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theorist-influencer-untitled · 1 year ago

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8.13.23

8:31 am

As early as 7am Uncle Jun went out already going to forest of Georgia & Betsilog'z gang ( always wearing a plastic coats???). Always had have their celebration parties for 16 years... I hate being a supporter. I mean I'm a good friend but too much of being a supporter is killing me angels unfairly....My biological mother always wanted me to be a supporter.

In the Nutshell:

I'm a good samaritan but of course I have to lift myself as well... I'm also a good friend angels. I know how a good relationship will flow either on friendship and on having a relationship like bf-gf or gf-gf thingy... There is always a "give and take flow"...

In the case of my biological mother and her group ( coz I didn't grow-up with her or with them since I was 13 )....I have half-sister's and half-brother on her side ( who are mostly undergraduates) meaning they bumped my college diploma and ego... I'm not sure if it is accidental or intentional.

Other issues:

I rested for almost 2 days now but still our electric is dead! Not good... Coz supposed to be coach John wanted us to have our class training today that I said oh! Coach I hope it will be our rest day ( coz I'm fucking tired! This entire week! My comic strip over my head). Then it was good thing Coach Melai is pregnant so meaning she badly needs an off this weekends. I did my laundry yesterday ( manual with gloves) no electric and if there is we can't open the washing machine like our ac coz of our financial tight budgeting.

My sponsorship is still coming from a friend, that's why I badly need to keep this job angels. Still, no food money here that Uncle DD told me that he is still waiting for the money from Japan that my "adoptive parent's" are also having financial tight budgeting.

This Neko I took her as my own dog but this is a dog of Uncle DD. I know the word respect and I know to give it angels, if someone deserves it...

A recap of everything, I got my 2nd husky it was brought by my Uncle DD and Aunt Karen here coz I used to have one during my broken-hearted days and I love huskies so much... I considered huskies as my stuff toy and my baby now.

So, it is just a returned of thanking them for my baby John but as time goes by, as I observed I became a dog lover and I'm beginning to like Neko the rottweiler coz we can all sleep at night without worrying coz Neko- the biter will look after us... The reason why I also starting to like rottweilers now... I now love Neko, so much... John will always be the favorite one... Lalah the aspin is a good dog as well...

In the Nutshell:

How can I have a relationship now? I have dogs to feed now... I love dogs and more dogs... Plus, I love collagens and serums.... Will they take me as me??? Many things to consider...

You know what angels, I'm so fucking happy with my dogs... I will be happy working, I will be happy having friends and super happy with my dogs.

10:56 am

The worst chicharon I have ever tasted ( have tasted --present perfect tense) angels, " Jennie's Chicharon"... Argh! Bad taste... It something weird...

It was given by Uncle DD and Aunt Karen... In fairness the best chicharon is from ilocos!

6:14 pm

I'm having costochondritis ( chest pain due to worrying ) my friend Ely is not on stable stage these days... He gave me assistance just for 3 days and I still need couple of days to go... Hmm.....

I need an another friend again to assist me on money... God help me....

I have credit on the store some canned goods... God help me...

I still need to pay the drug store...God help me...

7:58 pm

Uncle DD didn't give food assistance for 4 days already....It seems so strange..

In the Nutshell:

I don't wanna have a future like this with someone... I mean I need to have a stability in life before giving an another life,if ever... I'm not happy and I'm not contented being like this and I'm not proud angels... I have sanity and maturity...

It is ohkay to be sponsored by a friend but ideally it should be coming from your own family but the saddest thing we all have our own downfall, angels...

But given a chance to be a sponsor of someone, in the future? I will do it as well to a friend coz it is a religious act to help a friend.

Other issues:

I need lotions and serums Uncle DD couldn't give me assistance...

This job? I badly need this angels for me to have my own money and to buy Starbucks and to display myself in Starbucks. It is a self-fulfillment to gain friends and to have my xfactor back and to be me and to let myself out... I feel so fat,ugly and old angels... I'm still thinking of my "deep smile lines"...

I need to get a job, I'm dying to have my xfactor back and to gain many2x friends and to mingle with good friends... I miss hanging-out, I miss going out... I miss attention in a good way...

Yeah! I feel worried that I always feel that I need a back-up in Iqor now...

I already have white hair angels and I feel like an old grandma these days... That I never reach my peak in life as an individual... I feel self-pity...

I have so many dreams that I wanted to do like a joining a dog show and winning... Getting some foot spa and collagen even down there... Scrubbing my butt to feel sexy again... A lot of things to worry everyday...

8:29 pm

I'm wondering if "Pards Canteen" is owned by Uncle DD and Aunt Karen??? I was thinking... Nearby or in-front of SM...

I heard Aunt Karen calling Uncle DD as Pards, Pards... Hoping to get a free food or free meal from them...Hmm...Hmm....

9pm

One of my favorites in the classroom is Melinda Go, the virgin and spoiled still... Actually,it is good to know that his father gave him a house as a gift for finishing her college degree... I just suddenly remember now... I just wanna share it here... I love middle-class people and I appreciate people along the way of my journey most specially in Iqor. I love middle-class parent's and upper...

If I'm gonna be a parent someday, I wanna have a good mentality and upper view about life...

In the Nutshell:

I don't like men who are having a low point of view that they hate spoiled... I'm avoiding those...

Of course being a spoiled means bless but there is a point that they need awakening or maturity on some point in life for them to be fully adult...

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mariocki · 2 years ago

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David Jackson gets on the wrong side of Simon Templar as Latin American (ahem) rebel agent Chico in The Saint: The Spanish Cow (4.8, ITC, 1965)

#fave spotting #david jackson #olag gan #the saint #blakes 7 #blake's 7 #gan but not forgotten #classic tv #the spanish cow #1965 #a husky undergraduate he is not #david gets rather more to do here than in his previous Saint outing #including getting a few punches in against Simon Templar (hoorah!) but alas he receives many more in return (boo!)#he's from Santa Cruz (or Santacruz) a former dictatorship turned democracy and damnit he misses those dictatory days #ok maybe we are siding with Simon in this one #can't really see it in these pictures too well but he has a big fake scar on his left cheek #y'know‚ just so the audience can be sure he's the bad guy #also his height is on full display here in a scene in which Roger Moore approaches him and comes up to about his eyes #and Moore was a tall man #at which point Simon quips 'Shall we dance?'#uh.. let shipping commence i guess??#not really dw

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cherienymphe · 5 years ago

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Unhappily Married V (Steve Rogers x Reader)

WARNINGS: NON-CON, dad!Steve, age gap (reader is a 20 something college student so that could range from undergraduate to graduate and Steve is late 30s), slight college!Peter x reader

DNI if this offends you!

Alright this is it! Thanks to everyone who has read and interacted with this story. I’m glad you all have enjoyed it!

summary: your dream job becomes a nightmare when your employers reveal their true colors.

You woke up the next morning with Steve’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. Your entire form ached, but most notably your legs and your core. You could feel his breath against your neck, and part of you wondered if you could get out of bed. Yesterday, he’d promised to “fuck you into submission”, and you believed him.

However, one slight move from you and his grip was suddenly tightening. He groaned, pressing himself more firmly against you, and you cringed. His lips found a place on the back of your neck, and you tried to move away, but he only dug his fingers into your stomach.

“Morning,” he mumbled, voice husky with sleep.

You didn’t respond, opting instead for trying to get out of his grip. His hold didn’t loosen, and after a while, you felt and heard him sigh into your skin. Before you could register it, you were suddenly on your stomach, head facing the window, and your wide eyes landed on the rising sun.

His hard chest was pressed into your back, another groan escaping him as his already hard member grazed your butt. He leaned his head down to press kisses against your neck and cheek, hands sliding up your forearms to pin your wrists against the mattress.

