#My graphics tablet arrives tomorrow

[blue-jisungs]

YELLOW CAB

author's note. i kinda slayed w the banner ngl

summary. 3rd time is a charm, right? especially when the guy whose ride home you stole is kinda (very much) cute

word count. 2111

genre, pairing. crack and fluff lmao!! graphic design hybe worker!yn x idol!seungkwan;; sassy kwan.

warnings. one or two curses, mention of throwing up

letting out a deep sigh, you stepped outside the hybe building. holding the file with your notes and sketches, you pressed it closer to your chest as you whipped out your phone. the weather was quite stuffy, air no better than in the office. 

some of your coworkers passed you by and walked towards the parking. 

shaking your head, with a few swipes you ordered a cab. living without a car was manageable but quite a pain in the ass, especially on days like this when you didn’t feel like taking the metro. 

you stayed overtime, again. it’s really a bad habit, you should work on it. your eyes were struggling to keep open, even while standing. speaking of which, your legs hurt too – probably a result of sitting for too long. and your back; oh god, your back. leaning over the drawing tablet for the whole day will definitely cause you to have a hump… fun. 

someone left the building and sat on the bench, doing something in their phone. it was good to know you weren’t the last one to leave. yawning loudly, you struggled to stand still.

then, you noticed a yellow cab arriving. finally! you marched towards it, absentmindedly. you opened the door and greeted the driver, sitting inside.

before you closed it, you heard an offended:

“yah! that’s my cab! check the number, miss!” 

but the door closing shut the voice down as you muttered the address. letting yourself relax for a while, only halfway home you realized you just accidentally took someone else’s cab.

well, at least they won’t be left alone – in such case yours should be arriving at the hybe building soon.

you observed in deep thought the water droplets racing down the window. someone tapped your arm and you jerked, blinking.

“y/n, we’re leaving. you should too, tomorrow is an important day” your co-worker smiled gently and patted your arm “you should get some sleep, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow”

nodding in agreement, you waved them goodbye and started packing your things. 

tomorrow you’re going to be presenting your new album cover and other details for seventeen’s upcoming comeback. you were nervous, you didn’t know if they were going to like it. considering the time you spent and how much tears, blood and sweat you put into the design you tried to be optimistic that they would enjoy it.

you left the office and already ordered a cab while in the lift. you hoped that because of it, you weren’t going to wait in the rain for too long. 

a distant chatter echoed and bounced of the lobby walls, mixing with the elevator-type-of-music. 

then, your phone dinged with a notification that your cab arrived. 

taking a deep breath and putting your scarf around your head, you headed out. running towards the yellow cab in the rain, droplets hitting your face. water splashed under your shoes and in a few leaps you reached the car. 

you decided to hop on the seat behind the driver, putting your bag on your knees.

“sorry for the mess” you breathed out and tucked the hair that got stuck onto your face. 

suddenly the door opened again and someone entered the cab. 

your eyes widened and you looked at the stranger. he blinked, flabbergasted. 

then you yelped upon realizing its seungkwan. boo seungkwan. the boo seungkwan from seventeen.

you bowed yet were speechless, too stunned to mutter even a single word. 

his brows knitted as he pointed at you.

“hey, you stole my cab last time” he grunted and ran his hand through his wet locks. your cheeks grew hot with realization, fingers nervously playing with the material of your bag. that’s not good. not good at all.

“i’m sorry i promise it wasn’t on purpose! i was just so tired and didn’t realize–” you started.

“are we going or what? it’s not a cafe to chat endlessly in one place” the driver grunted impatiently.

“yeah, right. um, i’ll just leave and you take this one. i’m deeply sorry, mr. boo” words spilled out of you like the rain from the dark clouds. 

before you could open the door, seungkwan leaned and smacked your head gently. you halted in shock.

“are you out of your mind? i mean, respectfully. whatever happened, happened. just be sure to check next time… and let’s just take this one. i assume you’re heading home?” he asked, catching the driver’s annoyed look in the mirror “you should go first” 

you nodded and after saying the address, the car started. 

“do you work here?” seungkwan asked, interested. you felt a little shy – even though you knew they work at the same building, you never met an idol. and yet here you are.

“yes, i’m a graphic designer” you smiled politely “oh, i’m sorry. my name is l/n y/n”

the idol returned your smile and reached his hand out. you shook it and he hissed dramatically.

“aigo, your hand is so cold!”

you giggled and took it back. 

the nervousness gradually left your body as you had some small talk with him (and he insisted not to call him mr boo or mr seungkwan as – quote – “that makes him old and he’s still young!”), genuinely feeling comfortable. he seemed not to be faking his engagement into the conversation either.

before you realized, you arrived in your neighborhood. it was pouring now but luckily the driver stopped quite close to the building. the driver asked for seungkwan’s destination, wanting to put it in gps already. 

as he did, you reached for your card. then, you asked the driver how much it would cost to take seungkwan to his place. the man replied and the idol smacked your hand once again this evening.

“you are really crazy” he grunted and shook his head.

“no, no. let me pay, as a form of sorry for the last cab incident” you frowned, discreetly nodding to the driver. he nodded back and put the full price for the route; seungkwan didn’t seem to notice.

“no, i can’t allow that. it’s literally nothing, i swear i already forgot” he whined. 

the driver handed you the terminal and you paid with a bright smile. 

“okay, fine. um, thank you for the ride, seungkwan” you said and grabbed your bag “it was nice meeting you. have a good day!”

with that you left and seungkwan observed as you ran to the building, heavy rain slurring your silhouette. he kept his eyes on you as long as he could before the driver was too far away. 

only then he noticed something on the seat. 

worker id.

he huffed and took it in his fingers, not realizing he’s smiling. it must have fallen out when you pulled out your card.

“the lady paid for you, by the way” the driver said softly, glancing at him through the mirror. 

seungkwan rolled his eyes, not sure why his mood is so bright now. 

you dug through your bag, heart rate being faster than when you took your friend’s niece to the rollercoaster park. feeling the guard’s displeased sight on you, you decided to turn your bag around and spill the contents on the floor. then, you dropped to your knees and ignored the weird looks from other workers.

“i promise i have it! i have no idea why it’s not here!” you whined, glancing at the clock. 9:55am. you had about three minutes to enter the building and arrive at the meeting place since it starts at 10am. 

and currently you couldn’t find your worker id. 

“i can’t let you in on a promise. i’ll need to escort you if you don’t have it” the bodyguard said, unbothered. 

you looked through all the papers and sketches that fell out, sweat dripping down your temple. that’s not how it was supposed to go. 

with shaking hands you wiped a tear that gathered on your cheek and checked your wallet again. nothing. 

a sudden pat on your arm caused you to turn around sharply and the person jerked in surprise due to your dramatic reaction. 

it was seungkwan.

“now that’s just embarrassing” you grunted, blinking the tears away. 

“are you looking for this?” he asked with a soft smile, reaching for something from his pocket. your eyes saw the goddamn plastic card “and before you think it’s creepy, you left it in the taxi. i figured i’d drop it off at your office but you’re here so…”

nodding your head vigorously, you gathered all your stuff and put it into your bag. 

“thank you, thank you so so much. i was just about to be late for a meeting as if the meeting itself didn’t make me nervous as fuck” you breathed out and took the id “thank you…”

“i get it, i get it. now shoo, you can’t be late! and good luck, fighting!” he grinned and you sent him a wide grin. 

seungkwan watched you disappear in the lift before a gasp ripped out of his chest. 

“what am i even doing?! i have a meeting too–”

he rushed to get another lift and cursed underneath his breath when it came late. seungcheol will whoop his ass for being late but first of all, it’s only like five minutes. second of all, he was helping you. 

the man pushed the door from the meeting room, sending all eyes on him. he rose his hands in a defensive manner and then bowed.

“i apologize for being late, there was a small… incident” he mumbled and before he looked up, he heard a voice.

“it’s alright, mr. boo. we didn’t start yet” 

your voice. 

his eyes met with yours, causing his face to lit up. some of the members noticed the strange exchange between you, especially when a shared smile bloomed on your faces. 

seungkwan sat down next to minghao, earning a smack on the arm. 

needless to say, everyone came to a conclusion that for the first time ever seungkwan was laser focused in the presentation. and you. 

