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asha-luvs-cock · 2 years
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AOT GIRLS AS SUGAR MOMMIES FT: HANGE
Includes: Mikasa, Annie, Peick, Yelena and Hange. (Part two tbp)
Warning: Metion of sex toys and light nsfw, mention of guns, drugs and illegal busines.
Reblogs are appreciated!
Modern AU
MIKASA
Spoils you to no ends with dresses and mostly pearl jewelry.
Hates seeing men near you.
Told you to quit your job because she thinks it's giving you too much stress (in which it does)
Yatch dates
Forced you to stay in her childhood home in Japan for about two months because of some conflict between her company and a another company.
She has a lot of rivals and enemies and she's consistently worried about getting you involved.
Teaches you how to hold a gun and fight for yourself.
Will bring you to any part of the world in a private jet and y'all will be staying in a 5 star hotel or resort
Has a collection of yk what I mean toys 😏.
She had a dream once that you were shoot dead right in front of her and she rushed into your apartment at 12 in the morning. It happened when your relationship status is fuck buddies and sugary mommy and baby.
Hired a whole army of men and women to protect you.
Adores you so much and praises you for a lot of things.
Loves it when you cook for her or take of her. Especially because she lost her a mother at a young age that it forced her to be independent and strong.
Annie
Didn't really like the idea of having a partner at first until Reiner told him about sugar babies.
Just like Mikasa she hates seeing men near you.
When your relationship finally got serious she gave you a gun and a bulletproof car of your own.
Cruise dates
Ordered someone from her company to work at yours so that she would know if someone is bothering you.
Picks you up at work everyday at 6.
Loves KFC and she always orders her underlings to buy it for the both of you.
Always has a hand on your waist wherever you guys go.
Spoils you to no ends with food and clothes.
As much as possible she doesn't go home when she has bruises or scars because she knows it scares you.
Will never admit it but she likes it when you act like a big, bossy mom because she didn't have a mother of her own.
PEICK
I won't lie I don't really see Peick as a sugar mommy but if she were to be one she would definitely but a whole new closet of matching causal clothes for the both of you.
Spoils you to expansive restaurants in weekends and tons and tons of fast food during the weekdays.
Owns a mansion but bought an apartment in the city where you both live.
Picnik and High view restaurant dates.
Likes to play games with you.
Has a fixed schedule of leave at 8 AM then coming back home at 6 PM.
Dosen't care if there's unsettled business she will leave work at 5:30 sharp.
She has three assistants because she changed her schedule too spend more time with you.
Likes it when you baby her because she's used to being treated as some sort of bussines conflict material.
Has a grandma in a different country that know's a about you two.
You guys visit her dad every two weeks.
YELENA
Radiates mafia boss girlfriend vibes.
Has at least 1 or 2 sugar babies at every city she goes.
Lolz miss gurl's so rich she has like 18 sugar babies but she dropped them all off when she decided she wants more than just hook ups.
Told you to quit your job so she could always be with you when she has time.
Was wondering why you're keep a relationship with her even though you work for the government and so called "justice" (let's just pretend lolz)
Thinks it's hot that you, yourself can make justice itself.
She could ask you for extra help but she doesn't want to get your hands dirty.
Spoils you af.
Mansion dates.
Yatch dates.
Fancy vacations.
Likes to sit down and watch you while you try to find what you want to buy.
Likes it when you take care of her.
Is a sucker for your cooking.
Gave you a gun to protect yourself.
Bought you a car out of nowhere.
Sees you as her other half and her home.
HANGE
Spoils you to no ends.
Likes it whenever you touch her eyepatch.
She feels comfortable around you because she doesn't feel like she's a weirdo or an outcast.
Rambles to Erwin and Levi non stop about you're so perfect and adorable.
Will take you out on adventurous dates.
Ofc she's always busy and she will always make time for you.
Likes it whenever you bring her some refreshments and snacks in her study.
Has a data book about you and she loves the fact that you find it amazing.
You are their will too live. You are their home.
Has plans on adopting kids with you in the future.
Has a lot of apartments and condominium around the world.
Likes it whenever you sleep on her chest while she's working.
Will do anything for you, after all you are their world.
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dadsbongos · 2 years
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bad dad gojo
Thinking about… Gojo having a child that's in his first-year class but they just fucking hate him…
So obviously he’s older in this au but yk (otherwise he would’ve had you at like 12??)
The type of dad who seems like he’s oblivious to the fact you want nothing to do with him (but then he whines about it to nanami)
Always making plans “with you” (he just tells you to go somewhere with him and expects you to go)
“Here, I’ll flip this coin and if it lands on heads, you’ll go out to brunch with me! If it’s tails, I’ll go out to brunch with you! Ah, tails! Well, I guess I’ll have to meet you at that old kikufuku shop we used to go to all the time. Ten in the morning, don’t be late!”
You never go and you're not sure why he always calls you acting surprised you didn't show
The only reason you even put up with him as a teacher is because he is the strongest, no matter how infuriating that is to admit
Gojo assumes your malice is all just about how often he was gone for work while you were growing up but that’s not totally true
Like yeah not having your dad around sucked but he is ultra strong, so it’s not like you can’t understand why he was sent out so often
But it was all the cheating and lying and seeing how he hurt your mother that turned you away from him, you just couldn’t admire someone like that
It’s such a noticeable difference between the way you speak about your parents btw
“My mother - wow, she’s such a strong sorcerer and even if it all seems lost, she never gives up! She’s such a kind and honest person. She has to travel a lot, but I get it - if I had to send anyone out for a mission, I’d definitely send someone strong-willed and determined like Mom!”
“Papa, on the other hand… He may be strong but he’s absolutely unbearable to work with. He’s obnoxious, loud, arrogant, and what’s worse is he’s always doing that intentionally! God, if he wasn’t our teacher, I wouldn’t even be talking to him. Not worth the two seconds to initiate a convo.”
Gojo tries, but he’s so hard to get along with if you don’t already like him that it’s impossible for him to get anywhere with you
And he thinks he’s super funny
Like that time a group of kids in junior high were attacked in Chiyoda and he called you to ask if that was you (cuz you were sent on a mission near there)
You hung up
Or every time he tries cooking (keyword: tries) and no matter who else is in the kitchen, he’ll just go “Remember that time you were two and I thought I put you in the oven instead of the chicken?!”
You hate that story (“Just shows how incompetent and unready for fatherhood he’s always been.”)
You and Megumi team up against him like all the time
You two found out about his infinity when Megumi tried slamming a see-saw up towards his nuts :D and it didn’t work D:
You two would also do that thing where Gojo would pick you up from school and you'd pretend you don’t know him
One time you two got into the car of a stranger claiming your “dad” wanted them to pick you up
Tsumiki put a stop to that one though🙄
Because Six Eyes is so rare, you end up not inheriting it
But you do get Limitless! (“At least I don’t have to cover my eyes like shithead oldie over there.”)
You’re trying to use the Cursed Technique Lapse: Blue, but it’s incredibly straining, especially because you don’t have Six Eyes but you’re too stubborn to get help from Gojo
“It’d be a lot easier if you just let me train you!” - Gojo, watching you try not to pass out while attempting Blue
You prefer Nanami by a lot and Gojo pretends it doesn’t sting that bad (you and Kento bond over a shared distaste for Gojo, even though Kento is your dad’s old friend)
“Ah, c’mon kid! You like that square over your own old man?”
“Yeah, like without competition.”
Yuji doesn’t get the whole story but he’s glad to have you on team Nanamin :)
Yuji is the sunshine bestie to your edgy dad-hating angst and Nanami is the father figure you both need
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kylosgenesis · 3 years
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Teardrops on Fire
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Synopsis:
Steve Rogers is the last Alpha of the an almost extinct Lycan pack. With only less than 100 members left. Steve must produce an heir to ensure the species survival and reduce the chance of attacks from others. Omegas are rare, and betas have a hard time producing children. Steves reality is finally setting in as his obligation of producing an heir faces a major set back.
Reader is the last suitable omega to mate with Steve, due to the fear of her daughters fate in the pack, her mother kept her hidden from the pack after her own exile. Only her mother, and Bucky's family know of her existence. Bucky is Steve's right hand man, and the packs best warrior! He and the reader developed a friendship and bond over the years, but age forced them to become distant.
What happens when she presents and her first heat cycle comes? Her body is in excruciating pain and a strong fever quickly overcomes her body. Facing the fear of her daughters possible death, her mom calls on the only person who can save her at this point, Alpha Steve! Bucky and the alphas friendship will be tested. The reader will be faced with her love for Bucky or her duty to the pack.
warnings: quick mentions of minor character deaths, A/B/O dynamics
Chapter 1: No longer children
The nights in the outskirts were loud, filled with crickets, and nature! The smell of the woods is all she'd ever known, her mom was exiled from the pack when she was pregnant with her, but only a select few knew of her existence. Those who did, protected her mom out of respect. She was kind and strong, she brought her daughter up on her own in a harsh, and desolate part of the woods. Still within pack territory, but at least an hour journey on car. Following the waterfall all the way to the bottom creek where the water came to a halt, and the cascade fell into a peaceful flow, That’s where she called home. There was only just an abandoned hunting cabin back then, but her mom rebuilt it with bloodshed, and tears. For a long time she managed on her own!
Winnifred Barnes was a kind woman, the only other person she'd ever known, Winnifred was a beta from the same village her mother came from. Every so often she would sneak out of the village, and travel down unto the creek with supplies, and fresh bread to deliver to them. She barely saw her, but her favorite memories involved her. She had a son, his name Was James, but he hated being called James. He went by Bucky.
~15 years ago~
“Here fishy fishy, I’m a friend” she'd had taken out a fish trap to the creek and spent the entirety of the morning watching fish just swim by her feet as they neatly avoided the trap she'd set up “ fishy, fishy please come “ she'd sighed in frustration! Whenever her mom came to the river, she made it look so effortless. She would just sing, and it was like animals wanted to be surrounded by her presence! It never took long for them to catch dinner and return home. “ Maybe it's because you're scaring the fish away with all the talking and paddling your making!” Bucky said with a smirk!
~flashback end~
Looking back, that was her first memory of Bucky. He was older than her. Maybe 12 at the time. He didn't let that stop him from being her friend. He taught her to fish that day! She went home with three small trouts and some catfish. she was stoked to show her mom the progress she'd made! She knew her mother often worried about her. She was alone, but Bucky brought a spark of life and joy into her life, she couldn't quite comprehend.
Years went by like that! She saw Bucky almost every week! He taught her everything she knew now!
They hunted together! Fished! Started fires!
They could spend hours around the woods within their own imaginations. She'd pretend that the king of the forest had kidnapped her, and hide! Bucky would use his tracking skills to find her! He was always the knight in shining armor, and they'd be gone for hours within our own world. As she grew older, she knew his interests would one day shift!
They stopped playing like kids, his body began to change, and her body did too. She no longer imagined the trees were magical , and she was a princess! Bucky no longer was the knight to the rescue! The world started to become more real, and her childlike imagination faded! Along with her favorite memories of Bucky.
It was the day of her tenth birthday! Winnifred showed up with a delicious tart, she was so exited when she heard her voice from across the cabin, her little heart nearly burst with excitement as she raced to meet her. Her happiness faced as she noticed Bucky was not with her! He hadn't come!
He had presented an alpha! He had officially grown up and had a different mindset now, he'd have duties and would soon start his own life. His days without responsibilities were over, He had a new life and had to to help take care of a pack now!
She had cried all day that day, her mom could tell she was inconsolable! Once again she was alone! Her only friend was gone, and it was just the two of them once again! She knew Bucky wasn't dead, but as the years went on without him it was like she was dead to him!
They saw Winnifred one a month at least, sometimes Rebecca, Bucky’s younger sister was with her. As Rebecca grew she too presented! She was a beautiful beta, it didn't take long for her to find a role and love within the pack.
Two years after Bucky stopped visiting had passed, and she was once again alone! She didn't know much about the people from the village, but Rebecca painted beautiful stories with her words about her friends and the guy she wanted to be mated to.
She used to fall asleep to her stories, and would imagine what they were all like! How Bucky was doing? what if she was there? What did being in love feel like?
Secluded from the world she loved books! They were her escape into any world she could wanna be in. As she grew older hunting became less fun, and more of a necessity! Her mother was growing older and weaker, she could see the strain that household tasks did to her body. She no longer sang when she cooked, the piano she used to play sat in the corner untouched, only collecting small specks of dust. Her life, just seemed monotone to her. Wake up, live, repeat! it was like she gave up living, while still being very alive! Losing a mate would often take a physical toll on the body, as well as an emotional one. She had noticed that when her mom lost her Pa, she lost half of herself along with him! She tried to be strong, but without a bond your body starts to become frail! Winnifred said her mother used to light the whole pack with her smile and kindness! She was so beautiful there wasn't a day she didn't have fresh flowers from prospects at her door, and that was long before she presented a as a beta.
She began to take responsibility for housework, gardening, and making sure there was protein on the table. In our household nothing went to waste! We used furs for shoes and clothing, Winnifred had been kind enough to donate us her old sewing machine once she was able to afford a new one.
Coming home from the lake after a long day of fishing, she tucked her old leather boots near the door. They were a couple of seasons old and needed to be reinforced with a new leather, but they were the best she could do with the nearly approaching winter season. Tossing the bucket full of freshly caught trout on the kitchen sink. She took the scales and bones out before neatly placing the fish on the freezer. It wasn't much, but it was enough to last through the harshest part of winter season. They still had a few months to prepare, but she didn't want to be caught off guard. Hunting big game was next on the list, they'd have enough to get them safely though.
