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anotheranimestan · 4 years ago

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hi! I just read “all bark no bite” and omg it was so good!! looking forward to more of your writing and possible a part 2 if you get the chance!

Thank you!!!!!😃🧡 Your wish is my command!

All Bark No Bite (pt. 2)

Bakugo angst + sexual tensionnnn

Read part 1 here

wc: 3k

I hope this is as fun for you to read as it is for me to write! Also why is he 👇 this fineee for no reason.

The next morning, you woke up trying to convince yourself it was all a dream...or a nightmare. But the way you could still feel the softness of his fingers around your neck completely contradicted your wishes. You also had to keep wiping little smiles off your face throughout your entire morning routine. You tried to combat them by listing all the things you hated about Bakugo but it was helpless. Every train of thought ended with the shape of his lips and how nicely they molded with yours.

You and Mina walked to class together and you swore she’d developed a mind reading quirk. You felt her eyes on you like a blazing sun. Although this was really all in your head. She only asked “are you okay?” because you kept looking at her like you’d committed a hate crime.

You and Bakugo didn’t look at each other once during class. No leg shaking, pen stealing or insults. Not even a well timed scoff when you were called on to answer a question. You tried your best to clear your mind and forget everything that had occurred in that hall last night. After a while of this torture you even were having a little bit of success.

But of course your peace was ruined as you walked to lunch. He couldn’t let you have anything. And of course he wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“Hey Little Bite, I hear we get to pick our groups for combat training today. All Might is going to make me a team captain, obviously. So if you want to be on my team let me know. I mean I assume you don’t wanna lose. You just gotta ask me nicely.” His usual cocky tone crept under your skin.

You desperately tried to ignore him as he followed you. Each footstep he started gaining on you being more annoying than the last. But what really did it was the pencil he threw at your head.

“Please, actively do not pick me.”

He ignored your objection and continued on his line of bullshit.

“I suppose I could take you. Your quirk would be useless, I’m all the attack power we’d need to win but I could use you as a decoy or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t want to be on a team with you, moron. Your pea brain doesn’t know how to do anything but blow shit up. You’re like an explosive cave man. Besides being too close to you for too long makes me wanna vomit.”

He cackled. You knew exactly what he was thinking and immediately regretted your words.

“That’s weird—“

You picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at his head. But he just caught it and made it explode with a smug look on his face.

“Ugh. I cannot stand you.” You groaned.

“You sure about that?” He said with a suggestive eyebrow.

He was so hot....it made you want to punch him in the throat. Without thinking you shrugged off your backpack and swung it at his face. His reflexes bested you again though and he caught the bag, yanking it from you. The force was harder than you expected, it sent you flying into his chest. You both tumbled to the ground and landed shoulder to shoulder. Your skull hit a small rock with a wack. Rubbing the back of your head, shooting pain surfaced.

“Ow!! That fucking hurt dumbass!”

“Sor—“

You swung your arm, aiming to kill, and hit him in the stomach.

It must have really knocked the wind out of him because he made a loud grunting noise that hinted at his surprise. It wasn’t often people got to land a punch on Katsuki Bakugo. King Explosion Murder.

“Do that shit again Little Bite! You’ll regret it!” He grabbed your wrist, attempting to clear a way to get you back. You both started wresting trying to punch each other in the gut. Literally rolling around in the grass in a red hot death match of who could out curse the other.

“Omg, are you guys about to kiss right now?” Mina teased from out of absolutely nowhere, scaring the shit out of you.

You both froze solid as the blood drained from your face. She knew about last night? How did she find out?!

“You told her!?” Bakugo’s entire face was contorting through a whole range of emotions. Shock, horror, embarrassment, accusation, cheekiness, embarrassment again.

“What!?” You panicked. “No! I didn’t!” You swear you didn’t. You replayed your whole morning in your head just to double check.

You turned to your pink friend. Her eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. You watched the gears turn in her head as she realized she’d stumbled upon a miraculously juicy discovery.

“OH. MY. GOD!!! No freaking way!!” She squealed unable to contain herself.

She started blabbering as she attempted to cope with this information. She had absolutely no idea what to do with it.

Your stomach fell as you realized this fatal error. Wait....this wasn’t your error. You pushed him off you and you both scrambled to your feet.

“This is your fault! Why’d you say that!” You shoved a finger in Bakugo’s chest. Which actually hurt because....he’s solid.

“Don’t yell at me!” He yelled back at an even louder volume.

Mina started running around in little circles. “They kissed!!!” She then abruptly stopped in her tracks and you watched a lightbulb flicker on.

No.....

“KIRISHIMA!!!! KAMINARI!!!” She screamed as she ran toward the cafeteria.

“MINA DONT YOU FUCKING DA—“ Bakugo exploded into a full sprint to chase her down. But she was like a rocket.

You chased after them desperately trying to reconcile all this is your mind. But it was no use, your brain was melting. Everyone was about to find out. The relentless jokes...they would never end. You could die right here.

Both of them ran so fast you fell horribly behind. By the time you rounded the corner and caught up to them a whole event had already taken place.

Bakugo was screaming on the top of his lungs. You could practically see the steam coming off the top of his head.

Kaminari was standing there in his stupid form with a half torn shirt. Jesus, what did Bakugo do to him?

Mina and Kirishima were laying on the ground, their face covered in tears. They were laughing so hard no sounds were even coming out.

“Oh my god,” Mina squeaked out between gasps for air, “Bakugo has a crush.”

“It’s so adorable!” Kirishima said wiping the tears from his eyes as he attempted to stop laughing. With no success, they both bursted again after seeing Bakugo slamming his fists into the grass. The teasing was making him want to rip his eyes out. He couldn’t stand it.

“Shut up Kirishima!!!” He jumped on top of his friend and started repeatedly banging his head into the ground. Of course this did absolutely nothing to the hard head. It just made him laugh even more.

Poor Denki just stood there drooling with a little smile on his face and giggling.

You were frozen. Stunned. It was like watching a comedy movie in which you were the punchline.

But all the laughs fell a silent as a furious voice cut through the air.

“What is this.” It wasn’t a question. Mr. Aizawa looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and this used up his last bit of patience.

“Bakugo. Get off him immediately.” He growled.

You knew how this looked. Bakugo was attacking Kirishima after successfully making Kaminari fry his own brain. Your friends’ laughter wasn’t enough to hide Bakugo’s apparent violence even if it was over something as stupid as a kiss. Mr. Aizawa couldn’t possibly know that.

“I overlooked your behavior yesterday, picking a fight with Miss. y/n. But now attacking your other classmates as well? This is violent behavior is unacceptable.”

“Mr. Aizawa—“ Kirishima tried to defend his friend but it was no use.

“Not another word.” Your teacher was glaring at Bakugo with laser beams.

The hot head just stood there in silence with a scowl on his face and two tightly clenched fists. He was really just going to take the heat for everyone? No arguments?

“I’m putting you on house arrest for the rest of the day. No more classes and no combat training.” You watched the dagger go through Bakugo’s chest. Today was going to be offensive training with All Might. You knew he was looking forward to it. Guilt punched your core.

“Mr. Aizawa wait. I’m the one who picked a fight with him yesterday. I challenged him. He shouldn’t get into trouble because of me.” You shuffled toward him timidly. He was scary when he was like this.

Everyone looked at you in surprise. They all knew it was true, that you’d egged him on. And he wouldn’t be raging right now if you hadn’t kissed, so today was also partially your fault. But they were truly surprised because you normally would revel in Bakugo getting scolded. But you weren’t fucking evil. And this wasn’t Bakugo’s fault at all...although he really needed to get his fucking temper in check. Idiot.

“Is that true?” Aizawa asked Bakugo.

The hot head took a deep breath. “Does that sound like me at all? I’d never give into her weak attempts at baiting me. I fought her because I wanted to.”

Your eyes popped out at his words. He lied. Why the fuck would he do that?

Mr. Aizawa escorted Bakugo to the dorms, lecturing the entire way.

“This sucks.” Kirishima said with a frown.

“I know. I feel so bad!” Mina cried sadly.

You had no words. The four of you walked to lunch with drooping heads. You held Kaminari’s hand the whole way until his brain recharged.

Recalling you’d left your backpack in the quad you ran back to get it. Upon arrival you realized Bakugo’s backpack was also there. He wouldn’t even have his stuff with him to finish homework or study during house arrest. You groaned. This guilt was horrible. It ate at you for rest of the day. The rest of your friends didn’t feel any better. And combat training wasn’t the same for you without that familiar sound of explosions going off in the background. It actually made the class feel kind of empty.

As usual at the end of the day you sat in the common area with the rest of the girls.

“So...is it true y/n?” Ochaco poked hesitantly.

You glared at Mina. Loose lips as usual.

“Sorry y/n. I talk when I’m stressed.” Mina cried only kind of regretful.

You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to actually be upset with her. You were the villain here. Getting Bakugo into so much trouble.

“Yea.” You huffed out. Talking about it made you cringe. It was like admitting your sworn rival had defeated you somehow. Even if you sort of didn’t mind the way he did it...

“What was it like?” Mina asked excited for the details.

“Is he a good kisser?” Ochaco added.

Your mind fell into a fog as you replayed the kiss again. Your skin went electric as you remembered the feel of his hands on your waist and those noises he was making. His lips wrapped around yours....

“Oh my god...Ochaco shes in love!” Mina concluded from you zoning out for what ended being like 15 seconds of you staring into space with a little smile on your face. She was practically singing.

“I am not!” You yelled flustered.

“Why are so many people yelling today?” Kirishima chuckled as he rounded the corner to join the couch.

“So is he mad?” Mina’s voice had changed into the sad one from earlier.

“I don’t know. Every time I knock he just tells me to go away. But that’s not that different from normal honestly.” He smiled. Their friendship was so odd.

Suddenly his backpack flashed through your mind. It was sitting in your room.

You got up to leave. You tried to be sneaky about it as they discussed how to cheer the victim up. But to no avail, they’d never let you sneak off again.

“Where you going huh?” Mina’s voice was painfully suggestive.

“To my room!”

“Uh huh, we’ve heard that one before.”

You stuck your tongue at her.

Kirishima twisted to face you over the back of the couch. “So if I ask Bakugo tomorrow if he saw you tonight he’s gonna say no, right?” Who knew he could be this ruthless. No mercy.

You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. You’d been cornered.

“Look. He left his backpack earlier and I’m just going to give it to him! Jeez do you want to do it or something Kiri?” You were seething.

“Nahh, you should do it. He’ll just yell at me to go away again.” He winked. It made you cringe again.

You could peel your skin off from this teasing. But you know someone who hated it even more. You knew that’s why he wouldn’t let Kirishima into his room.

You ran off before they could crack any more jokes.

On your way to the elevators you heard a creepy cackle come from somewhere. You spun around, alarmed, as a “what the fuck” escaped your lips. Your eyes landed on one eyeball peeking through the crack of a doorway.

“Can I get a kiss too?” The voice was wet with drool and lust. “Just one?”

“I will kick your face in Mineta.”

The door quickly shut. Did Mina tell the fucking whole class!?

With more haste now you stormed to your room to get the stupid backpack that was causing you so many problems and made your way to your other problem’s door.

Before you knocked you realized your hands were shaking. Nervous? Seriously, over this moron? You shook it off with resolve and knocked.

“Fuck off Denki, for the hundredth fucking time I’m busy!” A gruff voice yelled from behind the door.

“Oh please, busy with what?” You retorted reflexively. Earlier you had decided you were going to try to be nicer but that sentiment wore off as soon as you heard his annoying voice.

The door swung open.

“What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

Your mind went blank. He was leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. Of course it made his biceps look better than normal. He was wearing a black t-shirt that made his skin look perfectly tanned and was snug in all the right places. And why did he always smell so good damn. Today it was like vanilla and woodsy aftershave.

Stop staring. Stop staring. Speak bitch.

“Here’s your backpack. You should keep better track of it. I had to carry it around all day. That’s annoying.” You tossed it at him.

Why couldn’t you say anything nice? He took the heat for everyone. It’s like your mouth was rebelling against you.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Maybe you should work out more weakling.”

Panic panged in your chest as he started to shut the door in your face.

“Wait—“ you stopped it with your hand.

He paused. Mild interest dawned his brow.

“Why—why did you lie?”

“What?”

“To Mr. Aizawa. You could have told him it was my fault.”

“What do you care?” He pressed. His tone always managed to infuriate you.

You spun on your heels and started to walk away. “Nevermind.”

“Because I felt bad. You hurt your stupid head.”

You’d forgotten about that with all the guilt that had been overrunning your head. It didn’t even hurt anymore. You were surprised he’d even noticed.

“Oh.”

“But obviously you’re fine now so I guess it was all for nothing.” He added quickly trying to sound indignant.

The guilt punched you again. Especially now that you were face to face with him. He didn’t even look mad. He actually looked calm. And he looked good. You tried to deny your attraction to him. But flashes of his hand on your waist started invading your mind again. You could feel him wrapped around your neck. The way he was gentle and rough at the same time.

“Instead of just standing there you could actually make yourself useful. You owe me anyways.”

You snapped out of it trying not to look flustered. You shot him a confused and slightly offended look.

“Fill me in on what I missed in class...” he explained. He wouldn’t make direct eye contact though.

“Are you saying you need my help?” You had to do it. You couldn’t not take an opportunity.

“Tch. Obviously no—“

“Let’s do it. Move.” You said as you pushed past him into his room. Your hand made full contact with his abs and you felt that heat again.

He shut the door behind you and your heart started off like a race horse as you heard him lock it.

You suspected it was to lock the other boys out. God forbid they catch you in his room after all this.

Shit....you were in his room. Alone. With your hot head. The day after he kissed you. The evening after he took all the fury of Mr. Aizawa for you and moments after he asked you to help him study even though he gets way better grades than you.

He cleared a spot for you to sit on his bed and then leaned back into his chair with his hands locked behind his head. His flexing muscles were distracting you again.

“You better actually remember everything.”

“Shut up.” You rolled your eyes at him.

His words were supposed to rile you but the way he looked at you, like he was secretly loving that you were here was making your stomach flutter. You could feel your face red and you prayed he wouldn’t notice. At this rate you were going to throw yourself at him before he had the chance to kiss you again. As long as you two didn’t start fighting again first.....

💥 YES there will be a pt 3!!! 💥

It’s going to be called “sTuDyiNg” HAHA (hint: Bakugo doesn’t actually wanna study “dumbass”)

Update: Pt.3 is up now!! Read it here

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belongtothewcrld · 4 years ago

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Just wanted to say a few words about those who made my year ~ (SORRY THIS IS LONG)

@idiot-juice-enthusiast - My sweet baby, where do I begin? I treasure you so much, I know I tease you a lot. BUT I am soo happy you decided to leave me an ask, despite you know, my stupidity. You are so funny and just, idk, BRIGHT. Maybe it’s because you’re still young or maybe it’s because you’re just a ball of light, idk. EITHER WAY. I am so thankful to have you in my life. When my friends slowly started leaving me in RL you were the first one who started to fill that void so like.... tHANKS. Happy New Year, my child! Love you!!

@haikyuufairy - My shooting star, oh gosh. You not only have made my year by being my friend but by blessing me with stories that really shake up my whole existence LMAO. You are incredibly talented, and I just wish the best for you. You deserve so much happiness and success. You’re a beautiful soul inside and out, and the whole world should know it! I want you to know that I really do mean everything I’m saying, because you deserve to be showered in love and compliments. and as long as you keep me around, I will remind you of your worth. >:) I love you, and happy new year!

@toikiwi - you peanut head, what should I even say to you. >:) You are very forgetful, funny and sweet. For some weird reason though you chose to care about me so deeply and for what??? I AM HORRIBLE. do I deserve your affection? probably not. BUT DO I APPRECIATE IT? yes. I never had a friend like you, and I’m really glad we met. ;-; you’re one of a kind. Love you and happy new year!

@alluringeternity - my bestiee. we went from you sending me asks, to watching movies on zoom like I think that’s a whole ass victory. despite our time differences, we make this friendship work and I think that’s sexy ;) I really love talking with you, I know you once thought I’d get bored of you BUT HAHA BITCH IT NEVER HAPPENED. you’re stuck with me forever. I can’t wait until we meet up so then I can cling to you for all eternity. :D MWAHAH love you and it’s not the new year anymore for you so like happy Jan 2nd or something idk LOVE YOU

@suna-r1n - lilyyy, my little duckie, my crybaby friend. I adore you, truly. I’ve never gotten so attached to someone so quickly until you LMAO. I mean I always loved when you would send me random messages but then we ended up talking much more frequently and honestly it was everything. You are so sweet and just... squishy. I’m really glad we became friends and started talking more, because you really are someone I cherish and want to protect >:) so be safe this new years eve, little shit! I love you.

@4fterh0urs - Pheebz you crazy ass ho. JK. You’re just crazy ;) But I respect it. You have made me laugh so many times from the shit you post idk you’re just cool, I GUESS!? You’re also v moral I FEEL? sometimes when everyone else is silent about shit that’s fucked you’re not and I really respect you for it. I feel like we’re similar in weird ways and I really love talking with you. I hope you have a great new years eve, bbs!! love youu.

@chaichai-the-weeb - my fellow Canadian!! I’m still pressed we haven’t met in RL yet but IT WILL HAPPEN!! I’m really glad I ended up messaging you when you left tumblr awhile ago, because now I feel like we’ve become such good friends. ;-; You and I don’t have the best track record with friends but HEY at least now we have each other? It’s amazing though how quickly we went from strangers to good friends LMAO our personalities really work. <3 I know you’re spending today watching anime lol so ENJOY IT. I love you and happy new years!

@haikyuusimp91 - my law school buddy ;-; You not only support the fuck out of my stories but you are an amazing friend. anytime I have law school worries you’re always there for me and I love it so much. I appreciate all you do, even if I don’t say it enough! you put up with me and my psycho ass and honestly idk how you do it BUT I’M GLAD YOU DO. I really hope this year treats you better because you fucking deserve it all. I love you a lot, missy ;-; Sometimes I feel like you’re the older sister I never had - BUT LIKE DON’T BE WEIRDED OUT OK DFGHJKL love YOU BYE (AND HAPPY NEW YEAR)

@aquariarose - my little bodyguard. I have never met anyone with a heart like yours. gold. you are fucking GOLD. at first when we didn’t talk much, I would love whenever you talked about my stories with me. because you always seemed so happy about them and it would make my whole day!! I love talking with you daily and hearing about your life, because honestly girl you living in a shoujo manga LMAO. GO GET YOUR MAN OKAYYYYY hahah I love you sm!! I hope you have a great new years!

@bloody-bella - BELLA OH BELLAAAA, MY SWEET BELLAAAA. hi. :D can I start off by saying you have a cute af voice? like excuse? okay back to the point, YOU. your support is why I was able to finish my stories TRUST ME. your little cute comments and asks, it gave me the courage to * write * LOL. I’m so glad that you joined my among us game and started talking with me more ;-; because I really do wanna get to know you more!! I feel like we may lowkey be twinsies in odd ways ;) BUT I hope you have a lovely new years eve my love!! <3

@yourstarvic - vic the hoe ho. somehow you went from this funny girl with a CRINGE ass UN to one of my good friends?? Your support for my stories has always meant so much to me. I’m always looking forward to hearing your thoughts and listening to you scream about shit LOL. I’m glad we started talking more, because I love your company. Even when you’re telling me something weird af or being horny for NO ASS REASON. You’re a weird one but I love ya. Have a happy new year!

@nerdyphantomlady - my angel of music! you are sucha joy. I adore you so much. I’m really glad that I started talking with you more because you’re sO DAMN CUTE. talking with you melts my heart because you’re just this small ADORABLE BEAN WHO I LOVE. I know you don’t understand iT BUT I AM RIGHT. I know you’re worried about your test coming up but I know 2021 is gonna be your year! MWAH. I love you and happy new year!

@pha2nt0m - gOSH I just need to tell you that you were the reason I was able to finish “let’s do it again” your support means the world to me!! you’re so damn sweet and supportive like idk what I would have done without you??? so thank you so much. I really hope this new year brings you happiness, success and good health!! <33

@newfriendjen - Jen, I love you WHAT THE HECK. You were one of my first followers, in the early days ;-; and you supported me with your whole heart and I CAN NEVER SAY THANK YOU ENOUGH. The thing that I love about you is that you’re not one of those cocky asshole writers who think they’re god’s DFGHJ like you are kind, supportive of others and talented? like SHIT??? you deserve everything because you are the whole package!! you are honestly the ideal - AAAH. I love this new year brings you love and happiness!! <3

@sugawarabby - my lovely, we’ve spoken only a handful of times but each time meant a lot to me! you’re a true delight and I really wish you the best for the next year. I know 2020 wasn’t the best for you but you deserve a happy, love-filled 2021. MWAH. <3

@vicassa - my love, you and your support to my stories is unmatched. I know you think that spamming me would bother me but it never did! I loved talking with you and hearing about your days. when you’re less busy, come talk with me again, hm? Because I loved talking with you. You’re a sweet sweet little bean and I adore you so very much. ;-; But happy new year!!

@hyskoa1998 - hi my love. our schedules rarely match up but I always loved reading your reactions and talking with you ;-; I hope we can talk more this year because I really do wanna be your friend IF YOU WILL HAVE ME. But happy new year! I hope it’s an amazing one.

@tsukkismamagucci - your comments on every single smau - GOLD. everything you post is just so funny or accurate!! everytime your name popped up in my notifications I would be so excited!! or whenever you sent me asks my heart would make some weird ass noises. ;-; so thank you for being so wonderful. I love you and happy new year!!

@kara-grayson04 - one of my first friends on here, and a whole ass little fighter! Thank you for supporting me in my early days on my writing account and for spamming me with funny stuff! you’re someone with a bright future ahead of you and I really wish you the best for 2021!

@chibishae34 - MY OIKAWA PROTECTION SQUAD BUDDY. I have told you this before but again, you are too good for this world and me. I can’t believe you’ve been here since my first smau and it took me so long to start talking with ya. :( that’s my regret for the year. I wish we started talking sooner because you’re sucha joy. thank you for being the amazing person you are though, your support and friendship mean so much to me. I hope you have an amazing 2021. MWAH.

@chocolaterumble - you’re not even on tumblr anymore eh? BUT when you see this, know that I appreciated everything you did for me and our conversations. you’re a kind idiot who really needs to develop a backbone. :)) I say that in the nicest way possible :* Just know 2021 is YOUR year, so make it your bitch. you can have the whole world if you try putting your effort into things that matter. just learn to believe in yourself, aLRIGHT? because you’re fucking awesome.

@dope-squish - one, wHERE THE HECK ARE YOU? I hope you’re okay and safe. ;-; I miss you. it’s not the same without youuu. who else will make my day with funny reactions and memes? but for when you do read this, thank you for being...you. You are so unique, funny and just talented. idk. you’re spectacular like spiderman. thank you for being my friend and supporting me. I hope the new year treats you well. <3 love ya!

@swoonhui - my silly love! thank you for supporting me through it all and trusting me with your troubles. I always love seeing messages from you or asks, because you really are wonderful and likeee I WANT TO PROTECT. haha. I hope you’re having a safe and happy new years eve, missy!! Stay happy. I love you.

@astronomyturtle - shout out for being one of my first supporters and for being a full on badass!! hahaha. no but really. you are amazing, and I really want to thank you for everything. you supported my shit stories and my good ones, and that really means so much. I hope you have a great new years!!

@dreamstormings - hellooo, I just wanted to thank you for your support. it means sosososo much to me. and regarding the stuff we talked about recently, everything you said just demonstrates what a wonderful person you are. thank you for ... existing >:) and happy new year! <3

@rajablast - hii, I just wanted to thank you for always sending me kind and sweet asks ;-; it really means a lot to me. I hope you have an amazing new years eve or new years day!! <3

@elianetsantana - hii. ;-; I know we only started talking recently but it made me really happy so pls don’t be weirded out by me adding you here. <3 I hope in the new year we can talk moree! because you seem super lovely. ;-;

#JAN RAMBLES #also there are others I should have tagged but my brain went empty

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when-residents-are-evil · 3 years ago

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Entry #4

A/N: Aaaaaand, with this chapter, the Bestiary and House Beneviento’s entries updated! You don’t actually need to read them, they’re note my OC is taking to help them go through this mess. Notes that I need to organize better, too.