You knew that you were no match for him, he’d proved that on more than one occasion, now, but that didn’t stop you from trying to fight him, anyway. He was quick to force one leg in between your own, the other right behind as he spread them. Your legs protested as he forced them apart, wasting no time before sliding into your throbbing core.

You yelped, fingers clutching the sheet as he set an unrelenting pace. His skin slapped against yours, and his breathing picked up as he thrust into you. You bit your lip, hating the way you clenched around him as if trying to stop his retreat every time.

“Peter called last night while you were asleep,” he suddenly breathed.

You gasped at that, struggling even more beneath him.

“It looks like he’s coming by today to get you, anyway despite what Sharon told him…”

You didn’t like his tone of voice. Something about the way he spoke wasn’t right, and it didn’t take long to figure out why.

“While I have your attention…,” he said, slowing down a bit before stopping completely.

You shuddered, out of breath, and you could feel him twitch inside of you.

“Let’s discuss the elephant in the room.”

You frowned in confusion.

“W-what are you talking about?”

“In an hour or so, Peter should be getting a call from my good friend Tony. He’s going to offer him an internship that he’d be stupid to refuse. It’s a great opportunity for him,” he whispered, slowly pulling out before sliding back into you.

You trembled, stomach clenching as you felt him press his forehead to the back of your own head.

“I’m sure he’ll be excited to tell you all about it, Y/N, and the perfect girlfriend that you are, I’m sure you’ll be excited for him, won’t you?”

You didn’t like the direction this conversation was going.

“You wouldn’t do anything to ruin this for him, right…?”

Your jaw clenched, and you pushed back against him, but he simply let go of one hand and pressed his own into your back as he sat up.

“One word from me, and Tony can snatch it back so fast. Hell, he could so much more than that. He could make it so Peter can never excel in his field of study.”

Tears spilled over as he groaned, coming inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hands clenched into fists as his words suffocated you.

“Do we have an understanding?”

You didn’t respond, unable to hold back a sob as you let your head fall back onto the pillow. He pulled out of you, a low moan escaping as he did so, and the bed shook as he got off of you.

“I’m going to shower. You’re more than welcome to join me…”

You didn’t move as he exited the room, only burying your face into the pillow as your frame shook.

“A whole month?” you questioned, dread filling you as you helped Peter pack.

“Yeah,” he sighed, eyes still dazed, still in disbelief. “It came out of nowhere. I-.”

He cut himself off, shaking his head with a grin.

“This is like the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me. Besides meeting you, of course,” he quickly added, pressing a kiss to your cheeks.

You swallowed, brows furrowing, and he noticed. Peter paused, eyeing you.

“Hey…are you still feeling sick? You told me you felt better when I picked you up,” he worriedly said.

He dropped the shirt he was holding as he approached you.

“I uh…I had just suddenly felt a little nauseous, but it’s passed, I think,” you lied.

Well, it wasn’t a complete lie. You did feel like you were going to be sick. You knew that Steve and Sharon and their crowd were rich, but it had never occurred to you that they were the type of rich with connections. There was no telling what else Steve was capable of, and that worried you.

Even if you told Peter, what would happen after that? Would he be safe? Would anything even be done about it?

“Hey,” he softly said, taking your hands as he sat down and pulled you with him.

His brown eyes were worried and inquiring as he looked at you.

“Is this about the internship?”

“What? No! No, of course not,” you hurried to answer, shaking your head.

Peter didn’t look convinced, and he sighed.

“Y/N…if you don’t want me to take it, then just tell me. I’ll stay-.”

“No, don’t do that. Peter, this is…this is an amazing opportunity for you. It’s perfect even, like it was tailor made. I just…I’m going to miss you,” you whispered.

He smiled, squeezing your hands.

“I’m going to miss you too. It’s only a month. It’ll go by in no time, and I’ll call you every day and facetime you and-.”

You cut him off, pressing your lips against his. He was taken by surprise but wrapped his arms around you. You curled your fingers in his hair, lips trembling as a few tears escaped. He pulled away with a slight frown, reaching up to wipe your face.

“Y/N…”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “I’m just so happy for you, and I’m going to miss you and-.”

He looked really worried, now.

“Y/N…is something else wrong?”

“No,” you lied, shaking your head.

He ran his eyes over you, gaze skeptical.

“If there was something else wrong…you’d tell me, right?”

You nodded with a small smile.

“Yeah. I told you, I’m just really going to miss you.”

He returned the smile, getting up to finish packing. You’d only have three more days with him before he left, and there was no telling what would happen after that.

“Hey, Peter…”

He paused, lifting his head to look at you with raised eyebrows.

“I love you.”

His face softened, a small smile on his lips.

“I love you too.”

You watched as he continued packing, heart clenching for a multitude of reasons.

Peter had only been gone for all of two hours before there was a knock on your door. You hesitated to answer, because you knew who it was without even looking through the peephole. You briefly closed your eyes, swallowing a sigh as you approached it.

Steve didn’t step inside, but he looked over you as he leaned against the door. You dug your nails into the painted wood, just staring at him like you would a pest.

“Get in,” he said, nodding towards his car behind him.

“Do I have a choice?”

You knew the answer, but you asked anyway. He smirked at you, blue eyes sparkling.

“You always have a choice, Y/N. Just know that those choices may have consequences…”

With a huff, you grabbed your keys off of the hook beside the door and your purse off of the coffee table before following after him. The car ride was silent, and your thoughts were all over the place as you wondered where you were going. You didn’t like how much control Steve had over both your life and Peter’s.

How had things gotten so twisted so fast? You felt silly for thinking you would be uninvolved in the drama between Sharon and Steve. Peter had even told you so. Little did you know that both of them were equally twisted people who were bent on screwing you over for their own gain.

When he turned into the familiar driveway, you blinked, confusion filling you. You didn’t understand why he picked you up just to bring you to his house. Your confusion grew even more when you spotted Sharon’s car in the open garage. You knew that she was only going to be away for a few days, but you didn’t know how many exactly.

You were hesitant to get out of the car, slowly dragging behind Steve as he made his way up the steps. Before he made it to the door, it swung open, an angry Sharon greeting him. You paused, one foot on the first step as she cut her dark eyes to you. You started to shrink in on yourself before thinking better of it, reminding yourself that you were in this mess because of her.

“What the hell is this, Steve?” she demanded, shoving some papers in his face.

You were too far away to really see what they were, but you had a good guess judging by her anger.

“Don’t you want to take this inside, honey? The neighbors will see.”

Steve’s voice was mocking, and it only served to further anger his wife. He brushed past her, and you refused to move until Steve aggressively called your name. You bit your tongue, following after him. You didn’t meet Sharon’s eye as she glared at you, brushing past her as well.

You didn’t know what to do as the door slammed shit behind you, and you decided to make your way upstairs to find Nathan. That was when the fighting began.

“You lying piece of…!”

Their voices were muffled as you shut Nathan’s room door behind you. He was holding onto the bars of his crib, eyes focused on you as you approached. You picked him up as the yelling increased in volume, and you rocked the blonde baby with the release of a shaky breath.

“Maybe I should stay around forever,” you murmured. “Without me, I fear you’d be one messed up kid in this household.”

Of course, he couldn’t understand you, but his soft gurgle was a nice comfort. You went to crack the door just a bit, listening in as you leaned against the wall.

“The only reason I even allowed this to happen was because you promised me I’d get what I want,” you heard Sharon sneer.

“Sharon, you can keep the house, half the money, your car...”

She scoffed.

“…but I am leaving. You can tell all of your little friends what a lying, cheating scumbag I am to make yourself look better.”

“Make myself look better? Please! That just makes it look like I can’t satisfy my husband. Either way you spin it, I will be a laughingstock! Do you think I will just take this and let you parade around with her on your arm?”

“After the divorce, what I do will be none of your business,” you heard him say.

