Advice and Trust [NGE]
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Asuka: "Yeah, but that would mean having to talk to my father. Fuck. That."
Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
To answer your questions: It's an Asuka/Shinji/Kaworu story, and one I enjoyed reading very much. I recommend that you go read it.
- Location
- Canada
Aww thanks. I' glad you liked it. This Birthday Candles bit seems cute as heck. Will have to read later.
The Englanderish
Schrödinger's Kuudere Kitty Caliph(a)
- Location
- Califat de Chats
Strictly speaking, all Turing wanted was to be allowed to fuck men. That's even less of an ask than underage marriage.
StorymasterQ
Chief of Weaponized Tropes First Division
- Location
- Denpasar, Bali
We're still talking about Alan Turing, though, right?Strictly speaking, all Turing wanted was to be allowed to fuck men. That's even less of an ask than underage marriage.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
Yes. Alan Turing, cryptographic genius and war hero, who thought he could go to the police and report a robbery and not be arrested for it, silly man.
Not @Turing Decidable who has been known to post in this thread.
Back to topic, I mean, is it really that big a deal that they can't get married for another few years? No one is saying they can't live together. In fact Misato moved out specifically to give them more space, more privacy, and less interference.
Not that it helped all that much.
Not @Turing Decidable who has been known to post in this thread.
Back to topic, I mean, is it really that big a deal that they can't get married for another few years? No one is saying they can't live together. In fact Misato moved out specifically to give them more space, more privacy, and less interference.
Not that it helped all that much.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
It did help some, since they really did need privacy and space. Not just for the issues between them, but because they really didn't want every returnee with Third Impact issues to come calling and want to kill, worship, or scream at them.
Admittedly, this is Misato, and she was also doing her sadly typical move of 'trying to ignore a problem until it fixes itself or goes away', rather than do more to help. It was plain enough that even Shinji noticed. But even Misato knew that attempting to separate them at all, or crowd more people in, even Kaji, would be even worse. So she ran away, but kept in touch. I think I'll have to mention her reaction to things in the next bit.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
More is coming? Yay!
And yeah, it did help. Honestly they needed time to heal, and it's not the end of the world that they got that time. And the bit with the double date was hilarious.
And yeah, it did help. Honestly they needed time to heal, and it's not the end of the world that they got that time. And the bit with the double date was hilarious.
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
By the time they'd reached that point, it had sailed way past Everyone Can See It and into 'So, how long have you two been together? ...what do you mean, 'you're not'?'
Matt R
Giant Robot Pilot
- Location
- North Dakota
That had to make the double date a bit awkward for the other turned-into-a-couple. They look like they're together, but they're dating other people...
"Wait, aren't you two a little young to be swingers?"
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Cue Tsunsplosion in 3...2...1...
- Location
- Canada
Well it's a Eva fic on SV so... there is not a zero chance.
JennyDracos
Eccentric Hugging Lady
- Location
- Chicago
I suppose that was how Hangover came about.
- Location
- RWBY Wiki
I'll confess, every time I see the title 'Hangover' on this thread, I keep imagining the PSY song, and have been making a conscious effort to not post the video.
Turing Decidable
𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕗
- Location
- Belgium
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Why Storymaster, are you hitting on me?
StorymasterQ
Chief of Weaponized Tropes First Division
- Location
- Denpasar, Bali
...Why Storymaster, are you hitting on me?
...Help, I need an adult...
Dirtnap
Kanmusu Affecionado
I think it's safe to say we're all adults...mostly....
...Help, I need an adult...
Timerider
That guy who really should get out more.
- Location
- The End of the World.
The human race is doomed.I think it's safe to say we're all adults...mostly.
- Location
- Voidbetweenstars
Please people have been saying that for literally thousands of years at this point.
StorymasterQ
Chief of Weaponized Tropes First Division
- Location
- Denpasar, Bali
The correct saying these days is: Everyday we stray further from God.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Birthday Candles 4
- Location
- National Capital Region, USA
Screw it, let's do this one live. We don't need no stinkin' plan or whatever!
Birthday Candles 4
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Everyone at the party applauded. Hikari nearly exploded. Misato gave us a bottle of 'fertility sake'. Asuka nearly made her drink it.
New Year's was nice. As was January. And... well, you get the idea.