23th April 2018

07h47

Today's missions:

Find a doctor

Learn more about Lords and Miranda

Stack up on provisions for the day I'll escape (long lasting food, medical stuff, weapons (?), money, etc)

I think I need to investigate about Miranda. Iulian isn't really talkative, but I guess my already-dead rabbit and the two fish I bribed him with yesterday must have impressed him, because he agreed to let me know a few things.

According to him, I wouldn't be the first tourist to 'disappear' if anything were to happen to me. Villagers disappear from time to time, mostly when they want to leave the village for good. Apparently, they need to ask for her blessing so they won’t get torn up to pieces on their way out.

But tourists? Sometimes, people will end up here, like I did, for various different reasons. Maybe they heard about spooky rumors and wanted to have a good scare and brag to their friends about the place. Or maybe they just got lost and tried to roll with it. I'm case number 2, by the way. A few escape (or at least, leave the village and are never to be seen again).

Most of the time, if they get an audiance with Mother Miranda, they don't come back.

Now, if I never got attacked by the lycans, I would brush it off as some lame ghost story or hink that Miranda, for some reason, agreed to help them leave or something ike that. But then, Iulian said these people weren't taken by the woods. And it's weird, because I'm almost sure the lycans are the n°1 death cause around here, and that no one from the 'outside world' would want to stay here. But he insisted it wasn't them, and he said they didn't left. So I have two theories:

1) Miranda killing those people, for some reason. That would explain why everyone is so damn scared of her.

2) There are other kind of monsters here. Aside from the lycans, I mean. I'm also thinking it could be the Lords?

I don't know which one would be worse. There has to be a reason Miranda is feared like she is. She must be either incredibly powerful, or… All these people are brainwashed. I don’t think she’s the kind and generous protector they all claim she is. Why wouldn’t she get rid of the lycans if she truly had good intentions?

And why am I not dead yet? I'm 100% sure she knows I'm here and trying to escape, so why isn't she kiling me? Is it because she likes watching people fail or something?

Because I could understand. I ran into a tree on my way back home last night because I was too scared to see straight. I'm sure she's entertained.

Or maybe I'm too insignificant to be worth the effort. I hope it's that one.

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09h36

Okay, I need to write this down.

There's a weird old lady that's been following me around for at least 3 days. She's really sneaky, and I can't hear her despite the bones rattling at the end of her staff. The only reason I noticed her is because I'm becoming paranoid and keep randomly turning around. That's how I caugh her. Also, not a big fan of feeling observed.

She keeps lurking at the edge of my sight. It's freaking me out. I think I should comfront her, but again, I'm not good with people and don't want to be rude to an old lady. I get she's creepy, and weird, and she follows me everywhere I go, but is it a reason to call her out? She didn't technically do anything bad, in the end she's just observ

... She's hiding behind a tree again. Okay, no, it's freaking me out. I think I'm going to talk to her.

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10h12

She’s so fucking weird. She asked me what would I sacrifice for Miranda and I didn’t know what to answer, so I returned her question. She laughed, didn’t answer, then left and threw some ominous warning abover her shoulder. I don’t remember what exactly. What the fuck. What’s her problem? I think I need to ask the Duke about her. Not sure he’ll tell me what I really need to know, but I can still try.

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14h55

I met the doctor on my way to the Duke. He used to be a herbalist and learned the most… gruesome stuff on his own. He gave me a cream of his own making for my arm, and was kind enough to give me the ingredients. Apparently, these herbs grow near the windmills, but it’s in Moreau’s territory, so it’ll have to wait.

Now, about the Duke.

As expected, he didn’t really tell me a lot about that old lady, aside from the fact that she’s weird and old. Nothing I didn’t knew. Either he doesn’t want to help me, or he just doesn’t know as much as I thought he did. Or maybe he works for Miranda and doesn’t want me to escape ? I don’t know. I don’t know if I can trust him, I just…

I want to go home.

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21h23

I have good and bad news :

Bad news: I got attacked on my way back from Hous Beneviento’s territory. Yeah, I know. I shouldn’t have gone in the first place. I’ll get to that later. Anyways, I’ve got three huge slashes on my face, cutting my lips open. It’s going to leave a nasty scar, and it hurts like hell. Every time I open my mouth to eat or talk, it reopens the cuts. I couldn’t stitch myself up, as I didn’t have any suture and couldn’t find my needles (I used all of them on my arm). I tried putting tape instead. We’ll see how that turns out.

Good news: It wasn’t a lycan! Which means I got to observe a new kind of monster. They were after the suspended bridge, behind the door leading to Beneviento’s territory. I also learned more about this place, I think.

I know I shouldn’t have been there. I knew it was a bad idea. But no one would tell me why and I had to figure it out. The thing is, if I’m ever going to run away from this place, I need to know what I’m up against. I don’t regret going despite what happened.

The door was open. Maybe Lady Beneviento was in town ? Something tells me I’m lucky I didn’t see her on my way back. And it’s a good thing I had the map with me (knowing myself, I’d be able to get lost on a straight path). There were breanching paths, but they were closed off my vines. In any case, I kept going, slowly but surely, and at the end of the path, I could see Lady Beneviento’s house from afar. I didn’t dare come closer, just in case she came back.

There was something odd about this whole thing (aside from the monsters who chased me on my way back, I mean). At first, I thought it was my nerves, but the whole time I was in her territory, I felt… Sick. And watched. I don’t think it was just my anxiety acting up. I kept seeing things at the corner of my eyes, moving shadows and things I still think were fake to some extent, despite everything I’ve seen here.

But I kept going. I wasn’t stupid enough to go inside the house, but my self preservation senses aren’t exactly... developped. I felt dizzy, too lightheaded, and I know there was something inside. I tried looking through the windows but it was way too dark. I left immediately after sending a few glances inside, I really wasn’t feeling well. It felt like I was drugged, somehow. I don’t know. I still feel weird from that whole fiasco. Maybe it’s more because of the burning gash on my face, but I don’t think so.

I ran as fast as I could, hid behind a tree during when my asthma was acting up, and then ran some more. Then some weird ass… Monsters... Zombies things came out of the ground. I thought I was hallucinating at first, and then I felt a horrible burn across my face as my head got sent to the ground, and it got me right back on track. I didn’t even bother fighting back. My poor little knife wasn’t going to damage them, and there were too many of them.

I ran all the way down to the village, and saw the Duke here. He gave me some bandages and herbs for free when he saw me come back. He also held my hand when I told him about what happened. I don’t know if I can really call him a friend, but I’m still glad he was here. I still don’t know if I can really trust him, though. I hope I can. I need someone I can trust.

He said he’ll answer my questions once I’m feeling better, that I wasn’t in the right state for it right now. I think I’ll just go to sleep.

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Empress Theresa, Chapter 2

If you haven’t read the chapter 1 review, I highly recommend you do so. You can find it here: Empress Theresa, Chapter 1 Should you choose not to, this could get confusing, though the book is already confusing enough as is, so who knows, it may make sense. This should be the last time that I copy over my tweets directly, so reviews on here should be far more competent. It took a full week, but I was finally able to get through chapter 2. It was significantly shorter than chapter 1, which in its own way, made it better than the first chapter. However, that doesn't mean that it was good. In general chapter 2 is going over Theresa's high school and middle school life. This means that Norman has to cover things that a high school and middle school student should experience. However, Norman really only covers two things. 1. The Boy's Baseball Team 2. Cyberbullying Theresa gets recruited to the boy's high school baseball team when she's in middle school. She's about 12 years old when she gets recruited and the best I can make out is that this is her last year of middle school too (9th grade). Call me a liar if you want, but I haven't... ...ever met a 12-year-old in 9th grade. For fuck's sake, I was 14 in 9th grade and I have a late birthday in the (United States) school year. Norman claims that Theresa is so young because she skipped a year in school, but I think there's more to it than just skipping a year. Anyways, Theresa joins the high school boy's baseball team. The reason that Norman gives for this is a bit confusing because he jumps back and forth between her being a 'great pitcher' and 'living in a small town, so they didn't have enough boys to recruit for the baseball team.' Because she's on the baseball team, she starts getting cyberbullied and this is where you see just how out of touch with reality Norman is. For some reason, despite that it's a high school baseball team, Theresa is on television all the time. All. The Time. And because... ...of this, Theresa gets cyberbullied. "Anonymous strangers" make entire websites dedicated to cyberbullying Theresa. Yes, they make entire websites. Not only do they use an online forum, or bully her on "the social medias," as Norman likes to put it, but they make entire... ...websites just to show the world how much they truly hate Theresa for being on the boys baseball team. They claim that she must have slept with the coach or was making out with everyone on the boys baseball team but here's the thing; Theresa is still a minor. She's not any older than 13-16 here. This are absolutely absurd accusations to be making to a 13-16-year-old. Even more so that the coach would sleep with her so she could get on the team. That's an accusation of pedophilia. If a rumor like that was floating around, I... ...highly doubt that nothing would come of it. But, Norman doesn't cover this at all. In fact, all of the people on Theresa's team, including the coach, are faceless cardboard figures in the background. The only person in this story that matters is Theresa, and yet, Theresa... ...is just as much of a cardboard figure as the rest of them. It's maddening. But nonetheless, the criticism and 'cyber-bullying' is really starting to get to Theresa so the principle of the school has a teacher sit down with her to try and cheer her up. What we get is a long as fuck and very repetitive monologue from the teacher who then goes over an amazon ad for a doggy door that is explained in so much detail that it's confusing and puts meaning where there is none. Kind of ironic that it does that when I seem to be... ...doing the exact same thing with this book. If you're curious, I did find the ad so you could watch it yourself if you wanted to: video Aside from Theresa's omniscient Trolls who know what all her moral values are and that she has straight A's, we basically just have Theresa's ego stroked more as Norman desperately tries to prove to the reader just how amazing Theresa is. She really isn't and it comes off... ...as narcissistic and unbecoming, especially because Theresa is supposed to be writing this as her autobiography. The other thing that you get from this whole meaningless section of the book is that Theresa blames the cyberbullies parents for not raising them right. What can be summed up as Theresa's parents are good role models in her opinion is then dragged out in a much wordier manner. "My parents gave a good example of the kind of people to be. I'd have to write a book about them to explain." You're writing a book right now. Explain. Or better yet, space it throughout the book. Lessons that your parents taught you when they apply rather than just in one big go. However, Norman was far too lazy to actually do that or have any sense of planning and continuation of subplot throughout the book, so that's not... ...going to happen. Aside from that we also get this banger of a sentence. "It's enough to say I wanted to be a woman like mom and I wanted a husband like dad." Now I know Norman didn't mean it this way, but it sounds an awful lot like Theresa wants to bang her dad, in... ...context or out of context. Blah blah blah we get more boring stuff until it skips to her senior year of high school where she's still 16. She's supposed to be turning 17 in high school so I assume she has an early birthday? That is if Norman still remembers that. Theresa meets Jan Struthers, who I can't remember if I covered or not before because there are so many fucking people in this book who are completely pointless and disappear whenever Norman just forgets about them or doesn't want to keep them in the book anymore. Going back and looking through my tweets, I did indeed cover who Jan Struthers was. For anyone who forgot like me, she's the lady from the government who is in charge of watching Theresa and has been since Theresa was 10, despite being absolutely horrible with children. Anyways, Jan meets Theresa in a Burger King so they can talk about HAL. Despite being in such a public place, Norman gives the reasoning that it's a good place because "the noise gave privacy as good as the Sahara Desert..." I don't know about you but it's really easy... ...to eavesdrop on people in public. Especially in Burger King. Not saying I've done it before, but I've definitely done it before. We find out more about how they found out about HAL and Theresa and the operation that was created to watch Theresa and search for HAL. If you're curious, the operation is literally called the Office of Orbital Phenomena Surveillance, or OOPS. Yes, fucking OOPS. This book was a fucking OOPS. Apparently, the reason for creating the office was, and I'll put it in Norman's words here so it makes sense; "It was supposed to keep track of all the space junk we put into orbit. Its real purpose was to watch for anything going on anywhere in the world that would later be something HAL was doing." The group is called fucking OOPS. Office of Orbital Phenomena Surveillance. I don't know about you all, but space trash is not a phenomenon. This is just kind of piss poor logic on Norman's part and a weak excuse for him wanting a good acronym for the group. Surprise Norman, we kind of already have a group like that. The CIA. They already... ...investigate shit like this. But you do you, Norman. You do you. Blah, blah, blah, we get introduced to like 3 more presidents in the span of two paragraphs which is confusing as shit, but alright. "I hadn't heard a peep out of HAL in the six years since he merged with me." So Theresa assumes that HAL is sentient despite the fact that HAL has given literally no indication of sentience. This is a theme that at the very least continues on from chapter one, even if... ...it makes absolutely no god damned sense. Norman brings back in the idea about how HAL makes Theresa put out an absurd amount of heat despite the fact that nobody around her seems to notice that she puts out an absurd amount of heat, which is more absurd logic. Apparently there's a column of disturbed air above Theresa that goes into space an this is how they tried to see if there were any other HAL's on the planet (there aren't). We also get another one of my most hated lines in this book when Theresa asks how much... ...the satellite cost that they sent up to look for more columns of disturbed air. "a hundred million" This is terrible grammar for one, and when someone says it out loud, it sounds wrong too. "One hundred million." is better in every way shape and form and nobody... ...can convince me otherwise. Anyways, Theresa says that they can give her 'a hundred million' and she'll give them HAL. She can't even fucking do that at this point. She doesn't even know if she can do that so why is she offering it? Besides, Jan never even responds to it... ...in the slightest. It's a fucking pointless line in this stupid fucking pointless book that I'm covering because I guess I just love to torture myself with terrible literature before I have to go and read a good book for my history classes. Moving on though, Jan goes into how Theresa needs to get a broad education just in case she ever needs to be the alien ambassador. She really doesn't. She just needs to double major or have a major and a minor in two things probably, Linguistics and Foreign Affairs. But no, instead Jan says that "You might need the knowledge of Thomas Jefferson, and the wisdom of Abraham Lincoln." Apparently, these are our brightest minds in history. Like not to bash on the two of them, they did a lot in the foundation and the forming of the USA... ...but what about the brilliant philosophers of the past? What about the leading and brightest minds of today? What about the scientists of the past who revolutionized how we think and act today? There's more to what formed history than just the people in America. In fact, the... ...presidents of the United States pulled from the philosophy and the knowledge of histories most prominent figures of the Enlightenment. They just helped to spread the word. But how could I expect Norman to know that? It's not like it's taught in every single school... ...in the United States or that all it takes is the fastest Google search to ever happen to find out about that. But I heavily digress. We move on from the meeting and Theresa gets a note in her mailbox that only has her name on it, meaning that someone slipped it... ...into her mailbox while she was away at school. The letter asks where Jan Struthers is and if Theresa can meet him [Jeremy Benton] at the Framingham Library. Theresa tries to email Jan to let her know about it at "janswatchers at snoop.gov" That is exactly... ...how it was worded in the book, not as "[email protected]". Anyways, the email doesn't go through because I suppose it just doesn't exist anymore. We find out that Jan is missing and the blame is put onto the NEW president who gets brought in with 0 context. They assume that President Martin got rid of Jan because she 'knew too much' or she said something that he just didn't like. We find out that Jeremy Benton is the P.A. to Prime Minister Peter Blair in England. And oh yeah, Theresa brings Father Doughnut back into the fray. Blah, blah, blah, we get this brilliant line; "Seeing you close like this took my breath away. Do you realize the effect you have on people?" from Jeremy to Theresa (who is still 16/17 at this point). We get another of my most hated lines in the book, "I'm beginning to." More bad an inconsistent writing. Apparently, HAL showed up when Theresa was 3 and not six months before she was born. Jan sent all the information about Theresa before she went missing to the Canadian Prime Minister and the Canadian Prime Minister sent that information... ...to the British Prime Minister. Blah, blah, blah more pointless repeating shit. Jeremy offers Theresa and her family a home in England along with new identities (which is 0-100 real quick) all because they think that President Martin made Jan disappear. Father Dick Doughnut jumps in and says that the Holy Father is interested in Theresa's case and wants to offer her a place and protection in Rome. Speaking of Father Dick Doughnut, the meeting with the cardinal that he promise to Theresa never actually happened. Jeremy suggests they bring Theresa's situation to the public, and Theresa agrees though she doesn't exactly completely agree because she thinks that it will ruin her life. Despite wanting to bring it to the press though and agreeing that it would be a decent enough idea... ...she still doesn't want to tell her parents because "one mistake on their part and my future was ruined before I had it." I just... I can't at this point. I'm only two chapters in and I just can't. Besides that, we get the most confusing diatribe ever and I'm going to subject you all too it because I had to suffer through it and still don't know what it's trying to say. "I'd learned that somebody with eloquence may not have seen his powers of understanding receive... ...any aid from education. Ignorance and deficiency of mental improvement could still remain. There's some quirk in their personality that keeps them from becoming wise. The President gave great orations but he was a babe in the woods when it came to dealing with me." If you understood any of that please let me know because even after typing that out I'm still not entirely sure what Theresa is trying to say. I think she's threatening death on him for making Jan disappear, but I'm not sure. and at the very end of the chapter, she says; "If HAL wanted me to do something good I was ready, if it was something bad, I wouldn't do it. President Martin should have left things alone." However, when I first read this I read it as her saying that she wouldn't do the... ...bad thing alone. Which made her sound like she really was going to gather a group a murder President Martin. However like I said not even two tweets ago. It really does sound like Theresa wishes harm on President Martin, with or without HAL's influence.

#empresstheresa #empress theresa review #bad book #bad book review #chapter 2

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Yugioh E8 S4: Joey’s Turn to Hallucinate During a Card Game

Alright, lets jump into Yugioh while I wait to wake up this morning. Hate mornings. Hate them.

So I guess in the Yugioh universe, San Fransisco avoided Loma Prieta, but instead got smacked by a KaibaCorp satellite dropping from space. Dunno which is worse but uh.......thanks, Seto. Maybe the building was empty though. I mean it’s not like anyone is here right now. apparently everyone working for Pegasus does so from their laptop in their pj’s situated in their apartments in Oakland.

And good news, this is one of the episodes with That Really Good Storyboarder. Like you can REALLY tell when this particular storyboarder enters the room, and apparently they really like Joey episodes?

Anyway, for anyone who’s like “I want to draw hands better.” This whole episode is a good study for how to do dynamic hands. It’s insane.

In fact apparently there is an art book just about hands in the works BY the guy who designed a lot of the Yugioh hand shots--thing is it’s entirely in Japanese and I don’t really know much Japanese....so I’m waiting for it in English. But, my friend translated the promo for me and mentioned that if you preorder the book you get 3 instructional videos for drawing dynamic hands from this particular artist.

Only problem is, the videos would go right over my head because it’s still not in English, so uh, missed opportunity because I never got serious with my Duolingo. O well. And people keep asking “are you learning Japanese for anime? Are you dating a Japanese guy?” and it’s like no, for reals, I’m an artist, this is just what you have to do, learn Spanish, learn French, learn Japanese, or you will miss out on so many good tutorials. Like every DAY I see a good ass tutorial on Twitter and it’s like...did they have to hand-write it?

Anyway if you want to buy it, it’s on Japanese Amazon and I don’t know what it’s called because it’s been a hot minute since it’s been a few months since I’ve looked at it. But it exists. I have no idea if it’ll be shipped internationally either, in fact, I was just gonna ask very nicely to my one friend like it’s middle school and I need some good looking authentic jelly pens delivered. But youknow...instead I’ll keep an eye out because I’m banking on this getting translated into English.

I will let you ALL know when I see this book translated into English.

(read more under the cut)

So, we start this episode with Mai being transported to Atlantis island. I’m not entirely sure if the Atlantis Island is the same place as the Atlantis on the bottom of the ocean, but whether she’s above or below the water won’t matter because they did a very wise jump cut.

So I have no idea if she jumped out of a motorcycle to get here. Maybe?

Anyway, Valon introduces her to the Lair. Shows her the snakes, the fire torches that are always lit, a couple more snakes. Youknow, normal stuff for a completely normal date.

PS I do appreciate the bismuth pattern here. Bismuth is a really amazing under-used concept art tool. I mean LOOK at bismuth.

Gollllll I just want to see a whole lot more bismuth in art, it pops.

And then, Valon decides to introduce Mai to his Dad, who is a LOT when you get up close to him.

Man just SO many elements here. The head chain, the yellow eyeball (which is the same eye that Pegasus wore his golden eyeball--dunno if it’s related but as I’ve mentioned before, this show is rude to eyes), The very LONG lower lashes (I’m a SUCKER for putting long lower lashes on all of OC’s myself, it’s a good time) the amount of side-bangs on this guy that would have taken like 12 hair extensions. the wind always seems to flow around him to pick up his cloak and his cape (yes he has both) And on the back he has like a princess Jasmine style ponytail where it’s like......how does he do that? Truly magical, this Ultimate-OC-looking-guy is.

We again recap a little more of Mai’s perspective from the Prism, which I didn’t think she’d be able to see everyone else from...but apparently she saw enough.

And so, because Mai didn’t want to feel scared ever again, she decided to instead feel nothing. Trade in your plateauing card career for getting OP card magic powers. I mean, it tracks.

Then our Storyboarder just started FLEXING.

Y’all.

He just...did that.

Do you know how good you have to know hands to draw that? You’d have to firstly know hands like a freakin hand surgeon, then you’d have to get like so many different references to study what the hell is even going on there. Go ahead and do this hand pose. You CAN’T. It’s amazing. And on top of that--she’s wearing a fingerless glove? And a weird duel disk in perspective?

This whole thing is FORESHORTENED are you freakin kidding me???

This storyboarder!

Enter Duke, who just woke up today thinking it’d be a normal day but alas, it was a Yugi Muto day, and you can’t escape this asshole even if you fly halfway across the world. He will show up, somehow blow up some gas station, and your boss will be mysteriously dead and there’s nothing Duke can do about this horrible curse he’s had to deal with ever since Pharaoh cursed him with Being Friends With Pharaoh. The worst curse.

Like imagine you showed up at Apple Headquarters and this madness was there instead of a lobby.

Then, because things aren’t yet weird enough for Duke Devlin to just walk into, the dragon card starts glowing and takes our third dragon boy on a Spiritual Dragon Journey.

Right now.

During a card game where Joey is facing off a serial murderer/ex-not-a-girlfriend.

And it’s not just Joey and Yugi this time.

...I know I was just applauding this storyboarder but there is NO WAY they didn’t know what they were doing. I get that Seto has a thing for dragons. I don’t need this upskirt shot to remind me of his weird hallucinatory love affair with dragons.

The amount of weird upskirts they like to do with Seto. I mean I’m glad it’s not Mai but youknow...I just didn’t expect this.

Ever.

I never expected this shot with the...joystick.

There is a very obvious joystick in this shot and like 15-45 animators looked at this and said “well it’s too late now, the good storyboarder likes it, and this is the toll we pay.”

I just want to know if any animators saw this and said to their friend “hey....I need to go take a break. Want to go to a very long lunch and forget this ever happened?”

And that’s the whole dream. We are now officially out of porky dragons, which means everyone else in this party will just have........nothing to do, right?

Is it too much to ask that Mokuba get to have a dragon?

Way too much to ask, just realized it as I was typing it.

The concern coming off of Mokuba right now.

Like seriously Mokuba is in a constant state of “do I listen to my older brother or do I heavily sedate my older brother before I get abducted for the sixth time?”

Apparently all of the Orichalcos etc is responding to the dragons, which makes sense, since it’s like...toys that were sold next to eachother in the toy store. Just feels like these things are constantly glowing but everyone forgets that there’s not just three cards and three stones but also Yugi has a stone in his pocket somewhere.

We just have a lot of artifacts hanging out everywhere but it’s Yugioh, so of course no one is going to keep track of any of them. If only Bakura were here, he’d have that down but like...instead it’s the Yugi team, so if it’s not directly around your neck it just doesn’t exist.

Anyway, it’s the holidays so I’ll get the next post up......sometime? Kind of a shame what happened to my update schedule but that’s life.

And if you want to read these from the beginning, you can click on this link here

#yugioh #ygo #joey wheeler #yugi muto #mai valentine #valon #tristan taylor #duke devlin #rex raptor #weevil underwood #seto kaiba #mokuba #rapheal #tea gardner #ah we're back to just 20 people on set all the time huh #S4 #Ep8

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Perinatal mood and anxiety disorder

I want to start by stating that I am not a blogger. AT. ALL. In fact, I hate to write. When I was in school, I’d much rather take a test or do a project for a grade then write a paper. I can’t spell, my grammar is not great, I don’t always know how to punctuate properly...But I think it is important for me to be as open as possible about what I’m going through right now in my life. So ( large sigh) here goes. Please don’t judge me.