“You’re not getting away with this, Steve…”

You could hear his footsteps, followed by hers. It sounded like she was following him.

“Do you hear me? If you do this, you will never see Nathan again!”

You walked out, slowly making your way down the stairs.

“Heh. That’s all he’s been to you, hasn’t he? A tool. His whole short life so far has been nothing but a means to an end for you. You had him to keep me, then you just paraded him around to all of our friends and neighbors to show what a wonderful mother you are. Now, you’re trying to use him again to keep me. Do you even love him?”

“He’s my son,” was her simple response.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

You were standing in between the living room and kitchen, now, eyes on them as they argued. Sharon caught your eye and pushed past Steve, snatching Nathan out of your hands as she glared at you.

“Are you enjoying this? Was this what you wanted all along? Playing innocent-.”

She cut herself off with a gasp, cheek reddening from where you’d slapped her. Nathan squirmed in her arms, but she only held him closer. Tears brimmed along your eyes as you looked at her like she was crazy.

“I am in this mess because of you,” you spat. “You didn’t have to go along with anything.”

“I-.”

“You what? Your desire for meaningless materialistic things outweighed your desire to not let your husband rape someone? I was never anything but kind to you, and you threw me under the bus. How dare you try to act like I wanted this,” you whispered.

She looked away from you.

“Sharon, just get this over with and sign the papers,” Steve sighed.

Sharon glared at him before cutting her hard eyes to you.

“He wants to move into a house with you, you know…”

Your eyes widened, nervously glancing at Steve as she continued.

“Oh, yes. He’s already bought it…with a basement and everything. I don’t know how he plans to do it, but he’s going to permanently get Peter away from you, and then then wants to knock you up. He’s been putting crushing pills into your food to interfere with your birth control.”

Your eyes snapped to her, fearful and filled with tears as you released a shuddering breath. Her grin was victorious.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re already pregnant.”

There was a brief tense silence as Steve glared at Sharon and she looked at you and you glanced at the door. Steve was too slow, and his fingers barely brushed along your arm as you took off. You skipped the last two porch steps, almost losing your footing as you landed.

You could hear his own hurried steps behind you, and fear seized you so drastically, you thought you were going to throw up. You made it to the end of the driveway before he did, crossing the road with no hesitation. A car blew at you, but you didn’t pause as you continued running. You only had your phone in your pocket, but when you called Peter, he didn’t answer.

You cursed before deciding to call an uber. You needed to beat Steve to your apartment. You didn’t have your keys, but the sliding backdoor was a bit faulty. With some jiggles, it could slide right open, and only you and Peter knew this. You told your driver you were in a bit of a hurry, and he took it with stride, getting to your apartment in record time.

You were relieved that no familiar cars were there, and you ran around the back. It took you maybe five minutes to shake the door open, sliding it back and slipping inside just as you heard another car pull up in the front yard. You hurriedly locked it behind you, pulling the curtains closed. You could hear pounding on your front door, and you jumped.

“Y/N!”

You stayed silent. If you didn’t make a sound, maybe he would leave. After all, he had to know that you knew this would be the first place he’d look for you. Steve had to think you were smarter than that to come back here, especially without your keys. He called your name a few more times, pounding on the door.

It was quiet for a while, and you thought he’d left. You didn’t move, waiting for the sound of his car starting up, but nothing came. You pressed your hand to your forehead, wondering what you were going to do. The odds of anyone actually believing a word you said about the perfect Steve Rogers were slim. Still, if you called the police, they’d at least be here, right? Maybe you could just tell them you felt unsafe? Convince someone to stake out the place?

But if the police showed up, Steve would definitely know you were home, if he didn’t hear you calling them first. You still hadn’t heard his car start up, and you were starting to grow worried. With a shake of your head, you tapped your phone, ready to hit the emergency call button when the glass of your backdoor shattered.

You bit your lip, swallowing down any sounds as you ran to the front door. With a slip of the lock, you were outside and running straight into unfamiliar arms. A scream tore from your lips, but a hand was there, silencing you before anyone could hear. Your eyes widened when you looked up, eyes connecting with a familiar face.

Before you had time to register what was really happening, an arm wrapped around you from the back and a cloth was pressed over your nose. You struggled in their grips as they dragged you into your house. You knew what was being held over your nose, and you held your breath for as long as you could, but tears slipped from your eyes when you couldn’t hold it anymore.

You whimpered, kicking out a few times before your moves grew slow. With a gasp, you crumbled in their arms, darkness claiming you.

When you came to, your throat was incredibly dry, and it was hard to swallow. Your head was pounding, and you had to blink a few times before your vision cleared. You stared up at a beautifully painted ceiling, brows furrowing in confusion at the angels staring down at you. You turned your head, taking in your surroundings.

The room you were in was large, probably ¾ the size of your entire apartment. There was a kitchenette along with a few furniture pieces and two doors. You slowly sat up, hands pressing into a plush bed. You stumbled off of it and turned around, looking at the grand king-sized piece of furniture in wonder. You glanced around again, eyes landing on some stairs that led upwards.

Some part of you knew where you were. Something in your brain was nagging you to remember something someone had said, but you didn’t have time to give it another thought before the door at the top of the stairs opened. Your eyes widened when Steve walked down the stairs, Nathan in his arms. Something clicked.

Sharon! She had said that…

You looked around again, panicked as you realized that you were in a basement.

You stumbled back away from Steve, never taking your eyes off of him. Nathan reached for you as Steve approached, and your heart clenched as you backed up some more.

“Don’t be like that, Y/N. You know you’re his favorite person,” Steve purred.

“You…you and your friend… Tony,” you breathed.

“I called him as soon as you ran. It’s crazy. Turns out, he doesn’t live that far from you and was able to get there almost immediately after I did,” he said.

“Why…why are you doing this?”

Nathan reached for you again, and Steve sighed as he stopped right before you. He held Nathan out to you, and you reluctantly took him. The frown on his plump face immediately went away, and Steve smiled.

“That’s why.”

You glanced up at him.

“I did stay with Sharon because of him…until you came along. I always believed Sharon never truly loved him, not like a mother should. I always thought after she had him, he was still nothing more than something to use for her. I didn’t want to believe it, but then you came around, and I had never seen her look at him the way you did.”

Fear bloomed in your chest, and you heard your breathing pick up.

“He took to you instantly, and despite the fact that Sharon never loved him the right way, I could tell that it bothered her, and I knew it then. You could help me raise him so much better than she ever could.”

“No, no,” you mumbled, backing up.

He followed you, blue eyes never straying.

“All those things I thought I never wanted, it turns out I just didn’t want them with her. But you… I want all of those things with you and then some.”

“Steve,” you begged, back hitting the wall.

“He’s going to grow up with two parents who love him-.”

“Steve, where is Sharon?”

You knew she would never just let Steve take Nathan like this.

“Don’t worry about her,” he murmured, reaching out to brush his hand over Nathan’s hair.

He lifted his hand to run his thumb over your trembling chin, wiping the tears from your face that had spilled over.

“Y-you can’t keep me down here,” you protested, clutching Nathan to you.

“Not forever, no. I doubt you’ll run though. You wouldn’t abandon Nathan like that,” he said.

Disgust colored your face as you realized that he was using Nathan against you like Sharon had tried to do to him.

“Peter will-!”

“Don’t!”

You flinched at his tone, eyes wide in fear. He sighed, grip tightening on your jaw as his own tensed.

“Don’t say his name. I’ll deal with him and fuck the memory of him out of your head,” he lowly spat.

More tears spilled over as the gravity of the situation was starting to sink in.

“S-Steve…Steve, please-! I-I have a life. I have school and-.”

“And you can do all of those things…later. School will always be there. They even have online school if you don’t want to wait,” he proposed.

“You can’t do this to me!”

Nathan whined, and you instinctively shushed him, your gentle tone immediately calming him down. Steve took your face in his hands, smiling at you.