After dinner they sat down near the fire! Her mom reminisced about her friends when she was young, and her father. Specially how much she loved him! You knew he was a good man, but it was no secret he had a temper, and a hard time taking orders. It was because of him you guys were banished! Her mom never wanted to talk about what happened, or how he died! She knew it must've been something bad. Despite everything they were lucky to be allowed within pack territory. Being outside a marked territory was very dangerous, and not many could survive the cruel nomad packs that would kill, steal, and rape any wondering females outside of a protected territory.
That night as she laid in her small bed. She looked to my side to see a hoodie. It was so small now! It used to belong to Bucky. She vividly remembered him giving it to her! One day, it got too dark, too soon! The walk back to the small cabin became straining to her small body. Bucky offered his hoodie to provide an extra layer of warmth. It still smelled like him! He smelled of pine and firewood with hints of fresh morning rain, his scent was comforting! Still to this day she couldn't let go of the thought of him.
Little did she know that would be the last time she saw Bucky!
That flashback brought her comfort, and soon sleep overcame her. Waking up the next morning felt as if she'd hunted an entire season, and hadn’t rested a second. Her hips were screamed for her to stay in bed longer, head spinning, and fluttering stomach, she pushed it all aside! She rose up to get herself some water, the thought of a nice warm tea with some fruits and maybe some nuts already alleviated her body, and caused her to salivate at the thought of relief.
As she walked into the kitchen to see her mothers usually tender eyes, She saw the opposite! Her mothers tender smile and eyes had fallen! Her eyes became filled with tears as she dropped her mug. Ignoring her aching body, she ran to comfort her in a hug! She hadn't seen her mother cry often, but at this very moment she sobbed, and looked at her in disbelief! It wasn’t tears of pride, it was pain that filled her words. She knew it was coming! They had hoped when the day came, she'd present as a beta, just like her mother! Her mother was apologizing with her soft sobs and tears. She had brought an omega into the world, the implications of being an omega without status or protection meant that a bad heat could kill her! Or a wandering cruel alpha could hurt her and claim her if I wasn’t careful.
This changed everything! She was an omega!
Bucky Barnes POV:
Bucky stepped out of his pickup truck. His hair was getting too long to handle, but he hadn’t had the time to get it cut. He had been away from the pack for what felt too long. He missed his mother’s cooking and the mead that Natasha's pub brewed fresh every morning. He couldn’t wait to shower, and become one with his bed.
Steve had entrusted him with a supply run for winter. Blankets, medicine, extra food and anything that could be used to fix an electric grid in case the power went out like the last few times. The village was nowhere near desolate or old, but the decline in births and the battles against other packs had left their village vulnerable.
Steve was his best friend! he had inherited the title of the pack leader from his father. He was caring, and would do anything in his power to keep his pack safe and prevailing! Bucky was only a year older than Steve! Growing up with him was the best childhood he could ever imagine. Steve’s father wasn’t as kind as forgiving as Steve was! Steve would often fall victim to his fathers outburst. His father needed a strong healthy Alpha heir, and Steve was small and often sickly.
His dad often reminded him he would never be a leader, and he probably wouldn’t make it past his fist designation season. When his father died ten years ago, little did he know that in only one summer that boy would tower over the pack at 6’5 and had the strongest and most intimidating glare a leader could have! What made him a leader was he had the heart, he was still that scrawny little kid on the inside, but with a giant heart.
Steve had fallen into his role as an alpha so naturally. He made sure everyone was taken care of! He took care of the widows! He made sure that the sacrifices their husbands made to protect the pack wouldn’t be in vain! He’d deliver wood and food from those supply runs Bucky would often make before every winter season. Steve and him were also 2 of the 4 teachers in the village. Wanda and Sam would take turns with the students as they tended to their own families as well. But Bucky knew that Steve was in a hard position, omegas were becoming rarer and rarer. The few omegas in the pack were already mated long before Steve presented. And the few unmated betas had difficulty getting pregnant. Less than 20 kids had been worn in the last 15 years, and that worried Steve! Their pack was declining in numbers and was soon gonna become vulnerable to invasion.
Bucky was grateful that his role as Steve’s right hand man was less straining than Steve’s. He was more of a warrior than a leader. He patrolled, and defended the pack from intrusions. He was the best hunter the pack had. Steve teased him about never crossing his way when he was on a mood, but he just loved the woods. He liked the calm! It reminded him of a simpler time, a time with her! He often wondered, how she was doing?
After he presented he had to leave behind all those childhood memories, it often hurt him to think of her. She was special, and kind. She must’ve been so hurt when he stopped coming over. When his mom first made him come with her to the outskirts to visit a friend, he had been so angry at his mom for not letting him stay over at Steve’s.
Seeing her near that creek trying to lure fish in by talking to them, he knew he’d never be the same! He assumed the role of a mentor in her life. He's spent years teaching her how to hunt and fish, and the best ways to start a fire, they even competed on who could hunt the biggest game. She was a little less than half his age, but she had a fire to her. They were equal in the woods and you couldn’t tell her otherwise.
Then one night they hunted for too long! Night came, the sky opened up to rain, the temperatures dropped; he could tell she was starting to grow tired. The hair around her face became wet, and her lips were quivering. She smelled different than she usually did, It was delicious and intriguing to him! She smelled of coconut and honey, but with small delicious hints of lavender.
He couldn’t pinpoint why he was able to smell her that night, but after driving home he was met with waves of pain and rage. Like he needed to run away, and stay locked in at the same time! That night he presented as an alpha! He realized the world smelled different now and everyone had a distinct smell. But nothing or no one has yet to ever smell as good as she did that night. He was scared of himself; he was an adult alpha now.
Looking back on the memories of her, he thought she’d probably be a lot older now. She probably wouldn’t even remember him. He was not a 16 year old boy anymore he had the battle scars and beard to prove it.
After delivering the supplies around the village and finishing his patrol, he drove home! His house wasn’t fancy or big, it was enough for him to just lay down, and occasionally read or watch some tv.As he pulled up into his muddy driveway, he saw his mom's car, it wasn’t weird for him that his mom was in his house. She often came around to do some cleaning, and drop off some warm food for him when she knew he’d be back from a long day.
When he entered his home there were two scents, his moms, and a scent he hadn’t smelled in ten years. It was her mom, but what was she doing here in his house with a look of pain on her face? Winnifred motioned him to sit down! Her mother looked older, she’d grown weaker since he last saw her. She also smelled different, but it wasn’t her smell! He could scent her, her smell was mixed with her mother’s, but still ever so lovely and potent. There was something scaring him about your smell though.
As to confirm his suspicions his mom met his confused gaze, and confirmed what he already suspected from that hint of her lingering smell. Bucky could barely breath, he felt like he'd received a punch to his gut.
She’d presented!
She was an omega!
He had to let Steve know! It was his duty to let Steve know of this omega, she could save the pack. She was the first unmated and fertile omega in the pack in the last 25 years. To keep her hidden would be a crime against the pack. Steve needed her, he deserved to have this happiness.
Then why did it hurt Bucky so much to give up this Omega?
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meidozangetsuha · 2 years
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Inuyasha is the story of an underdog who is going through the process of learning self acceptance. He struggled and sometimes nearly died for every upgrade he got. He could not even pull or use the Tetsusaiga on his own. Inuyasha is interesting because both the main protagonist and antagonist hate themselves and want to change what they are for different reasons.
Princess half demon is a female power fantasy starring 2 Mary Sues and an Inukag kid. Setsuna is good at everything. Towa is handed everything. There is no struggle. There is no blood. Towa gets inconvenienced at best for every power up she gets. She is also boring, whiny and overpowered.
indeed! Inuyasha's narrative differs quite differently from the next generation's, and thus received a different primary weapon that suited him to that purpose. however, that doesn't change the fact that he was also pretty ridiculous in the power up department as the story demanded. I could talk about this for a long time, but Inuyasha was not a traditional shounen story. Inuyasha is an amazing protagonist i've grown up with- but let's not pretend it's not pretend that the deus exes didn't fall at his feet.
now i can talk a lot about this, because Inuyasha isn't a traditional shounen and was RT's first serious story and suffered rom issues in regards to pacing and the like, and how much Tessaiga sincerely compliments Inuyasha's own journey: but as we compare shounen protagonists, it is funny that we try to claim Towa has so many power-ups as her uncle when she can do... all of three things, and still got her ass kicked by the main antagonist.
"there's no blood" OG anime cut out a TON of blood compared to the manga. Yashahime airs at a young time. weird complaint.
"female power fantasy" ok i'm gonna chose to ignore that very potential can of yikes because i can't tell how earnest you're being or if you just worded htat really badly. granted though it's going to be 2022 in less than 12 hours and i don't trust people who say that and call strong female characters mary sues but:
"2 Mary Sues and an Inukag kid" LMAOOOOOOOOO
i'm sorry, like Moroha didn't pull more techniques out of her ass??? the girl who can use advanced spiritual powers her mom never got to use during her own quest despite the fact she has been RAISED by yokai? at least Kagome we can say in the years following Naraku's defeat after she was 18 she learned from Kaede to use techniques like we saw in the raccoon yokai flashbacks: how the hell did a 14 year old who lived up around youkai who can't use that learn to do it? the answer is apparently completely on her own
Moroha is a natural genius and prodigy in her own right, and significantly more impressive than her own father in the technique and power department despite being much younger than him, and not even a result of his unique origin: she's just younger than both her mom and her father, got a magic sword and learned to use it on her own, and apparently must have experimented with her own spiritual powers to become a badass in her own right after her own useless-ass master died. as opposed to the THREE THINGS that Towa is capable of, I can probably name 5 or more on Moroha's end if I wasn't feeling lazy bc it's New Years
all three of them have powers that were not used by the generation before them, and Moroha by far has the most going on for her with no real explanation as to how. i said in the last ask i answered i actually WOULD have appreciated Towa needing 2-3 eps to fully realize and learn how to use her powers... and and an explanation on how Moroha is this incredibly advanced in her spiritual powers, too.
it's absurd to put one on such a high pedestal and ignore this just because she's your fave. Towa is one of my favorite characters in all of fiction, and while i've loved her season 2 arc there are things about her i wish had gone in a different direction. but we're gonna act like her power gains have been ridiculous compared to the cousin right next to her?
and if Towa is a mary sue? fine! she's a mary sue i love, then! and same for her sister and her cousins, who are also sues~
you have some good points that i've actually talked about with my own friends, it's a shame though it's basically buried underneath what's clearly you just being salty about your fave.
again, happy new year you salty loser <3
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gentrychild · 3 years
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"Where could have he gone? It's plain dark! He can't be very far away!"
She heard her mother said the same phrase for a tenth time already, and each and every single time it was filled with more desesperation and grief.
"I will go to look outside for him again, Akira, I don't think I will be able to sleep tonight".
"Ako, we need to think with our heads not our hearts, this is a very safe area, it is very unlikely he was kidnapped, he could even actually actived his quirk! Let's try to calm down"
"How can even I calm down?!?! If that is indeed true, he could be underground for a digging quirk, in camoflauge, in another block of the city or even flying around and with this weather he could freeze to death! Curse that man for his non-closure agreement! Even if we knew ANYTHING about him, we could think of something but as always, I am alone to figure this by myself!" She said by slapping the door with enough force to make the house tremble.
" 'alone to figure this by yourself' eh? Yeah, of course, everything is yours and only for you Ako, you are the only one whose feelings matter here" she heard her father while going up the stairs, when their faces meeted, his tired expression did not change, but his voice have become a tone softer.
"Kyoko, go to your room to sleep, it is late and you should not listened to this"
She still have her eyes red and swollen for all the crying she have done while looking for Izuku with the Kellers, and so her voice broke easily "D-daddy, I am sorry, I didn't mean to-"
"Oh, it is okay sweetheart, it was not your fault, it was an accident, Izuku was just being a little mischevious, when we find him again, your mommy and I are going to talk with him very seriously about some boundaries, even if he is missing his past family, this is not acceptable behavior".
She felt herself trembled, had she gotten Izuku in trouble without realizing it?
"Are you going to punish him, Daddy? Are you... going to give him back?"
Her father kneeled in his left knee and put his hand over her head "No sweety, I will never give him up, just like I will never do it for you or Haturo, he is one of my children now, and as a father is my duty to correcting you guys when you do wrong, nothing else"
Kyoko listened the words of her father carefully, those words were meant after they broke a vase or were fighting against each other, but were they will be applied if they found out about what she did? What she have done to Izuku? She does not know neither wants to figure out.
When her father left to make some calls, instead of going to her room, she went to the room of her actual real little brother, her real family, she had to convince herself that Izuku was not her family, not her brother, maybe this way the guilt in her stomach will dissapear.
She found Haturo putting all of Izuku's toys, clothes and even his bed sheets in a box.
"What the heck are you doing?"
Haturo turned to look at her with a big smile in his face "Izuku is gone! This means things will go back to normal! Mama and papa will love us again! There were not going to be any nights of crying and screaming because he misses his mom anymore! They will start to ask us again what we want to eat for dinner and play with! Mama will never make me give to that crybaby my dessert so he feels better! Papa will come to hug us first when he gets from the job again, he will never look for his affection first! They will be actually proud with our achievements, instead of waiting for being called mama or papa for a kid whose not even theirs! We won Kyoko! He is gone!"