“i feel like i’m gonna throw up” you mumbled to yourself, squatting down on the sidewalk. hiding your head in your knees, you heard a chuckle.

“i thought people usually got nervous before presenting?” seungkwan’s voice reached your ears and you looked up with a smile. 

“well now i’m waiting for the decision, it is nervous too” you sighed and stood up, raising an eyebrow.

“you don’t need to worry about that. i know those guys and they liked your project, a lot. and if they didn’t, i’d convince them” seungkwan grinned and whipped out his phone “cab? let me pay this time”

“aish, we’re gonna be pushing and pulling all the time?” you scoffed and shook your head “wait, did you like it?”

seungkwan nodded, noticing the yellow cab approaching. good thing this was a busy street and there were lots of taxis. 

“obviously!” he grinned and led you towards the car, opening the door for you. once inside, he waited for you to tell your address to the driver and continued. “i really like your art style, it’s very unique and original. the colors fit well with the concept, as well as the design. did you create the font yourself?”

you stared at him in shock, causing a giggle out of him. 

as you indulged him into the details of your work progress, you failed to realize how quickly you got home. not even done with explaining how you got the idea for the design, you saw a mischievous spark in his ebony eyes. 

“let me pay, please” seungkwan pleaded and you huffed “and… if you want, i’ll let you pay next time. for coffee”

he stared at you hopefully (ignoring the fact that he obviously wouldn’t let you but he somehow wanted to have an excuse), seungkwan noticed a cute smile bloomed on your face. 

“i’d love to. tomorrow? 3pm?” you asked, unable to control your face muscles from grinning. seungkwan nodded energetically “we’re set then. get home safe, mr boo” 

you leaned in, led by an impulse, and tried to place a goodbye kiss on his cheek but you accidentally pecked the corner of his lips. 

blood flowing to your face, you left the cab panicked, yelping a nervous bye! 

“hey there, misses! what’s with your kisses?” he mumbled, fingers ghosting over the area your lips brushed against. 

looking at the whipped man in the mirror, the cab driver smiled. 

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[gordspost]

*I write the dialogues below because I know my writing sucks!

I randomly decided to make a mini comic, it took me a lot to do since I don't currently have a graphics tablet. I would like to do the second part but my eyes are burning, maybe tomorrow.

dialogue:

Gordon: goodmorning everyone!

Henry: finally, Gordon! You should hear what your brother says!

Gordon: what happened?

Scott: this morning I went for a walk on the estate, and i found a swamp among the ancient oak trees

Duchess: you absloutely must remove it! The stagnant swamp bring diseases! Here there are pregnancies and newborn children. There is NO WAY that we have to spending the holiday in Hospital.

Gordon: I don't understand, this swamp wasn't there when we inspected the estate when we arrived

Scott: the estate is one hundred hectars large, it wouldn't surprise me if we missed some pieces.

Frieda: the fact is, You, Spencer, Gordon and Ryan need to shut that shit down. If the children find it, and they'll find it, they will fall into it.. and the first to fall into it will surely Nicolaj, knowing him..

Nicolaj: a Swamp in the estate? Cool!

Spencer: maybe we should warn the children-

Frieda: it doesn't exist! If you tell them they go there!

Nicolaj: Lilibeth, Margot, Wake up!

Elizabeth: what's happened?...

Nicolaj: I discover a place in the garden!

Elizabeth: where?..

[danrishy-ava]

Delayed delivery, my beloved

Hopefully my new graphic tablet will arrive tomorrow (it still have a few hours left today tho. But I don't have much hope)

[kittyfairyblog]

Oct 24 2024

Meow meow, greetings and welcome to a wonderful blog entry. So far everything has been going well. Today is Thursday and I have been up since 10:30 am in the morning. Yesterday I didn't have good luck with my Windows tablet replacement screen job. I may have broke the screen and the tablet too. I wasn't able to replace the Windows tablet screen. Now I have learned what I can't do. If there was another way around it, I wouldn't have had to replace the screen in the first place if it wasn't due to the fact I wanted to put an SD card in the SD card slot. I also have one less SD card because I broke it in the SD card slot when I took the Windows tablet apart. Well I have learned my lesson in when it goes to tablet screen repair. That was all yesterday. I also used my heat gun to take apart that Windows tablet screen. I didn't do a good jo in it but hey it was a learning experience. Meow now on to today I am thinking about buying another tablet but this time, not buying one that needs a screen replacement. Meow I got another refund from Aliexpress so now I have $17. I will have this allowance $27 plus the $17 which is $44. Today I took Kylie out a couple of times. Once was around 11 something and I took her out on our morning walk. I didn't last long on our walk because I just wasn't feeling it for some reason. I took her out three times to check the mail which as of this blog entry at 1:37 pm it hasn't arrived, well not that I am expecting anything in this week's mail. I already gotten the screen replacement yesterday which was nicely packaged. So until I purchase something tomorrow or tonight I won't get anything in the mail until next week. Meow so yes, I got a broken tablet to add to my list of things I couldn't fix and still have in my bedroom closet in a box. I didn't have any Ramen Noodles today instead I had some pop corn which was nice. I hadn't had pop corn in a long time so it was nice to have some again. My sister and my brother in law were having a walk around the neighborhood but have since gone inside. I am again listening to my most favorite group called Baby Metal. I had to have some coffee today because I was feeling tired. So I had some coffee and it woke me up quite a bit. I am thinking about buying a Microsoft Surface tablet maybe with my money. However if it needs a screen replacement I am not doing that again. Maybe a battery replacement however I think I could do that. Right now Kylie our dog is on the chair with me as I type this entry. I am not thinking of purchasing off Aliexpress for a while. I just don't know if I want to wait two or three weeks for something to come in the mail if I purchase something off Aliexpress. Meow I have been talking to one of my best friends until I stopped to start this blog entry. Meow well I think that's about it for now. I haven't figured out why my brightness setting isn't all the way bright. It probably a intel graphic's driver on my laptop that I am using that is the possible problem. As it stands I haven't yet gotten the mail no matter the different times I went with Kylie to check it. Anyway that's pretty much it for now. I think I will close off this entry. Until later all, bye.

[phantomdance]

bucket hats are my going out hat

[lauritanaomystery]

ALV! My graphic tablet pen is broke, but at least my new tablet arrives tomorrow! YAY!!!

A preview for Sunday! SSSHIIIUUUUU!!!🤩

[awhitehead17]

Whumptober 2020: Day 15 - Into the unknown

Prompt: Possession 

Summary: When Kon comes to the Tower for the weekend, they instantly know something isn’t right with him. After checking up on him, they soon find that the situation is worse than they imagined 

A/N: As a warning there is a bit of violence in this story. This consists of strangulation and head bashing, nothing too graphic however, I just want to warn people in case!

Enjoy! :D

By some coincidence they had all gathered into the media room over the course of the afternoon. It was only the start of the weekend but not everyone had actually arrived at the Tower yet.

Tim had been the first one to arrive from Gotham, while he could have easily spent time in his room he choose to chill in the media room instead and did some work on his laptop to pass the time. 

Cassie had joined him an hour later, followed by Bart not long after. Tim had continued on with his work while the other two watched a film. It wasn’t until Kon comes strolling into the room that he finally breaks away from his computer.

The half Kryptonian enters the room with his face scrunched up in pain and a hand on his head. He walks over and flops down onto the opposite end of the couch with a groan.

“What’s up Kon?” Bart asks eyeing him up with a frown.

Kon groans again. “My heads killing me, has been all day. No matter what pain killers I take the headache won’t shift.”

Tim shares a concerned look with the other two. He glances at Kon, “Have you had enough sleep recently? Enough food and water? Been up against any freaky crop plants in Smallville this week?”

Kon shakes his head in denial. “I’ve been fine all week until this morning. School was hell to get through today.”

“Well dinner is soon, once you’ve eaten perhaps call it an early night. You might feel better tomorrow morning after some rest.”

The Kryptonian sighs and shrugs, “Perhaps, yeah? We’ll see.”

Dinner comes by half an hour later and they all migrate to the kitchen to eat. Despite how lovely the food was, Kon had barely made a dent in his food which results in everyone giving him concerned looks.

Once the meal was over, Kon retires to his room while Tim, Cassie and Bart clear up.

“Something’s not right with him.” Cassie stats putting the plates away.

