training shirt.
“Are you kidding me?” (Y/N) said pointing at the insane amount of food all around the room. “Are you in grade school? This has literally got to be the pettiest thing you’ve ever done.”
“You look pretty stressed out, and tired.” He said pointing at the dark circles around her eyes. “Do you want a coffee? Or maybe something to eat? We have some great bagels.”
She scoffed getting ready to shoot back something but her mind was blank, Bucky grabbed a bagel out of one of the boxes and came closer to her. Taking a bite out of it before walking past her and out the doors. Her eyes widened and she quickly turned around to follow him.
“Hey! I’m not done talking to you!” She huffed as she tried to keep up with him.
“Well it is custom to think someone is done when they stop talking.” He replied without looking at her, heading straight towards the entrance of the soccer field. “Watch out with the floor, wouldn’t want you rolling an ankle.” 
“It’s not like your my emergency contact anyway.” She replied.
“Cute, you think I would be worried about you.” Bucky said in a mocking tone. “I wouldn’t want you falling because I’m sure you would find a way to drag me down with you.” 
“Oh aren’t you a despicable little perso-“
“Uh uh uh, no heels on the field.” Bucky said as he entered, pointing down at the freshly mowed grass. “And now that I am at a safe distance,” he cleared his throat. “Will everyone direct their attention towards the jumbotron? I have something to show you.”
Before she could even reply, (Y/N) saw herself on the huge screen. “Oh god.” She whispered. The short video was played over and over, even worse now everyone was looking at her and looking back at the video from that morning. Her mouth was wide open and the look of shock couldn’t be erased from her face.
“How I wish I had my phone to take a picture.” Bucky shot her a smile as he leaned over the railing and took another bite of his bagel. She took two strides towards him as he just flinched, (Y/N) was just about to raise her hand when she heard Sam from behind her.
“Violence is never the answer!” he yelled. (Y/N) took a deep breath and instead of doing something she would probably regret, she decided to take the bagel from his hand and drop it on the floor. “That’s better.” Sam said as he caught up with them. 
(Y/N) shot him a fake smile before stomping on the bagel with her right boot. “Well, I guess some violence is better than all violence.”
“See you around, Doll. Well, I guess I will see you all day since people are already reposting your video.” Bucky snickered, the only thing (Y/N) could do was to groan and turn around. 
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“Has she been like this all day?” Steve asked worriedly looking at (Y/N) through the café window. She was currently furiously typing on her keyboard with furrowed brows and her nostrils flaring a bit. 
“She’s been like this for the past week.” Natasha emphasized the last word as she pushed open the door and entered the café. 
“Hey, girl.” Steve said cautiously.  
“That was the weirdest ‘hello’ I’ve ever received from you Rodgers.” (Y/N) spat back without looking up from her computer. 
“Hi Hon, are you okay? Do you need help with something? Peter told us that you came in on Monday and just asked him to keep a tab open and to keep the coffee coming.” Natasha said straightening some of the fly aways on her face. Actually, her whole hair seemed like a huge fly away mess but, she didn’t think it was the time to talk about that. 
“Yeah so?” Mumbled (Y/N).
“Well, the thing is, today is Friday.” Steve replied.
“Today is not Friday.” She simply stated, taking a look at her phone. “Today is, oh god. Today is Friday.” 
“How about this,” Natasha slowly closed the laptop. “we can go back home, you can shower and then we can all go to dinner. Sounds good?”
(Y/N) rubbed her eyes together and nodded. “That’s sounds good, I just need to go and pay the bill.”
“Leaving already?” Peter laughed.
“Peter, this is your doing.” (Y/N) smiled. “You were the one who kept the drinks coming! I must have looked like the place’s gargoyle, all cooped up in a corner working for a whole week.”
“No one could ever think of you as a gargoyle. You’re too pretty for anyone to say that.” Peter said quietly as he gave (Y/N) the bill. 
“You are too nice for your own good Peter.” She blushed and took back the receipt after swiping her card. “Have a nice weekend.”
Peter gulped nervously and nodded. “You too! And you should always double check the receipt.”
(Y/N) gave him a small smile and turned around, checking the paper in her hands once she exited the store. Realizing that the freshmen had written his phone number on it. 
“Is there a problem?” Natasha asked.
“Nope, no problem.” (Y/N) smiled. 
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“Buck I never thought I would see the day where you would become the bigger person. Good for you.” Steve patted Bucky on the back. It had been exactly one week since the soccer field incident and Bucky had not seen (Y/N). 
“I just want to apologize but, I haven’t seen her since the thing.” Bucky placed his hand on his neck and lowered his head.
“Look, she’s been working on her final paper at the café. You know the one.” Sam said. “We just want everything to get back to normal. The usual level of hate you two had.”
“Yeah, whatever. What’s she doing at the café anyways?” Bucky asked. “Isn’t she always at the library?”
“Well, apparently the new guy that works there asked her out so now she goes there every day.” Steve said. “Why’d you ask?”
Bucky cleared his throat. “Just thought it was weird, that’s all.”
The walk to the café was filled with nervousness, which was only made more evident once he arrived. Through the window he saw her, with him. There was something inside of Bucky that made him want to slam a door. He shoved his feelings down with a gulp and entered. 
As he made his way towards them, Bucky saw (Y/N) roll her eyes and the new guy turn around.
“Hey man, can I help you with something?” His nametag said Peter.
“I’m just here to talk to (Y/N).” Bucky said trying to move past him but Peter kept getting in his way.
“Pete, it’s fine.” (Y/N) said and Bucky finally sat down in front of her.
Bucky turned to the boy and shot him a smug smile. “I’ll have a medium americano, no milk, no sugar.”
“Don’t be an ass, James.” (Y/N) said in an annoyed tone but Peter just smiled at her and got to work. “What do you want.”
“Look, I’m feeling a little bit guilty about showing everyone the video, even though it was extremely funny. But, I’m sorry for embarrassing you.” Bucky shot her a tender smile.
“Groveling isn’t really your strong suit is it?” Was her only reply. 
Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes. “C’mon I’m trying to apologize. Don’t make this any harder than it already is.”