I managed to coast to February before panic set in. OhholyshitIamengagedtobemarriedandIhavenoideawhatI'mdoing
Fortunately, Asuka was also panicking, so we more or less balanced each other out. Yes, I know that sounds stupid. Shut up.
Yes, I know that sounds more like her than Shinji the Doormat. Benefits of being with her.
Finally I set a date to figure out a plan, and after a long cuddle session with her helped, sat down to figure things out.
....Ok, we sat down and she pointed out I was the baka, she was the genius, so I should hold her beer and watch this while she figured things out. (Metaphorically speaking. Misato's example kind of ensured that neither of us were really drinkers.)
First hurdle couples in our situation usually faced was financial security and a place to live. We had that already taken care of. In fact, with the stipends the reformed UN and Japanese government had handed us, we could have lived the rest of our lives in not-inconsiderable comfort without ever working again. Seeing as we had effectively no financial worries and a place to ourselves already, that was easy. Next came the harder bit: We were both well below Japan's age of majority so in theory we weren't allowed to get married until... 2021.
As Asuka said: "Fuck that."
Option one: Go to the US or Germany, where Asuka had citizenship, and the age of majority was lower. Problem: The US still required parental permission until Asuka was 18, and Germany required talking to Asuka's father anyway.
To which Asuka said: "Fuck that twice."
Fortunately, we had another option besides waiting a year or having to talk to the second-worst father in the world. (Even Asuka admitted no one came close to my father.)
"Mister Ikari, this is very irregular. Neither of you are even 18, let alone 20, and-"
"Should I be calling the Prime Minister's office? Or the Imperial Majordomo? I have both of their numbers. I'm sure they'd love to hear all about the trouble 'The Boy and Girl Who Saved The World' are having with the Prefectural Registry Office."
"M-mister Ikari! There's no need to-"
"Then you can get the paperwork done promptly. We have a date chosen, and we do not want delays."
I was the one making this phone call, since Asuka was busy running a camera aimed at me, and trying her hardest not to scream with laughter. Apparently when I get angry and have to deal with annoying people on the phone, I turn into a disconcertingly close imitation of my father's old 'icy growl and scary face'. On one hand, I hate even being that much like him. On the other hand, the reason Asuka was running the camera is she finds my 'Gendo Ikari impersonation' to be hysterical.
And I like making her laugh more than anything.
So yeah, I browbeat the Prefectural Registry Office with our special legal status and effective blank check from the government. So far, all we'd asked from them was to be left in peace. Now I tossed them the slightly more thorny bit of 'we're 17 and want to get married before we're 18.' They folded.
Well, before she was 18. Asuka picked the date, and I couldn't find any reason to gainsay her choice. It would be shortly after my 18th birthday in June. She picked August 25th.
The day we met.
I admitted it was fitting and poetic, to get married four years to the day we met aboard the Over The Rainbow. She smugly replied that of course it was, she was German and therefore eminently cultured and perfect. I pointed at her not-at-all-hidden pile of extremely smutty yaoi 'romance' manga she had under her bed. She hit me with a pillow and called me an idiot. I pulled her shirt up over her head and tickled her stomach, she blindly dragged my shorts down to around my ankles to make me trip, I fell on top of her...
Our arguments were a lot more fun that year.
Misato was mildly surprised when we told her we were getting married after only 9 months of being engaged, but was happy for us. Asuka's poker face held. Mine almost did, but Misato wasn't dumb. She noticed me sweating.
She looked at me suspiciously. "What aren't you telling me, Shinji?"
I sweated more.
Asuka rolled her eyes. "I should have known you couldn't withstand the terrible power of being mildly questioned for thirty seconds, baka Shinji."
Misato turned her inquisitorial look on her. "Got something to confess, Asuka?"
"Yeah, I'm faster than you."
"Huh?"
"We figure August is both poetically appropriate, and I won't be showing yet," Asuka said smugly, flipping her hair.
"What are yo-....holy shit." Misato froze.
"I mean, come on, you and Kaji have been married a whole year and then some now, and you're still-YEEK!"
Misato picked Asuka up and swung her around. "You little... AHAAHAHAH! You two! How?"
"Well, when a man and a woman love each other very mu-" Asuka sarcastically began.
Misato put her down on my lap. "Oh, knock it off!"
"Come on, Misato. How do you think we did it? Same way everyone else does. And once I got baka Shinji into bed, I hardly let him out. He had years of making up to do." Asuka's smug smile could have put an entire destruction of cats to shame.