Kyoko could not believe her ears, his little brother, was really talking of a 4 years old boy, whose barely had been with them less than year that way?
"How can you say that? He is our brother!"
"He is not our brother! He never belonged here! I am glad he is gone! He will finally go back to the family he misses so much! And we finally will get the love that was always ours back!"
"Haturo, you are 7 years old! He is 4! Obviously dad and mom were going to put their attention in him"
"That means they can only ignore us? Like we don't matter? Don't pretend you have not seen mom and dad, she has been talked none stop that she can't just wait to invite her friends to meet 'her new baby', that they will feel so jealous about her having such a precious curlie haired boy, and still having her incredible figure! Everyone will just believe she is perfect! Beautiful, nice and a strong woman who will fight her heart out for a poor orphan kid; and dad... dad has only been with him since he arrived! Watching TV, playing boardgames, buying all the toys the cart can carry, he even said he can't wait for the hour to come home to be with him! They were replacing us! And I am glad that stopped"
Kyoko felt the tears in her eyes, she knew that was nothing but the true, she also wanted Izuku gone, but she was the eldest, being 9 years old, she understood what Hurato don't, Izuku was never to meet any happiness again.
When Hurato broke the green bunny that Izuku had brought with him the day he was adopted, something just snapped in her.
She jumped over her brother, and the both of started to roll around the ground, hitting and pulling each other's hair.
It was only her father the able to pull them apart, to try to calm down, that everything will go back to normal soon and they will be a happy and loving family again.
But little did she know, this was just the first of many fights, that her brother and her will past years without talking to each other, that Haturo's wishes of getting everything lost from their parents were never come to past, it was also the begginning of multiple fights between her parents, of sleepless nights full misery, waiting for something, anything to happen, and even after they have separated, even after she no longer lived with her father and brother, nothing have changed, the years made everything worse, 12 years of misery that were all her fault.
A great way to write the beginning of the end for this family.
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tiriansjewel · 3 years
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find it here on Spotify!
lyric explanations below the cut! (click images for better quality)
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1. The 1 by Taylor Swift
“But it would've been fun
If you would've been the one”
As we start the playlist, Luke and Alex are taking a wistful look back on their relationship in the 90s now that they’ve moved on to other people.
2. Coming Clean by Green Day
“Seventeen and strung out on confusion
Trapped inside a roll of disillusion
I found out what it takes to be a man
Now mom and dad will never understand”
Back in the 90s, both Luke and Alex are coming to terms with their sexualities.
3. Smells Like Teen Spirit
“With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now, entertain us”
Sunset Curve were working towards popularity right at the height of the grunge scene, and I would assume that both Luke and Alex heard quite a bit of this song as teenagers.
4. Now or Never by Sunset Curve
“Keep dreaming like we'll live forever
But live it like it's now or never”
How could I not include Sunset Curve’s own song? They like living in the moment, and that includes their love lives.
5. Everlong by the Foo Fighters
“And I wonder
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again
The only thing I'll ever ask of you
You've got to promise not to stop when I say when”
When you go through adolescence, you crave intimacy with other people. This song exemplifies what Luke and Alex want from each other- to be able to feel, and to be able to experience those feelings on a deeper level.
6. Ocean Size by Jane’s Addiction
“Wish I was ocean size
They cannot move you, man
No one tries
No one pulls you
Out from your hole
Like a tooth aching a jawbone”
Jane’s Addiction was another LA rock band of this time period, and these lyrics about wanting to be powerful like the ocean and having to leave your home really remind me of Luke.
7. All Apologies by Nirvana
“What else should I be?
All apologies
What else should I say?
Everyone is gay”
This song is Kurt Cobain ironically apologizing for his cynical attitude, including the line “everyone is gay” to mock homophobes. It reminds me of Alex- he doesn’t want to be “married and buried”; he is rebelling against his parents’ definition of a correct lifestyle.
8. Freaking Out The Neighborhood by Max DeMarco
“And I know it's no fun
When your first son
Gets up to no good
Starts freaking out the neighborhood”
Emily Patterson and Alex’s mom were probably both pretty appalled by their sons effectively joining the counterculture. At this point, both Luke and Alex are starting to express themselves more, comfortable in who they are and what they want.
9. Hangout With You by Diners
“All I want
Is to talk with you now
And I know that you've got time
You are constantly on my mind
Yes I know that you've got time
To hang out with me
Tonight”
Luke has begun to realize that he likes Alex, and in true Luke fashion, can’t stop thinking about it.
10. Affection by Between Friends
“I'm laying on the floor
We're drinking 'cause we're bored
Oh, I'm looking for affection in all the wrong places
And we'll keep falling on each other to fill the empty spaces”
One night, it all comes out- their feelings and desires- and they decide to begin some kind of friends with benefits type of situation. This song feels like it’s from Luke’s perspective to me.
11. gold rush by Taylor Swift
“What must it be like
To grow up that beautiful?
With your hair falling into place like dominos
I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors
With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door
At dinner parties
I call you out on your contrarian shit
And the coastal town
We wandered 'round had never
Seen a love as pure as it
And then it fades into the gray of my day old tea
'Cause you know it could never be”
Luke is a magnetic person, attracting everyone, and Alex finds him beautiful. He is in awe of him, but he’s also scared about having feelings he doesn’t know how to handle. This song kind of shows Alex’s internal monologue.
12. Can We Kiss Forever? by Kina
“I tried to reach you, I can't hide
How strong's the feeling when we dive
I crossed the ocean of my mind
My wounds are healing with the salt
All my senses intensified
Whenever you and I, we dive”
This song describes their first kiss, obscured from the world, in my mind. Plus, there’s ocean metaphors. You can’t go wrong with that.
13. 18 by Anarbor
“So if you wanna piss off your parents
Date me to scare them
Show them you're all grown up
If long hair and tattoos are what attract you
Baby, then you're in luck
And I know it's just a phase
You're not in love with me
You wanna piss off your parents, baby
That's alright with me”
Luke knows Alex isn’t in love with him, but they both want to try new things. Bonus points for this song having references to frayed parent-child relationships.
14. Boys Will Be Boys by Miles McKenna
“That graduation day, it never came for you and me
Couple drop-out kids, a shotgun wedding's all we need
Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad
Better luck next time
A couple packs a day, pierced nose and tattoos on our legs
No strangers to pretend, we've always been too proud to beg
Sorry, Mom, Sorry, Dad
Better luck next time
Boys will be boys”
This song referencing a “couple of drop out kids” just going with the flow made me think of how Sunset Curve probably never would have finished high school.
15. Just Like You by Three Days Grace
“You thought you were there to guide me, you were only in my way
You're wrong if you think that I'll be just like you
I could be mean
I could be angry
You know I could be just like you.”
Both Luke and Alex have tons of resentment for their parents, obviously.
16. Sunstroke by Less Than Jake
“We've all been living proof
That time won't wait or choose
We know it ticks on without me and you
And I can't have both sides
Letting go or holding tight
I'm burning bright tonight”
This song about being stubborn and time not waiting really reminded me of Luke, plus the foreshadowing of them becoming ghosts and adapting to a whole new world.
17. Saint Bernard by Lincoln
“Saint Calvin told me not to worry about you
But he's got his own things to deal with
There's really just one thing that we have in common
Neither of us will be missed”
This song just made me think about Alex and his Catholic guilt.
18. Bedroom Hymns by Florence and the Machine
“This is a good a place to fall as any
We'll build our altar here
Make me your Maria
I'm already on my knees
You had Jesus on your breath
And I caught Him in mine
Sweating out confessions
The undone and the divine
This is his body, this is his love
Such selfish prayers and I can't get enough, oh”
Part 2 of Alex and his Catholic guilt. Their relationship has become more carnal, and this song maybe gives a little of Alex’s perspective into that time.
19. Church by Fall Out Boy
“And if death is the last appointment
Then we're all just sitting in the waiting room
I am just a human trying to avoid my certain doom
If you were church, yeah
I'd get on my knees”
Here ends the trilogy of songs with religious references. This song is heady and sensual and also includes some nice foreshadowing of their deaths.
20. Bros by Wolf Alice
“Shake your hair, have some fun
Forget our mothers and past lovers, forget everyone
Oh, I'm so lucky, you are my best friend
Oh, there's no one, there's no one who knows me like you do
Are your lights still on?
I'll keep you safe
If you keep me strong”
Here’s another song from Luke’s perspective- talking about forgetting mothers, being best friends, and keeping Alex safe, as long as Alex keeps him strong.
21. Slip Away by Perfume Genius
“Don't look back, I want to break free
If you'll never see 'em coming
You'll never have to hide
Take my hand, take my everything
If we only got a moment
Give it to me now
They'll never break the shape we take
Baby, let all them voices slip away”
Alex struggles with losing his family over his sexuality, and Luke helps him through it.
22. Make Out In My Car by Sufjan Stevens
“I'm not trying to
Go to bed with you
I just wanna make out in my car
And though I'm dying to
Fall in love with you
I just wanna make out in my car”
Another great song about just wanting to exist with someone, about wanting touch and feel and create. They don’t want to fall in love, they just want to be.
23. I Exist I Exist I Exist by Flatsound
“I remember the way you shook
Its a shame that we're not soul mates
Because if i didn't know better
I'd say this feels pretty good
How could i be scared?
When i stretch and feel that you're there
So shut your mouth
Because these words will speak themselves
I can feel them in these blankets
And they're surrounding your figure
Embraced in the quilts
And i cant help but think
You're my missing puzzle piece”
This song is so beautiful- with references to helping a partner through anxiety, and being just like ones mother... a lot of this dynamic in my mind is Luke and Alex reminding each other that they exist, that life is wide and bright, that they’re alive. This gives a window into Luke’s inner feelings as well.
24. Come on, Mess Me Up by Cub Sport
“I found comfort, I fell in love with avoiding problems
But I want this, you know I want this
So come on, mess me up
And you can break me, if you'll still take me
Ruin me, if you'll let me be one of the ones you say you won't forget”
At some point, they become more reckless about their feelings, a little less level headed about their arrangement. Intimacy is an escape.
25. Please Never Fall In Love Again by Ollie MN
“This is what it's like to be lovers
You and me need never be lonely again
Spin with me endlessly or at least until the end
Please never fall in love again”
As usually happens with these arrangements, feelings are caught. Luke and Alex consider making things more serious.
26. Can I Call You Tonight? by Dayglow
“Batteries drain, I get the memo
I think that I might have to let you go
So can I call you tonight?
I'm trying to make up my mind
Just how I feel
Could you tell me what's real?”
The end of their relationship is near, and Alex is unsure. You can decide if this takes place before or after they die.
27. Wicked Game by Chris Isaak
“I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
No, I don't wanna fall in love with you”
Eventually these relationships all start to feel like games, don’t they?
28. Perfect by The Smashing Pumpkins
“So far I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was
Angel, you know it's not the end
We'll always be good friends”
Another song about the end of a relationship, and finding yourself again. There’s a bit of resentment there, but they are learning to be friends again.
29. Miss Missing You by Fall Out Boy
“Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight
Let the fire breathe me back to life
Baby you were my picket fence
I miss missing you, now and then”
They’ve gotten over each other and become friends again, but are still nostalgic for the past. Bonus points for references about coming back to life.
30. Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) by Green Day
“For what it's worth
It was worth all the while
It's something unpredictable
But in the end it's right
I hope you had the time of your life”
Ah yes, the song everyone uses to commemorate bittersweet ends- it’s the perfect clincher for this playlist.
I hope you all enjoy listening!
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hot-wiings · 4 years
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Christmas Prompts #9 And #11.
Tip Jar
[Edited: 12-11-19]
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You were sitting in bed when your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo, came inside your room. You blushed as he looked around the room. It was an absolute fucking mess.
"You didn't tell me you were coming over."
"I was trying to surprise you."
"Sorry, my room is a mess. Maybe if I knew I was having company over, I'd have cleaned..."
You got up and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend, your fox ears brushing his chin in the process.
"Thanks for surprising me. It's a nice Christmas gift."
You bend over to pick up the haphazardly discarded laundry on your floor. Katsuki grunts in frustration as you do it. Sometimes he hated your Kitsune quirk. Your nine tails got in the way of him checking you out.
Not that Katsuki would ever tell that to you. He had no issue admitting to checking you out, but he knew how insecure you were about your quirk.
"Do you have to clean right now? I just got here."
"If my mom comes in and sees I have a guest over without having cleaned up first, she'll kick you it."
Katsuki starts to pick up your laundry, ball it up, and throws it in your dirty laundry basket.
"Hey, that was clean laundry."
"Maybe you shouldn't have left it on the floor then! Besides, your rooms practically clean now."
Katsuki picks up a big black and gold box that was hanging out from under your bed.
"What this shit?"
"Oh, just some photos and old family relics. Century-old rings. Important things I don't like to leave out."
Katsuki opens the box and rummages through the items. He picks up a stack of photos bound together by a rubber band and starts to flip through them.
"Who's this?"
You sit down on your bed next to Katsuki to look at the photo.
"My Great-Great-Great-Aunt Sylvia."
"She looks a lot like you."
You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. She didn't look like you, she just had a quirk like yours.
"It's a fucking reindeer, she looks nothing like me."
"Whatever. You both have fucking fur."
"Yeah. My quirk isn't solely Kitsune. My quirk gives me the form and abilities of a legendary animal or creature. I'm the nine-tailed fox. My aunt's got the tributes of Santas reindeer."