“Do you think he’s been attacked in the week and isn’t telling us?” Bart guesses as he dries off the pans.

Tim hums from his position at the sink. “I have no idea. Once we’re done here I’ll go and check on him, he may talk when it’s just one of us with him.”

As Tim said he would, he goes to Kon’s bedroom after finishing up in the kitchen. He taps on the door lightly and lets himself inside the room.

“Hey Kon, I’ve come to check on you….” Tim’s sentence trails off when he stumbles onto a scene he hadn’t been expecting.

Kon was in his room, on the floor curled up with his hands clenched in his hair. His whole posture was shaking and he was muttering something underneath his breath.

“Kon?” Tim whispers with uncertainty. While he desperately wanted to go comfort his best friend something else felt off which stopped Tim rushing to his side. “Conner?”

In that moment he’s glad he hadn’t gone ahead rushed to Kon’s side because the moment the meta looked up, it was clear that nothing was right. Kon’s head snaps up to look at him and Tim instantly sees the bright red glow of his eyes.

Tim barely gets an “oh shit” out before he was being body slammed by his best friend. The force carries him backwards and out into the hallway, Tim’s back slams against the far wall and he crumples to the ground hissing in pain. He had no armour on, meaning there was nothing to help soften the impact of the concrete wall when he slammed into it.

He didn’t have time to recover however because Kon’s suddenly standing before him and clamping a hand around his neck, lifting him up off the ground. Tim scrambles at the hold, trying to push it off him because it was hard to breathe, he knows if Kon applies anymore pressure then his windpipe will break.

“Kon… please… snap… snap out of it…” he wheezes out. His best friend wasn’t there though, only whatever was now possessing him. His eyes were still burning bright red and Tim wonders if Kon (not-Kon) will kill him by heat vision.

Black spots were now dancing in his vision and Tim was seriously struggling to breathe. He weakly pushes at Kon’s unrelenting grip, trying to get free.

“Conner!”

The scream startles him and then suddenly Kon’s hand disappeared from his neck. Tim falls to the ground and sucks in precious air through his abused neck. He wildly looks around to find Cassie and Kon engaged in some kind of spar. The two meta’s and their super-strength going against one another in the tiny alcove of the corridor. They bounce off the walls, the floor and even the ceiling when their flight abilities kick in.

While Cassie handles Kon he scrambles up to his feet and starts rushing down the corridor. Kryptonite. He has Kryptonite stored in his bedroom. While he loathes the idea of using it on Kon, it’s the only thing that’ll weaken him enough for them to get the upper hand so they could work out what’s going on.

“Tim watch out!”

He barely gets a second to comprehend the warning before something collides with his back. He falls to the ground with a grunt and cries out when a heavy pressure lands on his back. Tim knows without looking that it’s Kon. He tries to buck the meta off but fails miserably as he couldn’t barely move an inch with Kon on his back.

A fist full of his hair was grabbed and his head is yanked up. He hisses with the movement and then screams when his face is smacked into the ground. Pain explodes throughout his head it becomes difficult to think. As his head is lifted up again Tim’s able to form some words that he desperately needed to share before he couldn’t.

“My room!” He shouts, hoping one of his teammates are listening. “My desk draw! In there is krypton-“

He’s cut off when his face is slammed against the floor a second time. Pain once again explodes through his head and he cries out. He’s mildly aware of a random harsh breeze of air rushing by him as his head is lifted up yet again.

It happens a third time and Tim knows he won’t be awake for much longer. The next one will either knock him unconscious, leave him extremely concussed or it’ll simply kill him.

When Kon goes to smash his head against the floor for a fourth time, Tim barely notices the room beginning to glow green. Before he could make sense of what was happening, his head collides against the ground and everything goes dark.

-----

As Tim comes to, the brightness of the room hurts his eyes, he has an extremely bad headache and his throat is sore to hell. It takes a lot longer than what it should have but he soon realises that he’s in the medical bay in the Tower.

He also eventually notices Cassie’s frowning face above him. Tim closes his eyes and groans, “What happened?”  

Tim winces when he hears himself speak and the way his throat itches. That’s some damage done to his neck alright. Before Cassie could answer, Tim remembers everything and bolts straight up into a sitting position. He looks at her frantically. “Where’s Kon? What happened to him? Did you guys work it out?”

Cassie instantly pushes him back down onto the bed and keeps her hand on his shoulder. She gives him a stern look. “Don’t talk. You’re only going to hurt yourself.” Her gaze softens then. “He’s fine Tim, or will be fine at least.”

Doing the best he could to ignore the throbbing going on in his head, Tim stares at her, encouraging her to elaborate on what had happened once he was unconscious.

Cassie sighs and glances to the side, Tim follows her gaze and sees an unconscious Kon laid upon another bed. Bart was there too, he was currently looking at something on a tablet in his hands.

“Bart managed to get the kryptonite from your room and together we were able to knock Kon out. We’re still analysing things but we’re pretty sure it’s Luthor. Luthor had somehow mind controlled and possessed Kon into attacking us and considering it’s happened before it’s not a shock.” She tells him sullenly.

Tim frowns staring at his best friend’s unconscious body. Kon’s going to hate himself after this, he’s going to feel so guilty and they’re going to have to do a lot of convincing to stop Kon from isolating himself again like he did the first time.

Tim glances at Cassie with a raised eyebrow, hopefully she gets what he’s trying to convey without talking.

Finally letting him go, she runs a hand through her hair. “It’s getting looked into, various of league members are aware of what happened and the plan is keeping Kon sedated until some results appear because its unpredictable on how he’ll wake up. It’s not the best solution but it’s all we’ve got for now. He’ll be okay Tim and then we’ll be there to help him through it.”

Tim smiles sadly and reaches out to take her hand, giving it a squeeze in support. They’ll make sure Kon is okay no matter what.

[iratia]

Testing out a brush pen for the first time with a babe from @fuckyeahhistorycrushes

[missharasser]

My cat is not getting better

Hi, it's happening again. What I thought would be something I could forget about is happening yet again, my other cat is sick and with the same disease as the one that died early this year. I was confused as to why he got sick since I care for them a lot, but the vet told me that FLUTD is really common in males. So here I am, once again asking for help. I truly didn't want to do this since I didn't want to come across as someone who always asks for money, but at this point I don't know what else to do, I've been selling my stuff and doing jobs for people but it is not enough.

His name is Castiel, he's two years old and this past two weeks have been a nightmare, I first realized my cat was sick last week on Monday when I arrived home and noticed he couldn't pee at all, he didn't want to eat nor drink and he didn't have the strength to get on the bed. I took him to the vet immediately and they diagnosed him with FLUTD (Feline lower urinary tract disease).

The vet told me they couldn't use the urinary catheter since they didn't know just how big the crystals and sediment in his bladder were, so they appointed me for an urinalysis and an ultrasound. The next day I went to the appointment and they told me they were now sure he had FLUTD, and that he needed to change his diet and that only with antibiotics and a few shots he would be alright.

Sadly that was not the case. One day passed and I went to the vet to get his medicine but he looked weak and still wasn't eating. I was feeding him with re-hydration solutions and some vitamin gel but it wasn't enough. I couldn't give him too much solution either or his bladder would be damaged since he still couldn't pee. They told that if he looked worse that night that I should bring him fast and not wait for tomorrow. That afternoon I spent every ten minutes checking his vitals and making sure his bladder wasn't hard. Sadly at 7pm his pulse dropped and he wasn't breathing as fast so I took him to the vet, they told me he was getting cold and that he was at a risk of hypothermia. He had to be hospitalized that night.

The next day I went to check up on him and he looked really bad and that's when they told me that he indeed had hypothermia and that it had been really difficult to manage also that a surgery was needed. The urethral obstruction (a blockage in the urethra, which is the tube that carries urine from the bladder and out of the body) got worse and while he had started to pee it hurt him so bad since the clumps were bigger than his urethra.

I told them I didn't have any money left and that I would try to gather enough to pay, but business is business and they told me they could only perform the surgery if I paid. That day I sold my graphic tablet, some glasses and did paid homework. I managed to gather enough money and told them they could start the surgery.

That was last Friday. After that he had to stay hospitalized throughout the weekend. On Saturday I went to check up on him. He looked sick and skinny, still a little weak after surgery and he had an IV since he was dehydrated. They told me that if it went well I could pick him up on Monday.