Yes, destruction. That's the collective noun for a group of cats. No, I'm not kidding. Go look it up. English is weird.
Yes, I know English now. Asuka made me learn. And German, aber natürlich. You didn't think we spent all of our time laying around stress-testing our bedframe, did you?
Misato eventually settled for being only slightly envious that Asuka and I had managed to catch after less than six months of...trying. Ahem. We didn't exactly plan it, so much as just be really sloppy about protection in the first few months of actually 'sleeping together'. We were kind of enjoying ourselves too much to care, and while we initially panicked badly when Asuka realized she was late, we were 4 months into being engaged, and mostly got over it fairly quickly.
Ok, yeah, there's a lot of qualifiers there, I admit.
It really did test us, how far we'd come and the limits of what we'd achieved in therapy. Asuka had spent most of her life since menarche being aggressively not interested in being a mother. Not after the childhood she'd had, and what happened to her mother. The ugly stress on their relationship Asuka's father and step-mother went through during their many years of trying to have a child of their own didn't help either, since Asuka had an unwilling ringside seat for that until she basically left home entirely for Pilot training.
We had a few bad nights. On the good side, she rapidly got over blaming me for the situation. We'd progressed that much. On the other hand, that meant she had a nasty relapse of terror at the idea of herself being good enough to be a mother, and of being only 17, and so on. At least I could...well, all I really could do was hold her and constantly reassure her (and myself!) that we were not our parents, and we were damn sure not going to be like them or treat our... our kid like that.
We carried on. Focusing on getting things ready was oddly a help, since panicking for the wedding kept us from panicking over anything after that. We could panic about that after the wedding was done.
August came too fast and too slow. So did the 25th.
I wish that day could have lasted forever.
It was like a dream. Word had leaked out, somehow, and the Imperial Household Agency had called us, offering the Palace as a venue. They mostly wanted to associate the Imperial Family with whatever glory there was playing host to the wedding of 'The Boy and Girl Who Saved The World', but Asuka was only too happy to accept the spotlight for us, and as she'd well learned by that point, I would refuse her nothing if it made her happy.
She glowed. I managed not to faint. She truly did look like a princess.
By October she was obvious. By November, enormous. And as December drew close, varying between tremulous and murderous. I kept her calm with footrubs. Lots of them.
And because our lives are apparently never done with cosmic irony, she went into labor the day before her 18th birthday.
For 18 hours.
"I... am... going... to... KILL... YOU... SHINJI..."
"Just breathe, Asuka."
"Come... into... range... I... want... to... strangle... youOOOOOW OW OW OW OW AAAARRRG!" Her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out with the last push. She came around a little later, feeling emptied.
"Are we done? I... is it a boy or a girl?" she asked weakly. We'd declined an ultrasound determination ahead of time. We'd prepared male and female names either way. Ryouji or Kyoko was fine with me.
Asuka's eyes were barely open. I hesitated. "Um..." I gulped. "A boy..."
Asuka smiled. "So, Ryouji it is-"
"Both of them."
"......what?"
I handed her Ryouji, carefully swaddled. "Here's Ryouji... and his little brother by 15 minutes, Kaworu." I held him up, nestled in my arms.
"Kaworu?" Asuka blinked her eyes open a bit more. "Twins? I..." She took in my hesitant, almost fearful look. "I suppose that's a nice name."
I almost wilted in relief. "I'm sorry, they... they asked me, and you were still out, and I... just... it was the first thing I could think of, and-"
She very wearily raised her arm not occupied by baby and waved at me. "It's fine, baka. He... I know what he meant to you. It's... a good name."
"....it's four in the morning, Asuka. Happy birthday. You and... our sons."
She chuckled weakly. "That'll keep them from forgetting their mom's birthday." She looked down at the perfect, tiny blue eyes vaguely looking up at her general direction. "Welcome to the world we saved, kids. Your mom and dad are even more scared than you are, but we're still kicking. Welcome to the party. Happy birthday to us all."
And that's how for her 18th birthday, Asuka Langley Soryu gave us both presents, and I was the one to cry this time.
Birthday Candles 4
+++
Everyone at the party applauded. Hikari nearly exploded. Misato gave us a bottle of 'fertility sake'. Asuka nearly made her drink it.