For the second time in my life, I am suffering from postpartum depression (PPD). It is classified as a perinatal mood and anxiety disorder (PMADs). According to the Mayo Clinic, PMADs are the number one complication of pregnancy and childbirth. Every 1 in 9 moms will suffer from some sort of PMAD during pregnancy or after childbirth. That’s a HUGE number! But for some reason, it still isn’t talked about ENOUGH. Yes, we as culture, talk about it more than we did 10 years ago, but for some reason for women, we feel like we’re not allowed to be sad. THAT MAKES THINGS WORSE! There have been many times that I’ve thought “I’d better smile and act like I’m happy so people don’t think I’m crazy and try to take my kids away from me.” I mean, how irrational is that?!?! Very....very irrational.

“I SHOULD BE HAPPY, I HAVE EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED” JESSIE BRUSH, 2019

Right after I had my son, Jack, who is now 3, I suffered from PPD and PPA (postpartum anxiety). I bonded with him when I was pregnant so intensely that I didn’t want anyone to hold him, or look at him, or touch him. I needed to be the sole caregiver of this child. Additionally, my labor and delivery were terrible with him. 25 hours of labor with 3 hours of pushing.... I truly didn’t think I could do it. I also had very high standards that he was going to be entirely breastfed (EFB). And for 3 weeks, he was....and for those three weeks, I was unsuccessful. And frankly, because I was such a failure, I wanted to die. It sounds harsh and extreme, but that is exactly how I felt. But death terrifies me, so I kept moving on. And I was miserable. Nothing brought me joy anymore. There are parts of his very young life that I don’t remember because it was too painful. I felt like I was failing and he didn’t need me since he could be fed with formula. I had hallucinations. I pictured myself driving off a VERY large bridge in my area, and one day I drove over to this bridge. Thank GOD I didn’t do anything because I would have missed out on so much joy and happiness. But at the time, I didn’t think I would ever be happy again. I finally talked to my doctor and she put me on some medications. I also went to a councilor (once... I couldn’t bring myself to talk about...well myself....). After a few months, I started to really get better and move past the sadness.

Fast forwards to pregnancy number 2. I suffered from depression almost my entire pregnancy, In my defense, I couldn’t eat. Like really....for a while there I was only able to drink water, and only if it had a REAL lemon in it, and strawberries 🍓 . Everything else made me throw up. I lost 20 pounds. I was mad about being so sick and I took it out on my unborn child. I didn’t feel like I loved them. And on top of that, we didn’t find out the gender, so I really didn’t feel like I could bond. Of course, I’m so happy now that we didn't’ find out the gender because hearing my husband tell me that we had a girl was one of the most amazing experiences I have ever had in my life. My labor and delivery with Juliet was awesome. 8 hours of labor and 30 minutes of pushing. It was WONDERFUL! And on top of that, I got her to latch and breastfeed right away. Everything seemed to be smooth sailing. I knew that with Juliet, I wasn’t going to go back to work full time so I didn’t feel the pressure of that on my shoulders. Our breastfeeding journey hasn’t been easy though. I’ve gotten mastitis 3 times. Mastitis is terrible. It’s a painful, infected, clogged milk duct. It makes you feel like you’ve got the flu if the flu was in crack. But anyways....She latched well, but she wasn’t getting enough food to make her gain weight. My milk had come in, but she couldn’t empty the breast for some reason and she was so fussy. We thought she had acid reflux, which Jack had so I didn’t question it, but even after we put her on medication for that, nothing changed. I started to look stuff up and came across tongue and lip tie information and symptoms of that. She had every single one. I asked my lactation consultant to check her for it and sure enough, she had both. They were both reversed and we got back on track. She’s still tiny, but MUCH better.....but here I am...and I’m not.

At about 4 months postpartum, I realized that I wasn’t happy. And not like just blue every now and then, but deeply unhappy. I thought about it and I also realized that I had cried every single day that week. I pushed it out of my head thinking that it had just been a hard week and everything was fine. Fast forward to about 2 weeks ago. I was driving my family to a wedding we were attending. Jacob was sleeping because he had worked the night before, Juliet was screaming (she was most likely hungry) and Jack was being Jack...I mean he’s 3 soooo he was being loud and not listening to me. A thought came to me, one that I don’t even want to repeat. But because I want to be fully honest with myself and others, I will “paraphrase” the thought. I thought about how my life would be so much easier with one child. And then I thought about how I would choose which child I’d keep. That’s really as far as I’m will to go with explaining that now, because right after and even right this very second, guilt washed over me. I thought “How can I call myself a mom if I’m having these horrific thoughts?” And at that moment, I wanted to die. Right then and there. I wanted my life to be over. I didn’t deserve these wonderful, amazing, beautiful children that I have been given to raise. I knew I couldn’t end my life right then because I wasn’t going to end my husband or children’s lives, but I knew I didn’t want to live anymore. So...heavy stuff...I may or may not be crying right now....ok so I am crying right now. Anyways, I had to pull myself together to attending this wedding and visit with family. I made it through that day without harming myself or my kids so I knew I could make it thought the rest of the weekend, which we were spending with my mom, dad, sister, and my sister’s girlfriend.

We got home and I called my doctor that day. And you can ask my husband, I’ll go like 3 weeks of being deathly sick without calling my doctor. I didn’t call her last time I was suffering from PPD, I just talked to her at my 6 weeks follow up appointment....anyways, I digress. Once I got home, I started to think about everything, I was trying to remember the last time I truly felt happy and I couldn’t think of it. I thought about at the outburst and RAGE I had, the constant crying (because it wasn’t just that week before the wedding, it was all the time), the anxiety, the fear. I knew then that it was a lot worse than I had thought. I texted my “ladies” chat, which consists of my mom, grandmother, and sister, to let them know what was going on. I didn’t go into much detail about it because I didn’t want to scare them, but my mom knew. She called me and asked me what was going on. I’m grateful for that. It got me talking. It got me really thinking and it got me set in the right direction to help it. I also talked to my husband. I told him that thought I had about our kids, and you know what...he didn’t leave. He didn’t take out kids and run. No, he laid beside me in our bed and let me cry. He never once made me feel like an unfit mother. I’m also grateful for that.

I’m trying HARD to find AT LEAST one positive thing to think about every day. It’s not easy when your brain is constantly telling you that you’re horrible and making you feel like total trash. And it's even more difficult on days like today when both kids are sick and you’re sleeping on the couch because your daughter can only sleep in the swing because she can’t lay flat....and let's be honest, I’m not sleeping....also a sign of PPD. But I still want to try and find the good in each day. I know there is some.

If you’re still reading now, thank you. I know it’s probably boring, but I do appreciate you stopping by. I hope to bring awarenesses to my issue, I hope that I can help someone who is also going through this. I hope to share some resources that I find to help those that need it too. I mean, I contacted the suicide lifeline the other night to get help. I wasn’t suicidal that night, but I knew I needed help and I didn’t know where to go. It was a great resource.

To end, I’ll leave you with this, actress Bryce Dallas Howard said “It is strange for me to recall what I was like at the time. I seemed to be suffering from emotional amnesia. I couldn’t genuinely cry or laugh, or be moved by anything. For the sake of those around me, including my son, I began showering again. In the second week, I let loose in the privacy of my bathroom, water flowing over me as I heaved uncontrollable sobs.” This is 100% how I feel. For me, it didn’t hit until a few weeks ago, but I can relate to this on a different level. Life for me is difficult right now. It's hard to get out of bed, but I’m hoping that if I’m open about it and I seek out the help I need, I’ll be able to live my life “normal” again. Also, please know that if you reach out to me and I don’t reply or I just say thank you, I’m not trying to be rude. I’m trying to heal. And one day I might text you to talk and that’s when I’m going to need you the most. I’ve come to realize that it’s ok to need help.

#Perinatal mood and anxiety disorder #Postpartumdepression #postpartum anxiety #PPD #PPA

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The best Guide to Reddit Marketing around 2019

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The fact that you think that it’s ok for the government to strip away my personal health insurance so that I HAVE to be on the same shitty plan on everybody else is crazy. If healthcare is “free” and universal, the quality of healthcare is bound to decrease. I can choose to pay for whatever the fuck I want and whatever healthcare I want. I give to charity and I have plans on giving a lot more to charity as I get further in my career and start making more money. Believe it or not, you aren’t the only one that cares about people just because you want “free” healthcare for everybody. And there is also no such thing as free healthcare. It has to be paid somehow and middle class taxes will go up no matter how complicated you try to make the source of payment sound. And regarding free college, that will also raise middle class taxes. You keep bringing up this. 02% of financial transactions bullshit as if that’s going to cover all costs. Have you done studies on this yourself? Do you even know that? You act like all these things can be magically paid for without anybody in the middle class being negatively affected. I have a bachelor’s degree and I didn’t feel like college was very challenging. It was more like a series of annoying classes I didn’t need when all of college could have been boiled down into one year of the core classes of my major of marketing. College is a fuckin scam and it’s only truly necessary for a very limited amount of majors. You’re just another minion that kisses the feet of big-government Democrats that try to make us feel like horrible people for not allowing them to sucks insane amounts of money out of the economy and spend it how they would like to. inch "That's including the localization teams for every language though, as well as PR and marketing. >! Some of them might even be legacy accreditation for the Gen 6 models they're *still* using.! < " "Time is a cost and you should track where that cost is going. 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If your posts keep getting removed then you will be banned. READ THE RULES! *I am a bot, and this action was performed automatically. Remember to[contact the moderators of this subreddit](/message/compose/? to=/r/feetpics) if you have any questions or concerns. *" "I came of grew up and came of age in Chicago during Jordan's time with the Bulls and the shortest answer is that it's almost incomparable because the level of fame basketball players before Michael Jordan was laughably lower than now. Even today MJ has a logo that might be more identifiable than the company that created it. I would argue no athlete in any sport has surpassed MJ's level of fame. MJ pioneered so many avenues of endorsements, its like comparing planes in the era of propeller planes with jet planes. Jordan like most greats, stood on the shoulders of giants, specifically Larry Bird and Magic Johnson. Those two spent the better part of the late 70's and early to late 80's dominating the sport of basketball. 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Spike Lee also happens to like playing characters in his own movies and Mars Blackmon was a character in that movie that Spike Lee chose to portray in a series of commericals with Michael Jordan. Again, pardon me for repeating, but I have to say it again for context. You have a supremely talented and charismatic young athlete being marketed by a young shoe company (Converse Chuck Taylors were still THE basketball shoe) hiring a visionary and ground breaking director to do something that had not been done before. And they crushed it. Again, at this time Michael Jordan wasn't winning NBA championships. He was having savant level performances, but get bounced out of the first round by the Celtics, or getting manhandled in the playoffs by the Pistons. By the time he did win it all in 91, MJ was doing things that no one had done in fields well outside basketball. Michael Jordan in Flight is one of the first videogames to have 3D. 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Equal funding, equal marketing, equal candidacy, by the people, for the people. Sounds too good to be true? Well fuck you, because parties are corrupt barbaric cavemen shit. " " Funny Cartoon Images for website content - Family Funny Images and illustrations, Ultimate single panel funny cartoons used for websites, social media and emails https://www.freecartoonsdaily.com https://www.cartoons.cafe www.cartoons.cafe www.acmeblanks.com sign up now! 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All they have to do is keep the ball rolling with tweets like these (because, of course, people actually follow them on Twitter now). " "That's my point. The pub you linked to is disney land. I'm looking for somewhere that recreates the a more authentic historical experience. I think these places have got their marketing wrong which is why they are closing. They should be trying to recreate an experience closer to that in the Pathe news reel. If you just sold fresh baked bread, potted Hare, a variety of local ales you could heat with a poker while smoking a hilarious pipe you could capture a huge slice of the real ale / hipster / foodie market. " "No game in the genre had been competition for the Diablo franchise since it's inception. D3 no matter how you look at it was a huge commercial success being in the top 10 video games sold of all time at one point. Diablo now has become what WoW was before, tons of games saying they are a WoW killer and none of them doing it. So now we looming at Diablo killers but they all end up falling off somewhere because they don't get the same $$$ support / marketing. inch "8M opening weekend bad = bad marketing. Bad quality movie would be revealed in the multiplier (word of mouth and no rewatches). In this case I don’t think there was anything compelling from the movie they could focus the marketing around which led to the 8M OW. " "I’m in the same boat. I have to get 14 credits by may2020. In the last 2 weeks I did principle of marketing 3 credits score 66 and principal of management 3 credits score 62. This week I’ll take precalculas which is 5 credits and calculus which is 4 credits. I did not pay the $89 for the test because I did modernstates which pays the testing fee. It also reimburses me for the $20 testing fee" "Marketing. McAf€€ gets money from users, Micro$oft gets money from McAfee. They beget the green, motherfuckers that they are. Sometimes http://tipofmytongue.topreddit.info who install 3^^rd party stuff tho, it's not only Microsoft. Anyway, it's a motherfuckery of bloatware if not malware. "McAfee antivirus is one of the worst products on the planet" -John McAfee" "You're arguing entirely from marketing hype instead of actual quality, which is entirely stupid and comes down entirely to Sont having far greater of a userbase and them having less games to pump more money behind. Besides, let's not pretend Sony has an actual library of games here. Both Xbox and Sony have completely shit the bed this console generation in terms of exclusive libraries. Sony has had like, 8 good games this entire generation as exclusives. You have Death Stranding, Uncharted 4, Horizon, Until Dawn, Bloodborne, God of War, MLB The Show... That's about it? I guess you also have Detroit and Last Guardian depending on who you ask, but I defo don't wanna throw Days Gone on that list. But in any case, you could lump all of those games into loke 3-4 genres. Am I missing anything? But yeah, stop saying dumb shit like "Well its not a household name so its irrelevant" because you're entirely missing the point and reducing the entire industry to what can or can't be marketed. As well, its telling that Sony has stated their goal next-gen is to have less games release but have them be bigger, where Microsoft is going the opposite direction. Keep the the big titles, bur also have a little something for everyone. Diversity is important. Your Battletoads reboot might not sell as well, but its important to folks who like it. Games shouldn't be live or die based on how well they fit in established and marketable trends. Its absurdly reductive" "I actually never had injected one, whats the main difference? And is it really a big improvement or rather a marketing bait" "It’s all part of his NYC persona. Marketing. inches

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Under the Willow Tree – Noah Centineo (Part 2)

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A/N: Wooo I finally finished part 2! Thank you to everyone who read part 1 and loved it, I really appreciate it Also this is really cheesy like totally full of mushy fluff. Let me know if you guys like fluffy stuff or want me to write some angst! x.

Summary: After meeting Noah in a park under a willow tree you find yourself going on a date with him but, nothing goes according to plan.

It didn’t take long for Noah to text you after that day you met on the park bench. He was a funny texter, always using silly emoji’s to make you laugh or sending you memes. His silliness was fun but you could tell there was something sweeter about him. You suspected that he had quite a romantic and sensitive side like some of the characters he’d played. So, when he asked you out to dinner you said yes without hesitation. Normally you weren’t the type to like getting food on a first date but you really wanted to see him again. He was so intriguing and you wanted to get to know him better.

What you didn’t know was that he was quite nervous about the whole thing. He hadn’t felt a true connection with someone like he did with you in a long time. In a way, you gave him hope that he could truly fall in love, like real love. Not the cutesy puppy love he’d had with previous girlfriends but something more tangible and long-lasting.

A few days later, on a gloomy Saturday evening, you had finished getting ready for your date with Noah and were now waiting for him. You had picked out your favourite outfit to wear, wanting to feel comfortable but also confident. You took the time to decide on a makeup look and went for your favourite products. By the time you were done getting ready you looked in the mirror and smiled. Everything was going perfectly, now you just had to wait for Noah to show up.

About an hour into watching some reality show you checked your phone for the hundredth time and frowned at the time. He’d said he was going to pick you up at 7pm and it was already 7:20. You started rationalizing why he could be late, traffic in LA was horrible so it was probably that. Then, another half hour went by and you started to feel embarrassed, thinking that Noah had stood you up.

You were about to take your shoes off and put your PJs on when you heard a rushed knock at your door. You hesitantly walk over to front door and opened it revealing a very disheveled Noah. His hair was all over the placed and it looked like he had grease on the lower side of his button up shirt.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. My car broke down and I tried to fix it but I made things worse so then I had to wait for the tow truck to come but as soon as it did I Uber’d to your place” he blurts out rapidly his eyes desperately searching yours for forgiveness.

“Oh my gosh, is everything okay with your car?” you asked worriedly.

“I think I have to replace something. Again, I’m really sorry I’m late.”

“It’s okay, these things happen” you give him a reassure smile and he sighs, relieved that you weren’t mad. And you weren’t, you got that sometime things just didn’t go according to plan. “You could've called and cancelled though”

“I wanted to call and let you know I was running late but,” he trails off and shows you his very dead looking phone. “My battery died.” he puts the phone back in his pocket and runs a hand through his curly hair trying to tame it. His fast-paced breathing slows as he calms down from his already eventful night. Noah looks at you more carefully and his cheeks start to flush. You were even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

“Wow, you look pretty like really pretty”

“Thank you” you reply shyly as he steps to the side to let you walk out of your apartment. He closes the door behind him and you reach over to lock it. “So, where are we going tonight?” you place your keys back into the small clutch you had in your other hand.

Your question gets a proud smile out of Noah as you start to walk towards the elevators. “I made us reservations at this new restaurant. Originally, I was going to take you for a walk outside before dinner, but we can do that later. If you want of course”

“That sounds perfect” you smile up at him and he grins. Things were back on track and nothing was going to ruin the rest of your evening.

One quick Uber ride late, you and Noah were walking up to the very large doors of this restaurant. Noah goes to pull the door open for you but it doesn’t budge. He tries again but struggles. You peek at the writing on the door and stifle a laugh.

“Um, I think you’re supposed to push it” you point to the sign on the door and Noah groans slightly embarrassed.

“Right” he pushes the door open and lets you walk in first, like a true gentleman. You make your way over to the blonde hostess standing behind the wooden podium but quickly get distracted by your surroundings. You look over to your left taking a shy step into the dining area and gasp. It had high ceilings with beautiful chandeliers handing down. There were a mix of light grey velvet booths and chairs properly organized around the centre of the space where a grand piano laid. The tables were all made of marble and each had a delicate rose in a slim vase next to some candles. The whole restaurant felt very extravagant and you couldn’t help but feel a bit out of place.

You look back to Noah and see that he was frowning at the hostess. You take a step closer to him to catch their conversation.

“Are you sure my name isn’t there? I swear I made the reservation for today at 8:15” the hostess checks the computer again and shakes her head.

“And you’re certain you made it for this location? Our other restaurant is inside the Four Seasons” Noah closes his eyes frustrated and embarrassed, once again. You looked at the hostess and saw that she was clearly unimpressed by you two ‘kids’ trying to get into this overly-fancy dinning establishment.

“Don’t worry about it. We can go for a walk or something?” you gently put your hand on his arm and start to lead him away from the judgemental girl.

“Sorry, I could’ve sworn I made the reservation for that location.” He apologizes sounding defeated. He had wanted tonight to be so perfect and it seemed like no matter what he did things were just going all sorts of wrong.

“It’s all good. We still have the rest of the night. Plus, it’s beautiful outside!” you comment excitedly as you both walked back outside. There were no clouds in the sky and you could already see the moon. You assumed that if you were in a more open spaced area you’d even be able to spot a few stars sparkling in the night sky.

“You know, I think we’re near the park were when met” Noah observes remembering the name of the street where the park entry was. He started to feel another spark of hope that maybe he could redeem himself and make it a great date.

“Yeah? Maybe we could walk there then” you propose and he agrees.

The two of you are walking side by side in the direction of the park. You start to talk about your families, friends, work and eventually go into your dreams about the future. You were glad that Noah was so open, he had no problem talking about his life and it made you feel more comfortable. When you would speak, he’d keep his eyes on you and nod along, his attention never faltering.

Walking along the paved sidewalk with Noah, as simple as it sounded, was already the best date you’d ever been on. There was a connection between you two, something you couldn’t really explain. But it made you want to keep walking next to him all night until the sun rose.

You start to make your way onto the perfectly cut grass of the park but stop when you feel something fall on your forehead.

“Did you feel that?” you turn to ask Noah and he nods.

“Yeah, what was that?” the second he finished his sentence rain started to drizzle down.

“Rain!” you squeal out as the drizzling turned into pouring rain falling onto you. Noah spots the willow tree you’d met under and grabs your hand.

“Come on, let’s go over there” you both start to run towards the tree, hoping that it would give you some sort of shelter from the rain. You stop running once you’re both under the tree where the rain wasn’t falling. Somehow, the leaves and branches were dense enough to keep you from getting soaked. Gently wiping off the raindrops from your face you look over at Noah. He was shaking the water from his hair like a puppy which made you giggle.

“What?” he looks up confused by your laughter and you shake your head.

“Nothing.” A gust of wind sweeps in making you shiver. You rub your arms attempting to warm up but stop when Noah clears his throat.

“I’d give you my jacket but uh, it’s kinda wet” he shows you his clearly soaked jacket that he’d taken off and you chuckle.

“Yeah, I think I’m good.” He walks past you brings the jacket closer to the trunk and hangs it up on a half-broken branch. You turn around to face him and frown when you see his expression. He looked upset which confused you. Despite the rain, you thought you were having a good time. You inch closer to him slightly worried.

“Are you okay?” you ask hesitantly.

Noah looks up to you and sighs sadly. “I know I messed everything up.”

“What?”

“I was late then I couldn’t even open a door properly and I messed up our reservation which is why we’re both soaking wet now,” he shrugs disappointedly. “I wanted to impress you but instead I messed our date up.”

You furrow your brows perplexed by his statement. Yes sure, the date had a few setbacks but you had fun talking with him and being around him.

“You didn’t mess anything up, I’m having fun just hanging out with you.”

“No, I did, you deserve better.” His head lowers from the guilt he was feeling.

You bring a hand up to his forearm and squeeze it gently. “Noah, I’m loving our date. It’s perfectly imperfect.” You reply softly. He slightly tilts his head up so that you were staring into each other’s eyes.

“Really?”

You crack a smile and nod. “Yes really. All I wanted from tonight was to get to you know and I don’t need a fancy restaurant to do that.”

He steps forward, leaving only a few inches of space between you. He brings a hand up and lightly cups your cheek. “I think you might be exactly what I need in my life right now” he murmurs sweetly making the butterflies in your stomach flutter around excitedly. He leans in and you mimic his movements to close the gap of air in between you. Your lips meet and they softly press against each other, fitting together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

The wispy leaves of the willow tree start to dance around from a burst of wind and in that moment, it felt like the universe was sending you a sign. It was a cheesy thought but you both felt like this was going to the start of something truly wonderful. `

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ltwilliamhavers · 7 years ago

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New Years Eve (Rosawatts)

authors note: it’s a to the moon fanfiction! my first one ever! fun times. so, number one, i did write this pretty quickly and only went over it once so if theres mistakes im really sorry! and two, i feel like in one of the minisodes they mentioned eva’s canon family but i just. completely forgot about that. so if eva does have a canon family sorry about that- all of her family members i just completely made up. this fic is also pretty long- or at least i think so. its a little more than 5k words. just an fyi, i guess. anyway, thats about all i have to say, so thanks!

Neil was awoken to the sound of incredibly loud banging outside of his hotel room.

“Neil! Neil Watts! Open this door right now, I know you’re in there! I am not afraid to open this door by force, I swear!”

Neil sat up in his bed, feeling slightly uncomfortable due to the hard mattress and also the fact that this was not his usual bed. He wipes the sleep out of his eyes and quickly puts his glasses on so that he’s able to see more than two feet in front of him. He takes a quick scan of his surroundings. There’s cheap art of fruit baskets and lakes all around the stark white room, an old TV that he’s surprised even works anymore, and the weird, popcorn effect of the ceiling. He quickly realized that he wasn’t in his apartment he shared with Eva- but he was still groggy enough to not remember the reason why.

The woman outside the door continues to yell, obviously either not aware of the other patrons in the hotel, or she quite simply doesn’t care. She starts banging on the door again. “Come on, groom to be! Eva will literally kill you if you’re late, so if I were you I’d hurry up.” A brief silence ensues, giving the still tired Neil- not really listening to anything the voice outside says- the time to finally step out of his bed, wipe off his glasses, and head towards the door. The noise outside quickly pipes back up. “It’s also a possibility I will kill you before Eva gets the chance to. So you better hurry up.”