"Santas reindeer, nice."
You couldn't help but frown as he said that. It sounded sarcastic. You couldn't help but feel he wouldn't want you due to your quirk. Who would want a freak like you?
This quirk ran in your family. Your children would have it. You'd been rejected by guys because of your quirk before. If Katsuki rejected you for it... You weren't sure you'd be okay after another rejection.
"Are you done cleaning?"
"No."
"Can I at least put Christmas music on?"
"Go for it. My phones on the desk, it's connected to my stereo."
Katsuki opened up your phone and went to your Spotify. He knew your password. Having a trustful relationship allowed you to share things like passwords. You trusted him not to go through your messages unless necessary, and he trusted you as well.
"Why do you have a playlist with just 'All I Want For Christmas Is You' and 'Last Christmas I Gave You My Heart'?"
You bit your lip and busied yourself with a piece of clothing. A tear nearly cascaded down your cheek, but you held it in.
"Would you believe me if I said they were my favorite Christmas songs?"
"Your one and only favorite Christmas song is 'Baby It's Cold Outside'."
"It's stupid."
You sat down on your bed with your legs crossed. You cross your arms and dodge eye contact with Katsuki.
"You obviously know that there were others before you. I know there were others before me. Well, the guy I dated before you I thought I loved. He was nice, I thought I loved him."
"And he broke your fucking heart?"
"Around Christmas two years ago he ended it. He said he didn't need a furry wannabe hero holding him back. It's not like I chose to be this. It's not a fucking fursona, it's just the way I look. The playlist was because of him. I guess I never deleted it."
Tears dribbled down your cheeks and fell on your shirt.
"It just hurts. It hurts getting rejected for a birth default."
Katsuki pulls you into his arms. They felt strong, heavy, and warm. You found solace and comfort in him.
"Is this why you're so insec– sensitive... About your quirk? It's not a fucking birth default. I love you okay? I love you. I love your soft fox ears. I love your nine pretty tails. I fucking love it all."
"You love me?"
"So, fucking, much. Do me a favor?"
"Yeah?"
"From now on pretend I'm your fucking first and your fucking last. There were no others before you, and no others before me. If we see an ex, we just ignore them. Forget that guy, from now on your my first and my last."
"Ok, Katsuki. You'll be my first and last love."
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Hi! Again I must say: I’m sorry for taking so long, things got complicated but now I have little bit of time…besides I’m wery picky with translations (as you would see in a moment). Anyway, I was very much excited for and while writing this, since I found myself to be very fond of Faith and her relationship with Tim (they’re the cutest) so I tried my best!
Ps: The title of “Refuge” doesn’t have that much relevance in this scenario, is just the title of the song I was listening to while writing this (I think it describes perfectly how Tim’s and Faith relationship might evolve); in case you listen to it but aren’t really familiar with spanish language, here it is subtitled! But there’s minor errors on the translation:
1.     "Eres como el sol caliente y yo soy marte" wich means "You're like the warm sun and I'm like mars".
2.     "Soy desordenado cuando quiero" the word quiero/querer in spanish can mean several things, normally indicating the yearning of something in a possesive (I want this to myself) or romantic (like: I love you)/aspirational (like: I want to become a writer) way (depends on context) so the most adecute in this case will be "I'm sloppy when I am in love" not "when I want" here is a little deffinition. 
3.     The most correct wording in "let me be, I'll help you" would be in fact: "Let me, I will help you".
 Pairing: Faith O’Neal (@insideoflit OC) x Tim Drake
Summary: Faith is tormented by her past to the point of being unable to sleep and have an anxiety attack, so Tim helps her get through it.
♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤
 12:22 am
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1:18 am
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2:48 am
...
3:04 am
Her head registered every digit drawn on the clock next to his bed, counting every time she woke up;  but something within herself knew that I'd had been more than just 4. Her eyes weighed, but her mind did not stop, she kept thinking ... remembering and everything at the worst moment.
Maybe it had been 5 or at most 8 nights in a row without being able to sleep completely, but in fact, she really didn't remember the last time she had slept peacefully.  Months or even years ago?
She only knew that the situation had gone from bad to worse ...
What she thought was a simple period of insomnia which would most likely disappear a week later, became part of his routine, which had stopped bothering her a long time ago: intrusive thoughts, impossible variations in hidden memories and unanswered questions that would often come and go and multiplied in the dead of night.
And yet this time it was different ... it was a living nightmare.
The intrusive thoughts had quickly escalated and evolved to such extent that they now resonated aggressively, scratching the walls of his head, digging through everything she wanted to forget and shouting at her so that she could feel it in the depths of his being.
An imaginary pain that threatened to break his little head.
In.  That.  Exact.  Instant.
She felt his breath cut short at the thought of having to get used to all this, his chest full of emotions and an uncontrollable feeling of despair.
That's why she didn't think of anything other than running, rising abruptly from the bed, barely giving his brain time to process the situation;  she ran, as fast as his legs allowed her, she didn't care at all if they were going to break… she just wanted to escape from all that and ignore that past she had unintentionally remembered.
The smell of petricor invading her senses causing a feeling of anguish, seeing those memories instantly regain strength and torturing her in such a ruthless way...
—Hey! Be careful!— her thoughts abruptly interrupted to the feeling of his body collide and almost fall to the ground, if not thanks to the arm clinging to her waist preventing her fall.
—Are you ok?—Tim's eyes invaded by an expression of genuine concern, trying to search the answer to her irrational behaviour.
She was so immersed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize the moment she reached the garden and much less had noticed Tim standing in the middle of it…like some creepy scarecrow or something…
—I ...— His mind still not quite at the moment allowed for her words to float in the air in a sloppy way.
Tim looked at the girl carefully, trying to decipher what had put her in that state: her hair slightly disheveled by the gentle flushing of the wind, a cold sweat running down her forehead, eyes flushed, her pajamas had gotten a little dirty  due to his small race in the humidity of the night and his bare feet hugging the muddy floor.
—Come, you're going to get sick like this!— He reproached her gently trying not to overwhelm her as much as possible and guiding her back inside.
The living-room of the mansion was empty, wrapped in the cozy sound of silence; indicating the absence of most of its inhabitants.
Tim told Faith to sit by pointing at the couch with a slight nod, which she obeyed.
—Wait here—he ordered again, before disappearing down the hall that led to one of the many bathrooms and returning moments later with a pair of clean towels, leaving one of them over her head, with a small mischievous smile.
—Don't run like that, Faith, you could have slipped and gotten hurt…—He said kneeling in front of her, his hands on the towel shaking it slightly in an attempt to help her dry.
His calm voice hiding the reality of his restlessness.  She knew…knew she had worried him ... And that look only confirmed it, she had already seen it many times, maybe more than she should;  but it was something she could not avoid and that frustrated her greatly.
But Tim was always characterized by being perceptive and soon noticed the expression of guilt on Faith's face.
—Hey ... It’s ok—The Boy reassured by staring at her, still smiling, because he wanted her to really feel safe.
Tim knew that Faith had trouble sleeping, he knew perfectly the symptoms of insomnia: he had noticed the lights of her room stay on until dawn, dark circles highlighting her beautiful big eyes, her clumsy movements during the day, lack of concentration and had even once heard Bruce scolding her because of her teacher's multiple complaints accusing her of sleeping in class.
But she would never admit it… she "didn't want to be a bother"
Tim allowed himself to caress Faith's cheek, gently and delicately as if she were some kind of porcelain doll about to break.
—Do you want to talk about it?
Faith thought briefly before her eyes began to fill with tears that threatened to slip away.
—No, not really ...— A glimmer of guilt was noticeable in her response.
—It’s Okay. Don't feel like you have to—followed by those words, Tim felt the need to hug her;  his arms carefully surrounded Faith's small figure.
—Just know I'm always going to be here for you — his chin resting slightly on her head partially covered by the towel.
The tears that she had forced herself to hide, began to escape silently with an air of cynicism.
—Dammit— she cursed under her breath.
Noticing this, he quickly bent down again to wipe away her tears with his hands.
Faith was a strong, but stubborn person, many times denying herself the idea of ​​asking for help and this was no exception;  she didn't want Tim to see her that way, in her most vulnerable state;  but she also didn't want to leave, despite all the crying, she found Tim's company very much comforting.
So… she stood there, allowing herself to be vulnerable in front of other people for once in a really long time.
After a few minutes (maybe even more) when she had no more tears left, Tim spoke again.
—It's getting late, you should be asleep and unless Riddler is entertaining the bat, Bruce will be here at any minute and I don't want him to scold you for staying up so late, you have class tomorrow, right?
Faith nodded, releasing a small chuckle upon hearing Drake's motherly but bossy tone.
—Whatever you say, mom — emphasizing the word "mom" on a goofy manner.
He rolled the eyes pretending to be offended but without making the least of attempts to hide his own amusement.
—Go to your room, dummy!—
She raised her hands as if she were being arrested before turning around and running upstairs followed by Tim, who was also heading to his room.  However, something stopped her once she was standing in front of the door of her own room.
She didn't want to be alone ... at least not for tonight ...
A small knock on Tim's door caught his attention off of his monitors, at first he thought it was Alfred about to scold him like every other night for not sleeping or Damian who had arrived from patrol early and couldn't find Titus favorite chewing toy.
But no… there in the door frame stood Faith with a pillow under her arm and a slightly shy smile.
—You're supposed to be asleep.
—Right back at ya — she replayed quickly.
—I’m not the one who has to save his grades on algebra tomorrow, Faith—he said, reminding her of his test in the morning.
—Yeah, well… truth is… I can't sleep…
Her voice barely even believing herself.
—Can I… can I stay here? —Tim flushed wildly almost at the exact moment he heard those words come out of her mouth.
—I… Um.  Yeah  Yeah, sure — tripping on his own words he stepped clumsily into the side in order to let her in.
Tim's room was both a mess and incredibly clean… his desk was the messy part, probably because he spend a lot of his time glued to his computer to the point Alfred sometimes had to brake in and almost drag him outside to eat like a normal human  being instead of just feeding off of energy bars and coffee.
In comparison was the side of the bead, it was so clean. Everything looked almost brand new, since he barely slept and when he did it was just very quick naps before patrol.
—Make yourself comfortable— he signaled the bed before putting back on his headphones and to whatever he was doing.
—Aren't you going to sleep?— Faith asked as she settled between the sheets.
Tim was silent for a moment, trying to find an answer.
—Well ... maybe just for a little while…—
He finally spoke before joining Faith, keeping a adequate distance, which Faith quickly ignored by hugging him unexpectedly, burying his face in the boy's chest.
—Good night, Tim.—
Tim thanked the lights were off, otherwise Faith would have seen his face as red as a tomato.  The girl's touch was comforting and warm so he didn't think twice before reciprocating the hug and planting a small kiss on her head.
—Good night, Faith.
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headshxtina · 5 years
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[halcyon (adj): denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.] [🌌]
[11:45 pm]
"y/n. i'm really tired. maybe you should go alone."
changbin muttered tiredly under his soft and embracing covers which seemed so delicious for a man who had been busy working for seven hours straight, his feet poking out from the covers because it was covering all of his head.
"it wouldn't be fun then... i didn't remember that you were tired. i really wanted us to go for a stroll upon the streets and the hill back there across the park. i wanted to do something for you, like pay stuff for you completely, you know."
"and why's that?" he whined and breathed into his fluffy pillow, pretending not to know.
"your birthday, you asshat."
"but you've already given me some stuff this morning..."
"not enough. you always ask to pay for me. not fair." you stated, feeling like a mom. you wanted to make him feel like the most precious and protected person on his birthday, to reciprocate the care he had always given you with willing. the day wherein he was born twenty years ago, the day where the stars had connected to gawk down and take care, meanwhile handing the multiple wonders of talent down to a little boy.
you wonder if his stars had also noticed your stars that you guys would meet on a faithful day.
"well. good night, love." the endearing words left your lips as you exhaled sadly while pulling the door out and had just walked a few steps only to meet with a slight accidental push from someone.
"nevermind. lets stroll."
without a second for you to comprehend and make out who was pushing you, a slightly cracked voice called.
"changbin?"
"come on, princess. i made up my mind. it'd be fine anyways. i've had enough sleep." he said, locking the door as you two beckoned to get out of the house.
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[12:00 am]
the slightly chilly air of autumn swept over the affectionate connection the two of you. your hands never left along with the little night exercise you two were doing.
"changbin," you started. "how was the day?"
"great, everyone was wishing me happy birthday. chan gave me a big ass pan because he wanted me to continue to learn how to cook." the boy confessed, eyes looking forward to avoid the embarrassment.
you mocked his confession, "ohhh, he should be!"
"oh my god, shut." changbin chuckled while hitting your arm, making you hit back because of reflex.
the laughter was still lingering among you two when the bell of the convenience store rang as a respond to your appearance.
"I CAN COOK! i can make a lot of dishes now." he laughed loudly, making you two seemed like two annoying pricks messing up the quiet space.
"funny how you're learning to cook because of embarrassment."
"no. actually, it's just a particle. the main reason is because..."
you made no response, eyeing the mischevious and incomprehensive glint in his brown eyes, those who were now avoiding your gaze.
"i want to cook for you, you know..."
you let out a mere laugh. "oh changbin, i can cook too. but, thanks, i guess. it's good because both of us never actually cook and need delivery. mainly because i'm lazy, but still."
"and you shouldn't be cooking for me. we should all know how to cook. i should've learnt sooner." he stated with a strong voice.