On Monday he looked way better, still a little disoriented but better. They gave him his medicine and told me that I had to come back again so they could check up on him and give him the rest of the medicine. I took him home and he looked so happy to be here. He was rubbing himself on my legs and my hands while I was sitting with him. The next two days were uneventful, he started to eat, pee and was even meowing. On Wednesday I was told that everything was ok and that I only had to come back in 15 days.

Last night was when all went downhill. He refused to eat and he didn't want to drink anymore. At 2am he puked all over the floor and started shaking a little bit. I was worried but I had to wait until morning to take him to the vet.

His ears and paws started to feel cold so I heated some water bottles and wrapped him up in a blanket and hugged him the rest of the night. Today he wasn't as cold as before but not as warm as he should be. I took him to the vet and they said that he had kind of a water bag in the stomach area and that he would need to have surgery performed again to see what's going on. They're worried that that liquid they feel is pee since it could be mortal. He was dehydrated again since he didn't want to drink anything.

They said that since I have been paying on time for the last week that they could wait this time, they will perform that surgery today and I have a week to pay all the bills that are needed during and after surgery.

Up till now I have spent more than $350 (appointments, ultrasound, medicine, shots, hospitalization, surgery, special dry and wet food, transport, etc) and it may sound like it’s not much but in Mexico it is expensive (almost $7000 pesos). I don't know how to make more money. As some of you know I'm a college student and money is not something I have in abundance. I managed to pay all the bills from last week, but it will probably be the same amount now since he will need new pain meds and noninflammatory, also antibiotics and the days he would have to stay hospitalized.

I love my cat. He has helped me a lot with my depression and I truly don't know what I would do without him. The worst thing is that everytime I think of him I'm reminded that my last cat had the same illness and the he couldn't survive. I'm so anxious right now I just want him to be okay. 

If any of you could help I would be really really grateful. If not, it doesn't matter, just good wishes is enough. I'm still selling some stuff I have and doing some jobs when I find the time, but finals are coming and I'm worried I won't have enough time to study and care for my baby.

https://www.paypal.me/letipimhe

I'm sorry for the long post, but I’m desperate and even if I just get some cents I don't care. Anything helps. If you can’t donate please share, I’ll be really grateful. Also if you’d like to see the receipts so you know I’m not lying just tell me.

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Enough Pt. 6

A/N: Here it is finally! I hate the fact that it took me so long to update! It was a bit tricky to write without people snooping around. I am Mexican, so that means there is zero privacy in my home. Anyway, enough ranting. The other important characters have now been introduced in the story. It is going to get pretty interesting from now on. Well, I hope lol ;) Happy Reading!

The feeling in your chest the second you stepped out of the airplane was hard to describe. You felt nervous, excited, unsure, insecure, determined and hopeful. Your chest was humming with energy and it almost made you forget the pain you felt in your back from the long flight. After collecting your suitcase and going through customs, you stepped out into the arrivals area and looked around. You didn’t know what the person the company sent looked like, so you were hoping they’d have a sign. 

After scanning the crowd for a few seconds, you noticed a young man holding a tablet that had your last name on it. You smiled as you made your way to him, making eye contact and having him return your smile.

“Hi, I’m Mark Lee, I’m with Friends Corp. It’s nice to finally meet you Miss.” He says professionally, making you smile at his adorable boyish charm.

“NIce to meet you Mark.” You say politely, following the young man through the airport.

“Let me help you with that,” He motioned towards your suitcase. You felt a little embarrassed at having him take your suitcase, but you decided to concede. “Is this all you have?” He asked, feeling a little puzzled at the lack of suitcases.

“I just have the one.” You shrugged and laughed at the way he widened his eyes in shock.

“Wow, well you travel light!” He said and laughed a bit, not expecting someone who moved across the world for a whole year to have just one suitcase.

“So, Mark, what do you do for Friends Corp?” You asked as you buckle your seat belt in the nice black  SUV. 

“I work with Graphic Design, I’m one of the junior associates.” He stated, making his way out of the airport parking lot.

“Oh! I thought the company would send a driver, not someone from graphic design.” You felt a little guilty that they sent a junior associate to be your errand boy.

“Normally, yes. But Mr. Seo and Mr. Jung want to meet you for lunch so they can introduce themselves. If you’re not too tired, that is.” Mark said, looking at you from the rear view mirror. He was instructed to take you to lunch if you were up for it, and if you were too tired, he could take you to your apartment.  

“Oh! Well that’s fine! I am actually quite hungry. So who are Mr. Jung and Mr. Seo?” You questioned.

“Well Mr. Seo is the head of graphic design and Mr. Jung is the head of PR. Since you’re working closely with them, they want to meet you first to introduce themselves. Then Monday after work, they want to go to dinner with all departments working on the project.” Mark explained; you felt dizzy getting the information; you had just gotten to this country and there was an agenda already. You didn’t mind though, since being busy and keeping occupied was what you needed to forget everything you wanted to forget… Chanyeol being the main thing.

You pulled up at a fancy looking Italian restaurant and felt nervous all of a sudden. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself a pep talk. 

You can do this. It’s a fresh start. You’re good at your job and that’s why you’re here. Make a good first impression, YOU. GOT. THIS.

You followed Mark through the restaurant to a back room, you assumed they had rented a private area in order to have a quiet place to talk and discuss any work related things. 

You were expecting Mr. Seo and Mr. Jung to be older men in their mid forties with a lot of experience- you were not expecting to find two men in their early to mid twenties that were extremely attractive.

Both of them stood up as you entered the room with Mark, bowing politely and pulling a chair out for you. You made eye contact with what you could only describe as the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. Your breath hitched in your throat the longer the stare continued, making it feel like the earth was slowly spinning. 

“So nice to finally meet you! We have been expecting you!” The other tall handsome man said, making you break the trance you were in.

“Nice to meet you too, Mr…” you trailed off, not sure if you missed his name or if he forgot to mention it,

“I’m Mr. Seo, but please call me Johnny. We are on the same team, so we can drop the formalities.” He said with a handsome smile, making you smile as well. You could tell the two of you were going to get along.

“I’m Mr. Jung, but you can call me-“

“His name is Jeff.” Johnny interrupted, making Mark hackle out a loud laugh while Mr. Jung just gave him a death glare.

“Please ignore him. My name is Jaehyun.” He said politely, his smile making the cutest dimples appear on his face, making you feel like you were dying a little.

You introduced yourself and everyone got settled, ready to order and get to know each other better. 

“So how long have you all been working for Friends Corp?” You questioned as you ate some of the deliciously addicting garlic bread. 

“I’ve been working for Friends Corp since they launched the texting app in 2011.” Jaehyun said, looking at you and smiling softly.

“Oh! For the Japanese launch?” You asked, surprised he’s been in the company for that long.

“Yes, that’s when I got recruited.” He said simply, moving his water out of the way so the waiter could place his food in front of him.

“How about you, Johnny?” You asked, looking away from Jaehyun, suddenly not being able to handle it. 

“I was hired in the same year, I was hired to help design the Friends characters.” He said as he started to twirl his pasta on his fork.

“That’s pretty awesome! I love the Friends characters. And you Mark?” You asked, looking at the adorable young man that was happily eating his food.

“I got hired in 2017, I’m pretty new, but I’ve learned a lot working under Johnny’s direction.” He said as he looked over at his senior happily.

“It’s Mr. Seo for you.” Johnny joked, making everyone laugh.

They asked you questions about your work history with Friends Corp and your position as marketing director. You tried to avoid looking over at Jaehyun too much because his face made you unusually uncomfortable. At one point, your eyes met for a brief second but he sent you the most beautiful smile you had ever seen and it made your heart stop in your chest.

‘Stop it, you literally came here to escape a bad romance and now you want to jump head first to the first gorgeous man that crosses your path?’  You chided, annoyed at the fact that you had a very strong attraction towards Jaehyun. 