“Look at you. You’re so natural with him. I know you’ll be just as great with our kid…”

You felt like you were going to be sick. Your hands felt numb as he took Nathan away from you, rocking him as he stepped away.

“Now, lets put him to sleep so we can christen this house properly.”

Fin.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years ago

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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First”: Volume 3, Chapter 1

Summary:

Erik N'Jadaka Stevens. The top student in his graduating class at the Naval Academy. The youngest graduate to do so.

Erik excels at M.I.T. studying bioacoustics and sonic warfare. Hounded by Tony Stark to become his protege in Malibu, Erik sets out to forge a path that will take him into the military and Special Ops to complete his ultimate goal: Revenge for his mother and father and the overthrow of the Wakandan Royal House. With the help of his roommate, Disa, he may have found a way to balance first love and his need for justice.

NSFW. Smut. Mature Audience Only.

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"My nose wide as the Red Sea (Red Sea) Lips full, fillers don't fill me (Fill me) Soon as my cousin killer's on trial (Woah) Family gon' pull 'em sitting courtside Godsend they say, we singing la-la-la Don't want no vultures on our si-i-ide Looking black as the messi-i-iah I got time…

When we die, where do my people go? To the stars where they can't steal your glow When we die, where do my people go? To the stars where they can't steal your glow Superpower"

Kirby—"Superpower"

Chocolate City.

That's what they called this particular section of dorm housing on the fourth floor of the building known as New House that Erik N'Jadaka Stevens found himself standing in at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

M.I.T.

"No man, this dude is different. He's twenty, but he acts way older. Quiet. Not real friendly…I don't mean in a bad way…he's just not gregarious. Grad student, not a freshman… I didn't ask. He applied to be here and Jay said he'd be a good fit. Oakland…I don't know…"

They were feeling him out already.

The lone voice he heard was in another room talking on a phone. The person wasn't even aware that Erik had entered House One that Chocolate City shared with iHouse, another identity-based undergraduate group who used the first two floors while they used the other three top floors.

Erik had money to get his own apartment or his own house if he wanted. Working for Tony Stark as an intern and a Stark Fellow for a year prior to M.I.T earned him money to live like an adult. Hell, he gave up a luxury apartment and tasteful eclectic furniture to move cross country and hunker down among thirty-one young Black men from around the world—correction, thirty young Black men, and one young white Italian man��who came to study a wide range of STEM-related fields.

Erik stared at the Chocolate City Mission Statement on his phone:

"Chocolate City is a brotherhood of MIT students and alumni who identify with urban culture and share common backgrounds, interests, ethnicities, and/or experiences. By cultivating a tradition of social, intellectual, character, and leadership development, the Brothers of Chocolate City exemplify a high standard of excellence which is founded on continual growth. We seek to enrich the MIT and greater global communities by embodying the principles of our brotherhood."

Taking a deep breath, Erik took time to meditate on what his purpose was in being there in that commons room space at that moment. It was a promise to his Uncle Bakari, Aunt Shavonne, and his Grandpop that he would spend at least six months in the dorm to have a proper group living experience that he didn't have at the Naval Academy. One that was less rigid and military guided. And not a juvenile hall. He shook off the memories.

Six months.

He gave his word.

Erik rolled the suitcase he had with him against a wall and the movement alerted the unseen speaker to end their call. A lanky fade-wearing young man with glasses and very light skin walked in from another room.

"Hi, Erik?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, welcome! I'm Rasheed. Junior year. Engineering. One of two Co-Chairs here. You look different from the Zoom chat…hair is longer…"

They shook hands and Erik ran his fingers over the short 'fro he was cultivating. It was one of the perks of being away from The Naval Academy and Stark Industries. He could let his shit grow freely. He could wear regular clothes. He could stand down.

"Growing it out for a minute."

"Are you wearing gold slugs?"

"Yeah," Erik said becoming annoyed with comments about his appearance.

The moment he left Tony Stark's employ he had pure gold panther slugs made for his bottom teeth to match the ones his Baba used to wear.

"Is this all your stuff?"

"Nah, I have some more out in my car."

"What do you drive?"

"1970 Chevrolet Chevelle."

"What? A muscle car. What color?"

"Black."

"I'll go down and help you bring the rest of your stuff up. Everyone is still moving in and finding the campus. We're having a dorm meeting with the Chocolate City crew before the big New House meeting downstairs later tonight."

"Okay. Cool."

Exiting the elevator, they walked down the large hall on the first floor to the exit. Outside the afternoon air was crisp and Erik admired the brick of the building as they walked away from it to where he parked temporarily.

Rasheed whistled when he saw Erik's car.

"You sank some money into this bad boy."

"My grandfather had it for years. Fixed it up and passed it on to me. He still adds stuff to it if I ask him too."

"That's cool, bruh. Real cool."

Erik pulled out two more roller bags and a duffle, along with his computer bag from his trunk.

"That's it?"

"Yep," Erik said.

"You can stay parked here until tomorrow night. That's when you have to use your residency parking passes and move it to your assigned area."

"Bet."

Moving his things back up into his assigned floor, more young men had arrived in their commons and introductions were made. One husky guy with a crimson and white MIT sweatshirt sat on a couch with his laptop playing music. The music switched up and a voice Erik recognized filled the room.

ButtaFly.

A DJ that hosted a popular MIT radio show. A DJ he listened to for months while he worked for Tony Stark.

"You are listening to the Cosmic Café…up next I'm going to have some new music by Kirby, Seinabo Bey, and I'll also throw in some classic Mutabaruka dub poetry. I want to give a big welcome to the new students arriving for the start of a new school year, especially to the young men of Chocolate City. My homegirl Jennifer is the Graduate Resident Tutor there so hey girl…I hear some really brilliant new students are over there, so welcome… welcome to all the folks over at New House…"

Erik stood in front of red and white hoodie.

"Where is the campus radio station at? Do you know?"

"WMBR?" hoodie asked.

"It's in the basement of the Walker Memorial Building," Rasheed said.

"Is that far from here?"

"Not really if you don't mind walking."

Erik pulled up the campus map on his phone.

"What room do I have?" Erik asked.

He followed Rasheed down a hall to the far end. Two twin beds, two desks, a decent window…

No one else had belongings there yet.

Erik picked the side away from the window and dumped his stuff.

"Thanks for helping me," Erik said.

"No problem—"

"What time is the meeting?"

"In two hours—"

Erik left the room with Rasheed at his heels.

"The rest of the guys will be back, and your roommate—"

"Later. I gotta go peep something first. I'll be back on time."

Erik passed by more Black male undergrads entering Chocolate City.

"Hey, Erik!"

Darcy, the other Co-Chair called out to him as Erik headed toward the elevator. A bright white smile on a rich round mahogany face tried to get his attention as Erik swept past.

"I'll be back!" he called out again.

Erik checked his cell phone. ButtaFly's show lasted for another thirty minutes. He stuck in earbuds to listen to her as he walked outside once more. Zipping up the bright orange windbreaker he had on, he used his phone GPS to guide him to his muse. The voice that haunted him for so many months when he worked for Stark. The voice that soothed him when he was in bed alone. The voice that seduced him when he pleasured himself in that big queen-sized bed he used to own.

Things were different now.

He had a twin bed and a male roommate. He had to share cooking duties with young men when he once ate with billionaire playboys and a Black Princess of Monaco. Erik used to fly on a private jet with Tony Stark anywhere in the world and had access to tech that these students were just trying to learn about and would never get to see on a higher level in a lifetime.

So different.

No more smoking weed and jerking off naked to Buttafly's voice in private trying to imagine what she looked like as he came in his hand with deep guttural moans. Very shortly, he would come face to face with the woman of his dreams.

A woman who helped guide him back to his ultimate purpose in life and she didn't even know it.