“Fine. I forgive you.” (Y/N) smiled. 
“Really? That easy? I thought you were going to make me, I don’t know run around campus naked or something.” 
“That wouldn’t be much of a punishment, would it? It’s not like everyone hasn’t already seen what’s under those pants.”
Bucky gave her a genuine smile. “Well, I guess that’s it. Thank you for making this so easy.”
“No worries, friend.” She smiled as she sipped her coffee.
“Americano for Bucky.” Peter called out from the bar.
“That’s me, I’m heading out.” 
“Have a safe trip back.” She snickered, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and replied a simple: “Sure.”
He left the coffee shop and let out a long sigh. He had expected a long and tiresome fight for (Y/N) to forgive him.
“Huh, maybe I was wrong after all.” Bucky said to himself and kept walking, past the soccer field and through to the health department when, something caught his eye. All over the nurse’s office were the new health posters. And a certain one caught his eye. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
Before him was a fifty-inch poster that read ‘Unprotected Sex leads to even Worse Sex, Take it From Me.’ And above the tagline, was a picture of Bucky giving a thumbs up. 
“That spiteful fucking she-devil.” He muttered. 
Chapter Five
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I Expect You To Die 2 thoughts
context: I bought a Meta Quest 2 at Best Buy two weeks ago and I finally came in yesterday. One of the games I knew I wanted to play was the I Expect You To Die trilogy (I’m a huge sucker for escape rooms, puzzles, and spy movies) I finished the second game recently so here are my thoughts!
SPOILERS FOR IEYTD 2
This game is sooo gooood. Like, WOW I wasn’t expecting this. IMO the first one was pretty okay, nothing extraordinary but entertaining and it taught me what to expect in future titles. Going into the sequel was a whole different experience however.
The opening credits had me hooked from the get go. The va for John Juniper did a wonderful job. John made the game for me. Honestly. The soundtrack was phenomenal as well, which only helped the game. Anyways let’s get into the missions one by one.
(also I will be giving an overall score for each mission, with 10/10 meaning the mission’s puzzles felt complete and compelling, the mission fit what it was supposed to do, and my PERSONAL enjoyment of it. If you disagree, then tell me the comments as to why. I would love to hear your thoughts!)
-Stage Fright-
a simplistic but entertaining mission. Not the best out of the sequel but better than the first mission in the first game. The switch you need to do with the two cans was pretty smart and made good work of the pov depth that VR provides. It did take me a couple of tries when it came to the crossbow shooting but (mostly because I didn’t realize you could pick up the Zoraxis’ agents bolts)Overall: 6/10
-Jet Set-
okay, I’m gonna be honest here. Jet Set is the worst in the sequel. Now that doesn’t mean it’s a bad mission, but it’s the worst puzzle mission out of all the others in the sequel. Most of the puzzles in the mission didn’t feel connected at all. That is what bums me the most. It felt like this mission was a lot of cool ideas combined into a plane mission. The puzzles were fun, but they didn’t make sense when put into a mission. The next mission will better demonstrate what I mean. Overall: 5/10
-Eaves Drop-
This. Mission. Rocks. From the first laser puzzle, to the various desk puzzles. This mission feels so put together compared to Jet Set. It’s begins with you descending into The Fabricator’s workshop, in order to investigate John Juniper, Zoraxis, and any plans the three of them might have. The thing that really makes this mission feel so put together compared to Jet Set is that everything, and I do mean, everything, has a purpose. From the wheels on the board being used to crank open the Mimic Mask, to the manual that describes how to use the bear trap (which comes in handy when the guard shows up near the end). Everything in the puzzle has a purpose towards the mission or lore. I get that not every mission can expand the story of the game (otherwise the games would be over very quickly) but that doesn’t mean that missions have to be completely irrelevant.
Anyways, this part is getting long so I’ll wrap it up. In short, the mission makes full use of its environment to provide multiple fun and engaging puzzles that further the story of the game in a meaningful manner. Overall: 10/10
-Party Crashers-
Come off the trails of Eaves Drop, Party Crashers takes a turn in mission direction. We start off by impersonating Gibson (John’s wine guy) at the wine cellar. Sending John the right wine took more tries than I care to admit. Retrieving the Mimic Mask was clever. Looking into the hat for clues on the Keg puzzle was a nice touch. Eliminating the guards with the gas was neat and the callback to the tutorial mission was just the cherry on top for this mission. Party Crashers was the mission that took me the most time to figure out, but when I finally did figure it out, it was satisfying. Overall: 8/10
-Safe and Sound-
I think this is the shortest mission in the entire sequel. It definitely feels like it is. That isn’t a bad thing per se, but it just makes the mission feel…weird. The speed run timer is 1:30 which is incredibly fast. Considering the mission after this one is so monumental (and the final mission) and the previous mission being the head-scratcher it was, makes Safe and Sound seem small and easy. The most difficult part of the mission was the mirror puzzle even that was fairly easy to solve. I do understand why this mission is this way. It makes the finale seem so much bigger and gives the player a needed brain break from Party Crashers, but maybe Safe and Sound could’ve been a bit more difficult. Just a tiny bit. Overall: 6/10
-Rising Phoenix-
OKAY here we are. At the finale, and I gotta say. It doesn’t disappoint. Compared to the Death Machine mission from the first game, Rising Phoenix makes its goals simple and clear. The math to get there? Not so simple nor clear. My biggest fear for this mission was that it would be too convoluted or not long enough. However, neither fears game to fruition and this mission really shows what the devs can do. My personal favorite puzzles were the battery ones and the final briefcase puzzles.
also, John Juniper’s death was out of left field for me. I didn’t think he would die. I thought we would be able to arrest him or he would fly away on some jet but no. He dies. He died because his ego got in the way of his role and his use quickly left him. A interesting end to a interesting character.