Neil groggily walks towards the door, it still shaking even though the person outside knows for a fact that the door is locked. Still stretching his face out, trying to wake himself up, he finally answers the person outside. “…Roxie?” Neil says, slightly yawning.

“Yes, Neil, it’s Roxie. Who else would be yelling at you at 9 am?”

“Eva.”

“Other than Eva, idiot. You guys aren’t allowed to see each other today.”

This sentence quickly jumpstarts Neil’s memory- even though Eva and Neil aren’t really ones for superstitions or traditions, they decided to do the whole thing of not being able to see each other on their wedding day.

Their wedding day.

On this day, Dr. Neil Watts is going to marry Dr. Eva Rosalene.

“I’m assuming you just woke up, considering it took me about 20 minutes to even get a response out of you.” Neil assumes that Roxie is exaggerating this, as she does with most stories, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He decided to go the safe route and not question this in case the story actually was true.

“Yeah, can I just… uh…. can you hold on a quick second?”

“Are you going to let me in or do I need to sit out here for another half hour?”

Roxie increased the time again, so Neil can safely assume that she did exaggerate how long she was outside, banging on his door.

“Just hold on!”

“If you’re in your little Pokemon boxers, I’ve seen them before. I’ll be fine. Just let me in, Neil, oh my God.”

Neil turns a bright red as he looks down, seeing his bright blue boxers with the little red Pokemon logo on it. “Wait, Roxie, how do you know I have… better question, when have you seen them?” There is silence from the other side of the door, but Neil has known Roxie long enough that she’s probably rolling her eyes.

“So, obviously you don’t remember anything about your bachelor party.”

Neil is too embarrassed to answer. He’s always been a little self conscious about how much of a lightweight he is- it doesn’t take him much to get him blackout drunk.

“Okay. Long story short, you got blackout drunk- obviously- and you wouldn’t stop taking off your pants to show everyone the ‘super cool Pokemon boxers’ that your ‘beautiful wife’ got you, even though you weren’t married yet. I tried to help you to your car because you literally could not stop stumbling, and you yelled at me multiple times for ‘trying to flirt with a happily married man.’”

Neil blushes thinking of drunk-Neil’s shenanigans, but he does think it was really funny he was telling everyone he was married. He’ll probably tell Eva about this story after the wedding- he’d like the embarrass himself as little as possible in front of her before they get married.

“Neil, I will start yelling again.”

“Just let me put my pants on, Roxie! I’d rather you not have to see my boxers while I’m sober.”

Roxie lets out a long, drawn out ‘ugh’ outside of the door while Neil quickly goes through all of his things, looking for pants. The first thing he finds are the dress pants that go with his suit, so he quickly pulls those on and opens the latch on the door, before Roxie ends up waking up the people in the building next to the hotel.

Neil opens the door, looking straight ahead, before quickly looking down to make eye contact with Roxie. He stands almost a foot taller than her, and it infuriates her whenever he jokes about her height or rests his arm on her head. He decided not to bring anything up today. He can already tell Roxie is angry.

“You owe me so many gallons of ice cream for this.”

“I really think you were only out here for a couple of minutes-”

“So. Many. Gallons.”

Neil shuts up quickly, staring into Roxie’s glaring eyes. Roxie quickly scans over him, giggling. “Graphic t-shirt and dress pants. It’s a really good look for you, Neil.” Neil turns bright red once again.

“Wedding’s at 6, Watts. All the groomsmen are downstairs. The bridesmaid are all helping Eva out- except for the best one, of course.” Roxie does the fingers in the cheek thing, smiling warmly at Neil. “None of us are dressed up yet. We’re gonna dress up a few hours before hand. We’re all going out for brunch.”

“Wait, why aren’t you helping Eva out?”

“Well, she did tell me that I could help out, but I know myself. I’d probably end up spilling everything humanly possible onto her dress. So I just decided…. not to.”

“You think it’s fine to spill stuff on my outfit though.”

“Weddings are for two people and two people only- the bride and the bride’s mother. So, no, you don’t really matter in the whole equation.”

“Yeah, because the whole marriage and love thing doesn’t matter at all.”

“Exactly!”

Neil sighs, not bothering to deal with Roxie’s logic of marriage and weddings this morning. “So I’m gonna get changed so that… I don’t want to go to brunch looking like this.”

“That’s probably a good idea.”

“Thanks, I try,” Neil says, with a cocky grin. Roxie rolls her eyes as Neil closes and latches the door.

* * *

Eva keeps twirling the engagement ring around her finger. She has a lot of pent up nervousness about this day- it needs to be perfect. Not that she’d ever tell Neil, but she’d daydreamed a lot about her wedding day. Sure, as her third-grade self she had never imagined the man she would one day marry would’ve been a snarky, sarcastic asshole, but she did know that she would’ve never picked someone she wasn’t sure she truly loved. She knew she made the right choice, she just didn’t want to kick off their marriage with a horrible start.

Her mom, Estella, walked into the bedroom alongside Eva’s twin sister Charlotte (who was called Charlie by basically everyone who knew her). They looked like they were glowing.

Charlie started lightly jumping up and down, clapping her hands and smiling cheerfully. “Evie, it’s here! You’re getting married!”

Eva jumps up with a start at this, not realizing that they were in the room. Eva starts, “How long have you two…” when Charlie sprints towards her and envelopes her in a bear hug.

“Evie, oh my god, you’re getting married! It’s finally happening! I’m so excited, oh my god! I’m the most excited I’ve ever been!” Charlie pulls away from the hug, still slightly bouncing. “Well, okay, probably not the most excited, I was probably more excited on my wedding day, but you know what I mean. And you’re probably more excited than I am. I mean, that makes sense, right? Anyway.” Charlie takes a deep breath from chattering excitedly. Eva smiles warmly to herself- there’s really no stopping Charlie ones she gets talking. Not that she minds, Charlie’s always been her best friend since day one and she appreciates that she can do the talking for the both of them.

“Umm… thank you, Charlie. I am also very excited,” Eva says, stifling a laugh. She looks behind Charlie, seeing her mom still standing by the doorway. She sees Eva looking at her, and she gives her a warm smile, closing her eyes. Eva smiles back.

“So… when are we starting with the makeup? I’m so excited! I can’t wait to do your makeup! Oh my goodness, you’re going to look so beautiful! Not that you don’t already. I’m just super excited!” Charlie starts bouncing up and down again, along with her natural curls, while Eva starts giggling while Charlie keeps prattling on excitedly.

Eva looks around towards the doorway. “Mom? Where are the rest of the bridesmaids?” Her mom was one of the bridesmaids, and she had agreed to keep track of everyone. Usually that job went to the maid of honor, who was Charlie (technically matron of honor, in her case), but they all had mutually agreed they would not have Charlie in charge of keeping track of everything. Her mom responds in a small voice, “They’re all carpooling here. As you know, that girl… Roxanne? She’s staying with Neil. Too clumsy.” Her mom smiles with this last sentence. It wasn’t meant maliciously, Estella loves all of Eva’s friends, but anyone from a mile away can tell Roxie is one of the clumsiest people to grace this Earth.

The last three bridesmaids- Sophie, Maria and Valentina- were close friends from college that Eva was able to keep close in touch with. They weren’t doing anything in particular to help Eva out with her wedding, they were there for morale support and to give Charlie other people to talk to. Charlie was a professional cosmetologist, so she was in charge of doing Eva’s hair and makeup; Estella was in charge of making sure everyone was in the right place, at the right time. All Eva had to do was make sure she looked presentable, and show up to her wedding on time.

Eva hears the doorbell ring from the front of her shared apartment, and Charlie lights up. “Oh! They’re here! I finally have company!” Eva started to say something along the lines of, “Am I not good enough company for you?” but Charlie had already sprinted towards the door. In just a few seconds, she heard the hellos and semi-quiet screaming of girls by the door. Estella turns to Eva. “I’m going to step into a different room. I need to check on the Neil and the boys…” She smiles to herself. She had always loved Neil- he always managed to curb his tongue whenever he was near her. “Oh! And Roxanne.” She pats Eva’s arm appreciatively, and heads into the living room as all the other girls file in to the bedroom.

Charlie holds up a hair dryer in one hand and a hair straightener in the other. “Alright, Evie! 11 am. Gotta head out at 4. Five hours to get you ready for your wonderful groom!” Charlie smiles with all her teeth as Sophie, Maria and Valentina cheer behind her. Eva smiles sheepishly as she sits down at her vanity, waiting for Charlie to work her magic.

* * *

Neil, Roxie, Alistair, Rob and a few others who were Neil’s personal friends were still all sitting down at the brunch place. The wait had taken a while (this place was always very popular) and with the amount of people in the restaurant, the food had also taken a while to arrive. Everyone was already mostly finished up as Neil got the phone call from Eva’s mom. His phone started vibrating as the contact ‘Estella ❤’ popped up.

“Uh… I’m gonna go take care of this okay? You guys got the bill? Thanks guys love you bye!” Neil finishes quickly and leaves the restaurant to step outside as Rob yells after him.

Neil steps out into the cold winter air- Neil thought it would be romantic if they had gotten married in the winter. Eva didn’t care either way, she was just excited for the wedding. They had both decided on New Year’s Eve (which Neil had also suggested, thinking that it would be symbolic for their ‘new beginning.’ Not that Neil would ever admit this to Eva.)

He immediately regretted not bringing a heavier jacket or maybe some gloves, which Roxie had pestered him to do so and Neil had brushed her off. He picked up the call for Estella, fingers already freezing.

“Hello?”

“Ah, Neil!” He smiles to himself. He always loved how happy Estella was to hear from him.

“Yes, hi, Estella. What’s going on?”

“Just checking up on my boys! How’s Roxanne?”

Neil looks inside the window of the restaurant, watching Roxie pick up her drink and accidently spill some on herself. He turns back around. “Well… she’s exactly how you’d expect her to be.”

He hears Estella giggle on the other line. Neil smiles.

“So? Neil? Are you ready? I know I am a nice woman but if you are late I will find you.”

“Yes- yes, Estella, I’m going to be ready. All of our suits are dry cleaned and at my hotel room. Is Eva almost done with her makeup?” Neil smiles to himself again. It hasn’t really hit him yet how big of a thing this is- he’s getting married. To Eva Rosalene. The girl he’s had a crush on since high school.

“Oh, she hasn’t even started on makeup yet! She’s still straightening her hair. It might be a while.”

“Estella, not that I don’t love talking to you, but could you hand me to Eva? I’d really appreciate it.”

“Yes! Sure! Just one second.”

Neil hears shuffling on the phone and takes this moment to look back inside. He sees Rob paying the bill, then he turns back to Neil, giving him the ‘I’m watching you’ gesture. Neil quickly turns back around.

He then jumps, hearing a loud cacophony of noises from the other line. Lots of girl’s voices yelling “Hi, Neil!” and some other squeals in the background.

“Hi, hi, everyone.”

He hears some whispering that he can’t really make out, but soon he hears Eva’s voice.

“Neil?”

He puts on his sappiest, mushiest voice. “Hi, babykins!” he says, drawing out each word.

“I swear to god, Neil, if you ever say that to me ever again I will call off this wedding.”

Neil laughs. “So, babe, what’s happenin?

“I’m just getting my- OW! Charlie!” He hears some muttered apologies, presumably from Charlie. “I’m getting my hair done, if Charlie doesn’t rip it all out first.” He hears Charlie go, ‘hey!’ in a mock-offense tone.

“Sounds like a really fun time.”

“Yeah, I can tell how enthralled you are by your voice.”

“So… whatcha gettin done?”

“Neil. Come on. You know I’m not allowed to tell you what I look like.”

Neil grins. “Not allowed to say what you look like?”

“Wait, I didn’t-”

“Oh no, Eva, I’m forgetting what you look like! What color is your hair? Do you still have those beautiful dark brown eyes? I don’t know. And you can’t tell me.”

“Neil, I swear, you know what I meant.”

“Please answer my questions. I’m getting so worried. I can’t remember.”

“I hate you so much,” Eva answers, but he can tell she’s speaking with a smile.

Neil sees the group leaving the restaurant, Roxie turning around and waving at him to follow them. Neil turns back to his phone.

“Alright, I gotta go. Hanging out with my crew, you know the deal.”

Eva sighs from the other line. “Bye, Neil.”

“I love you!”

Eva smiles. “I love you too.”

“Okay, bye for real this time. Roxie has been glaring at me this whole time.”

“Bye.”

“Adios, Eva.” Neil hangs up the phone, puts it in his pocket, and walks over to Roxie to rejoin the group.

* * *

“I cannot believe you don’t know how to tie a bowtie.”

“This would’ve been much easier if everyone could’ve worn a tie, not just the groomsmen.”

“Would I have had to help you out with tying a tie too, Neil?” Roxie asks with a smirk.

In the church’s dressing room, Roxie was standing on her tiptoes to try to help Neil get his tuxedo on. Neil was able to get everything else on- Estella made sure he could button everything and that everything was the correct size for him. However, Neil had never learned how to tie a bowtie.

“Well, you see, I know how to tie a tie. I just never wear bowties.”

“It’s really not that difficult.”

“Don’t patronize me, Roxie. Not on my wedding day.”

Roxie giggles a little bit, as she finished up his bowtie. Neil makes eye contact with Rob, standing by the doorway. He’s there to make sure Neil and Eva don’t see each other before the big moment.

“You really should learn how to tie a bowtie, Neil.”

“Rob, do not make me resend your best man responsibilities.”

Even though Neil and Rob had more or less hated each other when Neil had started working, Neil had eventually warmed up to him. Rob was one of the ones who first caught on to Neil’s crush on Eva, and prompted him to ask her out. Neil decided that this was good enough to give him the position of best man.

Rob smiles. “You’re going to resend my best man responsibilities.”

“If you keep talking like that, yes, absolutely.”

Neil walks over to the tall mirror to check himself out. He does a few poses in the mirror, giving Rob a glare when he sees him laughing in the background.

“I can’t believe I’m going to look better than Eva on our wedding day.”

“That part’s debatable,” Rob answers.

Roxie adds onto this. “Yeah, you haven’t even seen Eva yet. Trust me on this one, she looks absolutely stunning. I can’t wait to look that good on my wedding day.”

Neil turns around, putting on a self assured face. “No, trust me, I definitely look better than her. Me and Eva are having a little competition for whoever looks better today.”

Roxie raises an eyebrow. “…Eva agreed to that?”

“Well, no, but… I did. And that’s what matters.”

Roxie and Rob sigh at the same time.

“Are you nervous?” Roxie asks.

Neil has felt butterflies in his stomach the whole day, and now knowing the wedding’s going to start in half an hour his hands have started to shake.

“Absolutely not. I was born ready for this, are you kidding?”

Roxie and Rob obviously saw through this, but they said nothing.

Roxie starts backing up towards the door. “Gotta go meet up with the bridesmaids- haven’t even gotten into my dress yet.” Roxie ducks out into the hallway. “Adios, losers!” she yells, voice echoing down the hallway. Neil sighs.

Rob and Neil stand in silence for a few moments, before Rob pipes up.

“Are you ready?”

Neil turns to himself in the mirror again, giving himself a once over. His tuxedo is all buttoned up, none of his clothes have any wrinkles, and his white boutonniere was perfectly placed in his pocket. He looked good to go.

But how are you ever ready for the most important moment of your life?

Neil turns back around to Rob. “The readiest I’ve ever been.”

“I don’t think readiest is a word.”

“Shut up, Rob.”

* * *

All of the many guests have sat themselves down in the large church. The officiant has made his way to the altar. Neil and Rob have made their way to the altar from the side door. All the bridesmaids and groomsmen have made their way to the top; all the groomsmen in black tuxedos and ties; all bridesmaids in cream colored dresses with gold sashes. Charlie then walks up to the altar by herself, in a full length gold dress. The ring bearer has delivered the rings, and the flower girl has sprayed flower petals over the aisle.

The only thing left was Eva and her father, James, to walk down the aisle.

Neil kept fidgeting with his pockets. The only other wedding he had been to before was Charlie’s, and he didn’t pay attention to what the groom was doing because he was too busy getting yelled at by Eva for not paying attention.

He now wishes he would’ve actually watched the reception instead of trying to get Eva to laugh at his jokes. Almost all eyes are on him. He’s never had stage fright, he was always a theatre kid at heart, but he has never been this nervous before in his life.

The organ player starts up and Neil quickly picks his head up to watch the big church doors at the end of the aisle. Everyone in the pews stands up, facing the doors too. Neil’s heart is beating faster than it ever had before.

The big church doors burst open, as the organ player plays a crescendo. James and Eva walk through the doors, and-

Eva looks the most beautiful Neil has ever seen her.

Her hair is in a low bun, held up with silver hairsticks. She is in a beautiful, long a-line sweetheart dress with long lace sleeves. Her face is covered with a veil, but Neil knows she looks as beautiful as she always does.

James and Eva slowly walk down the aisle, and Neil realises he’s tearing up. He remembers what he said to Eva one time- how ‘liquids and solids’ come out of his mouth at weddings- but he knew that was a lie. He was a sucker for weddings, he just couldn’t help it. He tries to wipe his eyes, before actual tears start rolling down his cheeks. He keeps his hand up by his face the entire time Eva is walking towards him, he can hardly believe this. He’s really doing this. He’s really going to marry Dr. Eva Rosalene.

James and Eva reach the end of the aisle, and Neil can finally see Eva’s face through the veil. She’s smiling at him. Neil smiles back, eyes tearing up again.

James takes a seat in the front row, watching Eva step up onto the altar to join Neil.

Eva takes Neil’s hands in her own. She looks up at him, smiling warmly. Neil keeps looking at her with bewilderment- she’s here, right in front of him, and she looks so beautiful. Neil can’t help it this time- tears start rolling down his face. He can’t wipe them away, he doesn’t want to stop holding Eva’s hands.

Eva starts giggling. “Thought you weren’t the sentimental type?” Eva whispers under her breath, while the officiant talks behind them.

“Eva. Not on my wedding day.” Neil whispers back.

“Just your wedding day, huh?”

Neil was about to respond, when the officiant said, “And do you, Dr. Neil Watts, take Dr. Eva Rosalene as your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Neil looks at the officiant, then back to Eva, staring into her beautiful dark brown eyes. He chokes up a little before answering. “I do.” He says this while not looking away from Eva’s eyes.

(Not that he’d ever tell Eva, but he did consider saying ‘no’ as a joke when answering this question, but then he realised that almost every person there would murder him. So he decided against it.)

Eva smiles at him. The officiant turns to her. “And do you, Dr. Eva Rosalene, take Dr. Neil Watts as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

Eva looks up at Neil, and holds her gaze for a few moments. “I do.”

The officiant smiles at the both of them, and then to the crowd.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

All the guests cheer loudly as Neil lifts Eva’s veil, cups his hands around her face and kisses her. When he pulls away, he sees Eva’s eyes shining. “Not bad,” she whispers to him, in a sarcastic tone. When they both turn to face the front, Neil elbows her a little bit. Eva smiles and glances at him for a moment.

They laugh as the groomsmen and bridesmaids pull out gold confetti poppers and sprinkle them with the confetti.

* * *

“Are you ready for our first dance, m’lady?” Neil extends his hand out towards Eva, who was sitting next to her family, when the lights had dimmed and the DJ had introduced the two of them to come out onto the floor.

“Call me m’lady again and I will divorce you.”

“You won’t, you love me too much.”

“That, and it’s expensive,” Eva responds with a smile. Neil frowns good naturedly.

“Oh, come on. Dance with me.”

Eva allows herself to be pulled up by Neil, leaving her family who all turn to face towards the floor. Neil turns the ‘dragging Eva’s forearm’ into ‘holding Eva’s hand’ as they get closer towards the floor. They step onto the middle of the floor, holding each other close as the song turns on. Eva looks confused for a few seconds, then looks up at Neil, eyebrow raised but still smiling. “You chose ‘You Were Meant For Me’ by Jewel? Really? How sappy are you?” Neil blushes. ‘You told me you liked this song.” Eva, smiling, leans in close to Neil, moving her arms to his back and resting her head on his shoulder. “I do like this song.”

Eva and Neil stayed on the floor throughout the whole song, swaying with each other and keeping each other as close as possible.

* * *

It was nearing the end of the reception, which meant that it was time for Neil and Eva to cut their wedding cake. The cake was 3 tiers tall, the bottom tier chocolate (Neil and Eva’s shared favorite), second tier vanilla (they both decided that they needed something basic for anyone to enjoy), and the final, smallest one, carrot cake. Eva took it upon herself to show Neil that carrot cake can be delicious if cooked by the right person.

They had done the sappy thing where they both held onto the knife while cutting into the cake; Neil playfully elbowing her, trying to get her to mess up, while Eva laughed.

When they had both gotten their slices onto their plate, Eva said, “Do you want to do that really cheesy thing where the couples shove the cake in the other person’s face?”

Neil tried to remain as straight faced as possible. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Eva took this moment as a teaching lesson for Neil, not noticing the grin growing on his face. “Sometimes, at weddings, when the betrothed are cutting their cake, they ball up some of the cake in their-”

Eva was cut off from the rest of her sentence as Neil had picked his slice of the cake in his hand and shoved it into Eva’s face. She looked confused for a few seconds, then looked back up at Neil with steely determination, a sly smile on her face. “Oh, you are so paying for that one, Watts.” Neil was about to correct her, saying that technically today, they were both Watts, but got interrupted because of the cake that was thrown in his face.

Eva had another fistful of cake, laughing, and Neil went to grab another part of his slice, when they were interrupted by a flash in front of both of them. They lower their pieces of cake and turn towards the bright flash, seeing a smiling Charlie holding her phone. “Oh, sorry! You two just looked so cute so I thought I might as well get a picture, right?”

Neil was about to say something along the lines of ‘that’s alright,’ but was once again interrupted by the act of cake being shoved in his face. He turned to the Eva laughing beside him. “You’re paying for that one too, Watts!” Neil said, as he picked up Eva, now laughing even louder, and slung her over her shoulder. She playfully hit him, yelling, “I swear, Neil, put me down!” if she could get it out between bursts of laughter. Neil was smiling too, and Charlie continued to take multiple pictures of the newlywed’s shenanigans.

* * *

Most people had already filed out at this point. Only Eva’s family, the groomsmen, the bridesmaids and a few stragglers were left. It was time for the final dance.

“You picked this final one too, yeah?”

Neil looked at Eva. “I absolutely did. And you’re gonna love it.”

Eva rolled her eyes in a good natured way.

The DJ introduced the final song, saying it was almost time to pack up, as Neil stood up from his chair and once again tugged on Eva’s arm to get her to follow him.

“I’ll stand up if I find out it’s a good song.”

“Alright, well, I guess you’ll just have to watch me out there, alone, busting some pretty awesome moves on the dance floor.”

“So you do admit it’s a bad song?”

Neil sighs while smiling, as he makes his way to the dance floor. He stands in a pop punk boy band pose while waiting for the song to start, making Eva giggle. The first beginning notes of the song start, as Neil starts to dance horribly. He watches Eva put her head in her hands while laughing, causing Neil to smile.

On the loudspeakers, Come on Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners was playing.

Whenever the lyric, ‘come on Eileen!’ played, Neil sang ‘come on Eva!’ loudly over it. Eva turned bright red from the embarrassment of her husband, but was smiling nonetheless.

Neil had stayed out there for about 30 seconds, starting to get worried that Eva wasn’t joking when she said she wouldn’t join him. But when he turned around, and he saw Eva standing up from her chair, smiling and shaking her head, with a glint in her eyes-

He saw his whole future.

#to the moon #finding paradise #rosawatts #neil watts #eva rosalene #hope yall enjoyed. lmao.#i just love eva and neil so much.... getting married..... its what the deserve #*they deserve #my writing

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softsadgay · 7 years ago

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***woah here comes what is essentially an essay about my body image issues/disordered eating and it’s kind of... rough so just heads up***

(for the sake of my own clarity of both writing reading this (esp since i don’t expect anyone else to), i’m doing a combo of stream of consciousness and formal writing.)

I’ve gained a lot of weight in the past 2/3 of a year. Not anything too wild and I haven’t weighed myself in so long that I’m not even sure the exact number, but enough the point that I have had to buy a lot of new clothes because some of the stuff from a year ago no longer fits me/looks really unflattering in way it didn’t used to.