After dinner, all three men decided that they were going to accompany you to your apartment. Mark had no choice, but Jaehyun and Johnny decided that they wanted to make sure you had everything that you needed and to make sure everything was working fine. Johnny decided to ride shot gun with Mark and Jaehyun sat in the back with you. To say that you were uncomfortable was an understatement. You had your body pressed up against the door of the SUV, as far away from Jaehyun as possible. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t acknowledge it because he had his legs spread out wide, his knee almost touching your leg. You were looking out the window, listening to the bantering conversation between the two men up front. You glanced sideways and made eye contact with the man that was currently making your heart pound. He gave you a small smile and you returned it, feeling your cheeks heat up. Was the heater on? It sure felt that way. Jaehyun looked forward and commented on the conversation between Mark and Johnny, giving you the opportunity to take a breather. You really hoped that you were almost at your apartment, the SUV feeling too small for whatever tension you were experiencing. 

Once you were finally parked in front of your apartment building, you had all three men trying to be the ones to take your one suitcase upstairs. You couldn’t help but laugh at their behavior, three grown men fighting over a suitcase. They finally decided that since Mark was your driver for the day, he would be the one to take your suitcase up to your apartment. After the short elevator ride, you walked into your new home for a year, taking in the big open floor plan of an apartment that felt too big for one person.

“Wow! Your apartment is so nice!” Johnny exclaimed, walking around your modern and minimalist-styled apartment. 

“Yeah! It makes my place look like a dump!” Mark whined cutely as he sat down on your black leather L-shaped couch. 

“Hey come on man, get up, that’s rude.” Jaehyun chastised the younger man for his lack of manners. 

Mark pouted cutely as he started to get up from the couch, embarrassed at being called out by his superior in front of other people.

“Oh it’s okay! I really don’t mind! You can sit Mark. Actually, you’re all welcome to sit, I’m being an extremely rude host.” You said sheepishly, realizing that the men were just standing around your living area.

“I mean, we sort of forced ourselves into your home.” Johnny joked as he sat down next to Mark on your couch, leaning back and making himself right at home.

“Do you guys want something to drink? I’m actually not sure what I have…. I’m probably going to have to go grocery shopping tomorrow…” You hoped you had at least what you needed for your first night in your new apartment.

“We are fine, no worries. We should actually stop being rude and let you rest. You must be tired from the flight and the time change. We will have other opportunities to get to know each other. Come on guys, let’s go.” Jaehyun said as he collected the other two men who seemed like they did not want to leave your couch. 

“I appreciate the help, so no worries.” You smiled at them, actually happy that you met some of your coworkers.

“Here is my business card. It would be good to have each other’s information, in case you need anything before Monday. And for work as well.” Jaehyun said, handing you a business card and glancing over at Mark and Johnny.

“Oh right!” Both men said in unison, scrambling to their feet and handed you their business card. You gave them yours as well and walked them to the door, thanking them for their time and company.

Once you were alone, the reality of everything hit you. You were in a new country, new work place and new people. Sighing heavily, you took your suitcase to your room and you almost squealed excitedly when you saw how big your room was. You eyed the big King size bed in the middle of the room, the fatigue of the flight finally settling on your eyelids.

‘Shower first.’ You thought, rolling your suitcase over to your closet so you could unpack what little you brought with you. You had a massive walk-in closet that looked pathetically bare even after you arranged your clothes and shoes. At least it was a good excuse to do some shopping once you felt you were all settled with work. You brought enough professional attire to hold you out for at least your first week at work. 

Stepping into the big walk in shower, you were excited to see you had a nice rainfall shower head. You let the warm water wash over your tired and sore muscles, stretching out your back to try and alleviate the tension you felt. You closed your eyes and let the steam around you take over your senses. You smiled a little as the memory of the three men you met invaded your mind. You were glad to have met them and see that they are very nice people and you would most likely work very well together. You tried to shake away the memory of Jahyun’s gorgeous smile and the way his dimples would appear if he smiled wide enough. You were here to focus on the job that Namjoon swore you were perfect for. You were not going to allow anything to distract you and lose your focus; you did not want to disappoint Namjoon.

Walking into your room in your pjs, you saw that you had a notification on your phone. Unlocking it you saw that it was from an unknown number; you opened up the message, confused as to who could have messaged you from an unregistered number.

Hey, it’s Jaehyun. I hope it’s not weird, but I just wanted you to know that if you need any help this weekend with anything, I can help you. I don’t have a car but an extra set of hands is always useful. Anyway, if you need any help with anything at all this weekend, don’t hesitate to ask me for help. Good night

You bit your lip excitedly as you read and re read his message. You knew he was just being friendly, but you could not help the way your heart thrummed excitedly in your chest. You knew you were entering a very dangerous area, but he seemed like such a nice and genuine guy, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. 

‘Not all guys are like Chanyeol’ You thought, looking at your phone intently. With a deep breath, you went into your contacts and looked up Chanyeol’s number. You opened up the information and hesitated over the button you wanted to press. You knew it was for the better and it was going to really help you forget him and everything he did to you. Exhaling the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you finally pressed the Block this Caller button. It was for the best, and it’s not like he was going to try and contact you anyway. With that feeling of finality in your chest, you plugged your phone and called it a night, the heaviness on your eyelids soon taking over.

***

Chanyeol did not know he was holding his breath the whole time he was waiting for the phone call that could potentially change his life. After finishing the song he was working on for a rookie artist, it seemed like the label he got signed with really liked Chanyeol’s sound. They asked him to send a demo of the songs he’s produced so they could listen to it.

He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but if all went well, he was most likely going to be a producer for a big company. Chanyeol decided that waiting around his apartment was not going to make the time go by any faster or settle his nerves, so he decided to walk to his favorite bakery for some breakfast.

After ordering and getting the cute barista’s number, he went to a table and waited for his food to be ready. He opened up Instagram and started to look through his feed, liking a few pictures here and there. The same cute barista brought his food over to his table and winked at him as she placed a free slice of pie on the table for him.

“On the house.” She said seductively, winking at Chanyeol as she walked back to her counter.

‘Free dessert and maybe something else if I’m really up for it.’ Chanyeol thought smugly as he ate his food. 

His phone rang suddenly, startling him a bit. He looked at the number and his eyes widened when he saw the name pop up. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and he needed to take a deep breath to compose himself before he answered.

���Hello, this is Chanyeol.” He said in what he hoped was a calm and professional voice.

“Hello Mr. Park, this is Min Yoongi from ‘D-Day Records’. I am the head of the producer’s department. We listened to your demo, and I have got to say, we are extremely impressed with your talent and skill. We would love to have you on board with us as a new junior producer. What do you say?” 

Chanyeol was sure he knew how to speak and breathe, but nothing was coming out. His heart was beating wildly and he could not believe he just got offered a job as a producer with one of the biggest entertainment companies ever. 

Realizing he had not answered yet, he shook his head in order to think straight. “Yes, yes of course. It would be an honor.” 

“Great. Come by tomorrow at 10AM so we can go over your contract, salary and any other details. It’s a pleasure to have you on board Mr. Park.” Yoongi said before hanging up.

Chanyeol just sat there, staring at his phone, still not being able to process the news he just got. 

He quickly finished the last of his food and got up to make his way out of the bakery. He scrolled through his call log until he got to your phone number, pressing the call button excitedly. He did not know why, nor did he want to know, but when he thought of who to tell the exciting news to first, your face came to his mind. He furrowed his brows as the phone kept ringing and ringing, your voice mail not even picking up. He hung up and called again, confused as to why the same thing was happening. He hung up and decided to go to your place. He knew it was too early for you to be home, but he could not contain his excitement. 

Arriving at your apartment building, he knocked a couple times and waited to see if he heard any noise. After a few minutes, he decided to try your padlock combination. You didn’t know this, but he had your pass code memorized. He never used it because there was no need, but it was useful on a day like today. He punched in your code and was met with the noise that let him know it was an incorrect password. He tried again and the same error sound occurred. He was confused, had you changed your pass code recently? You obvious would not have told him about it, but he was a little bummed that he could not get into your apartment. He looked at his watch and saw that if he went over to your job right now, he could catch you right before your lunch hour started. He could probably treat you to lunch to celebrate his new job. 

Chanyeol got off the subway and tried not to run into anyone as he ran out of the subway station and towards the building you worked at. He felt excited and giddy at the thought of seeing you and telling you the exciting news. He walked in through the grand glass doors of the building and realized he had no idea which floor you worked at. He knew Friends Corp owned the whole building, so surely someone in reception would know where you worked.