Chapter 2 HERE.

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allalonesblog · 3 years ago

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Thank You, Golden Retriever Owner

I just had to write this note to the owner of that perfect golden retriever that lives in my complex. I can’t believe my relief today when you ran to the dog yard gate and held down the entrance to ensure me and my mutt didn’t enter, your dog being on the other side of the yard. I mean, my mutt was just peeing on a tree about seven feet away but better be safe than sorry. Heaven forbid that the two ever play together again. It has been about six months since our dogs met, a 95 degree june day after I waited forty-five minutes for you to exit the dog area I brought my dog in to relieve himself after asking you nicely. I didn’t understand! Your dog is allowed to play with other dogs, the cocker spaniels and the siberian huskies. Oh well. You wouldn’t even talk to me, even though our dogs were having fun. You won’t let my mutt come within ten feet of your dog. Do you know before COVID he went to doggie day care for five years and his only two incidents were when other dogs BIT HIM? Oh, and by the way, I used to train dogs, a lot of dogs. In fact, I used to own show dogs, some much more expensive and exclusive than your dog. Yeah, I may not dress so nice now, but I used to be an attorney, even graduated Summa Cum Laude in my undergraduate class. But you didn’t want to talk to me about that either. When it was warm, I often saw you walking with your cellphone or your computer not bothering to see where you are going. But hey! Don’t mind us Immune deficient people, you’re right, we just don’t count and our dogs are disgusting. By the way, I know that you’re a new resident to our fair complex. Since I am a fifteen year resident, I am well aware of our nickname. Maybe you should drop it at your next business meeting...

The Slums

#rant #snobs

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sonjaohno · 3 years ago

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Just a quick note to say that I’m okay! I made it in a few hours before the storm hit the city.

When I first emerged from the subway on 110th and Broadway (and then walked one block down, hence 109th ^), the air was heavy with humidity but the streets were dry. My host gave me a tour of Morningside Heights, the neighbourhood where the Columbia University campus is located. This guy has lived in the same building since the sixties (yes) when he was an undergraduate at Columbia.

When it started raining, we headed back and ordered Indian for dinner. The last thing I heard before crashing at 8 pm was sirens going off all around the city—an eerie chorus yowling into the night. (Imagine hundreds of huskies or house cats heavily distorted and completely out of sync.) I put in my ear plugs and fell asleep.

#nyc #hurricane ida #sonja travels

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mnthpprt · 4 years ago

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Chapter 6: Seeing Red

I change into the nightgown that was laid out for me. Though long and modest, the sleeves are sheer enough for my tattoos to be clearly visible. The one on my collarbone, previously hidden by a turtleneck, is now peaking above the neckline. There’s another thing I did not think about. I thoughtfully bite my lip as I examine them in the mirror. I can even make out the small details through the fabric.

After giving some thought to how on Earth I could cover them up if I ever went into town, I decide to put my hair up like I usually do before bed to avoid it from tangling. I rummage through the vanity until I find a dense brush. Running it through my hair, which I then collect into a long braid, offers some sense of normalcy in all this chaos.

I feel much better now, I think. Calmer. Now that I have stopped freaking out, I can finally deal with whatever is thrown at me. I take a deep breath as I stare at myself in the ornate mirror. It’s only a month, I tell myself. You have traveled for longer than that. When the door opens again, will I reappear in the Louvre at the same point in time that I left? Or will a month have passed in the present, too?

I think back to my job. The internship at the Pompidou. The finished thesis I am meant to send to my advisor in two weeks. 126 years and two weeks. My dear friend Mila, who so graciously lent me her apartment in Montparnasse while she was away, and who I was supposed to meet tomorrow at the airport. What will she do if I am not there?

Shaking my head, I force myself to think of something else. No point worrying about a problem with no solution. Instead, I pull out my thesis notes from the backpack and re-read them, over and over again. My scrambled brain can’t focus. How am I supposed to research things that have not been discovered yet? I put them away and turn my attention back to my phone, to the mind numbing games that help me pass the time whenever I am stuck in an airplane with no wifi.

After about an hour of boredom, pacing the room, and snapping some pictures of the now new old city outside my window, I give up on trying. Pulling my sweater over my head, I blindly slip my bare feet into the pair of chunky sneakers on the floor. I need a glass of water. I need something, anything, to get rid of this restlessness.

As I make my way to the kitchen - which I remember being pointed out to me near the dining room - I catch a glimpse of my shadow on the wallpaper. The mismatched garments from different centuries cut an odd silhouette against the lamplight. I sigh with relief when I manage to reach my destination without getting lost in this maze of a mansion.

“Hey,” I lazily greet Sebastian, who I find scrubbing a large pot over the sink. I smile at the perfect excuse to keep me from spiralling. “Wow, you’re working late. Need a hand?”

“Thanks.” He returns the smile. “The banquet has me quite busy, so your help is appreciated. Could you please take that to sir Isaac for me?” He points with a soapy hand at a silver tray on the table, only holding a small sandwich and a bottle of... something.

“That’s not wine.” It comes across as a statement rather than a question. The liquid in the bottle is dark red, but much too thick and opaque to be any drink I know. As Sebastian gives me directions to Isaac’s bedroom, I lift the cap and smell the content. “Ugh, is this blood?!” I exclaim, taken aback by the metallic odor. Instead of answering, Sebastian turns to give me a surprised look.

“Did le Comte not explain?” Explain what? Before I can ask, his expression becomes stern. “Never mind. Just deliver it quickly, please. It’s urgent.”

“Okay...” I carry the tray through the hallway, afraid to ask more questions, or rather, afraid of the butler’s temper. He clearly runs this place like clockwork, and my arrival has thrown off his schedule enough for him to be washing dishes at this ungodly hour.

I knock on the door with one hand as I balance the tray on the other. Inside, I can hear someone get up and practically run to the door.

“Gods, finally! Oh... it’s you...” Isaac’s face changes when he looks down at me, breathing with difficulty.

“Sebastian sent me,” I explain, showing him the tray. Quick as lightning, he snatches the bottle and, to my horror, gulps down the dark liquid inside it. “What the-?” Before the disgust reaches my face, I am pulled by the neck of my sweater and into the room. I scream as the tray falls to the ground, and I feel the broken glass of the bottle becoming embedded under my shoes.

“I... need... more...” Isaac pants. Despite his troubled breathing and slim frame, his strength is too much for me to fight. “It’s not... enough...” Pinned against the wall, I scream for help as Isaac fumbles with my turtleneck, struggling to pull the collar down. Is he going to kill me? What is happening?

Just as I close my eyes, bracing for the worst, two people barge into the room. I hear a raspy voice tell Isaac to stop, and to my surprise, he does. I only open my eyes when he is no longer touching me, only to see Sebastian and a man I have not met before. Must be another resident. I remain trembling, my back glued to the wall, and find myself hyperventilating along with Isaac, who is now wide eyed and has tears on his cheeks. He falls to his knees and begins to frantically apologize in between sobs. This is the first time he looks at me, and it is in horror at his own actions.

The next few minutes are a blur. Sebastian rushes out of the room and reappears with another bottle of blood. I think it’s blood. While he feeds it to a crying Isaac, along with the sandwich from the floor, the other man abandons his side and comes to my help.

“Are you alright, cara mia?” I automatically nod and let him put his arm around my shoulders as he ushers me out of the room. His firm hold is the only thing that stops me from collapsing, but my legs miraculously move along with him. I suddenly realize I haven’t blinked since I opened my eyes after Isaac attacked me. They sting. I force myself to blink repeatedly to get rid of the feeling, but every time I do, all I see is Isaac’s mouth near my face, blood dripping from his chin. I also see fangs. He had fangs. For fuck’s sake, he had fangs.

We finally make it back to the kitchen, where he pulls out a chair and gently makes me sit on it. I look up at him.