I started junior year by moving into a new apartment, and I no longer had access to a gym or running track (my family has horrible knees, so i’m terrified of running on pavement). Cardio has been a BIG part of my weight and mental health management for the last four years. From mid-2014 to mid-2017 I was running an average of four days a week, often closer to five or six, with a view periods of exercising for at least two and a half hours daily and only exercising two or three times a week. A range, but always a consistent presence.

There were a lot of reasons why I made running a big part of my life, and it had good and bad consequences. Was I over-exercising for many periods of my life in order to lose weight? Absolutely. Did I lose an obscene amount of weight because of it? Not exactly.

Most of my weight-loss occurred when I made a major change to my diet during my last semester of high school. I went vegan and ate moderate size meals at consistent times of day. It started changing my body instantly. It was rapid and was exacerbated by my hyperthyroidism. I was motivated to make that change to lose weight after I was cast as Jesus in Godspell and knew I’d be on-stage in my underwear for my entire first number.

As time went on, I wanted to lose more weight. Always convinced I was “still too fat.” This mystified a lot of people, so I quickly started phrasing it as “being healthy,” which people will accept as a reason to work out excessively while eating far less than an active person should to support their body.

However, exercise also had some amazing effects on my mental health (though obviously not in the body image and eating department). I went off medication about a year before I started exercising. My mood swings were constant and dangerous. I would be entirely bed-ridden for days. Other days I would be at 142% and bouncing off the walls. I had multiple episodes were my depression made me aggressive. It felt like being possessed. My mom remembers that period of my existence as being an entirely separate person from who I was before and after that year.

When I was exercising, I was being consistent enough for it be creating the chemical equivalent of a strong anti-depressant. Obviously I was still dealing with mood swings and really horrifying thought habits, but I was generally a lot more stable and happy. Working out was compensating for my brain.

I’d used food and over-eating to cope with my emotions and mental illness for many years leading up to this period. I never saw it that way, but in hindsight, it was absolutely an issue. It vanished temporarily when I changed my lifestyle.

And then it came back. At first, only occasionally, with immediate horror afterwords. Triggers were varied, but often came from days were I had either particularly high emotion (feeling impervious to food) or incredibly low emotion or stress (a need for something comforting). It increased in frequency over the next two years, but was still fairly “controlled.” It was the minority. The rest of what I was doing in diet and exercise more than compensated for it. No one could tell it was happening, and the few people who had the details to put two and two together didn’t.

Over this period I would occasionally gaining a bit of weight, rarely noticeable to anyone but I was losing weight when I wasn’t gaining it. (I actually have a major anxiety around that. It’s been so long since I felt like I was doing anything other than gaining or losing weight. I never know how to stabilize and maintain.) And while my mental health wasn’t perfect by any means, I was overall doing okay. Some hopelessness, but I was moving along in life.

Then this year happened.

I wasn’t able to easily work out the way I’d been. I decided this would okay. I would eat a bit less than when I’d been active. I’d still do some in-home muscle routine things to keep myself a little active, and I’d rely on dance class to be the more rigorous activity. And for a period, this kind of worked. This period also had complications. There were two boys who I placed a lot of undue meaning on to validate me, neither of which were ready to validate themselves, much less another scared person. I also made a very dumb decision and got cast in my college’s production of Spring Awakening, which was incredibly triggering and stressful.

Suddenly my mental health was failing. I’d started drinking, never able to do so without having at least five or seven drinks, but averaging on ten. I was having mood swings again, though thankfully rarely as extreme as they were in high school. I was losing interest in things I cared about. I was regularly considering self-harm and suicide.

In my theory, my brain was freaking out. The things that truly used to help it function better, like exercise and routine, were gone. The things that I added to my life, like alcohol and boys and sex, were not giving it the consistent lift it needed. And my brain was searching for anything to get the endorphins it wasn’t getting. That’s when my diet changed again.

I decided I didn’t care about being vegan anymore, which is a valid decision on its own, but it was for the wrong reasons. I needed something to self-medicate with. Binging “healthy vegan” food was not satisfying enough. My brain needed more. So I stopped being vegan.

I was eating like someone who was going to die the next day. It was the kind of eating that got addicting quickly, especially since I have a disposition to addiction. It also didn’t do the job my brain indulged in it for. It gave an extremely brief feeling of freedom, before immediately switching to self-hatred and depression.

But my brain still needed something. For brief periods where I’d allow myself to drink again, alcohol would take over as the solution, but alcohol was a lot more intrusive and harder to hide, so food reigned as #1. And that’s how things were for several horrible months.

I was gaining weight consistently. Clothes started wearing different. I could see the change in my body, and a few other people did too.

And then it stopped again when I started dating the boy who would become my first boyfriend. I wanted to take better care of myself again, and the high of a new relationship supplemented needing a different regular coping mechanism. (To be clear though, the relationship was actually incredibly healthy and positive. It’s unfortunate that I wasn’t finding other sources of stability, but it was a positive source.) I stopped binging as regularly. I completely stopped drinking. I applied myself more in dance and all my classes. I ate more consciously, but not strictly. For two months, I was stable, and really happy and confident.

And then that high ended too. The boy started growing distant and I was losing steam. I starting binging more. I started drinking again. And then, for entirely unrelated and very good reasons, we broke up a little before the semester ended.

And that’s how we get to the last two months. No school or routine. A few brief periods of eating better and exercising, and then binging daily and occasionally getting drunk. And unsurprisingly, I’m incredibly unhappy.

And then in the past two or three weeks, I started getting on the horse again. Falling off, but then getting back on. It’s been five days of being on it now, and, though I may be a little optimistic, it feels like it’s going to stick this time. I found a nearby park to run at. I’m eating well, though perhaps a little restricted. I’m being more productive. My mental health is getting to a better place, and the effects of physical activity should get stronger over the next month.

Today I looked in app were I have a few progress photos from two periods of my time actively trying to lose weight. They don’t have dates and I don’t remember exactly how far apart they were taken, but I’m fairly certain I was taking a picture once a week. I remember being able to see the change when I took them, but being frustrated by how slow I was changing. Looking at them now, it’s terrifying (in every sense of the word) how fast my body is able to change if I give it the right variables.

I’m not above wanting to lose weight. And I don’t know if that’s good or not. I want to get back to the weight I was a year ago. I know I’ve never been satisfied, but I’d like to fit all my clothes again and feel good about myself again. If I’m truly happier and healthier, what’s wrong with wanting to lose weight?

I’m worried I’ll start the same cycle again. And that’s why I’m writing all this out for the first time in a coherent way. The last four years have been a incredible, if not terrifying, learning experience for how my body and mind work for and against each other. And that’s what I’m reassuring myself with. I’ve learned. The same thing can’t repeat because I’ve learned. I won’t go off the deep end again because I learned.

It’s a new horse and I’m a better rider now.

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lady-une · 7 years ago

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Always and Forever

So the other day i was feeling kind of soft and Jay was dancing his way through my head like he always is. After looking at some writing prompts i came up with this. I hope you enjoy and i also did a mood board so yay me! As always big thanks to my luv @tears-of-orphans for doing a quick read on this. And please share if you could and let me know what you think!

Pairing: Jay park and reader (f)

Theme: best friends

rating: cute for soft jay

word count: 3135

You slowly dragged your tired body into your apartment, fully exhausted from a long day at work. Today like any day you often wondered if all these late hours were really worth it. Would the upper management even acknowledge all the hard work you were putting in? Would you finally get that position you have been after for years? Kicking your heels off and dropping your stuff on the floor near the door you walk your way over to the bed and fall into it. Grabbing the pillow from the head of the bed you snuggle into it letting out a long sigh, finally feeling all the stress escape your body. Just as you felt your body falling into the deep sleep you were disturbed by your phone loudly going off. You reach for another pillow to cover your face trying to drown out the loud ringing, eventually it stopped and you smiled only for it to start again. You knew who was calling and the last thing you wanted to do was go out. You continue to ignore it until finally it stops all together, you smile as you take the pillow off your face thinking you can finally get some rest. A rhythmic knocking at your door had your eyes shooting open followed by your phone starting back up.

You clamp your eyes shut wishing your friend would let you rest in peace but in the end you get up off your bed and walk over to the door opening it so your friend can enter your small quaint apartment.

“Y/n, why didn’t you pick up your phone? Plus why are you still dressed like that? You said you were going to go out with us tonight.”

You shut the door and look at your friend who was sporting the silliest puppy dog face, the one that would always get him his way but not tonight.

“Jay I am exhausted, even if I went out with you guys I don’t think I could even stay awake. Can I take a rain check?”

“You promised, you have flopped on our plans the last couple of weeks. I was really looking forward to it. We never really get to hang out these days.”

You walk over to your bed and sit down on the edge looking up at your friend who was now pouting. You and Jay grew up together with your parents being best friends. When he left the states, you were lost without him but he always made time to keep in touch with you. When you had finally made the choice to move to Korea to further your career you had thought it would only be a small stay. Four years later and you were still here trying to get a name for yourself in the fashion world. Not everyone could be like Jay making their own way, he was living his dream and you were always so proud of him. While your dream was to have your own fashion magazine, you knew it probably wouldn’t happen so you just decided instead of being your own boss you would allow someone else to tell you how to do things and fetch their coffee.

“I know and I am sorry Jay, it’s just things are crazy at work and I really want this promotion.”

“Y/N I don’t know why you stay there, they don’t appreciate all that you do for them. Why won’t you just let me help you start your own magazine?”

“Because I don’t want to get hand me outs, I want to work for my own stuff. But let’s not talk about that, you have a party to get to and I have a nice hot shower I need to take before I crash for the night.”

Standing from your bed you make your way to your dresser grabbing an old shirt and sleep shorts along with your undergarments before making your way to the shower. Stopping with your hand on the door knob you look back at Jay.

“Make sure you lock up and maybe we can do coffee tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

The shower felt amazing on your aching muscles, you didn’t even know you were hurting in some spots until you felt the muscles relax under the hot streams coming from the shower head. With the bathroom nice and steamy you move from the water stream to sit on the edge of the bath tub. You couldn’t help but think about Jay’s face when you turned him down yet again. You hated breaking your promises but work had to come first, being the man Jay was with his work ethic you knew he understood. Yet it didn’t make you feel any better as you missed him as well. You missed the late nights of relaxing and watching random shows on the TV. A laugh escaped your lips thinking back to the one day in November where you two sat watching iron chef, they were cooking Turkeys and one decided to make his in a pig bladder. Jay had made a comment that maybe it would taste like bacon while the idea of it being in a bladder no matter how much they cleaned it repulsed you. Eventually the water became cold and you knew it was time to get out. You went through your nightly facial routine before getting dressed and exiting the bathroom.

Upon leaving the bathroom you stopped right in your tracks at what you saw. There lounging on your bed was Jay wearing a pair of his sweat pants he left at your place and no shirt. Your eyes then noticed the bags of food sitting on your little kitchen table with the smell of your favorite restaurant filling your nostrils.

“Jay what are you doing here? I thought you left?”

“I did leave, I went and got food for us. I called the guys and told them to go on without me, I needed to spend some time with my girl.”

You felt the blush creep up your chest to your cheeks as it always did when he called you that. You knew he didn’t mean anything by it, it was just a pet name he gave you back in grade school that just stuck with you. He started calling you that when the girls were making fun of you for the lovely teenage blemishes you had. What Jay didn’t know was that’s when your feelings changed for him, you didn’t see him as the older brother anymore instead he became the boy your cherished and grew into the man you wanted to spend your life with. Turning from Jay and walking to the food gave you a chance to collect yourself, you knew things would never be that way with Jay and you had to keep yourself in check.

“Jay you didn’t have to.”

“Well I had no choice, I want to spend time with you before we go on tour.”

The reminder of his upcoming tour made your heart ache. It was already hard enough to find time with both of your schedules but add on a tour and the fact that he won’t even be in the same country made the pain worse. You close your eyes to keep the tears at bay and when you open them Jay is right next to you with some bowls to put your food in. You look at him and let a small smile grace your face. With both of your bowls full of your food you make your way back to the bed to sit and watch TV.

“What do you feel like watching Y/N?”

“I don’t know, put something funny on.”

Jay pulls up the guide and looks for something finally setting on the movie “White Chicks”, it was a movie that you two loved to watch. You both laughed between bites at the Wayne’s brothers antics. It always bugged you that no one could tell that they were men horribly dressed up as two small women, yet it made for a good comedy movie. That’s Hollywood for you, hell that’s pretty much the entertainment world. Jay use to tease you all the time for your love of Sailormoon, himself not understanding how the people couldn’t put two and two together. As if there are multiple young teenage girls running around with blonde long meatball hair styles, either that or everyone was just plain daft. Soon enough the credits were rolling and you were both finished with your food. Jay not entirely ready to leave you for the night suggested an old school show to watch.

“How are we going to watch it? I doubt MTV has that on their website.”

“I actually found a YouTube channel that has all the episodes of FEAR on it, I have been waiting to watch it with you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I remember us always talking about how we would go on the show once we got older. That we could outlast all those wimps and wouldn’t even get scared.”

“Oh my god yes! They were horrible with how they would get scarred at the littlest things.”

“So you wanna watch it?”

“Hell yes!”

“Go put the bowls in the sink and turn the lights off while I get it up on the TV.”

With a new round of energy you grabbed the two bowls and went to the sink rinsing them off before leaving them to wash later. Walking to the light switch you turn it off and turn to go back to the bed. Stopped yet again at the sight of him on your bed only being illuminated by the glow of the TV as he has tongue stuck between his lips while he searches for the channel he was talking about. The man was a sex god to so many fans, all of the comments on his social media never allowed you to think otherwise. Women and men leaving comments about how their oppa looked sexy dancing or how they knew what he could do with that tongue of his. Yet you saw him as your best friend. The dorky silly kid who let you dress him up when you were 5 because you wouldn’t stop crying that you had no one to play dress up with. The silly kid who would always pull pranks on you but never allowed anyone else to. The best friend who always stood up for you against the bullies. The best friend who punched a boy breaking his nose because he wouldn’t shut up about how developed you were in the chest compared to the other girls. Jay was your everything but he would never be truly yours.

“Earth to Y/N, come in Y/N.”

“What?”

“What are you thinking about over there, I have been calling your name but you stood there like a zombie. Are you really that tired? I can go if you wanna sleep.”

“Oh uh sorry, got lost in a thought. No don’t go, let’s watch our show.”

Jay stood off the bed to pull the covers back and you climbed right in scooting to your spot near the wall. Since Jay often would have to get up and leave at random times in the night you always slept near the wall so he wouldn’t have to climb over you. With Jay finally settled under the covers next to you he hit play and the familiar intro music filled the dark room.

The show was just as cheesy as it was all those years ago before the found footage style of film took off. The cast was strapped with cameras to their chest and their helmets, allowing them to capture everything as they went on their solo and sometimes companion missions around the dark eerie location they were camped out in. You laughed at some of the comments they were making or how they were acting. Yet being Jay, he knew exactly when to strike, his hand jumped out to grab you on the side just as a scary part came on causing you to shout a loud curse as you jumped damn near off the bed. You turn your head to glare at Jay but all you see is his had thrown back as loud hard bits of laughter came from his mouth. He was laughing so hard that his hands went around his waist to hold it as the laughter was causing his stomach to hurt.

“Ha ha, laugh it up Jay. Just you wait, your turn will come soon enough!”

“I couldn’t help myself, you were so in tuned with the show I couldn’t pass up the chance. Whatever you dish out will be worth it to see you jump and cuss like that.”

“Mhmm, we will see about that.”

You grab a small pillow and smack Jay across the chest with it.

“Pabo.”

He grabs the pillow from your hand and tosses it to the ground before his arm comes around your shoulder puling you to him so your head can rest on him.

“I’m sorry, I will try to hold the scares in I promise.”

The episode ends and another starts as you let out a yawn, the round of energy was finally starting to fizzle out.

“Sit up.”

You look at Jay before following his command, you sitting up allowed him to shimmy his way down on the bed. With him fully laid back he grabbed your arm and pulled you back down so your head was laying on his chest. This wasn’t anything new to the two of you, you often would snuggle like this when watching a movie or when you two were just relaxing listening to music. Another yawn escaped your mouth and you nuzzled your face into his chest taking in the comfort he was providing you.

“Close your eyes Y/N and get some sleep.”

“No, I wanna watch some more episodes with you.”

“The episodes aren’t going anywhere.”

“No but you are, you will probably leave once I am asleep. Then you will be gone on tour and we will be back to the dark ages of doing video messages or just texting.”

“Nothing I can do about that, if I could I would drag you with on this tour but I doubt that would be possible with your job.”

“No it’s not, I am just going to miss you.”

“I know and I will miss you too but I will be back before you know it, plus we can spend all the time possible together before I go.”

“I hope so.”

“We will.”

“Besides, I couldn’t come anyways. Me being there would cramp your style and you would lose out on the tour booty.”

“Oh whatever, you know damn well I don’t fuck around like that. Girls are crazy out there, I am not trying to get caught up in some baby mama scandal or some shit.”

You laugh knowing he was telling the truth, no matter what the media tried to portray he wasn’t the fuck boy everyone says he is. He was like any other man wanting only one girl in his life, to have that strong connection to the woman he loved. He eventually wanted the whole package, the wife and kids but now wasn’t the right time for that. You smile as you feel Jay move to lay facing you with you still fully in his arms. His free hand went to your hair to caress it like how you loved, knowing it always helped you fall asleep. His chest started to vibrate as he hummed a soft melody causing your eyes to get extremely heavy. Your breathing evened and you could feel yourself falling into that warm embrace of slumber. Some time passes before you hear Jay speak.

“Y/N, are you sleeping?”

You don’t answer as you can’t even find the energy to open your mouth.

“You must be. I wish I had the courage to say this when your awake but I don’t. Call me a coward because that’s what I am.”

You felt his chest raise with the deep breath he took, you were fully awake but tried to keep your breathing the same to not let him know you could hear him.

“After all these years I still can’t say this to your face, but I love you. God I have loved you since we were kids but I didn’t even know it back then. The years we were apart were the worst, with all the bullshit I went through I just wanted you here with me. Now that I have you here I don’t ever want to let you go. No woman could ever measure up to you, none of those girls who throw themselves at me could ever replace you in my heart. But to see you with a guy is probably the most painful thing I ever have to go through, but I do it because I want you happy. This tour is going to be so hard on me and I wish I could share these feelings with you but I can’t. I know you only see me as a brother and best friend, that’s why I won’t ever say anything. I don’t want to make you run away from me. Just know that I love you.”

You can feel the tears prickling at your eyes trying to escape and you couldn’t even make a sniffle or an any other noise because you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable knowing you heard everything. But god you wanted to pick your head up and tell him what he meant to you, to tell him that you felt the same way. That you have felt that way for years! But you didn’t move, you staid in that same spot even when be dipped his head to lightly touch his lips against yours. You stayed that way until you felt his chest rise and fall in a slow pattern signaling that he had fall asleep. It was then that you slowly moved away to prop yourself up a bit to look down at him as you wiped the tears that fell. His face was so peaceful with his lips slightly parted, how you wanted to wake him back up and tell him you loved him. Instead like the coward you were you also finally spoke the words you have held back for years.

“I love you too Jay, always have and always will.”

You slowly lowered yourself back down into his embrace and felt him pull you closer as he rubbed his face in your hair taking in your scent. You closed your eyes and let out a sigh but your eyes shot open when you heard his voice.

“Always and forever Y/N.”

#side note i really do love watching iron chef #the episode in question was one i watched back in high school and really wanted to try #please share my stuff lol #jay park one shot #jay park scenario #jay park scenarios #jay park imagine #jay park fanfic #jay park #jay fucking park #jay park imagines #jay park story #soft jay park

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likeaguardianangel-archive-blog · 7 years ago

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send an ask: get to know your author: Answer them all please :D

omg xD honestly. why this? i can’t haha.

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

Not that I know of? I feel like I get the urges to write certain subjects and then I look around eagerly and hope that someone will like it enough to write it with me. I haven’t purposely held off on too much. Although I guess I do hold of on M/F couples with Barry sometimes, though it’s not really about the story and more about what I’ve said in #2.

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

Oh god. I get embarrassed so easily. I’m probably most embarrassed by any smut I’ve written. Because I always feel like such an impostor. I know so little about it in truth, haha. I’m always like ‘oh god, I am this virgin over here who really doesn’t know how that shit feels’ and then like dramatically flop on my bed or something. So I guess those types of things I get embarrassed by easiest, as I am the kind of person who can write words like dick or cock or whatever, but saying it aloud gets me all flustered. It’s truly embarrassing.

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Usually I just write from what I read first, the first paragraph and go from there. Sometimes though, if my rp partner said such a good line that my muse was like ‘omg I have to say /this/’ then I start from there and work my way through the post backwards. But that doesn’t happen super often. Usually it’s just the first to last strategy.

4) favorite character you’ve written

I think that’s a tough choice. Like, I’ve written so many characters, and I’ve loved them all for very different reasons. But since I’ve been missing this one particular character lately, I’m going to say him: Jacques Crevette. He was originally a character from a Disney RPG, a personified version of the shrimp from finding nemo. I know, you’re probably looking at me right now like: why such an obscure character?? The thing is, they had an awesome skeleton for this character, featuring the ability to heal via touch, and I thought that was so so fascinating. It’s really funny, because the skeleton originally said this character would be aloof etc., but my muse sort of became its own thing. A bouncy, energetic, people loving character that liked to sing when he was happy, but also sing when he was having a tough time. He was an interesting muse. I think the fact is he was so weird, and to me it feels I developed that character from the ground up and I am incredibly proud of him. I miss him something fierce.

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Well, I was surprised that I ended up writing Barry. For a while there I really didn’t think I would be doing that. But I also think...okay so there was this intense character in this fandom I was in (les mis), and i would have the desire to write him (Enjolras), but I was so so so incredibly intimidated by the idea of writing him. Like, I was sure that my take on him would be so terrible and it would end up being this horrible disaster. Honestly, a lot of muses I took up from the les mis fandom were like that. I lack confidence sometimes. It’s how I am.

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

I’m not sure. I try not to go back and look too often because I tend to be pretty self-conscious about what I’ve written. I have anxiety so it’s not very productive for me to take a look at what flaws I can find. I know what I want to do better with (description), and for me that is more than enough.

7) when asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

Wellll. I say I write, but I can never say what I write or really who I write with. My mom used to put down my rping a lot when I was growing up, so I’ve learned to just...keep what I write to myself, even when I’m really excited about what I’ve been writing. No one really knows that I rp and that’s kind of how I think it’ll stay tbh.

8) favorite genre to write

Oh man. I love a little bit of the romantic comedy sorts of elements, but also angst/drama. Fantasy is always fun (dragons guys. Dragons are the fucking best). Really anything that is missing a bit of realism is great. I mean come on guys, I write The Flash. I love the superpowers and the ridiculousness in some ways.

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

Sometimes I go to Netflix and I do a rewatch of the Flash. Usually it’s like the sad episodes where Barry cries (admit it: he’s beautiful when he cries), but sometimes it’s episodes like the Duet one which is just fun. So fun. And then other times if it doesn’t need that much of a push, just my own motivation, I pull up my spotify playlist for Barry and I listen and let the words that I think fit him wash over me and help me get writing.

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I can do either one. Honestly I write with my family in the living room at times, and others I write while I’m in my room alone. Really that doesn’t matter to me as long as no one invades my personal space with it.

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

I think I’ve improved some of my writing of dialogue? Honestly, Barry is such a talkative character, it’s really been a focus for me to work on intonation and emphasizing certain words based on how he’s feeling. So I think that I’ve gotten a bit better with that? I don’t know, that’s the best I can come up with.

12) your weaknesses as an author

Dear god I mean....I think I write too much in my character’s thoughts and not enough of actions or what’s going on at that same time. Honestly that’s what’s been bothering me the most. I’ve been trying to improve that but we’ll see how that goes.

13) your strengths as an author

Ummm....that I’m willing to go in so many different directions? Idk that I can write decent dialogue, and I think that the characters I do choose to actually put out there have such strong personalities. I might struggle in description, but I do make up for it with their thoughts and what I think would impact them the most. Is that a strength? I feel like it is.

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

I make playlists for muses as a whole. So I have a Barry Allen playlist, a Steve Rogers playlist, etc. And then I have a couple of ship playlists and that kind of thing. I don’t ever base it on a thread, but I do on characters and their relationships.

15) why did you start writing?