“Hello, welcome to Friends Corp, how many I help you?” A young man whose ID badge said Jungkook greeted as Chanyeol approached the reception desk.

“Hey, I am looking for someone in the marketing department.” Chanyeol said, feeling a little uncomfortable at the fact that he just showed up unannounced at your job.

“Sure. Do you have an appointment?” Jungkook asked, typing something into the computer.

“No I don’t. Um she’s the head of marketing, I think.” Chanyeol said as he pulled up your contact on his phone to show the young man.

“Oh! Noona!” He said excitedly, which made Chanyeol lift an eyebrow questioningly. Noona?

“Are you guys close or something?” Chanyeol couldn’t help but ask, hating himself for it.

“Yeah you can say that…” The younger man trailed off, eyeing the taller man suspiciously. “Who are you?” He questioned.

Chanyeol huffed an irritated breath, who was this boy to question him. “I am… I am a friend, I guess.” Chanyeol said, unsure as to what to refer to himself as.

“Hmm, funny. Well, noona’s friend, she no longer works here.” He said with finality in his tone that did not sit well with Chanyeol. He was not done with this conversation and he was not going to be dismissed by some boy.

“Wait, she doesn’t work here anymore? Did she quit?” Chanyeol could not believe it, you really loved this job.

“No, she still works with Friends Corp, just not at this branch.” Jungkook said in a bored tone, not making eye contact with Chanyeol, typing away at his computer. 

“Well where does she work?” Chanyeol pressed, really irritated at the man-child’s attitude. What was he so overprotective for? Were the two of you really that close?

“Sorry sir, I cannot tell you that information. But if you really are noona’s friend, I am sure she can tell you. Have a wonderful day and thank you for visiting Friends Corp.” Jungkook said in a fake customer service voice, smirking smugly at the taller man as he got up from his chair and walked away with an empty coffee mug in hand.

Chanyeol stood there, dumbfounded. He could not believe the attitude this boy had with him, and  he could not process the fact that he did not know where you were. Why was he so worried? Why did he care so much? He took out his phone as he sat at a nearby park bench, calling your phone one  more time. It kept ringing and ringing, no voicemail or anything. Where could you be? He looked up Suho’s phone number, calling his last hope of someone that knew of your whereabouts.

“Hey man, whats up?” Suho said as he answered the call.

“Where is she?” Chanyeol bit out, suddenly aggravated that no one bothered to tell him where you were.

“What are you talking about?” Suho feigned ignorance, but Chanyeol saw right through that. 

“Don’t play games with me Suho, you know who I’m talking about. Where is she?” He said angrily, his temper flaring at his friend’s response. 

Suho sighed heavily, knowing that his friend was not going to be happy with his answer. “I’m sorry Yeol, but I can’t tell you that.” He said, holding his breath in anticipation for his friend’s blow up.

“What the fuck do you mean you can’t tell me that? Why not?” He interrogated

“Look, she told Mina that she didn’t want her or I to tell you where she moved to. Mina wants us to respect her wishes. She said, and I quote, ‘it’s not like he cares anyway.’ So, sorry man, I have to stick with what my wife says.” Suho informed him, hoping he would understand.

Chanyeol’s gut twisted uncomfortably, not knowing why hearing those words cut him deep. 

“Come on man, please help me out. Where is she?” Chanyeol pleaded, not knowing where the desperation was coming from.

“Look, if I tell you, you have to promise you will not do anything about it or tell anyone I told you.” 

“I swear.” He promised, his heart thrumming in anticipation.

“She moved to the United States. But that’s all I can tell you. She is going to be gone for a year.” Suho said, really hoping Chanyeol was going to keep his promise.

Chanyeol felt his stomach drop, the news making feel winded. You left to the United States… the boy from your work said you transferred to a different branch. 

“Okay, thanks man. I’ll see you around.” He said before hanging up.

He slumped his shoulders in defeat, not believing that you were gone. Could you have changed your number? Is that why you didn’t answer? Chanyeol knew that he had not always been the nicest or the most caring with you, but he also didn’t think he was super horrible either. 

He got up and made his way to his apartment, the joy he had felt earlier now basically gone. 

He needed to know where you lived, and he was not going to stop until he found out. Chanyeol knew he needed to sort out his feelings and identify what was going on with him. He had enough of running from his emotions, he was done.

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I should get my graphics tablet TOMORROW JSKSKKSKS but I’m only going back home tomorrow AND THE PICTURES I ORDERED OF TAYLOR AND I ARRIVED TODAY AND I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO WATXH THEM SKSKKSKD can’t wait for tomorrow

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Nemetschek allplan schulung

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One of my many :-) presents to myself was one of the new Wacom Intuos 3 tabletsapart from looking really cool, they have addressed the problem of not having a scroll wheel on a pen by introducing a slide strip and buttons on both sides of the tablet. except Allplan.!īirthday - Well, it has been a week of celebrations for my 50th Birthday (2/10). Wouldn't it be nice if they finally updated the leader line tool so that it had an arrow at the end - but I bet they won't! To be able to create leader lines with a little arrow at the end to point notes at locations on the drawing is one of the fundamental time-savers in all CAD systems. A completely revised Dimension module, modernised text editor and a generally more 'Windows' look to everything are being mentioned but we will have to wait for an English 'What's new in v2005' to appear sometime in the New Year to be certain what is included. in fact it worked better in v2003! It also looks as though cills might be available to window openings. At present in v2004.0b4 this is not working properly. returns in cavity walls as they are known here in the UK). While still in beta testing the official 'What's new' should be out in January (the German version anyway).Īs usual with Nemetschek it's a steady development rather than a spectacular jump but some good news is that it sounds as though they have finally fixed the wall reveals creation and editing in multi-Layer walls (i.e.

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Nice to see that there are recent certified Allplan drivers for the Nvidia Quadro range of cards on the Nvidia driver download site.Īllplan v2005 - Some details are emerging of the likely new features in Allplan v2005. (The FX4000 is just out but is too expensive to justify even for 3D CAD use at the moment). Incidentally I am using a PNY Quadro FX2000 graphics card with dual DVI outputs to drive the 2 monitors.Īnother bargain at the moment is the FX3000 card from Andy Hankins at - that arrives tomorrow and should be even faster than the FX2000. It works extremely well, but for day-to-day use it is more comfortable to just use the Cintiq on it's own - you can pull it off the desk and onto your lap :-) You then need to recalibrate the Wacom and so the pen only works within the tablet screen and you must use the mouse to access the top screen. You can then save the window layout in Allplan.

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To do this with Allplan you need to stretch the top of the main window up into the 'upper' monitor - here I put the animation window and created some elevation and plan windows on the Cintiq. Just for fun I set it up in a dual monitor configuration. Running Plandesign on it is nice, but using it with Allplan is fantastic - so natural to be looking down at your work. In the meantime I was lucky to find a Wacom dealer in London (brilliant service btw) who still has a couple of these fantastic electronic 'drawing boards' at less than the original price. There is a new model coming out in February 2005 from Wacom I am told, but no-one has any information on the specification. Wacom Cintiq 18sx - Wacom have apparently discontinued the 18sx monitor/tablet (which I think is the same device that Nemetschek have been selling as the D-board along with their elegant Plandesign software).

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Oh! My new graphics tablet is arriving tomorrow (hopefully;;) so that Ralsei picture is probably the last picture I’m drawing on my monoprice!

I don’t REALLY need a new tablet, but my monoprice tablet is getting pretty old, the website doesn’t even have compatible drivers and it doesn’t work well on the current version of Windows, I can’t get the tablet to work at all on my desktop computer.

So! With the money I saved up from working, I’ve bought an kind of expensive one that has a screen display! I’m excited but a little scared about how long it’ll take to get used to using a different kind of tablet.

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Casual and Comfortable (AU)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3604

A/N – This is for @deansleather Madeline’s 31 Days of Halloween Challenge, with the prompt: Hot Cocoa and @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s Seasons of Love - Colors of Fall Challenge and the gif is below the cut.

Fall. The time when crisp leaves fall, the temperature drops, it’s time to pull out the oversized hoodies and get the warmer beverages.

Oh yes, it was sweater weather.

The leaves danced and crunched under your fuzzy sock and boot covered feet. The sound sending thrills and tingles up your spine.