“¿Qué ha pasado? (What happened?)” My voice is barely a whisper. “¿Por qué...? (Why...?)” I stop myself when I hear the words out loud. In my state of shock, I have inadvertently resorted to my native Spanish. I open my mouth to try again, but nothing comes out, and I furrow my eyebrows. The man before places a warm cup between my hands, and I sip the herbal tea in it without questioning.

“Shhh, cara mia, it’s alright,” he comforts me, sitting on a stool directly facing me. “Io capisco.” ‘I understand.’ I nod slowly at the familiarity of the words, and take another sip. This must be Leonardo da Vinci. His husky voice is definitely the one I heard telling off Isaac. This man saved me.

“Gracias,” I breathe out. “Grazie mille.” The corners of my mouth twitch at having regained my ability to think. I try again, this time in English. “Thank you. Oh, thank god!” I am so glad I am not stuttering uncontrollably. I can speak again!

Leonardo - I assume this is who he is - pulls out a cigarillo and looks at me quizzically.

“No need to thank me so much, cara mia. Prego.” He chuckles, putting the cigarillo between his lips.

“May I have one of those?” I ask shyly. He hands me the box for me to grab one, and then proceeds to light both with a match. I welcome the smoke into my lungs, the familiar burning in my throat a relief as my breathing slows down to normal. I exhale the first puff and tilt my head to look at him. “That’s not what- I mean, yeah, but I was just testing if I could speak English again. Thanks again. For the smoke, this time. Leonardo, no?”

He smiles and lets out another low chuckle.

“Sì. You know Italian?” I think he is trying to distract me from the incident. I let him.

“Io capisco,” I shrug, badly imitating his deep voice. He opens his mouth, mockingly offended, and I giggle. I like the way he treats me like a normal person. It’s easy to forget who I’m talking to, where I am right now, and I lean into that as much as I can. “Sto scherzando (I’m joking). Parlo anche un po ' (I also speak a little).”

“Not bad.” He raises his eyebrows, looking impressed. Truth be told, it’s similar enough to Spanish for me to be able to communicate easily without being fluent. I learned that the hard way during my undergraduate exchange program. Leonardo becomes serious once again, and leans closer to me, resting a big hand on my arm. “I take it you are feeling better?” I nod and give him a half smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes.

“What happened back there? Why did he try to...” I trail off when I realize I don’t know what to say. Eat me? Suck me dry? The idea of Isaac being a vampire sounds so mind bogglingly stupid, and yet I struggle to think of another explanation. “What was he trying to do to me, Leonardo?”

He remains quiet, and I see his eyes focus somewhere behind me. I follow his gaze only to see le Comte at the door. How long has he been there?

“Perhaps he can explain it better.” Leonardo squeezes my arm affectionately before getting up. He smiles at me one last time and disappears down the hallway, with le Comte now taking his place on the stool.

“I am terribly sorry, my chérie. How are you feeling?”

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grogunotfound · 4 years ago

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Econ 101

PART THREE OF THE DILEMMA SERIES

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A/N: enjoy!!

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You laughed hysterically at the terrible joke Steve just told you. He had his awkwardness, but his kind, charming aspects made up for it.

"I told you! I'm not a comedian." Steve joined in your laughter before settling in his seat.

"Clearly... So, Steve, why are you in my art history class? I thought it was mainly for undergraduates." You questioned him before taking a sip of the hot chocolate he bought you. He claimed it was his way of saying thanks for saving him a seat in class.

He took a sip of the tea he bought for himself before answering, "Well, it's kind of a funny story. But, basically, I am really into art. I enjoy all the different styles of art and artists and how they varied by country and time period... So, I had enough free time in my schedule. Why not take an art history class?"

"Oh, wow, that's great!" You checked your watch. "Oh, no. I should probably start heading out. My next class starts in a couple of minutes."

"Oh, which class?" Steve asked.

"Economics 101 with Professor Lamina," you told him and began packing your stuff.

"Lamina in Schoening Hall? I love him! I wanted to be a TA for his class, but the position was already filled. I can walk you if you'd like." Steve smiled.

"I would love that," you smiled back. With that, the two of you began to walk across campus to your next lecture hall.

⁂⁂⁂

"Well, thanks for the walk and the hot chocolate. See you next class?" You nervously clutched the art history textbooks in your hands.

"For sure. Save me a seat again next time?" Steve gave a hearty chuckle before saluting you and walking away.

You laughed along before walking into the auditorium. It was slightly packed with students already, considering the class started in 10 or so minutes. You observed the room for any empty seats and found one towards the front.

There was another person nearby, but he was sitting in a chair close to the professor's desk. You assumed it was Professor Lamina. This man was wearing a long coat with a floral scarf wrapped around his neck, along with tattered, brown, leather Gucci loafers. He had sunglasses on, so you couldn't really tell what he looked like. But, he had brown hair and a stern facial expression.

You didn't realize how long you were staring at him until he seemed to sense your gaze and look up at you. He took off his sunglasses, revealing his piercing blue eyes. You let out a little gasp, quickly ducking your head as you made your way to the front row.

You sunk into your seat and waited for him to start class. You heard him scoff before returning to the book at hand. He seemed very familiar, but you couldn't quite place where you've seen him before.

A couple of minutes passed. Students were continuing to chatter and fill up the rest of the lecture hall. Class was going to start soon, so you took out the materials you needed.

"Okay," a booming voice entered the room. You looked up to see the man from earlier standing up. He began to take off his long coat, underneath was a white cable-knit sweater. From faraway, you couldn't tell but his sweater had a couple of holes around the neck. "I'm not Professor Lamina. The name's Ransom Drysdale. I'm the teacher's assistant for this class."

His eyes observed everyone in the room as it fell silent. There was a collective tension when people began to realize who Ransom was.

"Isn't that Harlan Thrombey's grandson?" Someone whispered to their friend beside you.

So that's where I recognized him from... Before you could ponder on Ransom's presence, the actual Professor Lamina walked into the room.

"Ah, I see Ransom has already introduced himself. Hello, everyone. I'm Professor Lamina and welcome to Economics 101! Let's get started with the lesson plans for today. Ransom, could you pass these papers out?" Professor Lamina was a tall, dark-skinned male. He had gorgeous hair and was dressed in a rather casual outfit for a professor. He seemed chill.

Ransom began making his way around the room, handing out stacks of paper at a time to each row. You were sitting at the edge of the first row, so when he got to your side of the room, you grew nervous.

You smiled at him as he counted how many papers to give to you. You looked up hesitantly to meet his eyes, which with he was staring intently at you.

He smirked when you looked away, feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

He's even more good-looking up close... You thought to yourself.

"Here you go, Y/N." His husky voice was like music to your ears. He set the stack of papers in front of you and walked away to go back to his seat.

You thanked him almost inaudibly and passed the papers to the person next to you. You looked up to catch another glimpse of a Ransom and noticed that he was looking too.

You gulped and quickly engaged yourself in the paper Professor Lamina was discussing.

⁂⁂⁂

Your last class was finally over and you could rest for the day. You began packing up yourself and headed for the door. You found yourself stuck in a crowd of people, all trying to leave through a tiny door.

"Excuse me," a familiar voice said from behind you. That same voice belonged to Ransom. He placed his hand gently on your lower back to move past you.

You froze in your spot, prompting other students to lightly jab you forward. You shook what just happened out of your head. Ransom Drysdale was quite the celebrity around here, and you could see why. He was charming, mysterious, and quite handsome.

But, something made you feel uneasy about him. You couldn't exactly pin down what it was, yet the way he would look at you was odd...