Well my friend introduced me to an rp thing when I was like...11? at the time I was god awful, but I really enjoyed it and I would see some talented writers who were doing so much more at the time, more in depth, paragraphs and all and I wanted to be able to get to that point. I am, perhaps on occasion competitive for the weirdest reasons. The first few things of writing were like horse based or hp based, but I think when I got to HP stuff, I wanted to be able to write things that the books or movies just didn’t cover. I wanted to be able to put voice to things that could have happened but didn’t.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

Haunt me? Oh god yes. I did a horrible, truly horrible take on Lucifer from SPN. I just...the directions I went make me really mad at myself. Like just...no. no no no no no. I’m scarred just thinking about this. Ugh god help me but I was so fixated on a thing back then. I refuse to be like that. Yikes. Just. Yeah. Lucifer. Even thinking it is embarrassing, so I just don’t want to go any further in detail there.

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

I would tell myself not to push myself before I was ready. Not to throw myself in the adult world before I really knew what I was doing. When I was thirteen I was already writing smut and stuff which is just...I shouldn’t have. You see the stuff about illegal and all now, but nobody was making a big deal out of it at the time. But I think I could have benefited just...not doing that until I for sure was ready.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Ummm. I’m not sure? I think maybe the Percy Jackson books a little bit in terms of the snarky little thought process of the character and the way that’s done. Ummm....I don’t really know how to describe my writing style so I’m not sure if certain works did influence me like that. There’s that novel the Things They Carried which has a unique way of describing things and thinking. Maybe something from there, Harry Potter without a doubt as that is a huge influence. Maybe some Tolkien? Eragon? I don’t know man.

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

Well, if it’s really complex I end up opening a word doc, as I have a super organized rp partner who did it long before I did. And since they influenced me there, I now write up timelines if I feel like I need to remember/mark it down. I honestly haven’t done that with anything on here yet. I probably should. But you know. Whatever. The point is yes. Google docs if I need to organize things.

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

It depends on the day and the mood. Sometimes I can just sit down and whack out multiple replies and keep at it. Other times I write one or two and then say ‘good job Lena, you done enough today’ and go read. It really depends.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

I cringe. Honestly that’s just the way I am. I can’t look back on stuff too often for that reason.

22) are there any subjects that make you uncomfortable to write?

Yeah. I can’t write anything about space/outer space or throw any of my muses in that sort of setting. I also can’t handle other people writing excessively detailed gore? It’s like, if I don’t have the control on what gore it is and how it’s done I just...I feel sick and I can’t do it and I overthink about it. Like one time another writer killed off my muse’s husband, and the way they did it (without consulting me on that particular way of dying) well it had my nauseous for weeks. I think most anything else I can write if we talk about it, but those two things are iffy for me.

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

I feel like my brief tenure in an apartment has helped me a little in context of thinking of how some of my muses would live etc. Before that I only had the vaguest idea of how people handle apartment living. Haha. I know, it’s helpful to experience shit. I can’t think of much else.

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Yes. Actually for a thread me and @keeperoftheliars were doing, or are still doing I think technically. I like...look. The reason I originally wasn’t going to do Barry is cause I don’t science. I feel kind of bad for leaving the science out a lot of times but so does the show. They often forget to demonstrate Smart Barry who is in fact a CSI etc. Anyway, I’m digressing, but Barry had to talk about fingerprinting criminals, and to my immense displeasure, I did research what would happen if people damaged their fingerprints in often gruesome ways and what would be done about that. Unpleasant. For my writing of Steve Rogers, I read up a lot on the different illnesses that he had, on how he would have lived in the past, in order to understand what things he might still do today, out of habit, or out of respect for that time period. Yeah, I definitely research where I can on subjects I don’t fully grasp.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

(okay so this is a few paragraphs, but i really really enjoyed this starter)

As was becoming the frustrating norm, Barry just wasn’t fast enough. Zoom had an insane strength to him, only bolstered by Barry’s own speed. The loss of his father had caused something in him to shatter. The hatred towards the other speedster fueled Barry, but as he chased the other through his city, he knew that that hatred alone wouldn’t help him stop the guy. But it pushed him forward anyway.

Barry had shut off his coms half an hour into this ridiculous race with Zoom. He knew what his friends and family wanted. They wanted to work together to handle him. But Barry had lost enough in this fight to want them to have nothing to do with it. The man had been monstrous enough to kill Barry’s father right in front of him. He likely wouldn’t stop to think about his feelings with anyone else important to him.

He couldn’t watch another person he loved die. And, admittedly, he was still slightly bitter about the fact that his friends had locked him in the pipeline to keep him from going after Zoom. He kept running, twisting past cars and trees and chasing after Zoom, always chasing. He had never had a moment where he had come close to equaling the other’s speed.

At some point though, it seemed Zoom tired of simply having Barry chase him around, and before Barry knew it, the other darted out towards the speedster. catching him completely by surprise, the other speedster’s punch hitting him in the stomach and sending him flying backwards. The lucky thing: he didn’t crash into any cars or civilians. The unlucky: he collided with a very solid wall, not having had the time to ready himself to phase through it as he could have.

Everything ached. And Zoom was there a moment later, grabbing him by his throat and lifting him up, seemingly delighted by the power he held over Barry. Barry managed to get a few hits in, and found them running again, though this time it barely went another block before he was sprawled on the ground in the park. He groaned, forcing himself to his feet as he tried to prepare himself for the next blow.

#ooc #about the mun #this took a while xP #keeperoftheliars

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cyjprojectarchive · 8 years ago

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light | jackson

prompt: 28. “light.” / link to the prompt list here. group: got7 imagine/fic

pairing: jackson wang, you genre: comfort, fluff words: 2621 note: i wow i said i was gonna keep these short hence the name drABBLE SERIES ;~~~; but i missed writing for jackson sm so like,, eh it’ll do :’))))

Your phone rings, and you almost drop the cup of coffee you’ve been downing for the past five minutes as you clumsily grab the electronic device from the kitchen counter, excited and jittery to answer the call.

“Hello? Jackson? Are you back? Should I leave my apartment now? How was the flight?” You say in a flurry, breaths heaving from the adrenaline rush pumping through you– thanks to the third caffeine intake you’ve had all night.

You knew today was the day Jackson was arriving back from a week of guesting in numerous variety shows in China. Once he comes back to South Korea he was only given two days to rest up before joining the other boys in promoting their own album.

Knowing that you’ll be separated from your boyfriend once again for a good while (which you’ve grown to understand and be patient about nowadays) you asked if you can go and stay with him in the dorms for at least a day. You don’t even have to do anything but just lay in bed, order some takeout, and sleep the rest of the day away.

Jackson loved the idea, not like he was going to tell you to come over anyway as you beat him to it, and told you he would immediately call the moment his feet landed on Seoul ground.

His flight, however, was a late one and reasonably so as he knew fans had been waiting for him to return after his individual schedules overseas.

Jackson had always been appreciative towards his fans, interacting with them in the most polite and caring way he can. You admired him for his dedication to his career, and the genuine happiness he expresses to the public.

But Jackson had been working extremely hard the past couple of weeks with minimum rest in between, sometimes even none. So he thought it was best to get a lowkey flight time, but seeking your approval first as he knew you were going to be up all night waiting for him to arrive.

You’ve been waiting for Jackson for almost two years now, sacrificing your beauty sleep to see him and finally be in his arms again was nothing now.

With the help of coffee, of course.

You didn’t expect to hear your boyfriend’s usual cheerful tone as he was probably beat from the flight, but hearing such a defeated and breathless answer from the other end made your heart beat excessively- and it’s not because of what you just drank this time.

“Hi, baby. I missed you too,” Jackson mumbles drowsily, tiredness evident in his strained voice. You sink into the chair you’ve been sitting on for the past couple of hours your bum had already gone numb from, but your attention shifted to a more important matter at the moment.

You sigh heavily, but remain hopeful and warm as to encourage Jackson’s spirits to lift up.

“Should I come over now? Are you in the car yet?” You ask softly, beginning to collect yourself as you grab the bag you’ve stuffed some necessities into. You pick up the keys to your house on top of the coffee table and start making your way to the door until your hear Jackson whisper, “No. I’m coming over.”

Pausing in your tracks, you retort, “Wait. What do you mean you’re coming over?” You hear a faint sound of air condition in the background, and an engine starting so you assume he’s safe inside the car and out of sight from lingering fans.

“Yeah, I told the driver to drop me off your address instead. It’s closer, and I really need to see you already,” Jackson mutters, a yawn escaping his words. You slowly drop the bag already slumped on your shoulder, easing a smile on your face as you hear Jackson’s words of affection.

“Alright then, if it’s no trouble at all,” you tell him. “Shall I prepare you a bath, food, anything you need, Jacks?”

“Just you, babe,” Jackson replies calmly, but you can almost hear the smirk on his lips. You bring a hand to your lips, preventing the smile forming and the red tint warming up your cheeks.

Jackson can be extravagant when it comes to your relationship, but even simple phrases like that can already make your heart melt.

“Alright. Whatever you say, Wang,” you try to brush off the fluttery feeling inside your stomach. “I’ll prepare you some clothes and I’ll get the bed ready for the two of us. Get here safely, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, baby. I’ll see you soon,” Jackson says. “Don’t fall asleep on me!” He adds with a cute huff at the end. You chuckle at his childishness but reassure him that you won’t be closing your eyes anytime soon before you meet him face to face.

Time seems to go by slowly, and you groan as you toss and turn on your side of the bed. You feel like you’ve been waiting for an hour, but it’s only been ten minutes since Jackson called you. The caffeine in your system wasn’t helping your body to keep still, so you sit up from the mattress and do some arm stretches to keep you occupied.

Your head turns to the side, spotting the picture frame with a photograph of you and Jackson on your second year anniversary.It was taken in Hong Kong, and it was also the first time you met his parents in person.

It was truly a magical night for the both of you; Jackson’s parents warm welcome and the romantic night in you spent in a hotel was more than you could ask for. You were embarrassed to have your photo taken by his parents, but Jackson’s mom initiated the action, reminding you of how special that night was not only for them meeting their son’s significant other, but for the two of you as well having spent two years together.

You sported a reminiscent smile on your face but you remember that Jackson doesn’t know you kept the photo next to your bed as he hasn’t really visited your apartment ever since then. Squealing in embarrassment, you quickly turn the frame downward– with not enough time to hide it as the doorbell rang through the walls.

Tucking a strand of your hair out of your face, you take a deep breath and restrain yourself from overwhelming your boyfriend with a hug disguised as a tackle. You open the door, ready to greet Jackson with a chaste kiss on his cheek before your heart sinks to your feet at the sight of the Chinese man before you.

If Jackson sounded horribly on the phone, he looked even worse. And that’s coming from a place of worry, as Jackson always looked his best in your opinion.

Tonight, the stress had gotten to his posture, slumped and strained. His luggage and bags are on his side, adding to the heaviness his figure exuded off. Without saying a word, you carry his belongings into the house.

“Babe, I’ll get it–”

“No, you go straight to the bed,” you tell him firmly. You expect Jackson to protest some more, but a surprise look passes over your face as you hear him sigh in resignation, foot steps treading to the entrance of your bedroom.

You make your way inside, shoving his stuff to the corner. Jackson had already taken his top off and you blush at the sight of his muscle toned upper body, but you shake your head right away, finding it ridiculously that you still felt like a little school girl catching a glimpse of the heartthrob at school.

Which, in this case, Jackson is the heartthrob boyfriend who caught you staring at him, wide eyed and jaw dropped. He smirks, even with his eyes drooping in exhaustion, he still managed to prove himself sexy and alluring.

You approach your boyfriend with a playful slap on his arm. He chuckles, kissing you on the cheek. He continues stripping himself out of tight jeans, and you hand him his old pajamas and a loose shirt, but he only accepts the former.

“You’re not…?” You trail off, gulping at the thought of Jackson sleeping half-naked with you.

Really, it’s been that long.

“Yeah, why not? Don’t you miss this?” Jackson asks innocently, wrapping himself beneath the blankets. Once he found a comfortable position, he pats the empty space next to him, and you shake your head in amusement. You inch closer to the side of the bed, until Jackson stops you with a ‘tch’ sound, pointing directly at your chest.

He gives you an expectant look, and you begin to feel the heat rising to your ears.

“It’s only fair, babe,” Jackson says simply, as if it was the easiest thing to do in front of him. You weren’t in disapproval of it as you have had the urge of being as close to his skin as possible the days leading up to your meeting, but in the actual moment you had to do it, it made you nervous. Shy, even, of what he’d think of your body and whether his standards have changed overtime.

“Don’t overthink it.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Stop scrunching your eyebrows or they’ll stay that way,” he reprimands teasingly, crossing his arms in the process. You sigh in defeat, and with trembling fingers bring your shirt up to your face and onto the floor albeit messily. You immediately enclose your chest in the confines of your arms, but Jackson is quick to counter this off by pulling you against his bare chest.

“Not so fast,” he whispers in your ear as your attempts of releasing his strong grasp becomesfutile and so you just laugh it off. The feel of his skin brings back a certain familiarity you couldn’t describe, so you just indulge yourself into him. You feel Jackson easing into your touch as he kisses the top of your head, one arm protectively around your shivering shoulders and the other playing with your fingers.

“This is nice,” you comment out loud after a few minutes of calming silence. The caffeine had begun to dissipate as you are left with the immense comfort Jackson’s physical body provided your own. Sure, video calls had to be enough the time you guys were apart, but now that you’re finally reunited skin to skin, you wanted to feel every bit of him, every inch of him.

“I know,” Jackson responds, sighing in content. You haven’t talked about his flight, his guesting nor future plans and Jackson is thankful. It’s one of the things he loves about you.

You, of all people, know he’s not always sunshines and rainbows as if nothing in this world can break apart his positivity. Undeniably, Jackson Wang is a positive person, never exerting less and always giving his all.

But at times, Jackson Wang also needs to unwind, releasing all the hate, stress, and worries that have attacked him all the while he was showing his strength to the world. You know when Jackson wants to express his liveliness, but more importantly, you know when Jackson needs to express sadness that had accumulated deep into his senses.

And he’s glad he can show you both, talk to you about both. And for right now, he’s content you know he just wants you to breathe in sync with him, respond to his quick pecks with lingering kisses.

“Are you asleep?” You try, hearing only relaxed breathing from the man before you. Carefully looking up, you see Jackson having his undivided attention on you, eyes remain droopy and a smile almost permanently plastered on his face.

“I thought you were tired,” you whine, snuggling closer against his chest. Stroking your arm gently, he hums in approval of your intimacy. “Never of you,” he shoots back, and you will yourself not to punch his chest in retaliation.

Instead, you roll your eyes and mock his corny pick-up line. Pouting, he nuzzles his nose against yours making you whimper in delight. Jackson smiles at your reaction and places his lips onto yours for the nth time that night. You giggle into the kiss and jut your lower lip to feel his tongue exploring your mouth.

You can’t believe how good of a kisser Jackson can still be even if he was tired as hell. And you aren’t complaining.

You momentarily come up for air, and as your lips reach for his again, the hand massaging your arm is gone and you notice your boyfriend leaning into his side. Your eyes widen in panic as you force yourself on his outstretched arm, but too late, he’s already turned the picture frame right side up.

His eyes scan the picture, face neutral of any emotion. Biting your lower lip, you shrink back into the sheets. You couldn’t believe he’d notice your effort of hiding the embarrassing picture, but really, you can never truly hide something from Jackson and get away with it easily.

“You’re not supposed to see that,” you squirm, muffled with the sheets crumpled in your face. Jackson’s head slumps back onto the pillow and his hands snatch the edge of the fabric away from your blushing visage.

“You know, for a second I thought you were cheating on me,” he confesses, looking at you with a curious expression.

“What?” You say, bewildered.“Jacks, I would never do that to you!” He brings his hand to your face, caressing the tense jaw. “Of course, baby, no one is else is good enough for you,” he contemplates out loud. You decide to stay quiet because 1) you’re still beet red from getting caught and 2) he was right.

“But why’d you hide it? I think it’s adorable you have a picture of our second anniversary on your bedside table. I have us on my lock screen, too,” he offers in an attempt to relieve you of your shyness. It really isn’t a big deal, now that you think about it, but you didn’t want Jackson to think otherwise of you. The few months of not seeing each other in person took a toll on your previous confidence that Jackson still thought of you the same when you first became a couple.

“I’m sorry,” you finally admit, looking at him. “I missed you a lot and sometimes I want the video calls to last a little bit longer, but I understand how that I can’t get what I want all of the time, so I just stare at our picture until I fall asleep.”

Jackson is silent for a moment before his lips curl into a grin so wide your heart almost stopped. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, you close your eyes and feel the moment between the two of you.

“You’re adorable and I love you so much,” his voice is velvet in the coldness of your room. You kiss his slowly parting lips, smiling at him beginning to succumb to sweet slumber.

“You’re amazing and I love you so much,” you tell him, although he probably only got some parts of it as Jackson begins to snore lightly. His arm is still holding onto your waist, but the heaviness of his body starts to alleviate as you wrap yourself around his torso.

He looks like an angel, tired and all. His face is solemn and glowing in the dim illumination of your night light. Melting into his peaceful expression makes you want to meet him in his dream, and so you let yourself fall asleep in the light and easy atmosphere, bodies melding together as the last thing on your mind is the person you know is the one.

#g7hyungnet #kreativewritersnet #jackson wang imagines #got7 imagines #jackson wang scenarios #got7 scenarios #emjae fics

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thefinny-d · 8 years ago

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When You’re Around

Tagging: Finn & Rachel Location: New York City Notes: When Rachel has a few shows in New York, Finn decides to head across the country and surprise her.

Finn couldn't stop smiling during his flight from LAX to JFK. It had only been a little over a week since he had last seen Rachel but he already deeply missed his girlfriend and after some secret planning with Taylor and Jeremy, he was flying to New York to surprise her. When he arrived in New York he got a taxi to take him to the hotel where Taylor, Jeremy and Rachel were all staying and he smiled at Taylor when he met him in the lobby. "Hey man, you can leave your shit in my room and grab it after the show once she knows you're here. She's gonna freak the fuck out when she sees you. She talks about how much she misses you all the god damn time," Taylor said with a laugh as they headed up to his room. "God, I miss her so much too. The timing with work and everything just seemed to go perfectly, you know? Any time I get where I can come see her I'm going to take." Once he had his stuff in Taylor's room, his friend headed off to the venue so he could get ready for rehearsals and Finn opened up his suitcase so he could get ready for the night. After getting dressed (into the outfit he had Savannah help him pick out) he was ready to head off to Rachel's show. Jeremy and Taylor and assured him that everyone was in on the surprise aside Rachel, of course, and when Finn arrived at the venue he couldn't help but smile. God, he just wanted to see his girlfriend. He stayed out of sight until Rachel, Taylor and Jeremy were on stage before he was comfortably backstage and able to watch his girlfriend perform. Her talent constantly amazed him and to see her in front of a huge crowd in New York City filled with people singing along to lyrics that she wrote was truly insane in the best possible way. Despite everything that she had been though she was finally living her dream and he couldn't wait for her to come off the stage so he could wrap her up in his arms and let her know just how proud of her he was.

Rachel was honestly just so excited to be performing. It was weird being away from Finn and never having any kind of contact with him, but she knew that this was what she had always wanted. It was insane to even be in a venue like she was in. "So, are we doing the normal set?" She said, sitting in her dressing room across from Taylor and Jeremy who were sitting on the couch against the wall. "Uh, maybe we shouldn't do the... covers and shit. Like the guitar covers you do with Josh's stuff. Change it up a little bit, you know? You don't want to do the same thing every time... Maybe do that nice song you're writing about Finn." Taylor said, her raising an eyebrow. "It's not finished, you know that." Taylor shrugged, looking to Jeremy. "You have it all finished. Just tell us the chords and we can totally do it. You underestimate yourself. You could totally do it." Rachel sighed. "Fine. We'll do it towards the end. Not last, because if I fuck it up, I don't want the concert to end on a bad note. I'll introduce the song so people know that if it's shitty, it's because it's not finished." It was weird going up on stage and having a different set list than usual, but she knew that it was still good. The entire concert went amazingly and singing her new song about Finn definitely wasn't as scary or as horrible as she thought it would be. Looking out at the crowd, she held onto the microphone, offering a small smile, waiting for some of the noise to die down. "I've been through a lot of shit in the past year. And I know all of you probably have, too. We're not perfect, you know? But... you guys are gonna find someone that loves you for all of those imperfections, okay? This song is called Malibu. It's about that one person that loves me even with all of the shit I put him through." She said with a soft smile before starting to play her new song. The moment it was over, she could feel her heart swell with love. She was pretty sure that she'd never get over the fact that her and Finn were good now. That they were finally together for real. For forever, hopefully. After finishing up the last couple of songs of the concert, she thanked everyone before walking off the stage, Taylor and Jeremy following close behind her. She handed off her earpiece to a stage hand before she laughed at a joke Taylor told, her rolling her eyes before stopping in her tracks when she saw Finn backstage. "Holy shit." Rachel breathed out, her smiling widely before she moved quickly over to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I can't believe you're here," Rachel laughed, gripping onto him impossibly tighter.

Finn smiled as he watched Rachel perform, knowing that she was truly the most talented person he had ever known. He was so proud of her for coming this far, for achieving a tour as amazing as this and just hearing people sing along with her music made him so happy. She had come so far from the girl he had fallen in love with when he was eighteen and he knew that he would just continue falling in love with her with each moment they spent together. When she began to introduce a new song, his eyebrows raised and when Taylor and Jeremy glanced over at him with smirks on their faces, he couldn't help but laugh softly. This was one of the sappy songs they had been telling him about, he figured. As he listened to the lyrics, he couldn't help but smile and he knew that this song was just making him fall in love with her even more. It made his heart swell with joy to listen to her voice and he knew that she had grown so much. He knew that they were ready to take it to the next level. God, he loved her so much and this tour was proving to him each and every day that she was dedicated to him and only him, that she was just as serious about him and their relationship as he was about her. When she finished the last couple of songs, Finn smiled as she started heading off stage and when he saw the expression of shock on her face when she saw him, he couldn't help but laugh. "Hi, baby," he said with a smile on his face as he hugged her back tightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I planned it with Taylor and Jeremy. I wanted to surprise you and I figured that surprising you in New York City would be a pretty cool place to do it." Finn smiled as he held Rachel, only pulling away slightly so he could dip his head down to press his lips to hers. He kissed her passionately until Jeremy smacked him on the shoulder and he couldn't help but laugh as he looked up at their friends. "Save your reunion sex for later," Jeremy said with a laugh. "I just wanted my girlfriend to know how much I love her and missed her. And how much I loved that song," Finn said softly as he looked down to Rachel once again.

Rachel couldn't believe that Finn was here. She honestly had no idea and while she knew that Taylor and Jeremy were acting a little strange, it wasn't any more strange than normal. It was honestly surreal and she was so happy that this was all happening. She missed him and while they had just seen each other, she knew that she hated being apart from him. "Hi," Rachel said happily, laughing softly as he spoke. "God, I can't believe that you're really here. This feels so surreal. I just... wow. I really didn't think I'd be seeing you until I got to LA. I can't believe you're in the city. This is insane." She said before kissing him again, pouting slightly at Jeremy when he spoke. "See, exactly. He wants to show his girlfriend how much he loves her. I don't see a problem with that. I mean, I'll start the reunion sex now. I don't exactly care if we have an audience. He might, though." She said before looking up at him, smiling gently. "I'm glad you liked it. I was writing it when I left, but I basically finished it on the road." Honestly, it had come to her randomly but it really did mean a lot to her. "So, what made you do it? Come all the way here? I mean, I know that we wanted to see each other, obviously. But I'm going to be in LA soon. I'm happy you're here, obviously. I missed you so much. But uhm... How long are you here for? Just as long as we're here? Or just the day?" She asked, her one hand at his cheek. "Thank you. Again. I can't believe that you're really here. It's so surreal. I was just talking earlier today about how I wanted to see you. And here you are. I'm surprised these two were able to keep a secret for as long as they did."