New Year's was nice. As was January. And... well, you get the idea.
I managed to coast to February before panic set in. OhholyshitIamengagedtobemarriedandIhavenoideawhatI'mdoing
Fortunately, Asuka was also panicking, so we more or less balanced each other out. Yes, I know that sounds stupid. Shut up.
Yes, I know that sounds more like her than Shinji the Doormat. Benefits of being with her.
Finally I set a date to figure out a plan, and after a long cuddle session with her helped, sat down to figure things out.
....Ok, we sat down and she pointed out I was the baka, she was the genius, so I should hold her beer and watch this while she figured things out. (Metaphorically speaking. Misato's example kind of ensured that neither of us were really drinkers.)
First hurdle couples in our situation usually faced was financial security and a place to live. We had that already taken care of. In fact, with the stipends the reformed UN and Japanese government had handed us, we could have lived the rest of our lives in not-inconsiderable comfort without ever working again. Seeing as we had effectively no financial worries and a place to ourselves already, that was easy. Next came the harder bit: We were both well below Japan's age of majority so in theory we weren't allowed to get married until... 2021.
As Asuka said: "Fuck that."
Option one: Go to the US or Germany, where Asuka had citizenship, and the age of majority was lower. Problem: The US still required parental permission until Asuka was 18, and Germany required talking to Asuka's father anyway.
To which Asuka said: "Fuck that twice."
Fortunately, we had another option besides waiting a year or having to talk to the second-worst father in the world. (Even Asuka admitted no one came close to my father.)
"Mister Ikari, this is very irregular. Neither of you are even 18, let alone 20, and-"
"Should I be calling the Prime Minister's office? Or the Imperial Majordomo? I have both of their numbers. I'm sure they'd love to hear all about the trouble 'The Boy and Girl Who Saved The World' are having with the Prefectural Registry Office."
"M-mister Ikari! There's no need to-"
"Then you can get the paperwork done promptly. We have a date chosen, and we do not want delays."
I was the one making this phone call, since Asuka was busy running a camera aimed at me, and trying her hardest not to scream with laughter. Apparently when I get angry and have to deal with annoying people on the phone, I turn into a disconcertingly close imitation of my father's old 'icy growl and scary face'. On one hand, I hate even being that much like him. On the other hand, the reason Asuka was running the camera is she finds my 'Gendo Ikari impersonation' to be hysterical.
And I like making her laugh more than anything.
So yeah, I browbeat the Prefectural Registry Office with our special legal status and effective blank check from the government. So far, all we'd asked from them was to be left in peace. Now I tossed them the slightly more thorny bit of 'we're 17 and want to get married before we're 18.' They folded.
Well, before she was 18. Asuka picked the date, and I couldn't find any reason to gainsay her choice. It would be shortly after my 18th birthday in June. She picked August 25th.
The day we met.
I admitted it was fitting and poetic, to get married four years to the day we met aboard the Over The Rainbow. She smugly replied that of course it was, she was German and therefore eminently cultured and perfect. I pointed at her not-at-all-hidden pile of extremely smutty yaoi 'romance' manga she had under her bed. She hit me with a pillow and called me an idiot. I pulled her shirt up over her head and tickled her stomach, she blindly dragged my shorts down to around my ankles to make me trip, I fell on top of her...
Our arguments were a lot more fun that year.
Misato was mildly surprised when we told her we were getting married after only 9 months of being engaged, but was happy for us. Asuka's poker face held. Mine almost did, but Misato wasn't dumb. She noticed me sweating.
She looked at me suspiciously. "What aren't you telling me, Shinji?"
I sweated more.
Asuka rolled her eyes. "I should have known you couldn't withstand the terrible power of being mildly questioned for thirty seconds, baka Shinji."
Misato turned her inquisitorial look on her. "Got something to confess, Asuka?"
"Yeah, I'm faster than you."
"Huh?"
"We figure August is both poetically appropriate, and I won't be showing yet," Asuka said smugly, flipping her hair.
"What are yo-....holy shit." Misato froze.
"I mean, come on, you and Kaji have been married a whole year and then some now, and you're still-YEEK!"
Misato picked Asuka up and swung her around. "You little... AHAAHAHAH! You two! How?"
"Well, when a man and a woman love each other very mu-" Asuka sarcastically began.
Misato put her down on my lap. "Oh, knock it off!"