"okay, mister rich boy."
both of you laughed, picking up some spices. "im paying today, changbin. shut up."
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[12:45 am]
"do you like to go up there? like fly to the moon?"
"no, i wouldn't want to die."
"oh my god... you're so dumb."
now, you two lovebirds were laying down the surprisingly soft grass, on the hills behind the central park.
it was a moment of silence, his shadow seemed to be bursting out with gleam, matching the starry sky, even though it was a very dark and shadowy scenery.
changbin's outline was there, like a sketch the angels have drawn before, his nose, his delicate lips and his masculine jawline, the fluttering eyelashes moving elegantly under his fringe. you loved how the wind was sweeping past his face, revealing his forehead and a pretty smile of pleasure on his face.
every exhale he put out, the way his veins moved merely under his skin, his hand never leaving yours ever since you had been there on the hills, everything about him was so gorgeously planted on by love and care from mother nature.
his eyes seemed to speak his soul, with a child-like wonder gawking at the extraordinary and massively addictive night scene, as if you two were immersed into the sky with a big hug from the universe, matching you next to each other, shining brightly as well. stars fated, never leaving each other as lives kept reincarnating and envolving, and never leave each other, through deaths and reborns.
at the moment you met each other, you started to have a calm and balanced life-style. he kept you company, he made you feel free but still protected. seo changbin, he made you feel great.
"now can you look away now?"
"oh."
the annoying cocky eyebrow raise was there, as a organic representation of the word "asshole."
"oh, shut, y/n. stop fucking staring, i swear. you love me too much."
"and what about it, son?"
"so you need punishment!" he joked, moving inches closer, until your nose was on his, the sound of breathing connecting you.
"y/n. i love you."
"i know."
"no, it's not just 'i love you.' it's more like a kind of 'i love you so much i can't resist' kinda thing. i'm happy you're here with me. i love your company. you give me euphoria."
"changbin..."
"and i think, as cheesy as it sounds, you're essential. you help me understand more about myself. you make me, me. and i think that it's enough for someone perfect as you to be deserving love. you know that kind of middle school first cringey crush? well, i had felt that way when i first met you, it came in reverse all over again. it was so exciting."
"you helped me understand love novels, love lyrics i was contemplating about if i would ever get and write them myself. but now i could. because you give me the same feelings i never knew i needed so much that i came to ignore. but you solved it. you make me feel safe even without you around all the time. that is self-company AND love at the same time."
"it's not like i'm moon and you're star. it feels more like we're both stars, helping each other shine. no attachments, no angry fascination for just a short time. it's long and andearing, the more i realize as i fall in love with you each day. i'm happy i met you."
without a second word, you could feel a soft tear run down your eye at the way he was talking so fast with ebullience, without having to brood nor wonder.
falling into his embrace, you were ecstatic. it was his birthday, but he was giving you so much.
"changbin. shut up."
"so, i'm fine with you here." the words left his lips as he planted the softest kiss onto your lips, it felt like ineffable silk and honey.
"y/n, i'm crying seeing you cry. stop crying."
"fucking coward. just cry you asshat."
- tina
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fly-pow-bye · 5 years
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DuckTales 2017 - “Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!”
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Story by: Francisco Angones, Madison Bateman, Colleen Evanson, Christian Magalhaes, Bob Snow
Written by: Bob Snow & Francisco Angones
Storyboard by: Stephanie Gonzaga, Vaughn Tada, Brandon Warren
Directed by: Matthew Humphreys
Don't eat the cake.
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The episode begins with Scrooge noticing that something is terribly wrong. He checks through his manor, opening a few doors to see. Webby, Lena, and Violet are dealing with a giant beast, Mrs. Beakley and Dewey are messing with a tempest in a teapot, and, in what is specifically deemed "very wrong" by Scrooge, Della actually bonding with a child that isn't the blue one. Okay, he's actually reacting to how they're both dramatically shouting about being the Legends of LegendQuest, but that doesn't seem too out of character for Della. Maybe for Huey.
After checking the whole mansion he goes back to his room, and he notices his seat is occupied by a familiar face.
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Goldie: Morning, Scroogie.
Scrooge wonders why she would be here, and Louie shows up to tell him he invited her in. This episode continues the Louie Inc plotline that we last saw in "The Outlaw Scrooge McDuck!". That plotline left off with Louie having a choice for his company: use Scrooge's hard work, or will it be the choice that Louie would actually pick. That choice ended up being "team up with the untrustworthy frenemy of Scrooge". Louie sees himself as a professional, he can handle this!
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Not even after the opening credits roll, we see that Louie couldn't handle it, as he gets locked into a chest. Louie starts crying, saying that Louie Inc was his dream, and he thought he can be as clever as her, even calling her his hero. Goldie sees through this "crocodile waterworks" pretty much immediately, but takes kindly to Louie's training in the art of cons. That, and she needed a kid for her next con: getting into a "septleventh birth anniversary" for rich families. Who’s the birthday boy?
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It turns out to be this reboot's version of Doofus Drake's big birthday party. Oh boy. Admittedly, the annoying living fat joke being retooled into an awkward and spoiled rich kid with creepy tendencies isn't exactly a terrible punishment for our eyes. When I imagined the Louie and Goldie adventure back when that was teased, I never expected anything like this, that's for sure.
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Going away from that, anyone can guess at least one of those things Scrooge McDuck closed the door on was going to be the B plot, and it's not about that beast or the tempest in a teapot. We learn that during her adventuring days, after Donald and Scrooge would go right to sleep, Della would play a video game called Legends of LegendQuest. Huey decides to join in.
I do like the subtle joke that the "very wrong" epic speech they were doing was during the game's really long loading screen, which takes until this scene to load 100%. I would hate to say I liked it because it was the only subtle joke in this B plot, but I have to say it.
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The rest of this B plot takes place inside the game world. This isn't a case of a magical video game that sucks them in, they just happen to have avatars that look exactly like them with some subtle differences. Della is this strong warrior woman with a strong resemblance to Zero from Mega Man X, with what looks like a scouter from the early days of Dragon Ball Z. I am sure this show is beyond referencing that ancient "over 9000" meme.
Her son decided to go with the joy of being an ordinary farmer who farms under a giant force field, protecting his garden from the bugs that manage to get past it. The joke is that Huey is boring, but Della is fun! Huey kind of reminds me of that other red accessory wearing kid from the other show in this episode, and not the good version of her.
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We see Doofus's party, filled with more Beagle Boys than one might expect. Sorry to say, they do not appear that much. He has all the party quirks that would fit someone of his obscenely rich and richly obscene personality. Instead of bobbing for apples, he has bobbing for splinters. His birthday cake promises that it's not full of hair. Even Louie starts to talk to himself about the obvious joke that it will lead to, until he and Goldie get distracted by the party bags filled with gold.
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Louie tries to take one of those party bags, only for Doofus's parents, or "servants" as Doofus calls them, to slap his hand. These bags are meant for departing guests, and are filled with priceless heirlooms from his late Guhmeemama Frances.
Doofus's parents: Guhmeemama.
Oh yeah, whenever her name is said in this episode and Day of the Only Child, they have to whisper to themselves her name. It gets a good payoff here in many more ways than one.
Louie tries to run off with two of the bags again, this time pretending to leave the party, only for Goldie to stop him this time. Apparently, she does not want Louie to be a bad party guest! Oh, and she wants all the bags. She also will not tell Louie her plan to do so, because he would not learn anything. Oh, and she doesn't know what her plan is. A lot of her dialogue is like that.
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But enough about her way of talking, the "servants" announce that the "universe's perfect widdle (sic) angel" is making his grand entrance. A closed clam shows up, surrounded by angels. It's a scene very similar to a certain painting, and I really don't like where this is going.
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Thankfully, they don't go with him barely covering himself up with a long blonde wig. Somehow, him just popping up right behind Louie is the second worst thing that could have happened with that. As he speaks about how seeing all of his guests with their loving parents reminds him of the only parental figure he knows, he sniffs that some of these families are filthy liars that only went to his party to get his gift bags!
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One of those people turns out to be Percival P. Peppington, a guy that sort of looks like Willy Wonka and has at least enough money to hire Johnny, formerly of the Ottoman Empire, to pose as his kid. I looked Percival up, he's not a character from the comics, and he never appears again after this episode. Exposed, Percival ends up getting sentenced by Doofus to go into a trapdoor into his honey bin.
Percival: Don't you mean "Money Bin"?
Doofus: No. (hits button)
We never see this honey bin, but judging by the sound of bees and Randy's face when he looks down into the trapdoor, one would be wishing Doofus could just wish them into the cornfield instead. Thankfully, Doofus has mercy for the not-so-child actor, as he merely gets ejected via spring.
Seeing this, Louie whispers to Goldie that he can smell lies. He and Goldie will then talk about the plan to expose the two obvious phonies to Doofus, leaving them as the only people worthy enough to grab those money bags. They say this all out loud, because there's no way Doofus would hear them despite Louie's fear about him smelling lies!
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It may be possible that Louie is heavily overestimating Doofus's abilities to smelling crooks, considering who those two phonies are and at least one of their plans. There's Glomgold, with a son named Sharkbomb that always seems to stay on his right arm, and Mark Beaks, who now has a son named Boyd. Clearly, one is way more unbelievable than the other. I mean, Mark Beaks having a kid? Maybe I'm underestimating how many fangirls he has. As he shows off his family selfies, all of them with his kid with the same exact face, he says this:
Mark Beaks: Yeah, I love this, uh, what is this, uh, uh, son!
This line outright blurts out that this son is completely fake, but anyone should expect that. Doofus does not smell this lie, as he just mentions that looking at his family selfies reminds him of his family memories.
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This leads to Doofus sobbing and kissing his father's stomach, which happened to have a tattoo of his Guhmeemama...
Doofus's parents: Guhmeemama.
...riding on a Doofus centaur. Maybe it is best not to ask.
Glomgold also shows off his own family photos, which are surprisingly more convincing than the tech guru's, and Louie has to think fast. Thankfully, a quick trip to a nearby photo booth and Louie's not-too-convincing smiles clears that up. How it seems like Louie isn't even trying and still manages to win just seems to weaken him to me, but don't tell that to Goldie, who now wants to go on the offensive. Who is the first mark? It's not Beaks, as much as they seemed to be setting up for that joke.
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All of the guests get into the pool, not by choice, and Louie tells Glomgold he wants to talk to Sharkbomb alone. Glomgold decides to try his best at ventriloquism while he's underwater to expected effects. He tells Sharkbomb about how Goldie has the hots for his dad. It's cool to see that plot thread from "The Golden Lagoon of White Agony Plains!" get referenced, and that reference also interests Glomgold, who suddenly comes out from the water to ask if it's true.
He tries to cover it up by having his puppet son say "as if", only for Glomgold to take his own puppet son's words as an insult. Considering "Duke Baloney", this whole fight may have a bit more depth than one could see here. I don’t think it is intentional, but that is something.
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Eventually, that fight ends with him beheading his own son right in front of Doofus' eyes. Needless to say, Glomgold's attempt to put Sharkbomb's head back on with his spit does not please the manchild of the day. Doofus decides to send Glomgold to the honey bin.
Glomgold: Don't let go, Sharkbomb!
Sharkbomb: Don't tell me what to dooo! (lets go)
Gotta say, Glomgold and Sharkbomb ends up being one of the highlights of the episode. Kind of wish we got to see more of them.
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Instead, we get to see Mark Beaks and Boyd, the latter of which suspiciously doesn't want to put his head below water! Also, he seems to have the strength of a million and seventy men. I guess he really shouldn't complain. But I have a feeling he can't go out for a walk without rusting in the rain. I guessed this as soon as I saw him, anyway; it would be fitting for the tech guru.
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Speaking of tech, they do cut back and forth between this party plot and the video game plot, and, unlike the last episode, it doesn't do any creative transitions between them. One minute, we're watching Louie plot his schemes. In the next minute, that plot pauses so we can see a close-up of Huey talking about how the fate of the land is in Della's hands...that land being the garden. The joke is that Huey is boring!
Unlike Huey's insistence on staying in his force field bubble and playing FarmVille, Della wants him to explore the world, go to a checkpoint, and use all of that XP he's getting from those bugs to become super-powerful. This is all a metaphor for Huey not wanting to leave his comfort zone even with his mother goading him to do so. How subtle do they make this metaphor?
Huey: Hey Mom? I think I should step out of my comfort zone.
By outright saying it. As an aside, being one of the adventurous nephews, is Huey really the person that needs this lesson?
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Back to the more exciting plot, Boyd sure plays some mean pinball, and Doofus is taking a liking to him. Louie tries to find some dirt on Boyd, looking through Mark Beaks' Waddle profile and looking at all of the pictures with his kid. Ignoring how Boyd has the same face in every picture, the biggest tell that this kid may be a fake is that there's no baby pictures!
Louie: Where are the baby pictures? Beaks would never pass up that sweet clickbait!
Goldie: Click-what, now?
Louie's not wrong, and it's good to see one scam Goldie would never take a part in. However, they need something more obvious. Eventually, Louie gets one, as he gets connected to the Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid's Wi-Fi network.
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Even though Goldie isn't tech-savvy, even she can recognize an acronym when she sees it. Not willing to outright tell Doofus about his new best friend being a robot, Louie decides to just ask the B.O.Y.D. what he did two days ago.
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To make a long story short, it doesn't work out, as the B.O.Y.D. starts shooting lasers out of his eyes. Wow, I guess I can't avoid reviewing shows with laser-eye-using children.