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itslunaberrales · 5 years ago

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⌠ benedetta gargari, 21, cisfemale, she/her ⌡

welcome back to gallagher academy, luna berralés! according to their records, they’re a second year, specializing in advanced encryption, knife fighting skills, + linguistics, culture, & assimilation; and they did not go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (deep burgundy lipstick, vintage leather jacket, and a classic pair of doc martens ). when it’s the (virgo)’s birthday on 09/07/1998, they always request their spaghetti & meatballs from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kiy, 20, she/her, cst ⍀

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Here’s some general info about Luna, then some necessarily long details later :) ~ death mention (tw)

- GENERAL

FACE CLAIM: Benedetta Gargari

FULL NAME: Luna Milanie Berralés

DATE OF BIRTH: September 7th, 1998

AGE: 21

NATIONALITY: Italian

ETHNICITY: European, Latina

ORIENTATION: Bisexual

HEIGHT: 5'9"

WEIGHT: 150 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Dark brown

EYE COLOR: Blue

LANGUAGES(S): Italian, Spanish, French, German, & English

IQ: 135

- BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Palermo, Italy

FINANCIAL STATUS: Middle class

EDUCATION: Undergraduate

DEGREE(S): Advanced Encryption, Knife Fighting Skills, and Linguistics, Culture, & Assimilation

FATHER: Miguel Berrales

MOTHER: Francesca Alina Tucci

SIBLING(S): Anthony Berrales

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None

CHILDREN: None

- DETAILS

Luna’s dad, Miguel from Spain served as a spy since he was 18. He took on several missions across Europe and was one of the top undercover spies in his class, considering his unique combat/martial art skills, weapons training, and encryption knowledge.

He met Francesca in Venice in the middle of a six month undercover mission. They fell hard in love, though she was definitely a distraction considering he had to remain undercover. After the mission was completed, he had no choice but to leave her and return to HQ.

Fast-forward to about four years later, Miguel retires from being a spy super early to return to Venice. He gets decent benefits though..

He courts Fran and they marry within the next year; she becomes pregnant with twins AKA Luna and her fraternal twin brother Anthony. whoohoo!

Despite the fact that Luna and her brother being twins under the same household, their childhoods are fairly opposite. Luna’s interest in her father’s secretive past grows, and her brother’s interests grows into to things not-so spy-like, like art design and painting.

At about 8, Luna develops her love for tech and software development, and by 12 years old, it’s a hobby she like to do in her free time. :)

By 16 years old, Luna constantly spends her free time learning about and developing software, system updates, and encryption. She becomes so good at it that it even starts to take up more than her free time honestly. By now, it’s no longer a hobby. Luna continues to learn more about her dad’s past spy life, although her mom completely disapproves of any involvement or knowledge of the spy life.

She doesn’t attend spy high school, because not only is she self-taught, but she has already learned so much from her dad as far as advanced encryption, hand-to-hand combat, and beginner knife skills. Luna feels like she’s a natural at learning this kind of stuff; especially encryption.

Luna only feels that it is right that she becomes a spy. Her father agrees and feels that she will excel, but her mother doesn’t want her daughter anywhere the dangers she fears is involved with being a spy. However with Luna being 19, she has no choice but to respect her wishes and supports her. Her brother Anthony also supports Luna’s endeavors.

- OTHER FACTS

To simply describe her- hard boiled egg.

MASSIVE BDE & BI VIBES.

She’s very reclusive at first, and is definitely not the type to open up to people. She comes off as a sarcastic asshole, which she totally is…but is actually really soft once you get to know her.

She puts on this hard exterior, but deep down she’s actually very kind-hearted. She’s both realistic and logical, but still has a vulnerable side she would share with certain people.

SHE PREFERS TO BE CALLED A HACKER

Luna legit enjoys being alone, but she won’t push you away if you want to talk to her.

Even though she’s extremely introverted, she’s also very expressive when she needs to be.

Oddly enough, people have told her that she’s a very good listener. She’s easy to talk to and people seem to open up to her naturally. (She doesn’t know why though.)

She’s actually somewhat nearsighted, so she has two pairs of these really cute black, bold frame glasses. She doesn’t wear them all the time though.

Her favorite colors are black, burgundy, and navy blue.

Has a tiny tattoo on her left rib cage that says, “Live, Love, Learn” in Italian.

She actually went into a dark place for a while after her grandmother died of a heart attack a year ago. She was very close to her, and spent most of her childhood with her before she got serious about coding. That was THE loneliest she has ever felt, ever. She got into alcohol really bad to cope with losing her grandmother, and almost decided not to go to the Academy. Months later her family helped her come out of that dark place.

SOFT, 80′s/90′s GRUNGE IS HER AESTHETIC

Luna and Anthony are actually really close. They probably have the strongest sibling bond ever; I mean they are twins.~

She doesn’t have any friends (she coins Anthony as her best friend), but does have a dog back home who is her everything- he’s a Siberian husky named Benzi. :)

When she’s not with her family, her dog, or working on encryption, she enjoys riding her motorcycles, gaming, casually drinking, and vibing to music.

Her theme song is “Sweater Weather” by The Neighborhood.

Honestly probably the most chill person you know- the “come over so we can drink, binge shows, talk about the world, and vibe to music” type of friend~

Holds her hometown in Palermo really close to her heart.

She’s never actually been in a romantic relationship. Though she fantasizes about the idea of it and definitely craves some sort of affection, she’s lowkey scared of opening up and being deeply involved with someone..

for ....reasons ?

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Friends , or a best friend

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#gallagher:intro #gallagher:start #this is so freaking long but i hope its good #IM SO PROUD OF THIS BABY #hmu if you wanna plot #original rp #university rp #Luna #death ment in tags #death ment tw

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Supplying the front lines in the fight against COVID-19

Alex Annan’s first job out of college has not only been the perfect fit for the Bloomsburg University supply chain management graduate, it’s positioned him to be among the key players in the country’s response to the COVID-19 pandemic.

And that’s exactly where he wants to be.

“Cardinal Health’s commitment to fulfilling the needs of patients and doctors across the world was very rewarding to me,” says Annan ′19, ′20M, who started at Cardinal Health as a supply chain specialist in July while finishing his Master of Business Administration (M.B.A.) degree requirements. “I believed starting my career at an organization that was known for their supply chain capabilities would help me become a more well-rounded professional.”

Cardinal Health, Inc. is regarded as a leader in providing health care solutions, services and products to pharmacies, hospitals, and clinics across the country. The multinational company has headquarters in Dublin, Ohio, and Dublin, Ireland.

Annan says he’s part of a large team that’s responsible for ensuring medical devices and prescription drugs stored at the company’s Swedesboro, N.J., Distribution Center are being delivered to pharmacies, hospitals, and clinics at the right place, right time, and in the correct amount.

Since March, according to Annan, Cardinal Health has been on the front lines doing its part fighting against COVID-19 by supplying numerous healthcare facilities in the northeast region with essential supplies like gloves, face masks, surgical gowns, prescription drugs and many other important supplies that help doctors and physicians provide aid to COVID and non-COVID patients.

This process — now being played out in real-time — was a foundation of study for Annan as an undergraduate in the AACSB-accredited Zeigler College of Business.

“The curriculum focused on a broad array of topics in supply chain management that gave me exposure and knowledge I use in my everyday tasks,” Annan says. “Topics like lean six sigma, fundamentals of operations management, and logistics are all things I was taught at Bloom that I now use to do my work. The professors also did a great job in giving my peers and I real-world examples and helping us understand the leadership skills needed to excel in a business environment.”

Adding in his motivation to lead and inspire change, Annan felt it was a fitting next step to pursue an M.B.A. after earning his bachelor’s degree.

“I believe by educating myself and enhancing my leadership, communication, and decision-making skills, I’ll be fully equipped to be able to lead a group of people to make changes in the world through business,” says Annan, who also played four years on the Huskies football team as a linebacker, three as a PSAC Scholar Athlete. “Currently, I’m using all the skills and knowledge I gained from BU to be able to be a part of an organization that’s helping to fight a global pandemic that’s affected our way of life.”