Finn smiled down at Rachel before they shared another kiss. God, he had missed this girl and he couldn't even describe how happy he was to finally have her in his arms again. When Rachel said she would start the reunion sex now even if they had an audience, he raised his eyebrows at his girlfriend and laughed softly. "I think I'd mind a little bit, baby. Sorry, Jeremy, I know you'd love to see how it's really done." Finn could help but laugh at the look on his friends face from his comment before he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. "The song was amazing, babe. You're so insanely talented." When she asked him why he gone all the way to New York to see her, Finn smiled softly. "Well, I've never been to New York before and I figured it seemed like a cool place to come see you. Plus, I mean, I missed my girl. I'll be here as long as you guys are. I had some time off of work and it just happened to match up with you being here perfectly." Finn resumed walking with Rachel, following Taylor and Jeremy offstage and to the room where everyone involved with the show and guests could hang out. "Here I am. I was thinking about how much I missed you ever since you left and believe me, if they hadn't kept it a secret they know I'd be pissed." Finn smiled at Rachel and leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek, his eyes filled with love as he looked at her. "So, did you guys have anything planned for tonight?" he asked as he looked from Rachel to Taylor and Jeremy. "I mean, we wanted to go out. Usually Rachel ditches us but maybe you two will actually come with us this time?" Finn laughed softly before he looked down and Rachel and smiled. "I'll do whatever you want to do, baby. I just want to spend time with you."

Rachel knew that they'd all make the most of having Finn here and she hoped that her and Finn would have a very interesting night now that he was finally here with her. Of course, she wanted to be able to hang out with Taylor and Jeremy with Finn because they were all friends over everything. But that didn't mean that she didn't want some alone time with her boyfriend. "I haven't been to New York in a really long time, so we can just explore. We have the day tomorrow because we have two shows here. And I mean, we'll have soundcheck tomorrow afternoon, but until then, I'm all yours. And then the next morning we leave. Which sucks, because I'd love to spend some time here and do touristy things with you. Maybe we can do something tomorrow morning," Rachel said with a soft smile before turning to Taylor and Jeremy. "I don't always ditch you, but it's better if I just don't go. I don't want to have issues because I decide to go out for one night." Rachel said to them, shrugging. "But I'll go out with you because I have Finn. Not all night, though. As much as I'd love to be spending time with the two of you, I do have some reunion sex that needs to happen at some point tonight." A laugh left her lips as she shook her head, moving to wrap both of her arms around Finn's waist, pulling herself close to him. "Alright, cool. Because we love you Rachel and we know you want to have your reunion sex or whatever you want, but he's our boy. So we gotta have a good time. All four of us. We used to go out all of the time so we need to have a good night. Let's go out somewhere and get a little crazy." Rachel looked at him and raised her eyebrow. "Uh.... I mean, we can get food and get just a tiny bit tipsy. You can just eat, if you want. It'll be way cheaper for you." Rachel chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, we can do that. Just don't get too drunk. Because I don't want to deal with the two of you hungover during soundcheck again. Oh, how the times have changed. Last year, that would have been me in your shoes so I'm kind of glad I don't feel like shit every morning now."

Finn nodded when Rachel said that she just wanted to explore. "That sounds good to me, baby. I like the sound of wandering around New York with you and just doing some touristy stuff." As she spoke to Taylor and Jeremy, he couldn't help but smile softly. It made him so incredibly proud of her to know that she was so in control of herself, that she knew when to go out and when to sit the night out to avoid temptation. He loved her more than anything and to know that she was in such a good place made him so happy. "Yeah, sorry guys, we can't give you our attention all night but we'll hang out a little before we head back to the hotel," he said with a smile as he looked down at Rachel and held her back tightly. Finn definitely wanted his and Rachel's reunion sex since it was something that the both of them looked forward to each and every time they were apart. "We'll have a fun night out and you two can not get too drunk so that we don't have to deal with you. After we all hang out tonight, my focus is gonna be on my girlfriend so you two better not get super wasted and ruin that," he said with a laugh. He only had a few days with Rachel and he knew that he wanted to enjoy their time together as much as possible. "I like that you don't feel like shit every morning too, it makes me happy to know we can get up early and explore New York a little bit," he said with a smile. "Alright well, let's head out then before you two ditch us. Oh - Finn, we have to find some video game time while you're here too," Taylor said as Jeremy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we definitely will guys. Maybe tomorrow after the show," he suggested. Once Rachel, Jeremy and Taylor had everything they needed and were ready to go, Finn smiled softly as he walked with his girlfriend behind their two friends. He took her hand gently in his as they walked, knowing that it just felt good to be with her like this. It felt good to just feel normal again."Do you have any idea where they want to take us?" he asked Rachel softly, a small smile on his face as their eyes met.

Rachel looked up at Finn with a smile and nodded. "Yeah. Finn and I don't want to have to carry you back to the hotel. You need to be coherent enough to get back on your own because I'm not dealing with you again," Rachel said with a soft laugh as they began to leave the venue, her eyes moving to her and Finn's hands that were latched together. "Hey, we won't ditch you that early. I want to be able to have fun even if I'm not getting crazy." As they continued to walk, she shrugged at Finn's question. "Not really. Probably some bar they like or heard about from the stage crew. Or some weird bar and grill thing so I can eat. I went out with them a couple of times and just stuffed my face with wings so I didn't do anything stupid. I usually just go back to the hotel room and talk to you on the phone if you're not at work, so I haven't been out with them all too much. I went out with them when we were at a show in Ohio and they were trying to pick up women. Ever since then, I've steered clear of their outings. But I know you want to hang out, so it'll be good for all of us." Once Taylor and Jeremy turned into a building, Rachel followed, her hand still in Finn's. "Isn't it weird to be together? I feel like I'm dreaming. I'm so happy you're here, especially because I get to do stuff a little out of my comfort zone. But I'll be with you, so it's fine. I'm just happy that we have time together and that we can talk for a long time but this time, not through a computer screen." As Taylor and Jeremy got them a table, Rachel sat down with Finn, running a hand through her hair. "I'm happy that I don't have to babysit them alone now. They're like little kids on this tour but I figure that they deserve it. I was crazy last time."

Finn looked down at Rachel with a smile on his face as she spoke. "Wings sound so good right now. That's a way better distraction than alcohol," he said with a laugh. "And I mean, I love the fact that I get to talk to you most nights. Hearing your voice is always the best feeling when we're apart." When Taylor and Jeremy arrived at a bar and grill, Finn followed along with Rachel. "It is weird to be together, isn't it? I feel like I'm dreaming too, believe me. This whole trip was kind of last minute since my schedule just seemed to work with when you guys were here. And this is out of my comfort zone too... a lot of stuff is out of my comfort zone unless I'm with you, honestly. And believe me, baby. I'm happy that we can have time too. I needed this." As the four of them sat down together, Finn turned his attention to Rachel and he couldn't help but laugh as she spoke. "We're always babysitting them, Rach," he said with a laugh. "And we babysat you half the time last tour. Finn covered the second half of the tour and we all know how that went," Taylor said with a laugh. Finn shook his head at his friends comment, knowing that the last tour was definitely the last thing he wanted to think about since it had been so incredibly dramatic and difficult. "Oh, I already see some drinks that I need here. Finn, you gonna have anything?" Jeremy asked. "Oh, no. You guys know I don't really drink. Maybe a glass of champagne or whatever at a wedding but that's it." When Taylor and Jeremy both exchanged a look, Finn couldn't help but laugh. "We're gonna get you drunk one day, Finn. I want to know what you're like." Finn sighed softly before he looked down at his girlfriend and smiled. "Why do so many people want to get me drunk? I promise I'll probably just be a mess since I never drink." Finn glanced down at the food menu as he leaned back on his chair while draping his arm over the back of Rachel's. "Well, you said that you'd have champagne at a wedding, right? So we'll know when you and Rachel get married then." Finn knew that Taylor and Jeremy loved bringing up him and Rachel getting married to get them flustered but the truth of it all was that Finn really was beginning to get serious about wanting to propose to Rachel and he couldn't help but smile to himself for a moment. "When we get married there's no way in hell I'm getting drunk. Do you guys know how much work goes into a wedding?"

Rachel looked over at Taylor and Jeremy as they talked about babysitting her. "Yeah, I know you did, but don't keep talking about it when I'm actually trying to not think about drinking. Plus, I don't think Finn wants to relive any of that in his mind, actually." Rachel said with a slight chuckle, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "I just want a soda or something." Rachel said with a shrug, looking down at her nails for a moment. "Finn, even I want to see you drunk, but I get why you don't want to drink. You haven't had anything in forever. I can't remember the last time you even had a glass of wine or something." Rachel always tried to tell herself that she'd be able to handle a glass of wine or a beer when she went out, but she knew that she'd have one drink and not be able to stop. She wasn't stupid. She wanted it every single time she was at a bar, but she knew that she had to put that part of her life behind her. And so far, for these few months, she was doing better and she felt a lot better. A blush rose on her cheeks as Taylor and Jeremy brought up their wedding, her tapping her fingers against the table. "Shut up." Rachel said with a soft laugh, shaking her head. "Finn and I are going to be very sober for our wedding because it's going to be stressful enough to plan the night and then have to run around all night to talk to our friends and family and stuff, but... we definitely don't need any alcohol. You guys can take advantage of the open bar that we're going to have there because we can't have it. Well, don't want it, anyway. And why do you always have to bring up our wedding? It's not going to happen for a while, stop mentioning it." Rachel said, pointing her finger at them. "We'll get the drinks for everyone. Finn, do you care what you have to drink? Soda? Tea? Water? Rachel, we know you want a soda or whatever so we'll get you that. Taylor and I need to enjoy the night while we still can. If we have to deal with you two all over each other then we're definitely going to need some alcohol."

Finn laughed softly when Rachel told him that even she wanted to see him drunk. "You have seen me drunk before, baby. It wasn't exactly in a fun setting though. But still - I'm just really not interested in alcohol." When Taylor and Jeremy brought up him and Rachel getting married, Finn couldn't help but laugh because he knew that they loved trying to make them uncomfortable. "I don't know, I guess we talk about it because it drives you crazy but also because it's actually going to happen this time around. I mean, unless you find a way to fuck it up, Rachel," Taylor said with a laugh before Finn kicked his leg from beneath the table. "Fuck off, man. No one is fucking anything up." While he knew that Taylor was just teasing, Finn didn't want him to bring Rachel down or make them think about the past when it was all stuff that they had put behind them. "I'll just have a soda too, guys," he said with a laugh. The two of them got up from the table and headed to the bar to order all of their drinks and Finn smiled softly as he turned to face his girlfriend. "Do they bring up the whole wedding thing this much all the time? Or is it just when we're together?" he asked her curiously. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I can't wait to marry you one day but they talk about it more than we do." Finn bit down on his lip to hide his smile, knowing very well that a wedding was probably going to happen sooner rather than later. Especially since he had already picked out the ring that he wanted to get for her. While they had agreed not to rush, this tour was absolutely proving to him that they were ready, that their relationship was in such a strong, stable place. "God, it feels so good to be with you again, baby," he breathed out before he dipped his head down to press a kiss to her lips. "Told you that when we got back to the table they'd be making out," Jeremy commented to Taylor as they arrived with all of their drinks. "You guys are so annoying," Finn said with a laugh as he grabbed his soda and immediately took a sip.

Rachel laughed gently at Finn's words. "Yeah, seeing you drunk really sucked, Finn. I mean, you were drunk for a shitty reason. So it sucked. And I was always drunk for shitty reasons before." Rachel didn't want to bring up the past since she knew that her and Finn both hated talking about it, but she knew that she couldn't exactly forget it. It would always be their past, no matter what. "They do bring up the wedding thing all of the time. Not a lot when I'm alone with them, but I mean, they do bring it up. More when you're around, though. I just think that they think it's funny that I'm not some bitch when they bring it up because I can be a real bitch." Rachel smirked, shrugging gently. "They do talk about it more than we do, though. I think they probably even talk about it when they're alone because they're not going to know what to do when we're married and they're still single. But hey, I mean, we can't be matchmakers for everyone." When Taylor and Jeremy came back, she sighed, pulling away from Finn to grab her soda. "At least I have someone to make out with," She said, winking. "You guys had plenty of girls to fuck around with in the beginning of the tour. What happened? You both get tired of fucking random girls?" Taylor glared at her teasingly. "Shut up. I think the both of us kind of want something more steady. At least for a while." Rachel nodded and went to sip at her drink before turning to Finn. "Can you believe that I'm the tame one now? I mean, I know that I'm not a saint or anything but they definitely have had their crazy moments. One day a few weeks ago when we were sharing rooms, Taylor came practically falling through the door with some girl. Ever since I had to fake being asleep listening to him fuck some girl, I decided that I needed to have my own room." Jeremy shook his head, laughing gently. "You also take the longest showers ever. You were in there for almost an hour and we had to get ready, too. So it's better that we have separate rooms now anyway. Don't blame it all on us. It's not our fault you're all committed and boring now." Rachel chuckled, shrugging. "I guess you have a point. But you guys suck."

Finn laughed softly when Rachel told him that Taylor and Jeremy probably talked about them getting married even when they were alone. He knew that their friends were happy they were together and he was glad that they supported them, however, he also wished that they didn't bring up them getting married constantly. He was going to propose to Rachel, he was just waiting for the right moment. Finn didn't want to plan some elaborate thing the way he thought he would, instead he wanted it to be spontaneous and he knew that he would know when it was time. Finn smirked when Rachel asked Taylor and Jeremy if they were tired of fucking random girls, unable to stop himself from laughing softly at the expressions on their faces. "Wow, more steady? I never thought I'd hear the day you two wanted that," he said with a smile before he turned his focus to Rachel as she began to speak. "Taylor, did you seriously have sex with some girl while you were sharing a room with Rachel? You're such a dick," he said, shaking his head as Taylor shrugged. "Hey, I thought she was asleep! She could have acted awake and then I probably would have just went in the bathroom or something for some shower sex," Taylor said defensively. "You're an idiot," Finn breathed out before a laugh escaped his lips. "She might be committed and doesn't go out as much but Rachel isn't boring. You really can't use that word to explain this girl." He looked down at his girlfriend with a smile as he slipped his arm around her waist, knowing that he really was so proud of her for being so in control of herself during this whole process of staying sober. He knew how difficult it was for her, especially being around Taylor and Jeremy who partied often and he truly was so proud of her. "I'll make sure that you're not bored at all while I'm here, baby," he said softly with a playful smirk on his face while their friends groaned in annoyance. "You complain about us having sex with random girls but we've walked in on the two of you way too many times," Taylor said. "Yeah, because you two literally walk into our apartment at any hour of the day. That's your fault, not ours."

Rachel didn't hate being with Taylor and Jeremy all of the time, because they were definitely interesting. Unfortunately, there was definitely low points in everything and she got a little crazy being so close to them all of the time, but she was happy she had two people here who cared about her. If she couldn't have Finn, she knew that she was happy to have Taylor and Jeremy as they had been with her through so much. They had been there at really low points in her life and they had also been with her for really high points in her life. and she really hoped that didn't change. "So? Dude, you don't fuck some random girl when you're sharing a hotel room with someone. Or you give me a heads up so I can go chill somewhere while you're busy. I mean, it's whatever now, but still. For future reference, I'd do the same for yo . I'd give you a heads up if I was planning on having sex with Finn if we shared a hotel room. It's common courtesy. Thank god we don't all live together, because Finn and I would go crazy with you two." Rachel laughed as she sipped at her drink, rolling her eyes playfully. "Finn has a point. You definitely do just walk into our apartment at random hours. I mean, I like the company sometimes, don't get me wrong, but you definitely do just barge in. It's not my fault you walk in on us at our house because we just utilize every surface of the apartment. Not our problem. And anyway, as soon as we get home again, you guys definitely need to give us a heads up if you're going to come over. We love having you, but you guys are definitely a little much. Hopefully I'll be busy when I get home. I can't go from being out every single day to going home and doing nothing. I know we'll wait a little bit to start working on music again, but I'll have to see what happens. I just need to work my way back into home life, I guess. I love being on the road but I know it's going to be really awesome to go home. Even if I will go stir crazy really easily."

Finn nodded in agreement with Rachel's words. "We would definitely go crazy if we all lived together. And yeah, in fact, Rachel and I have shared a room with you guys before and we didn't have sex while you were in there." He took a long sip of his drink and he bit down on his lip as she spoke, a small smirk on his face as Rachel spoke. "Every surface of the apartment?" Jeremy repeated before a laugh escaped his lips as he looked between Finn and Rachel. "Hey, when you guys are away for months at a time me and Rach have to make the most of our time at home." Finn laughed when Taylor and Jeremy smirked and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. God, he was pretty sure the two of them thought about sex almost one hundred percent of the time. "I've said it once and I'll say it again, you're the man, Finn," Taylor said, causing Finn to laugh softly. "I truly never thought anyone would be saying that to me from what I used to be like," he said before he brought his gaze to his girlfriend. "And Rach, I know you, you'll find a way not to get stir crazy." It made him so happy to know that she was excited to go home because he knew that their lives were only going to get better once they were together again. He knew he was going to propose to her soon and while he still wasn't sure on exactly when, he figured he'd carry about the ring until he felt as though it was the right moment. "I can't wait to have you home with me, Rach. It's gonna be so nice to fall asleep next to you every night," he said softly before he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "You guys suck. Like, I'm literally not a third wheel because I'm sitting next to Taylor but I still feel like I am," Jeremy said with a laugh. "That's just because you guys want to be in a relationship. You're growing up." Finn smirked when the two of them rolled their eyes and he finished off the rest of his soda before he leaned back in his seat. He brushed his fingers gently through the ends of Rachel's hair before he slipped it down to wrap around her waist, tugging her a bit closer to him. It felt so good just to touch her again after being apart for so long and he knew that they were both going to make the most of being together while they were in New York.

Rachel really wanted to just enjoy the time with Taylor and Jeremy even if half of the time, she really couldn't stand them. She loved that they could all play around and just joke but at the end of the day, she knew Taylor and Jeremy could be a little much sometimes. "Hey, Finn, you are most definitely the man. I mean, think about how you used to be all of those years ago and think about how you are now. I still was just as obsessed with you in high school as I am today so I mean, you were just as much the man then as you are now." A soft laugh left her lips and she leaned in to kiss Finn, smiling as she pulled away. "I can't wait to go home with you, too. I can't wait to wake up next to you all of the time because I definitely miss it out here. Thank god we don't have some crazy tour bus like we did for the last tour and now I can just kind of get on a plane and go to some new hotel. Being a little bit more famous has its perks. And one of those perks is free food and nice hotel rooms." As Finn pulled her closer, Rachel sighed contently leaning against him and letting her head lean against his shoulder for a moment as she let herself relax. "Ugh, you lovebirds kill me. But we get it. Maybe we should have let you sneak off to have sex. You probably wouldn't be as gross as you are right now." Rachel grinned and finished her drink off, looking over at Finn for a moment. "They're probably right, but at least we made the effort to go out. I mean, we could have been boring and just went to the hotel room. But we actually tried to resist each other for a while. I think we're doing pretty well, actually. We could be worse, guys. Way worse. Consider yourself lucky."

Finn laughed softly at Rachel's words. "I still don't know how you were obsessed with me in high school. I was so embarrassing," he said, shaking his head for a moment. As Rachel said that her, Taylor and Jeremy were able to travel on a plane and go to nicer hotels, he couldn't help but smile. She had truly come so far with her career and there were no words for how proud of her he was. "Free food and nice hotel rooms. Our careers are so different," he said with a laugh. "Meanwhile I have a room in the hospital where I nap whenever I have a break between patients." When Rachel leaned against his shoulder, Finn looked down at her and smiled before he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Yeah, I think we're doing pretty well too. If you guys think this is gross then you really have no idea what we're usually like," he said with a laugh. "But, we're probably not gonna stay out with you guys too much longer. I mean, you know, I do want to be alone with my girlfriend sooner rather than later." Finn loved their friends, he did, but he wanted to be alone with his girlfriend. He wanted to just talk to her about everything that was going on in their lives and obviously have sex too. God, he really missed her and while they had once promised they were done with the reunion sex, he figured it was just a part of their relationship now. However, he figured as long as it was just because she was on tour that he didn't mind it too much. "Where do you plan on taking me around New York tomorrow?" he asked Rachel softly as he looked down at her, a small smile on his face as their eyes met. He was so in love with her and he knew that just getting to spend the whole day before her show with her in a city he had never been in made him so incredibly excited.

Rachel looked at Finn with a small smile and nodded. "Yeah, I don't wanna be out too much longer. I mean, if we were getting drunk, it would be different. But I just want to be able to spend some time with my boyfriend. Just for a little bit." Rachel smiled as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, smiling gently and looking down for a moment. She loved the little things and she absolutely loved that he was so gentle with her and so sweet with her and he was everything she honestly always wanted. "I don't know. We can just... go to Central Park or go to the High Line or something. Whatever you want. We can get coffee on the way there and just... spend some quality time together. I have all morning. I just need to be home a little after lunch time and then I have to be stuck with these two again," She said softly, leaning up to kiss him. "I love you. And no matter what we do, I know that it's going to be amazing. I'm going to love spending time with you no matter what. Even if all we do is take a walk and hold hands. I don't care. It'll be great just because we're together." Rachel smiled gently before looking over to Taylor and Jeremy who were in conversation. A soft sigh left her lips and she played with the straw in her glass of soda that was now empty. "Hey, uh, I think we're going to head out." Rachel said softly, looking over at Taylor and Jeremy who moved to look at the two of them. "Use a condom." Taylor said teasingly, Rachel rolling her eyes. "Don't worry, we've got it covered. Don't miss us too much, alright? We'll see you tomorrow for lunch or something at the venue if you guys are there on time." Rachel moved to take Finn's hand for a moment and offered Finn a small smile. "Let's go, babe. I just want to spend some time with you. We have a lot to catch up on, even if its only been a week or two since we've seen each other."

Finn nodded when Rachel said they could go to Central Park or the High Line. He was sure that he would spend the morning looking up things for them to do while they were there since he wanted to make the most of the short time that they did have in the city. When she leaned up to press her lips to his, he couldn't help but smile into the kiss. God, he loved her so much. "I love you too, baby. And I know, I'm just happy to be with you again. We could just sit in our hotel room all day long and watch movies and it would be a perfect day to me." When she told Taylor and Jeremy that they were going to head out, Finn smiled softly at her. As much as he loved hanging out with their friends, he definitely just wanted alone time and he knew that she wanted the same thing. "I think we know how to handle the whole condom thing," he said with a laugh as he got up from the table with Rachel. When she took his hand in hers, he couldn't help but smile and he laced their fingers together gently. "Sounds good to me. I know we've been talking pretty much non-stop while you've been away but I still want to hear about how things have been the past couple of weeks." Finn smiled softly as they headed out of the bar together and he sighed contently when they began walking towards the hotel. It felt so good to just be with Rachel and he knew that he had missed her so, so much even if it hadn't been that long since they were together. "New York City at night... this is pretty crazy, isn't it? I don't know why but this place makes me feel like I'm in a movie," he said with a small smile as he looked up at the tall buildings. "And it's also probably the only place I've ever been that makes me feel small." Finn smiled as they walked together, his hand gently squeezing hers. "It was so cool to see you perform tonight, baby. How crazy is it to hear people singing the lyrics that you wrote?"

Rachel felt a smile rise on her lips as Finn laced their fingers together, her tightening her grasp on his hand after a short moment. She loved that they were always so close and she knew that she needed this closeness after so long of being apart. "I know we were talking non stop, but still, I feel like I've missed so much of your life while I was away. I mean, I haven't gotten to talk to you as much as I'd like, especially because you were working really weird hours and half of the time, we were on opposite schedules. Obviously we still got time in to talk, but it's not the same as what it's like to talk to you face to face." Rachel looked over to him after a moment and sighed, looking around at the city as they walked. "I love singing in front of everyone, especially that many people. I went from singing in my living room to singing in sold out crowds. But..." Rachel sighed contently. "It does feel like a movie. And I think that this is the part of the movie that the guy and the girl sneak off into the hotel and reunite," Rachel laughed, turning down another street and starting to walk a little faster, tugging him with her as she walked towards the hotel around the corner. After quite a long night with Finn, Rachel woke up to the sun pouring through the large window in the hotel room, her yawning as she turned over in bed to lean over Finn slightly. "Baby..." She breathed out, pressing a kiss to the side of his head. "Let's get up." Once she caught sight of the time, she knew that they had to get moving for the day so they had as much time as possible even if it was still incredibly early. "It's a beautiful day and as much as I want to stay in bed with you... I think we should actually see the city instead of just looking at it through the window," She murmured against his skin before pulling away, laying back down against her pillow.