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Eventually, his fake eyes melt, and he ends up falling into the pool. Mark Beaks laments that he's going to need a big bag of rice right before he'll need something to wash off honey, bees, and whatever else is in the honey bin Doofus sent him to. Goldie is impressed, and sends some praise to her not-really nephew about how they should team up on a more permanent basis.
Doofus is really upset that his newest best friend had their eyes melted, apparently at least the second year in a row this has happened. Much like Calvin and Hobbes' "noodle incident" and whatever led to his father getting a tattoo of a centaur Doofus, one's imagination can fill in the blanks far better than even the mighty DuckTales writers could on how that could happen. Only a minute after that aforementioned praise...
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Goldie: Llewellyn Duck, I am so disappointed! Ruining poor Doofus' party, trying to take all the extra bags by yourself! Who raised you?
(a minute later)
Goldie: Sorry, Sharpie, I only work for myself! I want you gone, mister!
Oh, Goldie! For reasons only Doofus seems to know, he decides to arrange that last plan with the help of the BOYD. He's able to do this thanks to him grabbing the phone that just happened to slip out of Beak's hands when he sent him to the Honey Bin earlier. Doofus presses the “Kill” button on the stolen phone, and the B.O.Y.D. rises up from the pool water, mostly unharmed. So much for needing the rice.
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Doofus essentially does his “psycho rich kid” shtick again, saying that his party wouldn't be complete without him beating a pinata, and he wants to hunt the most dangerous pinata: man. As he controls the BOYD, we're left to wonder if Goldie will just take the money and run, leaving Louie to get beaten by a robotic kid.
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Oh, of course Goldie decides to save Louie in the end, putting herself between the rapidly spinning bat and the "Sharpie". Doofus ends up saying this was all a test to see if Goldie could be a loving parent or not. This doesn't completely add up to the cover story, but maybe that was what Doofus actually wanted, as we'll soon see.
Meanwhile, in the video game, Huey finally manages to get out of the "comfort zone" by stepping out of it. This turns the force field off, causing an alien to zap it and kidnap his mom. He initially thinks that he should have just stayed in his comfort zone, but he then realizes he needs to save his Mom. He runs towards the checkpoint, and his level begins to rise. Or, as Della says...
Della: That power level... (scouter explodes)
Oh, dear.
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Della: ...it's over 9000!
Well, I guess they were not above it after all! Do not get me wrong: I don't hate this, and at least the line still fits. Huey becomes a Super Saiyan God The Duke and destroys the alien monster with his raw fisticuffs. That's pretty much it for this B plot; it ends with a scene where Della has to wrestle the keyboard away from him because he was getting too "not comfortable". Eh.
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In the A plot, we get to see the aftermath of Louie and Goldie's plot: Doofus gives Louie all of the gift bags, and Goldie's good parenthood gets rewarded by becoming the new Goldiemama.
Doofus's parents: Goldiemama.
Don’t worry, that’s not the only payoff, and the other one is so satisfying, one needs to watch the episode because I will not spoil it.
It should be obvious even from this episode that being that Goldiemama is not a pleasant reward to say the least, even without the glass dome Doofus is keeping her in. Louie, knowing this, fights with himself with whether or not he should just take the money and run. Goldie did just betray him a few minutes ago. Maybe it would be a deserved punishment to let that betrayer suffer by being in the Doofus household.
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Oh, of course Louie decides against taking the money and running, and goes to the rescue of his Louie Inc partner. This was a turn of events about as expected as Goldie not willing to let Doofus break the living pinata. I mean, it's not like they're just going to shoot someone into the moon...okay, that was a bad example.
Actually, come to think of it, Louie Inc doesn't really come up in this plot. Considering a future episode, he would consider stealing a business opportunity, but he has to find some way to make it technically not stealing.
As standard for my DuckTales reviews, I am not going to entirely spoil the ending of this episode. While it shouldn't be much of a spoiler to know that Louie will not be rich at the end of this episode and Goldie will be rescued, there is a very pleasant scene to see for people who just want to see Doofus' parents get something good for a change, and to see Doofus finally get something he deserved.
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I'll also show this: this episode ends with this oddly touching shot of Goldie slipping in one of the on-the-spot pictures of Louie, right next to a picture of dear ol' Scroogie. Awww.
How does it stack up?
At first, I didn't really like this episode, but repeated viewings did lead me to see some of the good of this episode. However, I couldn't shake off that I didn't really like the B plot. It's not the worst, but it's not great, either. The best part is that it's not the mama's boy this time.
Despite the good moments with Glomgold, and I did like the ending of the A plot, this episode didn't do as much for me as most episodes of this show. I'm not going to send it to the Honey Bin, though.
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dorotheajanegilmore · 5 years
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Closer to you - Chris Evans
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CHAPTER TWO
Dinner that night was lovely. Mom made my favourite meal, chicken casserole and it was so flipping good. You know when you don't have a certain food in a while and you grave it so much and then you finally have it and it's so satisfying? That's this. This chicken casserole.
I sat beside Lucy and Joe on the left couch whole mom, dad and Leo day on the right couch. Alex sat on the floor and worked through some receipts for his and my dads garage.
Dad and Alex are mechanics and own their own garage in town. Alex skipped out on college, he's been working on bikes and cars since he could walk and so my dad decided to go into business with him a year or two ago.
My mother is an interior decorator and artist. You'll either find her in paint stores or furniture stores and then you'll see her in her paint splashed dungarees, holding  four books of paint swatches and fabric samples.
My sister Lucy is a nurse and works at the local hospital. Her husband Leo is a high school teacher who teaches french, which comes in handy when I want to talk to him and Lucy in private in front of family members. And Joe, well Joe's 6 so he's whatever he wants to be.
Holly is a therapist in the city, she has her own office and clients and is a full on boss lady. Her boyfriend Penn is an attorney at a big firm a few blocks away from her office.
Teegan also works in the city, as a freelance photographer. Her photos have been featured in big magazines and she's working on her own exhibit at a small museum right now.
Chloe is a fashion designer who's trying to get her boss to take a look at her sketch book, however it's kind of a Devil Wears Prada situation and her boss is ignorant unless she wants coffee or an Advil. Chloe's boyfriend Jonas is a builder and works around the city doing various things.
It's hard to believe we've all got grown up jobs. Even though my next birthday I turn *cough* thirty *cough* I still feel like a fifteen year old high school student with pink streaks in my hair and working Saturday's at the Dairy Queen.
As we all crowded around the tv in the living room, the fireplace crackling in the background, watching Home Alone, the door bell rang.
My mother was busy creating interior designs on her iPad, my dad was captures by the booby traps set by young Kevin McAllister and my sister gave me a sharp elbow, telling me I had to go. With a roll of my eyes I let my fluffy socks hit the hard wood floors.
I stepped out into the hall and closed the living room door behind me not to let all the heat out of the front door. I pressed my hands to the solid wood door and peered up through the peep hole. As soon as I saw who it was I stepped back down in panic. It was the hot guy from next door. I had just washed all of my makeup off in the shower! My hair was a wet scraggly mess and my pyjamas had Rudolph on them.
Not wanting to leave him I the cold I sighed and twisted the key in the lock. I pulled the door back and acted surprise. "Hi."
"Hi, uh Alessia right?" He asked, pointing at me casually, while holding a small shoe box that had been decorated with Christmas paper.
I nodded and pointed back. "Lisa's son right?"
"Chris." He shrugged and chuckled.
"Nice to meet you properly, Chris." I said and he nodded.
"And you. Uh I just found the box my grandma left you and thought I should bring it over." He held it out to me and I took it.
"Thank you. Do you know what's in here?" I wondered out loud.
Chris shrugged. "No, Nana never said. It's intriguing though."
"Well would you like to come in and go through it with me?" I offered.
"Oh I wouldn't want to intrude." He shook his head politely.
"It wouldn't be intruding, it's me inviting."
"Well..." He stepped back and glanced over at his house before nodding. "Sure, it would be nice."
I stepped back and pulled the door open for him to come in. His sneakers left snow on the welcome mat and he hung his jacket up on the hook.
I closed the door and gestured to the door beside the living room door. He went first and stepped into Joe's playroom. We walked through the playroom until we got to the study. A small room at the back of the house that was lined with bookshelves that were full of the classics. Apart from one wall which left room in the middle for a fireplace and a tv. The fireplace was fake, we could t risk all of these books being caught ablaze. It was just cosy.
A large grey couch was placed in the middle of the room, filled with blankets and comfy plump pillows. A small bar cart  was at the back of the room with sachets of hot chocolate, teabags, various mugs and a tea kettle. My dads hot chocolate station. This room was the epitome of cosy.
"Wow, this is the most homely cosy room I have ever been in." Chris chuckled as he sat at the far end of the couch, his eyes frantically searching the room in wonder and awe.
"Yeah, my dad designed it when I was 12. I was the most anxious kid you'd ever meet. It really helped me."
"You struggled with anxiety?" Chris asked, taking interest in me.
I nodded, feeling strangely comfortable with him. "I had knee surgery when I was young so I took quite some time away from school. I spent six months in the house so when I finally went back to mainstream school and going back to stores and being around strangers and crowds, it hit me hard." I sat down on the couch, leaving a comfortable metre.
"I couldn't even imagine. You're really strong for going through that so young." Chris put a comforting hand on my shoulder absentmindedly. When he realised he had touched me he tended up and awkwardly removed his hand. "Sorry about that."
I shrugged. "It's fine, thank you for trying to comfort me. I appreciate it. Now, let's get into this shall we."
He nodded and I began to pick the edge of the brown tape sealing the two sides of the box. With a great pull the tape lifted and the two sides opened. I placed the box between us and pulled the sides back.
"Oh my god." I giggled as I saw the familiar white paper. "Cheryl always has this fancy paper on her kitchen counter-"
Chris nodded like an excited child, his cheeks becoming flushed. "Yes, for her recipes!"
We each took a sheet and read over them. "I must've asked a good thirty times for her blueberry pie recipe."
"Looks like the nagging was worth it." He chuckled as he pulled out a chunk of paper. He flipped through and nodded. "Yep. All of Nana's recipes. You lucky cookie."
"Well now I have to go to the store don't I." My smile was wild as I remembered all of the hours I spent baking with sweet Cheryl.
"Why's that?" Chris wondered out loud.
"I need baking supplies. Tomorrow's gonna be a busy one."
Chris shook his head and placed the recipes on the couch. "Not to be invasive but would you mind if I joined? I could test all the goods, you know make sure they're up to standard." He nodded, pretending to be serious.
"Are you kidding? If you want the food you have to help." I told him and he nodded, throwing his hands up dramatically.
"Hey I wouldn't mind that."
"Alright then." I nodded.
We continued through box, pulling out photos and little things I had left like a bracelet I had taken off before a baking session and my scarf I had forgotten.
"Would you mind if I kept this?" Chris asked from behind me as I slid the recipes into a plastic pocket I had gotten from one of the drawers.
Without turning back to see what he meant I furrowed my brows and buttoned the pocket. "My scarf? Sure, if that's what you're in to."
"Funny." He chuckled. "I meant one of these photos. I know you're in it so if you'd feel uncomfortable or course tell me to piss off but, I've never seen my Grandma so happy."
I turned around to glance at the photo and ended up stopping. The photo Chris wanted was of me holding a baking tray will Cheryl added some last minute sprinkles to the batter. Her eyes were sparkling and her mouth was open as she laughed fiercely at something I had said. It made me miss her and our baking sessions so much.
I wiped a tear and nodded. "Of course, yeh, take it." I said quickly before my voice began to shake.
"Aww Alessia." Chris rushed to his feet as he saw me cry. His thinking was just to comfort me, he didn't care that we had only just met. He pulled me into a hug and his hand rubbed my back.
I hugged back momentarily before remembering that this guy was a stranger. I quickly put my hands on his muscular arms and pulled back. "I'm sorry. She was your grandmother, I have no right to cry over this."
"What? Of course you do." Chris shook his head and defended my emotional outburst. "You grew up next to her. You spent hours with her. Hours that me and my family really appreciate. When she lost Arthur, my grandfather, she was so lonely and me and my siblings couldn't come back and forth as much as we would have liked. From the photos, I can tell she loved every minute with you. You were like a granddaughter to her."
"Thanks Chris." I said with tear filled eyes.
His kind blue eyes looked down at me and he nodded with a small smile. As we looked at each other in silence, another tear fell from my eye, one that had been on the edge for a while. His hand came traveled up and his thumb gently wiped the heat from my cheek.
Before things could get awkward I looked down and then back up at him. I stepped back and put a hand in my hoodie pocket. "So I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course. What time did you wanna get started?" Great, the subject had been easily changed and we could move on.
"Uh I need to go to the store so maybe like 10-11am?"
"You want to sleep in don't you?" He smirked at me and I nodded with a shrug.
"Yeah well it's been a long drive from New York and I'm tired from...all of the emotion. So yeah, I'm sleeping in."
He chuckled and I reached for the door. I pulled it back to see my mother standing with her fist in the air, obviously about to knock.
"Mom?"
"Oh, hi honey. Uh, Chris?" My mother's eyes shot to his direction and she sent him passive aggressive daggers.
"Yes Mrs Perri?"
"You're girlfriend-" my mom emphasised the word "girlfriend" and I quietly giggled and nodded. Of course he had a girlfriend? Why wouldn't Mr Handsome McPerfect have a girlfriend? "-called and said that dinner's ready."