Recently I re-watched Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (highly recommend the Knives Out movies if you love who-dunnits). Anyways, during the beginning of the movie, all the disruptors are mailed a box that has a series of puzzles in it that eventually reveal a card with an invitation to a private get-away on a Greek island. The briefcase puzzle in Rising Phoenix is basically the box from Glass Onion. Multiple different puzzles granting access to one thing. In the movie it’s a invite, in IEYTD 2, it’s the abort button to stop the rocket* from launching. Mind you, the entire briefcase puzzle is on a timer. So when you finally unlock the abort button, what happens? Well in a cruel twist of fate, Doc. Zoe turns off the power and the button no longer works. Worry not however! Remember the battery from early? Well we can use that to provide the briefcase the power and abort the rocket! Sadly the facility will blow either way, but the world will be saved.
this is the type of missions I love. When everything comes together, the reuse of old tools to progress through new puzzles, the clever solutions to sticky situations. This is what makes IEYTD 2 such a good sequel. From the get go there is a pressure to beat Zoraxis and defeat John Juniper and in turn, save the world. The final mission of the first game was lacking the build up, which made it seem very…sudden when it ended. Here? The finale is well expected. We now we are in the third act, and that this mission is do or die. Its just phenomenal. Overall: 10/10
-closing thoughts!-
I do believe that I Expect You To Die 2 is a wonderful sequel and is definitely worth the price. Jet Set (as much as I have said about it) isn’t a horrible level. Its has issues but maybe it’s just not my cup of tea. Eaves Drop’s atmosphere and classic spy elements makes it (IMO) the best level outside of the finale. Party Crashers is a fun, head-scratching follow up, and Rising Phoenix manages to deliver on everything the other missions were building towards. Overall: 9/10. I highly recommend you play it.
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aishnico · 7 months
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#𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉 𝙁𝙍𝙐𝙎𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀: 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 (𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝟮)
» summary: you were engaged and you felt like you were betraying a part in yourself. and one day, you bumped on someone who you thought you would never see again
» word count: 1.9k
» warnings: angst TO FLUFF
» part 1
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— january, 1998
''listen, i already talked with them today and nothing changed. they ask for too much. i mean, we are talking about a hotel's lobby. and the view of it is not beautiful! ugh... you know what? let's just do it in our backyard, yeah? what's wrong with that? it's more beautiful than that stupid lobby. okay okay, let's talk when i go home. you aren't at home? okay then, i'll just wait for your arrival. bye.''
you hang up the phone when you finish talking about your ideas about wedding places to your fiancée. you two weren't the richest people, but your fiancée wanted something really fancy like when rich people get married. you, on the other hand, wanted a small and simple wedding.
you graduated from college a year after you left john. you sold your house when you found yourself a roommate, brenda. she was going to be your bridesmaid in your wedding now. and you were lucky to find a job after your graduation. you met there with a handsome yet squeamish man. you were chill and hilarious, and he was your exact opposite. you've still found him funny in your ways. and what do they say, "opposites attract." maybe because of that you are engaged now.
dating him was like a dream. he would help you with chores, pay for dinner, buy whatever you wanted, willingly go out to new places with you and more...
but sometimes you feel guilty when you're living your comfortable life. because you would wonder about john. he was a drug addict after all. the only things you knew about him currently were that he left the band five years ago in the middle of their world tour and released a solo album two years later. where and how was he? what was he doing right now? was he still alive..?
brenda was willing to help you with the wedding organization. helping you to choose your wedding dress and wedding cake, searching places where you'd like to have the wedding. she called you and said that she found new places you'd like. you agreed on meeting at your usual coffee shop. after almost twenty minutes, you both were there. hugging each other like you haven't seen each other yesterday. you both ordered your coffees and sat in a suitable place. she took off photos from her bag and put them all on the table.
''so, i found three new places that you both may like. they are at hotel's but they have excellent views, trust me.'' she showed you the first place which looked like a wineyard. second was just in a high place, and the view wasn't the best. and the final one was the best one for you. you already forgot the past two places. it had a huge oak tree in it, maybe it was over 200 hundred years old.
she started to give you information about each place. but you couldn't help but stare at the magical tree, it looked like from your dreams. but you couldn't marry him there. you didn't want to admit yourself that he wasn't worthy to marry there
''hello?? [name] are you even listening?''
''yeah yeah, i was thinking about the first one.''
''oh really? i thought you were gonna choose the last one.'' you just smiled at her and concentrated on what was she saying.
after sitting there for forty minutes, you said goodbye to each other before going on your ways. when you were close to the bus station, you bumped into a man and he fell. you gasped and immediately kneeled next to him. ''sir, sir are you okay? i apologize, sir? sir!'' the man groaned with his raspy voice and opened his eyes, looking at your face. you were concerned about him, knowing nothing about what to do.
when you looked at his face closer, you realized he looked familiar to you. but where was he from? he was so skinny, his hair was long and greasy, his lips were dry and ooh, those big pretty brown eyes... you would recognize them everywhere and anytime.
"john..?"
he looked at you for a couple of seconds. he then got up and started to walk opposite to you. you too got up and ran after him. "john, john it's me, [name]! don't you remember me?" you tried to grab his arm but he flinched.
"i'm sorry, i didn't mean to scare you. can we just talk, please?" you pleaded. he was looking at you strangely. you smiled to yourself. "i wasn't really expecting you to remember me."
"how can i forget you? you're one of the things that didn't fade away from my mind."
you took him to your house to ask and talk with him about million things. but he wasn't looking good. so you decided to heat him soup. his hands were kind of shaking and when he tasted the soup, he finished it within seconds. was he hungry, or just hadn't tasted homemade food for a long time? you were watching him in misery. your eyes suddenly moved to his arms.
"what... what happened to your arms?" your voice was shaking. he looked at his arms. "oh i, got them after my house got burned." you said "sorry" in a quiet tone.
when the atmosphere got comfortable, you asked him your questions in order. choosing careful words to not hurt him.
about forty minutes have passed. "it... it was really nice to see you again [name]." he smiled at you. you smiled at him too "same, goes for me." he
then noticed the pictures of you and your fianceé. "you're married?" he asked.
"i'm engaged. we’re planning to marry in august."
"oh, congratulations then." he smiled at you. but you could feel sadness behind it. "thanks" was the only answer you could say.
"well then, I should get going." he stood and started to walk to the door. you walked behind him and stopped him.