Finn was so happy that he had visited Rachel, especially after the night that they had spent together. They were definitely professionals at reuniting with each other by now. When he felt Rachel moving beside him in the morning, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he yawned as she pressed her lips to the side of his head. "Mm, good morning, baby," he breathed out as he looked at her tiredly, a small smile pulling up at the corner of his lips. God, he loved waking up with her like this. "Says the girl who looks like she's getting ready to fall back asleep," he said, a soft laugh escaping his lips as he shifted closer to her on the bed. "You tired me out last night," he told her as he turned on his side to face her, leaning up on his arm and smiling softly as he looked down at her. There truly were no words to describe how much he loved Rachel. She was so incredibly beautiful and every day he found himself falling harder for her. After everything they had been through they had found a place in their relationship where they were so strong and stable and he was so, so grateful for that. "You're insanely beautiful, you know that, right?" he said softly as he trailed his fingers down along the smooth skin of her arm. "I love you." Finn smiled at Rachel before he leaned down to press his lips to hers, deepening the kiss for a moment. As he pulled away, he smiled and bit down on his lip before he moved to sit up. "Okay, if we stay in bed like this together we're definitely going to end up repeating last night all over again," he said with a laugh. Finn stretched before he moved to get out of the bed, a yawn escaping his lips as he made his way over to the bag he had brought with him to pull out some clothes. "Alright, I'm gonna jump in the shower quick and then I'll be ready to go. Feel free to join me if you think you can control yourself," he said teasingly as he headed into the bathroom.

Rachel smiled gently as she looked into Finn's eyes before letting her eyes shut for a moment as his hand ran along her arm. "I love you, too." She breathed out softly, sighing as he started to sit up out of bed. "I know that we'll repeat last night, but that's definitely not a bad thing, is it?" She asked, leaning up on her elbow as she watched him move around the room. "You know that I'd love to lay around all day with you, but you're right, we have plans. And I'll see, I mean, I want to join you, but your quick shower is going to turn into a really long one. But I'll see. Give me a minute." She said before yawning gently and sitting up once he disappeared into the bathroom. She really couldn't wait to just have time with him, especially after being so far away from him for so long. Once she grabbed some clothes for herself, she went over to the bathroom and smirked slightly over at him. "I'll control myself, don't worry." Rachel said, running a hand through her hair before moving into the shower with him, wrapping her arm around his waist for a moment to pull herself closer to him. "You always look so fucking sexy in the morning, babe." She murmured against his skin. Once she pulled away from him, she giggled softly and moved to look at him. "I don't want you to have to go home. But I know that I'll be home before we know it. And then we can get back into our routine. I just hate waking up alone in hotels all of the time. It sucks. I miss waking up next to you and spending the night with you. And when you leave, I'm going to miss it even more."

Finn sighed contently as he stepped into the shower, the warm water running over him causing his muscles to relax. He was just rinsing the shampoo from his hair when Rachel stepped into the bathroom and he couldn't help but smirk when she got into the shower with him. "You control yourself? I don't know, Rach. You've never been good at that when it comes to me," he said teasingly. A content sigh escaped his lips when she moved closer to him and Finn wrapped his arms gently around her waist to tug her a bit closer. "I look sexy? Have you seen yourself? You look fucking sexy all hours of the day," he said with a smile before he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of her head. Fuck, he loved her so much and he loved how he felt around her. He loved how she made him feel good about himself, how she made him feel happiness that only she could give him. "I don't want to go home either, believe me. But there's not too much time left on your tour. And your last shows are in LA so you'll be home for those and I'll be at every single one of them. You won't have to wake up alone in hotels much longer, baby." Finn dipped his head down to press his lips to hers, kissing her gently before he moved his hands down to rest on her lower back, stopping himself from moving them any lower since he knew that they would end up getting carried away." Finn laughed softly as he pulled out of the kiss and looked down at Rachel, smiling as he met her gaze. "I didn't realize just how difficult it was going to be to not touch you. I guess I'm the one that needs to control myself," he said with a laugh before he moved his hands to his sides. It felt so good to feel normal with Rachel again, to feel as though she was home with him and he knew that he couldn't wait until she actually was so mornings like this were a normal occurrence once again.

Rachel loved little moments like this with Finn. She wanted to have moments like this for the rest of her life with him. As his arms wrapped around her to pull her closer to him, Rachel bit down on her bottom lip gently. "I know that it's almost over, but it doesn't feel like it. I love it but I really miss the normalcy. I know that you love your job, but I'm sure you feel the same way sometimes. Sometimes you think about the way it used to be and it's just weird to think that it could be so much different. You were obviously always going to be a doctor, but I don't know, it's just so crazy. All of it." Rachel paused for a moment and laughed at Finn's words, rolling her eyes playfully. "Exactly. And you think I'm the one with the problem of controlling myself? I may have had a problem when we first started getting together, but now? It's all you, babe. But I mean, I don't mind." She laughed before she brought her hands to his waist, running her hands along his skin for a moment before chuckling and pulling away. "Kidding. We can't waste time. I mean, we can waste a lot of time later because we're not sleeping for as long as possible, but I mean, for now, we have to start practicing some self control." Rachel grinned as she started to run her hands through her hair, trying to actually get out of the shower quickly so they could go about their day. "Let's get this show on the road, babe. I can't wait to go explore with you. It's going to be so great to just have you here and not have to worry about Taylor and Jeremy, too. I love them but I definitely need some space."

Finn laughed softly at Rachel's words. "It's all me? Hey, you get some of the blame," he said with a smirk on his face as he looked down into her eyes. "I think whenever we're apart for too long we both get a little insatiable." When she said that they would wait until later to not have self control, he nodded in agreement. As much as he wanted to spend the day fooling around with Rachel, he did really want to see New York City as much as he could in the short time that they were there. "I can't wait to explore with you too. It's so good to be in the city where I feel like half of my favorite movies are filmed in," he said with a smile. Finn quickly finished washing up before he stepped out of the shower so that Rachel could finish as well. "I'll let you finish without me otherwise we'll never get out of here," he said with a laugh as he dried himself off with a towel. Finn headed out of the bathroom and quickly got dressed and once he was all ready to go, he sat down on the edge of the bed to wait for Rachel. It didn't take much longer before she was ready as well and Finn smiled at his girlfriend before he took her hand gently in his and led her out of the hotel room. "I want to spoil you a little today, baby," he said softly. "I figure while we're exploring if you find a store or something that you want to go into, I can buy you some things. Maybe some new clothes for your tour and stuff." Finn knew that Rachel had her own money, he knew that she didn't need him to buy her things but he liked spoiling her a little bit. He liked doing things that made her smile and he knew his girlfriend - she liked clothes. "Anything you want today is on me," he said softly as they walked together hand-in-hand.

Rachel tried to get ready quickly after Finn left the shower, her washing up quickly and getting out to dry herself off before slipping on an outfit. She was excited to go out, especially since her and Finn never really got this kind of time together, even at home. Usually, the both of them were working or they were both getting home too late to really go out like this. As they started walking out of the hotel, she looked up at him and smiled gently at his words. "Babe, you don't need to do that." She said with a soft chuckle, still holding onto his hand. She did get a lot of clothing from the tour itself and from some appearances where they let her keep what she had worn, but usually, she relied on her own wardrobe. But she was no stranger to shopping -- if she had time, she found herself shopping around in whatever city she was in before she had to start locking herself away in the venue. "Okay. I mean, you don't have to spoil me, but I appreciate it. You're a keeper. You know a way to a girl's heart -- shopping." As Rachel continued to walk with him, a soft laugh left her lips. "It's so weird how every city is just so different. I mean... LA is just so different than this. Especially depending on where you are in LA. Can you believe sometimes that I lived in that huge house and you didn't live that far from me and your development was just so different? And now, I mean, I'm so thankful to have the apartment that we do. It's really nice and it's our home." As they continued to walk, Rachel just kept looking around at the city, a small smile on her lips. It was just so strange to really be here with him and a part of her still expected to wake up from whatever dream she was in. "Can you believe so much time has passed? And... anyway, uhm, how are you? Like... after everything? I know that our last time seeing each other wasn't exactly for the best reason, but we haven't really talked about it too much since then." Rachel turned into a store that she saw as they walked, her hand still tight in his. "I just want to make sure that you're okay. Because everything looks like it's fine, but I still worry about you no matter what, you know that."

Finn smiled at Rachel. "I know I don't have to, but I want to. I like doing things for you." It felt so good to just walk with her hand in his after being apart for so long and while he knew that he had to go back to LA, he knew this trip would hold him over for a little bit longer. "They really are so different. And I remember that huge house, I used to think it was so cool," he said with a laugh. "My apartment was like the size of your living room. But yeah, I'm grateful for our apartment now too. It's a great size in a good area and it's all ours." It made Finn so happy to know that he had a home with Rachel, to know that they had a place where they felt safe and comfortable. Growing up neither of them had really had a home that gave them everything a home was supposed to and he was relieved that they had found that with each other. "No, sometimes I still feel like we're eighteen and have no idea about what life is going to throw at us," he said softly. "And I'm alright, baby. I - my mom is still in rehab. My dad seems to be off my back for now. I'm okay, I promise. I know that I kind of broke down last time you saw me but I think it was just because so many things were happening at once." Finn sighed softly as he followed Rachel into a store and when she told him that she just wanted to make sure he was okay, he smiled. "I love you, you know that? I promise I'm alright. If I ever feel like that again, I'll tell you. Although, I'm hoping I won't." Finn knew that his mom wanted to just go home to his dad once she got out of rehab but she had to go to a sober living community and he hoped being there would change her perspective. He hoped she would wake up and see his dad for who he really was. "I still can't believe that my dad kicked the crap out of me, you know? I mean, he's always been an asshole but he was never violent with me. Now he just... he seems to hate me more than he ever did and I'll never get it. I'll never get how you hate your own kid for no reason at all other than the fact that they had me really young."

Rachel knew that her and Finn had much different childhoods. While she didn't love her childhood, she was grateful for everything she was able to do with what she was given. However, she knew that she didn't have that great of a family life and neither did Finn, and she knew that it was part of why they were so connected. They definitely had their differences but that time of their life was a world away. "That's true. Your apartment was really small. But our apartment is perfect for us now, so I'm happy that we have what we do. It's not everything I ever dreamed of, but it's ours. And that's all that matters to me. It's yours and mine and we work hard for it. We obviously could get a lot more for our money, but it's all we need." She said, shrugging gently. As Finn started to tell her that he was okay, Rachel nodded gently. "Finn, you need to just... let it all out sometimes, you know? I mean... you can't just hold it all in and expect it to go away. Plus, ou know that I'll always be there to help you and I'll just be there to talk to." Finn was always there for her, and she wanted to be able to help him through things. "I can't believe he did that shit, either. If I see him again, I will literally kick the shit out of him, Finn. I mean it. If he even so much as says hello to me, I'll kill him. I hate him and I want him out of your life. I know that you don't like him and I just... god. I hate him." Rachel said as she looked at a rack in the store, a soft sigh leaving her lips. "I don't know how anyone could hate you, Finn. I mean, you're the nicest guy I've ever met and you actually care, you know? You actually want to make a difference in the world and you... you don't even hate anyone. Your dad is just so full of hate." Rachel really hated his father and she wished that she could figure things out for him even if she knew that was impossible. "I know that your mom is in a bad place now, but you've really done so much for her. She should be grateful, too. So grateful. You want to fix everyone, Finn. And as much as I love that about you, it also can be your downfall sometimes with certain people. You just try to make sense of the situation sometimes when there's just no way to make sense of it."

Finn nodded when Rachel told him that he needed to let everything out sometimes. "I know do. I just - my whole life I always held everything in, you know? It's what I'm used to doing. So now that I'm in a place in my life where I have you and we can talk about everything I guess I forget that I can lean on you a little bit too." Finn knew that Rachel wanted to take care of him just as much as he wanted to take care of her and he loved her for that. God, he loved her more than anything. When she spoke about his dad, Finn sighed softly as he shifted his gaze downwards for a moment. "You won't see him again because I'm not going to let him anywhere near you. I know you hate him and believe me, I want him out of my life too but I don't want you having to deal with his comments like last time." Finn followed Rachel's gaze to the rack of clothes she was looking through and he bit down on his lip when she told him that he was the nicest guy she ever met. "I don't know, baby. He just hates me for existing. I wish I could understand but I... I just can't. I just know that I'll make sure our kids know they're so loved and I want them to have a childhood, you know? I don't want them to ever worry about anything other than being a kid." Finn nodded when Rachel told him that him wanting to fix people was his downfall, he knew she was right but he couldn't help it. "She's not grateful. At least not right now," he said softly. "And I know it's my downfall but I don't know how to not be this way, you know? I just want to help people, especially my mom. God, even if my dad suddenly decided to be nice to me and needed my help, I'd try and help him too. I just wish my family was a family and not this fucked up thing." Finn shook his head before he focused back on his girlfriend, offering her a small smile. "You help me be better with all of that. You help me remember that I need to take care of me and I hope you know that I'm so grateful for that, Rach. I love you so much," he told her before he slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her close to him so he could lean down and press a kiss to her cheek. "See anything you like?" he asked a he pulled away from her, him looking around the store along with her.

Rachel sighed at Finn's words. "I know I'm most likely never going to see him again, but if I do, I hope you let me beat the shit out of him. I could very easily break a nose or worse. I mean, he's your dad, but still. His comments pissed me off just because no one had talked that way to me in a long time. I mean, Finn, you know the crowd I hung out with. I heard shit like that all of the time. I didn't like it and I stood up for myself even back then. But the fact that your dad did that? It's fucking gross." Rachel said, looking over at him after a moment. "And they will have a childhood. I've been sober and I'm staying sober, and we... we won't be like our parents, Finn. We'll give them a good childhood. I promise you that. You're going to be the best dad ever." Rachel said, smiling gently at him before looking around the store once again. "I know you don't know how to not be this way. And it's okay, you're just very sweet, you know? You care a lot. And that makes me love you even more. But I promise that I'll help you with everything. I know that you always concentrate on everyone else, and I need to help you worry about yourself a lot more." As he asked her if she saw anything she liked, she shrugged, moving to pick something up off of a rack she had been looking at earlier. "Well, I like this, but I really like this." She said, pointing at him and smirking before leaning forward to kiss him, her hand tightening in the fabric of his shirt as she held herself close to him. Pulling away, she laughed gently before holding the shirt up to herself. "Yeah, I think I'll get this. It's different, so I mean, I'll find a way to make it work." Rachel said, starting to move towards the registers. "Are you sure you want to get this for me? Because I can get it," Rachel said, standing close to him as she waited behind the person already in line at the register. "You know, if we're trying to make this shopping trip interesting, you need to walk into a lingerie store and buy me something. A nice little set that I can actually get use out of on a day to day basis. And I can't open the bag until I come home and see you." She said, a soft smirk on her lips as she looked up at him. "I'll show up at home with it on. I mean, obviously, I'll have other clothes on, but I mean, the other clothes won't last that long, right?" She said, not continuing because the woman signaled for them to come up to the registers. Speaking to the cashier, Rachel smiled gently, trying to keep up with whatever small talk that she was bringing up. Pretending to listen, Rachel nodded slowly, her hand moving around Finn to grip onto his shirt, keeping close to him as she stood next to him. "Okay, have a good day," Rachel said after they had paid and were given the bag, her quickly walking out of the store with him. "I love when people are friendly, but I mean, god, that woman can talk," Rachel said with a laugh, continuing to walk next to Finn.

Finn knew Rachel hated his dad and as much as he wanted to see her punch the older man in the face and break his nose, he also wanted her as far away from him as possible so that he knew she was safe. When she told him that she was going to help him worry about himself a lot more, he couldn't help but smile as he looked at her. "I love you, baby," he said softly. "No one has ever loved me like you do and I - I love you so much for always wanting to take care of me too." When he asked her if she saw anything she liked and she pointed to him, he couldn't help but laugh softly. He smiled as she pressed her lips to his before he slipped his hand around her waist and tugged her closer to him. "I really like you too, you know. I think I'll take you home with me," he said teasingly as they headed over to the registers. "Babe, of course I want to get this for you. I told you, anything you want." He rose his eyebrows when she told him to buy her lingerie and he returned her smirk and bit down on his lip. "You really want me to buy you lingerie?" he asked her, knowing that he would probably end up accidentally buying something that wasn't practical for everyday use whatsoever. "Do other clothes ever last long when you come home?" he asked her, a smirk on his face. Finn bit down on his lip to hide his smirk when they got up to the register and he tried his best to pay attention to what the cashier was saying. Once he paid, he headed out of the store with Rachel and he laughed as she spoke. "It was really hard for me to even pay attention to what she was saying after you were talking about you in lingerie of my choice," he said. "You know we're totally gonna do that, right? Because now it's on my mind. I'll pick something out for you but I want you to pick something out for yourself too. For me, for tonight." Finn smirked as he looked down at his girlfriend before he slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her into his side as they walked together. It felt so good to just spend a normal day with her and he hated that he had to go home the next day. He hated that they had to be apart from each other when he just wanted her by his side as often as possible.

Rachel laughed softly as Finn spoke, rolling her eyes. "Of course I do. I mean, you should get something that you want to see me in. I know I could be wearing a plastic bag and you'd still think it was sexy, so it doesn't really matter. I mean, you can get whatever you want. I mean, you can buy me something that's for special occasions. I can just wear it every once in a while if it's not ruined." Rachel grinned. Honestly, she made pretty frequent trips to lingerie stores, but she tried to at least buy some things that were practical and that she could wear all of the time. (When she actually wore something, anyway.) As soon as they were out of the store, she smirked up at him. "I'll buy you something for tonight. I'll wear it during the show. You buy me something that I don't know about, and I'll buy you something that you don't know about. Well, until later. You'll know pretty soon. I have to wait weeks, babe. That's not fair," She said teasingly, laughing softly as she wrapped her arm around him as well, holding onto his shirt slightly. As they walked around the city, Rachel knew this was how she wanted to spend every single day with him. Everything just felt so carefree and she couldn't wait to go home and be with him all of the time when he wasn't at work. "It feels good to be with you like this. When we go home, I know that before I left I talked about wanting to go on some vacation, but I'm definitely going to want to just go to sleep in my own bed for a while. I just want to be able to eat my own food and just... enjoy my own home. I want to be able to enjoy you, you know?" Rachel paused for a minute before looking up at him. "For tonight's show, do you want to be backstage? Or do you want actual tickets? Because I'll work out whatever you want, okay? Even if you want front row, I'll yell at people to make it work," She laughed, fixing the bag that she was holding to move onto her arm. "I'm excited for tonight. It's going to be a little bit of a smaller show. I love what I do now, but I remember performing for a couple hundred people like it was yesterday. And now there's thousands. It's just so weird."

Finn smirked when Rachel told him that he could buy her whatever he wanted. God, he really couldn't wait to buy her lingerie now. "I like the sound of that. And hey, I have to wait weeks too. Just because I'll know what it is doesn't mean I'll get to see it on you." As she wrapped her arm around him as well, he couldn't help but smile. He loved being close to her like this and he was so happy that they were together after what felt like forever. "Hey, I like the sound of the both of us just being home for a while. I just want to get back into our routine, you know? I love when we're home and we just... we get to start and end the day together, we get to sleep in the same bad and just hang out and watch stupid movies on Netflix together." Finn knew that him and Rachel would take some awesome vacation together eventually but he also knew that they just wanted to be home for a little while as well. Plus, he had a lot going on with his mom and his job and he knew that a vacation wouldn't exactly be the best idea just yet. When she asked him where he wanted to sit at her concert, Finn smiled softly at her. "Baby, I'll hang out backstage, I get a better view from the side of the stage anyway. And then I can see how much Taylor and Jeremy roll their eyes whenever you sing a song about me," he said teasingly. "And god, babe, you're doing so amazing, you know that? I'm so proud of you. It was so cool just hearing all of those people singing lyrics that you wrote. I sat next to you in bed while you wrote some of those songs and it's just so amazing to know that you are where you are now. You really made it, you know that, right? I wonder what high school you would say about your life right now because I think that Rachel would be in total shock. I always knew you'd get here. No one has a voice and has a passion like you." Finn smiled softly at his girlfriend as he looked into her eyes, knowing that he truly was so insanely proud of her. As they continued to walk, Finn felt a wave of contentment wash over him and it wasn't until he spotted a Victoria's Secret that he smirked and led her inside. "Alright, babe. You know what time it is," he said with a laugh.

Rachel nodded as he agreed to just go backstage. "I mean, that's true. You do have a better view and if I have three seconds backstage, I'll actually be able to see you and know that you're there. And I can just turn to the side during the show and see you. Which is really nice. I like having you at the shows. I just feel like everything is a lot better. I know I don't always play songs about you, but most of them are about you," She said with a soft laugh, rolling her eyes. "But... thank you. I mean, I worked really hard so I'm happy that it's paying off. And I'm happy I found the people I did. Taylor and Jeremy might piss me off every once in a while, but I love them and they're good guys. I could have been with people like Josh the rest of my life, but I found really good people who don't get into bad shit. And I know you're happy about that, too." Rachel said with a soft laugh, looking up at him. "But I don't know. The old me would definitely be in shock. She would think that all of this is some prank or something." As Finn pulled her into a Victoria's Secret, Rachel bit down gently on her bottom lip. "Okay. Well, make sure that you don't see what I'm buying and I won't look at what you're buying. There's no limit and I don't care what it is. I'll wear anything. I pretty much have owned almost every style of bra in this store, so it'll look good." After giving him a few more pieces of information, Rachel leaned up to kiss him before pulling away and disappearing into the store. Shopping for lingerie for Finn was always interesting, especially because he'd honestly like her in anything. As she searched through the different racks for something that she wanted, she grabbed one set before she continued to shop, picking up a few things she really didn't need before finding another piece of lingerie she liked. She figured that she had the money to spend and Finn definitely wouldn't complain if she had more than one piece, either. After paying, Rachel moved towards the front of the store, leaning against the wall as she waited for Finn to finish.

Finn smiled softly at his girlfriend. "I like being at your shows. And I don't care who your songs are about, I love them because they're yours." As she spoke about Taylor and Jeremy he couldn't help but smile. He truly was so happy that she had found them because they truly did fit with her and fit with all of their friends so well. "They are really good guys and I'm definitely happy you found them. I know you can take care of yourself but it does make me happy that you have them while you guys are touring, you know? Plus, you gave me even more people to destroy in video games," he said with a laugh. When they walked into Victoria's Secret, Finn nodded when Rachel said that they couldn't look at what they were buying. Once she told him her sizes so he could find something that fit her, they shared a soft kiss before going separate ways in the store. Finn thought that Rachel looked sexy in anything but he did want to find something that she would like. He wanted to find something that would make her feel even sexier but something that was also comfortable, something that she would love. God, he just wanted to get her something that made her happy. Also something that he wouldn't accidentally rip in his eagerness to get it off of her. Finn bit down on his lip as he walked through the store, knowing that he was probably taking a little longer than he should. When he found a black lacy bra with matching panties, he smiled to himself. He knew that she would look insanely sexy in this and he figured that she could also wear it whenever. So, once he had picked out her size he headed to the register and purchased it before he headed to the front of the store where she was waiting. "Hey baby," he said with a smile. "I think you're really gonna like this. I mean, I know I'm really gonna like it too." Finn laughed softly before he took her hand gently in his. "I can't wait to see what you bought tonight," he breathed out.

Rachel looked up when she heard Finn speak, smiling gently when she saw a bag in his hands. "Perfect." Rachel said with a soft laugh, her looking at the bag for a moment before looking to hers. "I'm sure you'll like what I bought. I bought three different things because I needed a little updating in the lingerie department, but I'll see what I decide to wear. Whatever I don't wear tonight, I'll at least have when I get home. So I'll have your pick to wear the first night home and I'll have the rest of my stuff to wear the rest of the week. Let's just say the first week that I'm home will be really, really interesting for the both of us," She said with a soft smirk before walking out of the store with him, her hand comfortably in his. "Well, our day out being tourists turned into us shopping. Not that I'm complaining, but... it's not like it left us a lot of time to do much of anything else. Do you want to just grab a smoothie or something and walk around for a little bit longer before we go back? We have a few hours, we can take a walk around Central Park for a little bit. But I do need to make sure I get back on time because I was late yesterday to sound check and I think everyone wanted to kill me. I felt like that typical primadonna pop star that shows up late to everything with Starbucks in her hand," Rachel said with a soft laugh before she began to lead Finn down a different street. "Thanks for surprising me, babe. I think it turned out really well for the both of us and the proof is definitely in these bags," She teasingly before smiling up at him, squeezing her hand in his. Rachel was just happy to be able to be here with Finn and she knew that New York was such a change from what they were both used to. LA, even though it was also crazy, was a much different pace than what New York was and while she loved being here and being anywhere in the country on tour, she also knew that she couldn't wait to get home and finally experience some normalcy with her boyfriend.

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