"Come on, Misato. How do you think we did it? Same way everyone else does. And once I got baka Shinji into bed, I hardly let him out. He had years of making up to do." Asuka's smug smile could have put an entire destruction of cats to shame.
Yes, destruction. That's the collective noun for a group of cats. No, I'm not kidding. Go look it up. English is weird.
Yes, I know English now. Asuka made me learn. And German, aber natürlich. You didn't think we spent all of our time laying around stress-testing our bedframe, did you?
Misato eventually settled for being only slightly envious that Asuka and I had managed to catch after less than six months of...trying. Ahem. We didn't exactly plan it, so much as just be really sloppy about protection in the first few months of actually 'sleeping together'. We were kind of enjoying ourselves too much to care, and while we initially panicked badly when Asuka realized she was late, we were 4 months into being engaged, and mostly got over it fairly quickly.
Ok, yeah, there's a lot of qualifiers there, I admit.
It really did test us, how far we'd come and the limits of what we'd achieved in therapy. Asuka had spent most of her life since menarche being aggressively not interested in being a mother. Not after the childhood she'd had, and what happened to her mother. The ugly stress on their relationship Asuka's father and step-mother went through during their many years of trying to have a child of their own didn't help either, since Asuka had an unwilling ringside seat for that until she basically left home entirely for Pilot training.
We had a few bad nights. On the good side, she rapidly got over blaming me for the situation. We'd progressed that much. On the other hand, that meant she had a nasty relapse of terror at the idea of herself being good enough to be a mother, and of being only 17, and so on. At least I could...well, all I really could do was hold her and constantly reassure her (and myself!) that we were not our parents, and we were damn sure not going to be like them or treat our... our kid like that.
We carried on. Focusing on getting things ready was oddly a help, since panicking for the wedding kept us from panicking over anything after that. We could panic about that after the wedding was done.
August came too fast and too slow. So did the 25th.
I wish that day could have lasted forever.
It was like a dream. Word had leaked out, somehow, and the Imperial Household Agency had called us, offering the Palace as a venue. They mostly wanted to associate the Imperial Family with whatever glory there was playing host to the wedding of 'The Boy and Girl Who Saved The World', but Asuka was only too happy to accept the spotlight for us, and as she'd well learned by that point, I would refuse her nothing if it made her happy.
She glowed. I managed not to faint. She truly did look like a princess.
By October she was obvious. By November, enormous. And as December drew close, varying between tremulous and murderous. I kept her calm with footrubs. Lots of them.
And because our lives are apparently never done with cosmic irony, she went into labor the day before her 18th birthday.
For 18 hours.
"I... am... going... to... KILL... YOU... SHINJI..."
"Just breathe, Asuka."
"Come... into... range... I... want... to... strangle... youOOOOOW OW OW OW OW AAAARRRG!" Her eyes rolled up in her head and she passed out with the last push. She came around a little later, feeling emptied.
"Are we done? I... is it a boy or a girl?" she asked weakly. We'd declined an ultrasound determination ahead of time. We'd prepared male and female names either way. Ryouji or Kyoko was fine with me.
Asuka's eyes were barely open. I hesitated. "Um..." I gulped. "A boy..."
Asuka smiled. "So, Ryouji it is-"
"Both of them."
"......what?"
I handed her Ryouji, carefully swaddled. "Here's Ryouji... and his little brother by 15 minutes, Kaworu." I held him up, nestled in my arms.
"Kaworu?" Asuka blinked her eyes open a bit more. "Twins? I..." She took in my hesitant, almost fearful look. "I suppose that's a nice name."
I almost wilted in relief. "I'm sorry, they... they asked me, and you were still out, and I... just... it was the first thing I could think of, and-"
She very wearily raised her arm not occupied by baby and waved at me. "It's fine, baka. He... I know what he meant to you. It's... a good name."
"....it's four in the morning, Asuka. Happy birthday. You and... our sons."
She chuckled weakly. "That'll keep them from forgetting their mom's birthday." She looked down at the perfect, tiny blue eyes vaguely looking up at her general direction. "Welcome to the world we saved, kids. Your mom and dad are even more scared than you are, but we're still kicking. Welcome to the party. Happy birthday to us all."
And that's how for her 18th birthday, Asuka Langley Soryu gave us both presents, and I was the one to cry this time.