"john," you gently held his arm. making him look at you. "you said yourself that you don't wanna live like this anymore. you're hurting yourself both mentally and physically," you then gently caressed his scars. "i, i don't want you to join the '27 club'. you're too young to waste your life. i'm sure that your old bandmates think about that too. we all don't wanna see dying." you gulped. "let me help you."
his eyes were filled now. he shut them and sobbed. then nodded. he hugged you tightly. your eyes too, got filled. you then hugged him back.
you found a program on a hospital named las encinas and registered him on it. you would visit him there often. and you would bring your record player and a couple of vinyls you both loved. you would sing, dance laugh together. your fiancée, on the other hand, wasn't really happy about you visiting and spending time with him. you would convince him that you were only doing these to make him better.
you also noticed he was healthily gaining weight. that made you happy, to see him getting better and better.
after months, he was finally back from hospital. the guys were joyful to see him healthily again. they asked him to join the band again. he was happy to reunite with them. and they started to record their new album, californication.
you were blissful for him. he deserved to be happy again. you felt like a heavy lift just left your body. no more hunting ghosts, you thought.
oh you were so wrong...
you still loved him. you thought hearts and thoughts faded away but they didn't. it pained you. it pained you because you were engaged to someone else. sure you loved your fiancée, but you loved john more. and maybe the thing you loved about him was his love for you, his caring. after you ended things with john, he was by your side when you needed comfort, a love...
you took a deep breath and shared your thoughts with your fianceé. you didn't understand if he was furious, heartbroken or understanding. he yelled to you while comparing himself with john. telling you that he was better than him. he then sat and started crying silently. then giving you an apologetic smile.
"i always loved you. i always loved your presence. i loved being your 'the true one' but guess i was wrong. i wish you nothing more than happiness. take care of yourself, [name]. and don't forget that i'm always by your side. even if not physically."
you hugged him before apologizing to him and thanking him at the same time. you were glad that you separated your ways in a good way.
one day, john asked you if you two could hang out in his house. you agreed on and went to his house. he then greeted you with a heartwarming smile, inviting you in. bell bottom blues by derek and the dominos was playing on the record player.
he cooked for you lasagna and brought a fine wine. you two sat across from each other and started to talk about each other's life, random things and music. after finishing the dinner, you helped him wash dishes. you two then sat on the couch and started to watch SNL.
then you realized that the record player was still playing. you turned your gaze on it. now it was playing layla. you smiled to yourself and went next to the record player. dancing like you wanted. john chuckled at you and after shutting the TV down, he went next to you. you two were dancing like idiots but who cared? you were having fun.
after the last song, you two sat on the couch again, laughing at each other and resting in comfortable silence. after a couple of minutes, he started to talk. "so july is nearly over." you sighed. "i didn't tell you, did i..?" he shook his head. you turned your gaze at somewhere else.
"we... no, i, broke off the engagement." he looked at you surprised. "why? did he do something?"
"no, i did."
"what did you do then?"
you shut your eyes, and took a deep breath. "i, i love someone else, john. and that someone else is you. i never stopped loving you. even after all the bad things that happened in the past, i just can't help it."
his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks got slightly pink. you didn't want to meet with his gaze, but he gently touched your cheek and turned your head to his.
"i never stopped loving you either. never. i feel myself lucky to have found you in high school, i've loved everything about you from the beginning. and felt myself shitty when i started to ignore you, not trying to understand you, lying to you and even though i didn't, it seemed like i cheated on you. i am deeply sorry for everything.
and i am deeply grateful for your caring. thank you for helping me. i never want things to become like that again. i don't want to lose you, not again. i want you to be on my side like i want to be in yours. can we try again?"
you genuinely smiled at him and nodded. wrapping your arms around his neck while crying. he hugged you back immediately. rubbing your back, telling you that if you keep crying, he will cry too. you laughed and let go of your arms.
he was caressing your cheeks genuinely and connected your foreheads. then connected your lips with his, starting a sensual kiss. a kiss full of sadness, longing and pure love in it.
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“ so its you? “
secret admirer ! 💌
scaramouche x fem!reader | modern AU
( the word “you” is used too much im sorry)
“y/n! theres this new clothing store that opened yesterday!” was what the text read. it was from lumine, your best friend. you too were excited and wanted to check out the clothes that they were selling so you decided to go and check it out.
amazed by all the pretty looking clothes that you wanted to buy, your smile soon faded as you took a peek at the price tags to see very expensive prices. “aw man..” sighing and deciding to just go shopping another time since you were on a budget.
*click* the door opened. you were soaking wet from the strong rain outside. even though you knew it was gonna rain, you stll didnt bring an umbrella. it was a long and tired day of school. you wanted to reward yourself with maybe 1 or 2 bags of clothes but you ended up going home empty handed.
the only reason you wanted to work hard at school was to become rich so you could buy most of the things you wanted. snapping out of your imaginary state, you got up and went to the freezer to get a snack but to your surprise its empty. “wha..?” “there were atleast three apples here” letting out a soft sigh after.
all you knew was that you were on a budget, then suddenly you have no food in your fridge. having no choice but to starve yourself until you find a good paying job. scanning the streets, looking for open jobs you see one shop with only one employee. “looking for baker.. hmm ..” you were still thinking if you wanted to apply there because you already knew how to bake and of course, loved to do it but couldn’t continue because you couldnt afford it.
* bling bling * the small bells above the doorway ring as you enter. “hello, may i know more details about the open job?” asking the employee you saw earlier. “sure. here.” he hands over a paper with everything all the details. it payed.. 10k per week. the only problem is, this the first time you were gonna apply for a job so it was a bit awkward to ask. “i would like to apply” “yeah sure hold on.” the employee goes to the staff room and rings the telephone. “someone already wants to apply” “thats amazing!-“ they had a long convo but you couldnt really hear them cause they were in the other room.
the employee returns and tells you to go to a certain building at wednesday 5:30pm. “alright thats it. thanks for applying.” he said after, with a cold tone. “wednesday 5pm huh? i think i can go”
wednesday —
“i have to look my best...” you say staring at the mess you made while trying to find and outfit to wear. time was passing by quickly so you just decided to go with a trench coat and a turtle neck underneath (ik its basic idk what else to make her wear💀).