You loved this time of year. Fall meant it was one step closer to Halloween, then Thanksgiving, then another step closer to Christmas.

You loved that it gave you an excuse to head to the coffee shop you got your hot cocoa from. The best hot cocoa in the world, mind you.

The barista there knew exactly what you wanted each time and knew how to make the perfect cup. Each one better than the last.

Stepping into the coffee shop, the bell chimed above you, signaling your arrival, your eyes scanning the cafe, and they instantly connected with the barista that was currently wiping over your usual booth.

‘Did you kick someone out of my booth, Ellen?’ You smirked as she tilted her head, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find an answer immediately.

‘Of course, I didn’t,’ she held a hand over her heart in mockery, feigning hurt. ‘How dare you accuse me of-’

You raised an eyebrow at her, your mouth twitched into a small smile. ‘Really?’

‘Okay fine, it was only Jo anyway. She had to get to class and for all you know, she was keeping your seat warm.’ She quickly relented the information to you. Recovering, she asked if you wanted your usual.

‘Duh! Oh, and maybe one of your grilled cheese and ham toasties and if you wanna throw in a chocolate muffin for free that would be cool, too.’ You nonchalantly added with the sweetest of smiles that you could muster.

You could see the little fight in her but she said with a pointed finger, ‘okay. But you, missy, you owe me.’

Hopping from one foot to the other, you hugged the owner of the coffee shop and kissed her cheek. ‘With my life. Whatever you want, when you want, you name it.’ You promised.

She hummed as you pulled away from each other. ‘Alright but you may regret saying that some day. Maybe I’ll cash in later today, you never know.’ She changed the subject rather quickly. ‘Park your tush and do whatever you do on that device of yours.’

‘You mean, my awesome graphical designs that got me some work!’

You revealed, wiggling your shoulders, doing a little dance as you told her the news.

Doing as Ellen said, you sat down in your booth and pulled out your wallet, handing over the money and a little extra as a tip, the muffin may not have been free after all.

You could work from home, only going in for a meeting with other companies. Your current manager had asked you to design for a new product for their fancy company.

The product being a new doll, like a Barbie, but this one was much cooler. People could buy them in all shapes and sizes, a shape that they wanted, whether it represented them of not but the coolness of it didn’t start there. No, it started when they touched the colour sensor and the doll would change colour, the colour would change to match their skin tone.

The difficult part was that you had to convey the changes and diversity between people who were going to by the doll.

You needed to design something that would entice the companies consumers; whatever their race or ethnicity to buy their product.

It was going to be a difficult job but it was yours and you were going to do it.

With your order already memorised, Ellen said goodbye to Jo; the teenager making her way through the almost empty coffee shop – the reason being it was too early for the cafe to be bustling with people. She almost sneakily stole an apple and a baguette, shoving the latter in her bag before she shouldered it and gave her a wave, biting into the apple as she let the door close behind her.

Ellen assembled the grilled sandwich first, cutting the cheese and putting on the ham slices. While she puts it in her awesome grilling press machine she get to work on you hot chocolate.

Not even five minutes later, Ellen makes her way over, placing your grilled cheese and ham toastie on the table along with the largest cup she owns filled with hot cocoa, a smattering of cream on top, a handful of chocolate shavings tops it off but a cinnamon stick peaks out of the silky, snowy white cream. She had really outdone herself this time.

‘Thanks Ellen, you’re the best,’ your arms wrapping around your mother figure – the one you never had, the one you hardly knew.

Your kit was set up, the tablet that you used turned on and ready to go, your stylus attached to the side calling you to be used but it would have to wait until you took a bite out of your toastie and a sip of your hot cocoa, knowing that it would scorch your tongue as soon as it collided with the liquid, but you didn’t care because that was half the fun of fall.

People flowed in and out of the coffee shop, some casually strolling in and out at a leisurely pace while others, most likely businessmen and women, came in ordering with their eyes attached to their screens not caring if they seemed rude. Their fingers tapped against their phone and when they were finished and became impatient, they tapped against the counter.

All these sounds were drowned out, pure concentration etched on your face and in your brain as you tried to create a new logo for their product.

Almost two hours into your designing, and you had come up with nothing. You demolished your grilled cheese and only had the maximum of a gulp left in your cup.

You hadn’t even noticed the new barista that had came in and went behind the counter, tying an apron around his waist. You hadn’t noticed the glimmer in Ellen’s eye when she whispered something into his ear. You hadn’t noticed his shiny green eyes follow Ellen’s finger to where she pointed to where you were sitting. And you hadn’t noticed the small smile on both Ellen and his face as he nodded and got to work on what Ellen had told him to do.

You took the doll out from you bag, examining it, trying to see if you could create something to represent the difference between everyone.

In your peripherals, you noticed your cup and plate were taken away, replaced with another mug filled with more hot cocoa, and this time a chocolate muffin sat in the place of the empty plate.

‘Thanks El-’ your words were cut short when your tore your eyes away from the stylus that you twirled in between your fingers. There stood a tall man, at least six foot, a soft, sweet smile on his face. ‘Not Ellen. Sorry, I’m in my own little world. Thank you, though...’

You waited for him to tell you his name.

‘Dean,’ his hand held out for you to shake, and you did, surprised that his hand was soft to the touch, ‘my name is Dean. And you are...’

‘Y/N. Tell me Dean, I haven’t seen you around, are you new?’

He nodded, retracting his hand that had stayed there a little too long to be friendly. But you didn’t mind. ‘Yep just started today but my father, adoptive father that is, knows Ellen and she thankfully gave me a job. Speaking of which, I should be back to work, don’t want to slack on the first day and get fired.’

‘Of course not, I’m sorry for keeping you.’

He shook his head, ‘no need for apologies, I look forward to getting to know you a little better, Y/N. I hope you enjoy your muffin and hot cocoa.’

You smiled as he slightly bowed his head and turned away to serve the other customers within the cafe.

He had spared glances at you for the whole time that you and he had been there, he thought he had been inconspicuous but Ellen had caught him, hell even you had caught him a few times. You ducked your head and your face contorted into a lopsided grin and bit your lip, trying to contain the sudden excitement that blossomed in the pit of your stomach.

Time ticked by and your ideas flowed, from your brain to your screen. You hadn’t even realised how long you had been there until Ellen dropped off another grilled cheese and ham toastie, telling you that it was four in the afternoon.

Crumbs of your muffin were scattered over your table until she swiped them off and into the cloth.

‘Go home, Y/N. You work too hard, dear.’

‘I know. I just-’

‘No buts, Y/N, no justs either. Finish the grilled cheese, and go home, get some rest, then you can come back tomorrow. Besides, Dean will be here tomorrow.’ She winked as she walked away.

You knew she was right so you saved your current work and closed the flap lid of it. Putting it away in your bag, you slouched in your seat, your head resting on the top on it.

Closing your sore eyes, you listen to the sounds surrounding you; laughing, clinking spoons, the splashes of the liquid, the steamer going off as it heated the milk for the drinks.

Knowing that Ellen would kick you out one way or another, you ate your second grilled cheese of the day in a matter of minutes. You stood, grabbing your thick, red, knitted cardigan and throwing it on and tossing your bag over your shoulder, you gathered the plates and cleaned the table, leaving it on the counter.

Ellen also reluctantly took the money you handed her – she didn’t really take it, you stuffed it down her top, it was the only way she would. You handed her an extra ten dollars, winking at her when you said to give it to Dean, a welcome gift on his first day.

You kissed her cheek and left, finally deciding that seven hours within the cafe walls were enough for today.

Walking through the park, you surprising had a large smile on your face, today had been a good day.

‘Y/N! Y/N, wait up!’

You beamed as you spotted Dean on a bicycle, riding with one hand as the other held a take out cup from The Roadhouse.

‘Hi. What’s up?’

His bike came to a halt, and he gracefully swung his leg over it. Grappling at the handles – awkwardly in one hand - and ambling over to you.

Dean passed you the tall cup, his green eyes boring into your own. Graciously, you accepted the cup and thanked him. ‘What’s this for?’ You took a sip, tasting the familiar liquid that you loved so much; hot cocoa.

He rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck, ‘a, uh, a thank you. For the tip you gave me and for making my first day at work a good one. Great one, actually. So, I was wondering...’

‘You were wondering…?’ You encouraged, prompting him to tell you.