Chris nodded. "Great, thanks Mrs Perri."
My Mom nodded and turned to walk away, sending me a sorry look. When she closed the had gone down the hall and I heard the living room door close I looked over at Chris.
He was twiddling his thumbs, looking at me to judge my reaction. I gave him a friendly smile and pulled the door back. "So I'll see you tomorrow right?" Pretending I wasn't disappointed. But what did I expect? That he liked me? No way, we're friends. I just met the guy, he's my baking partner. Nothing more.
"Right, yes." He looked and sounded so relieved.
Previously (chapter one)
Next (chapter three)
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Content and trigger warnings for:
- eating disorder[s] (eds), i.e anorexia, bulimia
- me talking about my suicidal thoughts and venting (I'm ok i just need to like... "word vomit" i guess)
- abandonment by friends
- feeling repression
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So i doubt most people on here who follow me know that I suffer from mental illness but I do and have for a very long time. All of the symptoms and effects really came out after my grandfather/best friend passed away when I was 11, 12 years ago. I fell into a hole of depression, anxiety, and disordered eating. From the time I was 11 until I was around 14 I had a very hard time with food. I was suffering from bulimia and I would do the routine binges and purges I had set for myself through the day. I'm surprised my teeth survived all of the stomich acid assaults on them honestly.
I was lonely. I felt so fucking alone in the world. I didn't have many friends. The friends I had were pretty fairweather at the time, as we were kids. They'd hop to the coolest person in their opinions on sight and leave me in the dust, and then come back when they were done, or something happened, whatever. It wasn't stable, and I was always afraid of just being deserted again. My friend who stuck with me, my grandfather, was gone. My grandmother was so in shambles that she doesnt even remember the year after he died at all. My mother is chronically ill, and even though she is and will always be there for me as long as is possible I just couldn't tell her how bad I was feeling. Maybe it was guilt because she has problems that I felt far outweighed mine (haha oh god there's the tears that actually stings).
And my dad is... well.. a dad. Sometimes dads just don't understand things like mental illness, or being an unwell person. My dad loves me. I know that, and I love him a lot too. But he can't understand how these things affect me as he's basically neurotypical in every way. He tries. But I can't find empathy there, and a lot of the time there's misunderstanding when we talk about mental illness. So I didn't tell him anything then either.
I would stay in my room a lot, or be out in the woods a lot. I would scratch up my arms with my nails until they would bleed and I would cry. I felt like I didn't care if I died at that time. My parents raised me religiously in the church and I tried very hard to have a relationship with their concept of a god. But I couldn't because to me in was just emptiness. For me, in that sense, there is nothing there. So my loneliness was running even deeper than just the physical. It was spiritual as well. And idk if anyone reading this has experienced spiritual emptiness, or even is a spiritual person, but please believe me when I say it's Hell.
When I was 14 I rode my bicycle out to a bridge near my home out in the back woods type country. The old train bridge kind with the big cement blocks at the bottom of the pillars holding them up. I remember sitting on the very edge of it just looking down at the cement. I really wanted to jump. Honestly the only reason I didn't was because of my mom. She's the reason I stepped back, got on my bicycle and rode home. Albeit I was crying the whole way home, stayed out in the garden to finish crying, washed my face in the creek and went inside and straight upstairs to my bed and I slept until the next day.
When I was around the end of being 14 I tried repression. I started trying eating normally (which has wrecked me internally, I have major digestive problems as I've always refused to go to a rehab centre, which in itself is not good for me). I started pretending to have a relationship with "God". I tried the whole "cool hip Christian kid" spin from when I was that age until 17 or so. I pushed back my depression, my fears and anxieties and eds to see if I could be happy. And I pretended to be happy for a while. And I fooled a lot of people.
Things weren't by any means okay though. My school work was suffering as it always had, but since the work was harder it was also suffering harder. I picked up smoking cigarettes. I also picked up alcohol more and more. I dated a 21 year old and lost my virginity to him at 16, after much coaxing from him. That was an extremely bad 8 months.
My saving grace and my recharge at the time was a Bible camp I'd attend in the summers. I went for 12 years. Now that I think about it.. that camp was my only constant thing for a very long time. It was always there. And even when it wasn't camp time, the place was so close I could just go talk to the live in managers when I had questions. While my relationship with a god I don't believe in was strained and a facade, the people I met are amazing and have helped me a lot.
In fact, at that camp I spilled a lot of my struggles to my group of close friends. We were just a few girls, only 17 or so. But they had all been through things just as bad as me. Some so close it scared me. I felt accepted by those girls who are now beautiful strong women. So I opened the flood gates of what I had been through. All of my dark times and feelings, thoughts of dying and plans to do it, the bulimia and how it hurt my body, my 21 year old ex and what had happened to me, my struggles in school, my guilt towards my mother as her pregnancy with me put her in her wheelchair, my panic attacks and the anxiety that I'd felt for so long, my loneliness and my desperate want to not be alive. Basically just like, ALL of it. I don't really think that was a gate I could've closed even if I tried at that point. It was just a lot.
It took a while to talk about everything, and by the time I'd covered everything even more young folks like us had come over to sit. I was sobbing. My friends weren't very far behind either. Someone was rubbing my back and another person brought me tissues. I finished and everyone was kinda quiet and sad. One of my friends said "Hey can we all just kinda sit together and pray?" and I said that I thought that was a good idea. So we sat. And we just prayed. Even if they were words floating up to an empty space where I see no god, the solidarity that I felt with my friends and those around showing that they cared about me was overwhelming. I wasn't alone. I had friends. REAL friends who weren't looking for the next best thing. And I didn't feel as empty anymore. Knowing that I had people who genuinely cared for me and everything I'd been through and everything I was made me feel so much more worthy of living, it showed me I wasn't nothing.
A lot has happened since those dark times. I've had other dark times. Anorexia claimed me at 18 as a sufferer, and I still struggle with it to this day. I had a physically and emotionally abusive sociopathic partner in the Autumn of my 21st year. I had a whole 2 year ordeal with someone that I'm not even going to talk about, as this person and I have BOTH put it behind us and forgiven each other and are now friends. I alsp dropped out of high school in grade 11.
But I've had a LOT of light times. I started actively loving my body at 21, which was the first new constant in my life. I took action and got a breast reduction from G to C cup for my health at 18. I left the church and started understanding science better. The spiritualist in me called for more, so I delved into research on Paganism and Wicca. What I found was what I needed. It was the second new constant I needed. So now instead of 1, I had 2.
I live with my fiance now. He's someone who I was schoolmates with in highschool. After a few years of not keeping in touch, we hung out. We got close again. And after a few years we started dating. We've had bumpy patches. 1 break up due to his mental illness (again, it rears its ugly head). But that was short lived. And we are actively improving ourselves while being there for one another. Last March I asked him to marry me to which he said "Well, I was gonna ask you when we got our own place, so obviously yes." (I've dated a lot of people, so I am so happy that it was him I'm going to be with, no offense to any of the guys, girls and other folks I've been with and am friends with). He's my third constant.
I have so much more now than I ever dreamed I could in those dark times, friends.
Moral of the story is:
Friends come and go. But you'll find someone, or multiple people who will care about you enough to stick with you as much as you wanna stick with them.
Don't give up on yourself. You're gonna have a lot of bad times. Life happens and we can't do shit about it. But life also has a lot of really good times worth looking forward to and holding close to heart. You can love yourself no matter who you are or what you look like because you're more than a name or a number on a scale. You're a complex person with real feelings who is worthy of self love. And love from others too.
Pain sucks. Life can suck a whole fucking lot. So much you want it to end. But through all the struggle, the hurt and the mental illness, you still very much deserve a good life. If not more, because you're actively trying to enjoy being alive in a very hard time.
So yeah. Thanks for reading this. I just needed to talk. I felt like I was going to explode and my Instagram isn't really the place to put this.
Take care of yourselfs. Cherish yourself and your time here. Make the best of your situations as much as you can. Hold your loved ones close in mind and heart. And don't be afraid to talk.
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I'm going to post this because maybe someone will hear this over words unspoken, my name is Billy Strange and I still wake up each morning picking up the next piece, I've almost taken my life more then I can count on both hands, from a high school sweet heart marriage of 9 years turned bloody and a custody battle that went from healthy to sadistic over a span of 3 years and 20k, and it was the words from a man I barely knew for no more then 6 months, that has saved me
I see and talk to so many fathers who tell me their story and I so badly want to tell them just to listen to what I'm telling you, I can get you out of this if you just let me a stranger walk with you through it... It never works out that easy but I don't give up and I hope you all read these words and share them to those who may hear it better from the words written by their brother in arms.. any way
I look back for those 2 years I was there and remember pushing anyone close to me as far away as possible so that they didn't have to feel the initial pain or try to stop me, all because I felt like I let them all down...
The only people I kept around me were strangers because I wanted to know if they seen me as a failure not even knowing me.... It was because of that, and them being completely honest about why it was only me that maybe it wasn't meant to be,
(A Satanist told me this and I'll never forget it, it was his words that allowed me to get this far) he is not one for recognition so I won't label him.
"did you ever think that your trying so hard to hold up a world that has fallen all around you...
Maybe you are on the right path and you are only focusing on the things that have already broken, and don't realize that all you have to do is look down at each piece, see it and learn why it was so important to you and then glue it to that small piece you are still holding above you, then go to the next and keep going until each piece has shown you just how strong it actually made you to make it to someone who seen your strength, and can see you just forgot what gave you that strength.
It will hurt, it will make you hate the way you handled certain things, it will cause you to try to give up,
but because you made it a task to see each piece, and put it all back up, you will never allow yourself to give up, or find a rope, until you complete your task, because thats the person you are...
But you have to understand that it may have taken you 5 years to build that first world you now see broken below you, it will take far longer to rebuild it stronger, because you will also rebuild yourself with each piece, and you have to remember to let each piece's glue dry before placing the other or else you will watch it become to stressful and not understand why you think you are doing the right thing but it keeps falling....
Learn each piece then let it hurt, while you hold it in place to dry, let it consume your mind and play it over and over like a movie each piece until it dries, then heal, smile before you look back down for that next piece, and don't ever be scared to place even those bad things you did when not everyone was watching back into your rebuild, because without each piece it will be to weak and fall apart down the road when everything seemed good.
Basically you have to accept that you are on a dark road but to learn to see in the dark it will allow you to navigate later in life when you see a person on that same road and they ask for help.. Don't ever forget how you felt because they may have absolutely no one and will you want to be the one who pretends like you didn't see it. Anyway that being said stop mopping and let's go handle business "
The next section is a completely separate chapter from above but I feel maybe can help...
I want to add to this 4 years from that being told to me and experiencing it in real life, that sometimes you will still find yourself in a sort of limbo period I've managed to pin mine down to about every 8 months, if for some reason I didn't accomplish a goal I set prior and it feels like no matter what I do or try I can't for some reason figure it out, those are the moments you need to find a person you trust your life with because those will be the moments you will try anything to get you out of that mentality because we want to feel that we are moving forward no matter the speed, but to feel stuck and not being able to see a way out or that lost piece that you know is there it's just probably hidden under some of your other pieces..we feel like Maybe just for a moment let whatever is causing you to panic, whether it's rent, a car that is broke and no money and work tomorrow, or you've been jobless for 3 months now and even with all the resumes submitted nothing is available and winter is a cold time to be homeless with no job, or maybe you still haven't got a place to stay so that you can have your children stay with you finally, whatever it is the worst thing that can happen is what you silently keep fighting to not take over,
I just want this fight to stop for one night, I just want all this stress to burry itself tonight so I can try to breathe... What that really means is I'm going to go back to those bad habits I had because it always quieted those fights in my head and if I can just do that I will have a clear mind to find a solution..
I will tell you from experience that once you reach that moment nothing but a person of trust will stop you from taking that hit, or drinking those shots, calling that sexual excitement, spending the money you don't have on the gambling machines, going out on the town with the sole purpose of getting wasted, because we truly believe that we are better prepared to control our vices, we will stop at our limit, what we never realize is that we allowed those vices to retake control by thinking you needed it to breathe.
What will ultimately usually happen is a night of uncontrolled guilt, constant war inside yourself, conscious tears filling up your emotional warhead..
all night this rage of self doubt quietly destroying your confidence, causing you to go right on past that limit of 2 shots, or just one line, or I'll only put 20 bucks in the slots, or I will just flirt I won't allow it to go past that,
because that fight is still loud and now more painful, because you know deep down that you allowed yourself to fall and laying there helpless...I cringe even writing these next words because it's so easy to reach this point of thinking that;
"obviously we were just meant to fail"
"why not right, "
"who really cares if I fail there's, no one here to stop me right..."
"So why should I have to carry this pain all the damn time, why is it so fucking easy for everyone else..."
And that's it...
(Those of you who are reading this and may be in this exact moment please, look at that image that you always hold in your mind of your child's eyes, look at that past moment when you and your daughter would lay under the stars with her head on your shoulder watching the magical pink elephant jump through a black sky as she explains how much she loves you and talks about anything and everything that her imagination creates under that massive sky where imagination always comes to life.... Feel her heart as she paints her masterpiece and ask you to help with the flowers over there by the big dipper so the elephant has something to give her mom,
please don't let your moment die because you have no more left, and no one in your face to help you, please call me I don't know you but I will before we hang up and I won't let you fail the only mission that will keep your children's smile alive for another year because you didn't let yourself fall.)