“oh so your the one who applied!” the tall man said “yeah haha...” you awkwardly reply back. “shall we begin with the interview now?” he asks” “alright” the interview went well but you felt embarrassed because you kept stuttering. “theres no way im gonna get that job” you muttered
laying in bed and listening to music, suddenly you got a text from your boss. you were nervous cause who knows what that text says. opening the text, it says : “good afternoon y/n, as of the job you applied to, you’re hired! first day of work starts next week. make sure you wear your uniform as of then. — boss” oh. my. god. you wanted to scream in excitement. 10k per week will surely be able to pay off all those lacking resources (and maybe some of those clothes)
the stress of getting hired was gone but then your social anxiety started to pile up. what if customers hate you and get made at you for getting their order wrong. “oh no..” you decided to maybe take a short nap and thatll come you down surely (it didnt) waking up to a pile of your own sweat
first day of work — ✉️
“you’re in early” he wasnt using his cold tone today but how he spoke was really bland. it was non-other than your co-worker. “is my unform okay? i just wanna make sure im wearing it properly so i dont make a fool out of myself” asking nervously. “pfft you didnt have to weark the uniform yk” he giggles at you. “but-“ “but boss said? HAHA you dont have to follow everything he says. i mean look hes fine with me wearing whatever i want so i guess you can too” he just kept making fun you “oh so shall i change then?” . “i mean if you want to i dont really care.” he says
there were a lot of customers that came that day. “my my i never knew a pretty girl worked here” a sweet old lady commented “oh haha thank you..” you say blushing. it wasnt common for you to receive such compliments. even the other customers liked you. after most of the customers cleared out, you let out a sigh of relief. “hmm perhaps we should make you a mascot so we can attract more people” your co-worker says teasing you. “hey um i never asked for your name” turning over to face him. he was leaning on the glass display case, one hand just hanging over it and one hand cupping his face. “kunikuzushi” he says accidentally. “i mean- scaramouche you can call me scara if you’re having a hard time pronouncing it.” he says nervously. “whats the other one for?” “huh?” “the other one you said uhh it starts with k” “nothing its for nothing.”
it was a long day of work just a while ago so you decided to make some coffee and watch your favorite show. while you were watching, the thought of scaras other name just latched onto your brain. why was he ashamed of saying it? was he trying to hide it? zoning out a bit, you didn’t realize the episode was almost ending already so you replayed it and decided not to think any much of it.
“good morning!” you say waving at scara. he just looks at you and rolls his eyes while letting out a sigh. instead of wearing the usual uniform, you decided to wear a knee long baby blue dress with little decors stitched on it. scara notices it and decides to make fun of you “PFFFT what are you WEARING” he says. “what about it?” “this is a cafe, not a nursery” he snickers. his laughing was unstoppable. “oh.. does it look ugly? i thought it would look nice on me” your smile faded as you faced the ground ashamed of the outfit you chose. “wait- no i meant like- *sigh* you dont need to change it, it looks fine” scara says, darting his eyes towards a wall as his face reddened . “are you sure?” you ask unsure if he was just saying that to make you look bad infront of the customers. “mhm” he replies, still not facing you.
anyways, the customers weren’t as many today. it was a normal day and you were happy about that. no stress no nothing.
“y/n when can we go out sometimeee you havent texted us in like weeks” lumine texted you and not so long after, kazuha too. “y/n, how are you? wyd nowadays?” kazuha asks. “oh sorry for being inactive guys haha i just got a job and im kinda busy” replying to the groupchat. “OHHH im so sorry y/n we didnt know 😭😭” “we are truly sorry for spam texting, we wont interrupt you anymore” both of them text. missing the days when you used to chat with them daily.
it was another busy day at work when two familiar faces walked their way over to you. it was kazu and lumine! “hello y/n! we wanted to see you again so we came here!” lumine says with a smile “aww thank you guys, but how did you know where i worked?” you replied with a confused look on your face. “your boss posted a picture of you standing next to the cake display and added the location” kazuha says with a :] face. scara just stared at all 3 of you for a second and went back to doing his work.
“theres gonna be a festival here later, wanna come with?” kazu asks “sure!”. it was the first time you didn’t have to worry about the budget since 50k was already in your wallet. “alright, see you there then, goodluck” kazuha leaves with a smile.
“who are they?” scaramouche suddenly asks. “oh they’re my friends! ive known them since kindergarten” “i see.” the convo was a bit awkward cause he just asked that out of the blue and ended it with a bland tone. strange guy.
maybe youll get to know him sometime.
“theres so many food here!” you tagged along with kazuha and lumine to a local festival. it was HUGE. there were so many people and stalls. half of your school was there too.
there were clothing stores too, so y/n being y/n, you go with lumine and ganyu to buy some clothes. there were SO many cute tops and pants and- oh my god, when both of you walked out, there were like 4-6 bags in your hands.
“someone had a fun night” lumine giggles. it was the best week ever. kazuha bought you food after. he said there was no need to pay him back though.
* ding! * it was your phone. someone had sent you a message. it was 2 in the morning so who could it be? “huh..?” yeah lets just reply to a total stranger that messages you at 2am
user1029181910 : hey
“whos this?”
user1029181910 : guess
god this dude was dry.
“umm im sorry i dont really know”
user1029181910 : haha im glad but youll find out soon
what on earth..?
“do i know you in real life?, are you one of my friends?”
user1029181910 : i cant say lol, if i do ull find out quickly
“why dont you want me finding out?”
hows he gonna respond?
user1029181910 : thats still a secret
“everything is a secret” you roll your eyes behind the screen
user1029181910 : i promise, youll find out soon :]
oh he hated using emoticons but hell do anything to make you feel safe talking to him
its been so long since you’ve seen the café, even though you enjoyed the 1 month vacation, you also missed your job.