He quickly chuckled, a bubble of laughter, really, ‘if you would like to go on a date...with me? Tonight? Or tomorrow, whenever you are free.’

Adjusting the bag strap on your shoulder again, you giggled as he stumbled over his words. You really liked this guy, he was too adorable to turn down.

Holding your hand out, you asked him for his phone, he reached into his pocket and put it in the palm of your hand, his fingers brushing yours.

You carefully relayed your number into his phone, sending off a text to your own.

*get some sleep, I’ll see you for my shift tomorrow*

Dean took back his phone, smiling as your phone pinged with the message you had sent yourself.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow, Dean. Gotta get myself dolled up for the date tomorrow.’

You cupped his right cheek, bringing your lips to his left, feeling the scratchy and prickly stubble under your lips and fingertips.

Pulling away, you saw the redness creeping up his neck and the pink tinge that tinted.

You were excited to say the least.

You and Dean had sent texts back and forth as soon as you got home until the moment you fell asleep, picking up where you left off as your eyes open and you checked your phone. A text waiting for you from Dean already.

*Good Morning, Y/N. For our date tonight, wear something casual and comfortable. We’re going to have a lot of fun.*

Casual and comfortable. Casual and comfortable. The mantra running through your mind over and over and over again.

Nibbling on the crunchy toast you made, you opened your wardrobe, scouring the items it contained, hoping that something that you owned was suitable enough to wear.

Almost giving up, you huffed and stomped your foot but decided to video call your best friend, Eileen Leahy.

  You set up your tablet on your shelf and stood nearby it so that she could read your lips; she was freaking incredible at that.

‘I got a date and he said to be casual and comfortable. What? What do I wear? Help me!’

‘Casual and comfortable?’ She repeated, tilting her head to the side and biting the inside of her cheek. ‘Go with leggings, uh… and a tank top, with a sweater just in case and sneakers.’

‘Thank you,’ you gesture, signing what little you know. ‘You’re a life saver. I’ll let you go, love you.’

She put up her forefinger, pinky and thumb on both hands, signing that she loved you too, she blew you a kiss and disconnected the call, allowing you time to get ready. Even though the date was after his shift, you wanted to see Dean and it wasn’t going to hurt to try and weasel the destination out of him.

You did as Eileen suggested, adorning black leggings, a tank top and a baggy band tee – just in case – under a hoodie.

You decided to leave your tablet and work things at home, taking a break and enjoying the day, work could wait; especially if the deadline was towards the end of the year.

You only carried your small purse; for your keys, phone and wallet.

Instead of your usual booth, you opted to sit at the end of the coffee counter, the more time you got to spend with Dean, the better you would get to know him and see if you could figure out what type of guy he was.

Dean was a friendly guy, you quickly decided. He greeted all of those who ordered with a smile and you had barely stepped through the door.

With a smirk on his face, he said his hello’s to you and took your order, still learning from the boss. He made small talk within the rush of people that waltzed in and out of The Roadhouse.

The rush came and went within a the time frame of two hours. Most commuters were off to work, ordering their coffee and breakfast to go.

Dean was exhausted, small beads of sweat trickled down the side of his face, caused by the steam. But damn did he look good.

Little tendrils of his hair from the place it had once been sticking up, falling down to stick to his temples.

‘Are you still not going to tell me? It would have been nice you know. I could be wearing the wrong thing and you could just be messing with me.’

Dean shook his head at you, swirling the whipped cream on top of your hot cocoa and placing it in front of you. ‘You look fine. It’s perfect actually for where we are going.’

‘Are you gonna tell me?’ You batted your eyelashes once more, trying to weasel the tiniest piece of information from him.

‘I’ll tell you when we get there. Oh, are you wearing socks?’

‘Um,’ you lifted your leg and saw that your ankles were covered with the fabric in question. ‘Yeah?’

You gasped.

‘Is that a clue to where we’re going?’ Your jaw dropped, giving him an obnoxious smile, excitement bubbling within you.

His mouth was pulled into a upside down smile, revealing nothing but everything at the same time.

After Dean’s shift, he led you to his car, a ’67 Chevy Impala. When you commented on his bike from the day before, he gave a full belly laugh, leaning back as he did so before he replied, ‘It’s my brother’s. I had to borrow it while my baby was in the garage. Needed the carburettor cleaned. Got it done and now she’s in tip top shape.’

‘Can I take this off now please?’ ‘Are we there yet?’ ‘How far have we got to go?’

You spoke every few minutes but with the blindfold on, it felt like hours.

‘Would you just shush and let this be a surprise, please? For me?’

Behind the blinding mask, you could almost see the man adjacent to you pouting and rolling his eyes at your annoying questions every three minutes. His face didn’t hold any of those expressions though, he held a fond smile, glancing over at you every now and then but needed to be safe with his eyes on the road.

‘Five more minutes and I promise you that you can take it off.’

As promised, Dean switched off the ignition and leads you into a building you know nothing about. Honestly, you didn’t even know where you were when he ripped the blindfold off of you.

‘Reservation for two, under Winchester.’ Dean’s voice was authoritive but kind nonetheless as he spoke to the woman up front.

She typed in the name Dean had given her and smiled, ‘right on time, you have a maximum of one hour.’ She said as she handed both you and Dean luminous green wristbands.

Dean thanked the woman, even if she gave him goo goo eyes, a pang of jealousy running through you but Dean wasn’t paying attention to her as he flung his arm around your shoulders and led you to the back.

‘I just gotta put my sweatpants on, okay?’

‘Oh, so you get the opportunity to change but I don’t? Rude...’ you sassed with a raised eyebrow, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

‘Yes.’

‘Okay, wasn’t expecting that. Just change so I can find out what the hell we are doing.’ You shooed him into the men’s locker room, the exterior giving you no clue as to where Dean had brought you.

On the other side of the door, Dean unbuckled his belt and toed off his boots, leaving his socks on and pulling a pair of his grey sweatpants up his bowlegs and over his butt. As he came out, you saw that he shucked off his flannel, leaving him in only one layer, and damn did he look good.

‘Are you going to tell me now? You know since you’re in sweatpants and we’re in the building. I think now would be a good time for you to tell me where we are.’

He stopped at a locker, shoving his clothes in along with your bag and wrapped the key around his wrist. ‘Why would I tell you when,’ he stuck the wristband around your wrist and did the same to his own. ‘When I can show you.’

He opened the door and your mouth dropped open. The space was filled with trampolines!

Dean took you trampolining on your first date!

This was going to be a blast.

You were right. Dean was a gentleman, helping you onto the trampoline and showing you the things he had learned from his athletic background. You found out that he was a coach where he was living just a few months ago but thought he would change it up a bit. Work at a new place but his skill hadn’t left him.

He would jump with you, teaching you some of the tricks; tuck, pike, straddle, full twist and the seat drop. It was a little more challenging than you anticipated but for Dean, you were willing to give it a go.

Dean was patient with you, critiquing you when he thought you were a little off the centre point of the springing floor.

It was awesome though, he ran across a few of the mats, doing a full twist onto the wall trampoline, he then sprung back and somersaulted but you hadn’t expected that. Neither did he as he landed on top of you.

You giggled as he let out a shout, winding his arms around your body and twisting you so that you were on top and he took the fall as you both landed.

‘Hi,’ you bit your lip, trying to contain your smile but Dean was having none of that. He freed your bottom lip from your teeth and tilted his head up.

‘Hey,’ he whispered lowly, his lips mere millimeters from yours.

BING BONG. ALL CUSTOMERS WITH GREEN WRISTBANDS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE EXIT. THAT’S ALL GREEN WRISTBAND HOLDERS TO THE EXIT.

You and Dean pulled away from each other, deflating about what could happened, what should have happened. You muttered at the same time,‘dammit.’

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[in-a-trans-like-state]

My graphic tablet arrived!!! Sneak peak at what a lot of my uni notebooks end up looking like 

I still need to work out a LOT of things but i as my normal tendency is to be too stressed to even open the box i figure this is a good start! 

I’ll finish reading the manual, set up some hot keys and then watch some videos on digital art so that i dont end up trying to reinvent the wheel and giving up (and also check out if there are other programs i should try)  at some stage (hopefully tomorrow)

but i have a headache atm so im going to switch off