Cont. - don't Wake up the next day or still awake 12 hours later after all those "friends" left you to sit with your own guilt... Oh yeah, that guilt is now yelling loudly inside your entire soul, as it launches that emotional warhead of tears, oh yeah those evil people why did they let me do this....
Why did they... Urrrghhhhh why did I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,... DO this I can't believe I went back to what destroyed me and actually talked myself into believing this was going to help me....
It's in those tears and self reflection comes a choice that is now forced on you, oh hold that thought your friend from last night is calling, and they want to know if you want to continue this "unhealthy" adventure..
You either respond with a yes and have accepted that you have lost your control, and most times it will set you back 3-6 months or until your money runs out or those "friends" hurt you. And then you realize that all you did was take on more hurt and more pain and that's a scenario that will most likely continue to lead to occasional loss of all reality until you find that piece of your life that you keep looking over and afraid to pick up, and will cause your life to end up in constant downfalls until addressed.
Or you will have addressed that guilt and conquer a small war by not answering, because you are very In tune with accepting responsibility and able to understand that you could have destroyed your life, someone else's life, and now you know that you still are not able to control those periods of limbo when nothing is working. So accept responsibility for any loses you may have encountered, like a drug test at work, or a piece of your dignity, or people you thought were friends...
The first step from that is to immediately have the talk with that person you know will hold you accountable during those periods, 9 out of 10 times that person is who you looked up to as a child whether it's your mom, dad, grandparent, or sibling, for me it was my grandmother.. The moment you can go to them honestly no matter what it was that you did the night before, you have to let them know what that is, you have to be able to openly label the thing that will destroy you, and let them know how important they are to your strength, those tears from that conversation will build a mountain of motivation inside of you... Usually sparking that jolt to get you over that limbo...
Some people can afford to pay those people to help them, for the rest of us we have each other so that's my little piece of advice I hope it helps someone
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It still hurts - July 6th, 2020 12:51 a.m.
I just told the love of my life the abbreviated story about how you impacted my life.
I was in tears, screaming and crying. Why do you still hurt?
I never wanted to end things with you but you made it so difficult to continue things.
What was the point in getting to know me for four years just to break my heart and throw me aside for who? "A dumb fucking bimbo who wasn't interested"
I was interested? I always was. I haven't been in two years. You still hurt.
People being you up nonchalantly and I never understood how I faked a smile to everyone and they believed it but you didn't. Your best friends still talk to me every once and a great while because they used to be my friends too. I cut them off as soon as I cut you off. It still hurts.
I was so used to feeling safe around you that it was fucking uncomfortable and demeaning when I still had to go to school when you weren't there or after I told you to move on. It was a blessing that you never made a move, maybe because you were a pussy, because now I sleep at night in my boyfriend's hoodies and shirts, sometimes on the phone with him. He keeps me strong and independent, you kept me safe. It still fucking hurts.
My mom isn't an alcoholic anymore, although my "mommy issues" are still relevant. Even though I never speak to you I still get angry every time I drive past your house. Even though you live five hours away I still get sad at the mention of your name. I still get defensive when people say mean things about you, and I still only talk good about you to everyone other than my friends and boyfriend. They know you left me hanging, and encouraged the thought of me saying enough. They know that if I even compared to the "dumb bimbo" I wouldn't be hurt.
Your best friends talk about you to me and tell me how you're doing when I ask, only Kyle though. Jon tells me to ask you, I don't. Why would I? I'm happy with my life, family, and aspirations. If I wasn'ti would ask. His family lives in Iowa, thirty minutes from where you do. I'm so scared I'll see you again and have to pretend like I don't know you. I'm afraid.
Your best friends know I'm doing better, they probably don't tell you. I play varsity volleyball, I am a team captain for swim team, and I was on the state team for track. I have been offered a half scholarship because of my grades this year, and even more if my act is up to par. They don't tell you that I look tired, that I still mother my sister, and both of my parents confide in me. They don't tell you that I stopped hurting myself in February of 2019 because I made an oath to Quinn never to do that again. I showed him my box and I have it to him before he left one day and he threw it out of his window. You don't know that I knew about bimbo ever since 7th grade, you don't know how much I tried to move on from you ever since. I told them you could do better, they asked me who better was, I shrugged and told them that even if I knew you wouldn't. You didn't know. I hope you find peace because I did. But you hurt.
07/06/20 1:10 a.m.
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I just posted "The One: Chapter One: Burt’s Beginning Not The End" for my story "The One, The Right and Chosen". #fanfiction
The one
Stu and Burt from Werid City  fanfic
Chapter One: Burt's Beginning Not The End
At above the line hospital. Burt Chund along with his children walked in to Mary, his wife's room with a bunch of colorful daisies his hands. When Burt saw his wife asleep thin, weak and lost he nearly lost sense of balance nearly falling to knees his children to get him up but he was big for a man his age.
But from the thud Burt made on the  floor he made made Mary awake as she said to her children, trying to make a joke, "Leave for your father be, he is big enough to get on his own."
Her children left them be as they went hugging her, sobbing knowing this is would the last time they see since her battle of breast cancer was taking her away. Burt got up off his feet walking to his children and his wife. Mary as she was still hugging her sobbing children and asked them.
"Kids, Me and your dad love you so much but can you leave us alone for a moment we need to chat."
Each of them have gave their mother a kiss as they left. Burt set up the daises in a vase  by her bed side counter she smiled at them and with the strength she had reached for his hand. Burt turned towards held her hand sat by her side kissing her hand.
He told her, "I love you so much, Mary"
"I know that is why you need to promise me something. It is very important for you to promise me to be happy again with out me."
"How can I be happy with out you Mary."
She cough motion for water Burt gave her some. After having some water she cleared her throat and told him.
"I was talking to young man. Before you and the kids got here. I think he is a volunteer nurse he had a smile that remind me of you and when first met. When I gave him a comment on the smile of his we talked about he wished we had a love like ours a love that can get through good and bad and life and death"
Burt sighed "He is young he should be selected already."
"Not if he was born below the line like we were he hasn't so lucky and he feels he will be alone forever and i don't want to feel like that ever. That is why you need to be promise you will fine the one."
Burt trying not to yelled at Mary as he told her "The one? You are the one? "
"I know, please Burt you have to find the one that makes you smile. The one who laughs at your jokes even though they don't make sense. The one who thinks, feels and believes that you and most kind and handsome I have met even though you don't believe so. Be open and happy with what you have, need, and love that will carry you through."
Mary using her strength to kiss her husband as he hold her hating the fact he will have to let go of her forever.
Burt buries his face into his wife arms sobbing kisses her on the cheek to lips and murmurs the words "I promise "
A week later Mary passed away in her sleep. Burt's world felt as if were ending after shortly after Mary passed but Burt did not it was just Beginning to start again for his promise to Mary will help him find happiness in the most unexpected way.
One year later
Burt's daughter was pushing him into the building of "The one that's the one" scientific matching service to finding your soulmate. Burt felt so ridiculous as the doctor strapped his head hat full of sensory and wires he felt a like science experiment. His daughter noticed how uncomfortable he but assured him.
"Dad, come on be open mom, would want to least try. This place highest approval rankings in finding  matches."
The doctor added, "she is right, Burt, and try to comfortable and relax the more stress your might hinder your responses and results."
The doctor turned to daughter asking to leave and wait in the waiting room till the analysis is completed. She agreed and left her father with the doctor as Burt trying to get comfortable he asked,
"How accurate are your matches?"
"Very accurate, this mind sensory 
Helmet will simulate your thoughts and feelings throughly as you answer our questions is that simple, all you have to is trust us."
Burt took a breath reminding himself the promise he made Mary, and told the doctor,
"Let get this done then. Sooner the better."
The doctor began to questioning Burt that would help him find his soulmate
"What's your favorite number?"
Burt answered "6 no wait 7"
"Okay just one answer first that comes into your mind right now will put six."
Burt nodded as the doctor proceeds with the questions
"What is your favorite color."
"Light blue" Burt answered without hesitation
"If you had a genie why would not ask for infinity amount of wishes."
Burt was surprised by this question and try his best to answer
"Because I guess that I am happy with the wishes I got"
Doctor said "hmm " as he noting the his chart Burt wondered why he didn't want his head ache from the mouth of this doctor if did asked."
"If you saw a person that looked like a lost loved one what would do.l
"I would cry" Burt as a man hated to admit but it happen often since Mary's passing
"Last question," the doctor instructed Burt, "Why?"
Burt didn't understand "why, what?"
"Just why?" The doctor asked
"I just want to be happy"
If that the closed his notebook took the helmet off Burt, have signed a document and paid two credits and that his results would come through via text with just address of your soulmate home to be there at midnight for dramatic effect. Burt left meet back with daughter which she hugged and told him how proud she was for him and mom would be happy to see him try to be happy again. After the hug, Burt wanted time alone for walk to mentally prepare to meet his so called soulmate.
Burt decided to take walk on the automatic nature trail he pacing and stoping thinking how could it be possible those questions would lead him to his soulmate. He especially though about the last question just why? And he thought about more he answer yes wanted to be happy, he didn't want pretend that everything was okay but it wasn't now that Mary was gone. God he still missed he would miss her but she was right he need to fill whole and loved again the question was could someone suited for him be able to love him as just much if not more than Mary did.
After his nature walk he went to Mary grace sat on the bench talk to gravestone told her about the one that's the one, admitting his insecurities and hesitation about the whole as. He sat talking to her he felt relaxed and tired and started to drift off and before Burt ended up sleeping past five minutes midnight the text of the address to meet his soulmate. When it turned five past midnight Burt was awaken by the nudge of the caretaker of cemetery,
He said, "Hey old man not wise to sleep in the grace past midnight."
Burt yelled, "Past midnight!" He got his phone saw the text with the address bid his wife goodbye and thanks to the caretaker in waking him. Burt following the gps coordinates of his suppose soulmate he was relived that address was not to far from the cemetery. It was 12:15 am. He was fifteen minutes late not a good first impression to his soulmate, but it was something she would have to get used. He stood by the front door of his soulmate took a breath door on the knock and he was stunned not a woman but a man on the other side of the door.
A man Burt he thought a very young quarter til his age man. He was thin but muscular about the same height as him. This guy Had brown hazel eyes, Burt had felt he was looking at younger him before he met Mary. When this guy said Hi, Burt's mind nearly lost the train of thought but was able to manage in saying,
"Hey, I am Burt"
This guy still looked confused, "Okay, are you..."
"I am the one that's the one."
Burt went into this guys apartment feeling he and him should figure or consider what possible went wrong with their match he thought definitely there was a mistake and together they should both get their credits back.
About maybe half an hour talking with Stu seeing that he felt more than him. It was comforting for Burt to know he was not alone in feeling that way. When Stu asked him if he was hungry and he was in the urge for some good wholesome below the line food at Al's dinner. Burt was happy that Stu same good appreciation for below the line food as much as him. So as they left Stu's apartment Stu said to Burt
"Hey big guy, wanna walk or share a cab."
Burt said "Big guy, what you do think a fat."
Stu felt as if had offended trying to apologize and recover from comment that meant to be a joke.
"Sorry, no just look strong that what meant sorry I tend to make bad jokes."
Burt chuckled, "Don't sweat about kid, I do make bad jokes too, at least both we should ever have a glorious career as comedians. For me I like to walk if you don't mind
Stu laughed patted his back as he answered, "I Don't mind a walk either, let's go."
One hour of walking and talking Burt and Stu made it to Al's dinner Burt couldn't remember how much of good time since mary died. Burt was also amazed how much him and Stu had in common from bad jokes, loving walks than rides, and so enjoying the exact same meal at al's dinner. Burt had to admit he liked Stu he was funny he made him smile he was happy for first time he lost Mary which he didn't realize how comfortable he was with Stu to admit that his wife.
After apologizing Stu admitted something more cosmic than Stu and Burt realize. Stu told Burt,
"Do remind me someone."
" Really, who?" Burt asked
"Actually, I never meet him, only heard of him, from someone. "
"This sounds like an interesting story you must tell." Burt said
Stu began with his story "About year ago, I was arrested from DUI, not proud of that haven't drank since then. But anyway for sentencing I had to volunteer at the hospital nursing and comforting the people were about to pass. There one lady talk with i don't why I told how alone and lost I felt wondering if you ever find someone I could just me with me. And i will always remember the one thing she told me."
Stu stopped reliving that time with wise old Mary when Burt took his hand but on top his and said, "Go ahead, stu, when you are ready"
Stu sighed smiled to have new good friend to be honest with it, so proceeded in telling Burt the wise old Mary told him.
"Be open and happy with what you have, need, and love that will carry you through
Burt let go Stu's hand wipe little of tears from his face, as he told Stu,
"That was my wife, wise old mary. Gosh I will miss her always saying that to me, you were the guy she was talking about before she died, thank you."
"For what." Stu said
"For being their for her, for letting her be wise for you as much for me."
Stu smiled and thought out loud, "That is probably the nicest anyone has ever said to me."
Burt trying to joke to lighten the serious mood, "Then I guess you don't much complementing."
Stu chuckled, "No, Burt I don't, but not as much you have."
As they ended their late night breakfast dinner. He was surprised that Stu was going for hug he thought a simple handshake would be best wanted the hug and he didn't know for the same reason didn't know why smile was coming across his face and they parted ways glancing at each other waving goodbyes both wondering if that was a chance that there could be more than friendship between them.
End of chapter one will work chapter two after my vacation
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