“whats your coworker like?” lumine asked “oh well i dont really know. sometimes hes cold sometimes hes bland sometimes her okayish. his name is scaramouche by the way” you add. “hey isnt he in your class?” lumine replied “huh?” she then sent you a picture of scara sitting in your classroom. he looked really different cause he didnt have any tattoos (well he probably covered it up because it wasn’t allowed) and piercings. were you really that ignorant of your surroundings? does he know your his classmate
lumine and kazuha were busy cause they got included in a competition so they needed to study and you felt lonely so maybe you can try talking to that anon guy
“hello! do you wanna see the clothes i bought? i have lots to show”
user1029181910 : is that so? can i see?
“ * 5 attachments * “
user1029181910 : they look amazing :] i assume you enjoy shopping since thats a lot of clothes you bought
“yeah i do love shopping :]”
“also did you know-“ you sent a long text to anon talking about your day
both of you just kept talking until it reached night time
“i loved talking to you but i gotta sleep now”
user1029181910 : ohh its alright, goodnight though :))
something about this anon user just felt.. comforting.
you’ve been talking to this anon user for months now and you’re desperate to get to know more about them.
“hey since we’ve been talking for a long time already, can i know the reason you texted me in the first place?”
user1029181910 : okay look, yes, you know me in real life but the thing is, i really like you y/n, ive liked you for years.
“so you’re my secret admirer?”
user1029181910 : i suppose so, but dont go around calling me that alright? its a bit embarrassing
it was a bit obvious he had a tomato red face behind the screen
“alright dont worry :]”
placing your phone down on your bed and staring at it for a few seconds, you jumped onto your bed hugging pillows while your feet were kicking in the air. its the first time you had a secret admirer.
everytime something happens, youll message anon right away. sometimes, you think “what if im too annoying”
but actually, he enjoys talking to you a lot
it was time to go back to work now. just a day without texting anon, you miss him already.
“hello!” your usual happy self said “hi.” scara replies coldly. he also missed you, even though you never really talked to him at work or at school, he still missed you. “you went shopping?” he asks referring to your new outfit. “yeah! i went on a huge shopping spree with my friends last month” replying with a huge smile. “hm. sounds like you”
scaramouche was the barista and cashier so you wondered why he always looked so perfect. you only had one job which was taking the customers order.
“wooh.. that was a workout.” twisting your torso as you speak. “mhm” scara replies. geez hes so boring. “hey, you know i never really got to know you, wanna go somewhere next week?” you ask curiously. “go somewhere? of course not.” he says, eyebrows furrowed. “alright, sorry.” you say embarrassed. why would you even ask him? you already knew the answer you were gonna get. being a sensitive person, you always looked sad whenever you got a cold response. this made his heart ache. “actually, ill go.” scara adds. the smile forming back on your face was enough to make his heart pound.
“goodmorning! sorry im late” “its alright” scara says. “hold on i need to text someone” you reply “who?” “its a secret hehe”
“i just got here now! ill talk to you later :]” you texted anon one more time.
*bzzzt * scaras phone buzzed just as you sent that message.
“scara...?” looking up at him. he puts his phone on the table showing you the message you just sent to anon. “well who did you think it was” he says with his tongue out. scaramouche is your secret admirer! he laughed at your wide eyes just staring at him. “im sorry if i wasn’t what you were expecting” his smile faded. “well, i wasn’t expecting it to be you but im so glad its you!” you reply with a smile. his face turned a light shade of pink m. “i didn’t recognize your typing cause you always used those cute emoticons” you add. “well i used those so you wouldn’t suspect it was me” he says embarrassed. “i think its cute” you giggle.
(an) im sorry for the grammar errors😭 its my first time writing a fic this long
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cielcius · 2 years
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CHAPTER THREE next time
SYNOPSIS a second encounter to open the possibility of love.
FROM THE WRITER hello! hope ur having a good day, remember to hydrate :))
NOTES & WARNINGS wedding planner!reader, mentions of food, mentions of weddings & marriage
SERIES the shoe repairman and his lover
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“Oh, I hear you’ve met my best friend.”
You pout at the voice over the phone, a sliver of humor entangled in your voice to let Kirishima know that you were simply joking. “You mean, I’m not your best friend?”
The man lets out a laugh, nearly breaking the sound barrier that you have to hold the phone away from your ear before he speaks to explain. “He’s my best friend from high school. We were in a construction course but I didn’t think he’d stray to become a shoe repairer—not that it’s bad. I mean, he’s pretty damn good at it.”
You nod, despite knowing that Kirishima can’t see you. “He is,” You pause, almost appalled that you were about to ask this. “Does he seem like the flirty type to you?”
“Bakugou? Flirty? The only time I’ve heard those two in a sentence together was... well, never. He doesn’t really flirt. To be honest, I feel like he’s not interested in any romance that has to do with him.” You press your lips together, unsure now if you should be taking what had happened yesterday as a sign.
“Oh, interesting.” You intend to pause but you can’t find yourself coming up with anything to follow that topic. “Yeah, why do you ask, if you don’t mind. Did something happen?” Your mind has to quickly scramble to find an answer, taking your attention away from yesterday’s moment.
“No, no. I was just wondering.” You laugh it off, hoping it doesn’t sound as awkward over the phone as it does in your own ears but Kirishima seems to buy it. “No problem. Oh, by the way, when does the wedding start again? I accidentally lost the invitation.”
You can hear Kirishima’s cheeky smile and chuckle. “You don’t have to be there until nine, but if you’re not, I’m gonna spam you cause I don’t want the bride to be freaking out over a missing groomsman.” As the wedding planner, you had the honor of staying overnight to make sure everything was in place and to the satisfaction of the couple.
“You don’t think the groom would freak out over a missing groomsman?” You’re silent for a moment, leaving a pause before you speak. “You think he will?” There’s a pause from Kirishima.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he hangs up.
You’re sitting on your couch when there’s a grumble from your stomach, the lack of sunlight indicating that it was time for dinner and time to head over to the hotel you would be staying at. You decide to pick up dinner for yourself at the restaurant down the street, tempted to stay and dine in to enjoy the warm atmosphere but you were short on time.
You enter the restaurant, bustling but not busy that it shouldn’t take them long to make your food. You’re dragging your finger lightly across the laminated menu when you hear the door open and feel a gust of wind hit your back before you’re enveloped in warmth again, but suddenly, it also feels as if you’re being watched closely.
You look up from the menu, half of your mind still trying to decide what to order and the other half just plain curious as to whether or not you were being watched, and indeed you were.
Just a few feet away stands Bakugou Katsuki, clad in a grey button-up with a heavy coat pulled over it to protect him from the spring nightly weather. For a moment, your mouth hangs ajar to greet him but a moment later, you realize that you might not be close enough to do so in such a casual manner.
“L/n.” He speaks first, gruff but acknowledgeable as he nods his head to you. “Mr. Bakugou. Hi. Coincidence seeing you here.” At your formality, he lets out a scoff. “You can drop the shitty formalities, sounds weird coming from someone close in age.”
You suppress a grin into a tight-lipped smile, eyes watching him in amusement as he takes a copy of the menu in his hand. “Of course, Bakugou.” As the man busies himself with the menu, you return to your own copy before walking over to the host with your order.
“Make that two. I got it.” Bakugou walks up to the machine, card in hand before you can have the chance to take your wallet out. So you’re left gaping at the man, even as he’s stepped back to let the next person in line order after getting his receipt.
“Thank you, but you didn’t have to pay for mine too.” The man shrugs, an impassive look spread across his features as he settles next to where you stand on the sidelines. “Doesn’t mean shit. Just paying to cut the line and get my food made faster.”
In a way, he’s right. While the chef dealt out your order, they’d know there were two portions to be made instead of making one and having to start fresh for the same after that. You give a tight-lipped smile, wanting to laugh but the mood doesn’t feel right to do so.
“Interesting. I’ll use that next time.” There’s a yell and Bakugou leaves to pick up a bag from the counter. You can’t hear what he’s saying over the noise, but you suspect he’s asking for another bag as he separates the orders. As he’s about to walk out, Bakugou hands you your bag.
“Sure, but you’re paying.”
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adultswim2021 · 8 months
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Tasty Twosday (Tuesday)
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Assy McGee #16: “Showdown in Magic City” | June 9, 2008 - 12:30AM | S02E10
Hey gang, long time no queef. I was back yesterday, and I actually sat down to watch+review this episode, but I wound up rage-quitting because the Adult Swim app wouldn’t let me rewind the episode to check on some very important detail. Oh well. 
Also, I need to really apologize again. I am being targeted by harassers who think it’s funny to take my Tuesday posts (which, I’ve established, are rare because of my work schedule) and titling them stuff about “Tasty Tuesday”. There is nothing tasty about this day, this post, or this episode. In fact, it’s repugnant. 
In this one, Assy and Sanchez investigate a Miami crime syndicate who are targeting jai alai players in Exeter. They wind up getting a little more than they bargained for when they sniff around their Miami turf. Sanchez is kidnapped, and they leave behind his mustache with his whole upper-lip attached. Gross! The ending involves a daring rescue and Sanchez’s disgusting disfigured face. 
This one has a couple of moments that are at least somewhat funny; the theme song suddenly having lyrics is great. Actually, that’s it. That’s the only thing that’s great. Damn. Sad, but true.
EPHEMERA CORNER:
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The Boondocks: The Complete Second Season (June 10, 2008)
Okay I’ll do the AI thing for this, because I really struggle with talking about DVD sets I never owned. Just go look up a review, sheesh: 
The Complete Second Season of The Boondocks on DVD is a must-have for fans of the show. The season features all 13 episodes, as well as bonus features such as deleted scenes and commentaries. The episodes are just as funny and thought-provoking as the first season, and the bonus features are a great addition. Overall, this is a great DVD set for anyone who enjoys The Boondocks.
This did not mention the two originally-unaired-on-Adult-Swim episodes. Those are on there. 
MAIL BAG
So, I saw the Venture Bros. finale over the weekend. I binged the last couple seasons as a refresher, as well as watching the seasons 1-4 and season 5 recap videos. Season 5 would’ve been good to watch again, but you know. I really liked it! I watched an ILLEGAL COPY because I knew I was going to buy the blu-ray eventually. But guess what? It’s sold out at all the places that still carry new blu-rays! So I ordered it on amazon like I should have, and it says it won’t come for AN ENTIRE MONTH. What the hell? I guess it’s heartening that the blu-ray is selling so well. But damn!
do you like assy mcgee better than axe cop
I haven’t seen a TON of Axe Cop. But, yes.
are you gonna do more Tasty Tuesdays in the future? That was fucking weird.
I need to reiterate that Tasty Tuesday is being forced onto me by some malicious trolls who hate me and they hate you and they hate our freedom. I’ve recieved many threatening letters from them telling me that if I make posts on Tuesday that “it’s over for you” referring to me. This is a twisted game they are playing. I would call it “twisted Tuesdays” but I don’t wanna give these FUCKERS ideas. 
I think my ideal tasty tuesday is spaghetti, steak, and a handburger. I eat all of that before 2PM and I also have a full-fat coca-cola while on my work shift. Then I just snack all night. Nilla Wafers, pretzels, you name it. Happy Tasty Tuesday, Adult Swim 2021!
Wow, what a spread, sounds good to me. But, I refuse! I will not participate in this custom because it simply isn’t real and it’s being perpetrated by enemies. 
Are you going to do tasty tuesday again? I've seen some weird stuff on this website but this particularly is pretty bizarre imho
Okay, I’m convinced that the person whose hacking my blog and making it say “Tasty Tuesdays” on my Tuesday posts is the one writing these Mail Bags. Fuck you, pal. If you are just a fan/best friend, I’m sorry. 
what is tasty tuesday? say it! say IT!
NO!
Will we get an update for Tasty Tuesday I wonder>
>_<
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alexracheltravel · 1 year
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Ho Ho Ho! Ho Chi Minh City!
At 5:00 am, it was time to leave Hanoi. We left early for a flight heading down the country to Ho Chi Minh City, formerly known as Saigon. Our flight was easy. And we had a car pickup ready to take us into Vietnam's largest city.
We weren't sure what to expect. Would it be dirty and run down? Old-style like part of Hanoi? Or modern like Tokyo? We discovered it was somewhere in the middle. We rode alongside some gorgeous parks, long roads, craned necks high at skyscrapers.
We stayed at an upscale neighborhood called Dong Khoi beside the Saigon River. The Myst Hotel was fancy! It had a restaurant, rooftop infinity pool, and beautiful decour, merging modern and classic styles. Our room wasn't quite ready when we arrived, so we walked around the corner for a bowl of pho. That makes at least one bowl per day on this trip! Pho is the best, and this one has great noodles, and a more flavorful broth than other days.
But since we had such an early flight, we were exhausted and our settling in turned into a power nap, and before we knew it, it was lunchtime. There was a banh mi spot not far from the hotel, so we went right there.
When the line for food stretches out onto the street, you know it's gonna be good. Luckily, it moved fast. The shop has been open for over thirty years and sold one type of banh mi, layered with pork, cooked in multiple ways. You layer the chili and pickled veggies on yourself. We split one, but others were ordering as many as they could carry.
We hit the Ben Tranh Market - where we were accosted to buy one of everything. Haggling is hard and we likely overpaid for some Nike Dunks that were probably fake as well as ordering a professor-style suit. We were successful at getting a three for two deal on some shirts, however, so maybe we're getting better.
We went back to the hotel because every day there's a complimentary "high tea" buffet. In addition to tea or coffee, we also munched on snacks: bao, cakes, and more.
Still exhausted and sore from yesterday, we soaked in the jacuzzi in our hotel room. What do bath salts do? We put some in and felt no different.
Dinner was Quan Bui - a change of pace. It wasa sit-down restaurant with an enormous menu and a wide variety of Vietnamese dishes. While we usually have been going to restaurants with one dish, this one had multiple. We ordered flavorful lemongrass and chili chicken, and pork in a caramel fish sauce.
Afterwards we grabbed drinks at Heart of Darkness - an expat bar that indulged in the xenophobic fantasies that poor readers assume of Joseph Conrad and the film Apocalypse Now. These weren't heroes meant to idolize. Although the beer did taste good.
Off to bed. Early rising has been sort of our thing. We're off on yet another excursion to a little place called Ben Tre.
Total distance walked: six miles.
Rachel: Alex, how was your first day in honchi minh city?
Alex: Really good, I can understand why people travel to this city and never go home. The only reason my college friend went home was the pandemic. It's a real international city, you see people from everywhere.
Rachel: and cuisine from around the world too! We've seen a ton of restaurants from Japan, Singapore, China, France, Korea, we even saw gelato! This city to me feels a bit like Tokyo in that sense.
Alex: as we drove into the city, the wide roads, wind alongside parks and gave me California vibes.
Rachel: the moral of the story is this city feels very familiar and excitingly new all at once.
Alex: I agree! And we probably had the best meals so far while we were here. Bahn mi is the number one thing we've eaten so far!
Rachel: I totally agree, tell the people about this bahn mi!
Alex: Alright, imagine, a pig that was crushed by one of those hydrologic presses, remove the skeleton, and of course cook it, so you have a mixture of different parks of the pig: butt, belly, skin and shredded, chopper, and pate. Loaded on top are veggies, pickles, and all on a soft baguette.
Rachel: And don't forget that mayo! I think there is a very real possibility that may was made with pork fat.
Alex: all for the low price of 60,000 vnd. $3!
Rachel: Less than $3!
Alex: Less than $3.
Rachel: not to mention you and I split that sandwich and were very full afterwards.
Alex: you know what restaurant gave me similar vibes than that place? La Taq in SF. You stick your head in and watch the magic happen.
Rachel: It was also great to just walk around a little. My legs are still sore from the last few days. But it felt great to have the last few days a mix of exploring and relaxing.
Alex: So, you ready to explore tomorrow?
Rachel: Yeah! Sad to leave the city so soon after we arrived, but excited to go down into the Mekong Delta.
Alex: I hope you like coconuts. That's foreshadowing.
Rachel: But we cannot finish this day without talking about our hotel.
Alex: It's a mix of elegance and hipster chic.
Rachel: With a throwback to Saigon past.
Alex: I love how the concierge explained that to us. The halls and rooms were modeled after Saigon alleys and with old wooden decour. I mean the amenities are great, the price is reasonable, but it's the style and ambiance that really feels like it reflects our wants for this trip.
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Rachel: I already posted some pictures. Go ahead check it out. Although even the pictures don't do it justice.
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anandasamsara · 1 year
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Hi, hello, im alive and back after a long while with no updates
Still don't have a job, but at the very least the lands mom owned were sold. We invested the money to try and buy a house. It's gonna take a long while yet.
Dad's health took a turn downside. It's probably cancer, which we all already knew, but yeah. He has an appointment with the oncologist in december to see what exactly we have to do. But. His morals also took the same turn. He's not working bc of a medical leave, but he's been dealing with everything terribly. He's decided he doesn't want to stay with mom anymore, he's been a jerk to her these last few months, and im suspicious that he has someone else. Don't have the courage to bring it up tho, mom's not the best but no one deserves this and it isn't supposed to be my problem anyway. So. Not touching that.
Mom's doing some treatments too, so she's been not awful lately. We had an 180 here. Im worried about her, bur can't help more than with company.
And what about me, you ask? Well, as every unemployed adult with close to zero work experience after being fired from my last job, i decided to invest in something, anything, to feel a bit like im not useless. So i bought a cutting plotter machine thingy to start a print shop that also makes stickers. Will have my first few orders in the next couple of weeks as im starting the business during the most busy art times of the year. There's at least 10 artists already planning on working with me, and 3 big artists alleys coming up, followed by a few smaller ones. But, i was stupid and bought the wrong sticker paper for my printer and just realized it yesterday. Now i gotta wait until Monday to see if i can return it and get the right paper, which im not sure its gonna work, so i might need to spend another 300brl (about 60usd) that i hadn't planned on spending. I even considered opening commissions again, but my head isnt in the right place for that yet. Gonna have to move some funds around, hopefully I'll still have money to try out for my specialization in medieval history next month. Bc even if it's being offered at a public university, it's still paid. Go figure.
Anyways, that's update done i guess, fingers crossed that the business go well enough to pay back the machine too bc that was painful. Financially painful.
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