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A baby faced David Jackson, credited (rather hilariously) as "Husky Undergraduate", gets to quaff drinks and poke fun at Simon Templar in The Saint: The Saint Steps In (3.6, ITC, 1964)

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My progress thus far

I don’t like to mention my “progress” because I don’t want others to feel bad about themselves, nor do I want to come off conceded. Anyways, I was talking to a coworker who mentioned he wanted to lose weight for health reasons and that’s exactly why I started my journey.

Sophomore year of college (five years ago, what?!) I weighed 150 pounds. To some, that’s nothing and maybe even a normal weight. To me, it was the heaviest I had ever been. I remember going to my first physical and being told I have high blood pressure. My mom mentioned how I was too young to be going through that and of course, how diabetes runs in my family. When my older sister mentioned I wore larger sizes than her, that’s when I knew I had to change because she would always hand down her clothes to me, not the other way around.

I started making slow changes. I cut out soft drinks completely (unless I was mixing it with alcohol on a night out), I cut out fast food, and started doing slow exercises like walking 30 minutes a day. There were always times I felt discouraged, especially when I wasn’t seeing progress right away. But the more I powered through, the more my health improved and the more weight I lost.

Within two years, I lost 15 pounds. Not much, but enough for me. I started seeing my now boyfriend and that’s when the weight really started to shed. I know this sounds silly, but because my boyfriend was very fit (and even to this day!), I couldn’t imagine him standing next to a girl twice his size! He says he found me attractive back then, but I think he was just being nice.

Anyways, the factors that truly impacted my weight loss was 1) moving to a new state and never lived on my own, 2) starting and finishing my master’s degree and 3) adopted Ghost, my Husky, who keeps me active every day. I’m not saying you have to move, go back to school, or adopt a puppy, but they were POSITIVE changes. The factors that contributed to my weight gain was 1) being stressed from earning my undergraduate degree, 2) surrounding myself with negative people and 3) not having a very active lifestyle.

I’ve been in Colorado now for three years and have maintained my weight at about 116 pounds! Here are my before and current pictures:

Before: you could definitely tell around my face that I’ve gained weight. My arms are almost twice its size (now), and all my fat was in my lower belly region which is the HARDEST place to get rid of!!

Now: I have been a pescatarian going on two years (red meat does not sit well in my stomach). I do not go out and drink as much as I used to (I’m a one and done kind of girl) and I only eat fast food (Panera, Noodles & Co, etc. if I absolutely do not have any food in my house/ on very rare occasions- like once every other month). Obviously think I need work, but I’m a self critic. I run two miles a day (at a 7 min 30 second pace!), add more cardio switching between stairs, cycling, or elliptical; and every other day I’ll switch to focus on abs, glutes, and arms.

*For anyone who feels discouraged, just keep pushing and I promise the progress will keep you motivated!! Also, remember to be kind to yourself!! PS: no haters please!! It took a lot of courage for me to share this and if you have a hate, I’m just going to block you✌🏻

#fitblr #fitness #weightloss #motivation #fitspiration #workout #go me

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Under the Stars CH2 (Jonerys FanFic)

Story Title: Under the Stars

Summary: Modern AU, a camping trip in Colorado ends up being more than originally planned. Story will have 4 Chapters.

Chapter 2: Setting Up Camp ~ Day Two

Find Chapter 1 (Here) or read on Ao3 (Here)

Rating: Mature

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Chapter title: Setting Up Camp ~ Day Two

*Jon POV*

Looking in the rearview mirror, I smirk at my large dog that's sitting in the backseat. My husky, Ghost, in my car for the drive to Rocky Mountain National Park so I wouldn't be alone.

Ghost is a white husky and very well-trained. The drive isn't that far, but man, it has been slow. Driving into the mountains on a holiday weekend may be the equivalent of hell on earth.

As we get closer to the entrance of the park, we make sure to get our vehicles in a line with Sam and Gilly at the front. He has all of our reservation information for the Aspenglen campgrounds. Our campground's entrance has decent amenities, such as bathrooms and even showers.

RMNP has everything from campgrounds deep in the mountains you can only hike to, having to make do with what you can carry, versus the drive-RV campgrounds that offer electricity plugins. We are going middle of the road with drive-in camping, which is my personal favorite. If I was hiking and carrying my gear, there is no way I'd have my six-person tent. I have done hike-in a couple of times and didn't enjoy it. I prefer to car camp and then go on hikes during the day. I'm really looking forward to the hikes we planned for tomorrow and the next day.

The lot Sam reserved is huge. I drive straight to the furthest tent pad, my home for the next three nights. Our tent pads are spread out far enough for at least some privacy. Of course if someone is screaming at the top of their lungs during sex, we would all know what was going on in an instant.

I get to work setting up my large tent. Ghost's such a friendly dog, he quickly visits the different tent pads for our group and then does a few rounds as he checks on all of us while we set up our gear. I unload all of the gear that I plan to keep in the tent. I have a huge cooler so I can store some drinks and snacks, and making sure it stays closed as not to risk attracting bears. Even food that is trash can't be left out.

My car is now back at the spots by our large fire pit.

"Guys, I'm off to check on Dickon and his buddies," Sam calls. "They have a site down the way. Anyone want to come with?"

Dickon is Sam's younger brother, a group of his high school friends are also up here this weekend for their own camping trip. Sam helped them reserve their spots too.

"I'm in," I smile as everyone nods, we're all going. I want to take a look around before it gets dark.

"Maybe we will come across a group of single ladies, and we can pick one out for Jon!" Jamie teases. Brienne slaps him on the arm and tells him to stop.

"What? I'm serious. A gaggle of women, they may need Jon’s help setting up their tent, starting their fire...heating up their hotdogs," Jamie finally starts snickering. Brienne just shakes her head laughing at her boyfriend.

"Shut it, Jamie! I'm not here looking for a girl, I'm just here to enjoy camping," I roll my eyes at him. He is such an ass, but even I'll admit he's pretty funny. Besides, I am not really that smooth with the ladies as my friends like to believe. Tyrion and Jamie are constantly teasing me about how girls pursue me, I just don’t see it. I’m a pretty simple guy and most of the time I have no idea what I am doing when it comes to girls.

It's a good walk, as we stop to chat with different groups of people we meet. The nice thing about camping, most people are really friendly and helpful. I meet one really friendly girl that isn't hiding her interest in me.

Her name is Melisandre, and she pouts when I turn down her offer to go for a walk after dinner. I have to peel her hands off me to say goodbye. Jamie and Tyrion just shake their heads while saying nothing.

I make sure to keep Ghost on leash while we are walking on the main path because there are lots of dogs here this weekend. We hit the bathrooms at the entrance. Not a short walk by any means, but worth it for a toilet and shower when needed. Dickon and his best friend wanted to walk with us to kill some time before dinner. The fourth falls on Tuesday this year, our gang decided three nights was enough, we drive out Wednesday morning. We are hiking Bear Lake to Bierstadt Lake tomorrow, then the Ouzel Falls on Tuesday.

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We're planning a feast for dinner and will build our fire then. The girls suggest a drinking game of "Never Have I Ever" to kill the time. I hate that game, but I cringe at how excited the girls are so I just agree. The questions can get so personal, and I don't like to share embarrassing details of my life with others. This game is basically my worst nightmare. We set up our camping chairs around the pit even though it isn't lit yet.

"Ok! We all know the rules," Sam declares. "No excuses to not answer. We are all friends here. When it's your turn, you make a statement about something you've never done before, in hopes that others have. They have to take a drink and you don't. But if you come up with one that no one has done – then you have to take the shot." Sam gets the bottle of vodka and small plastic cups out for the game.

We all agree that we don't want to get drunk right now, so as soon as someone hits three shots - or they bow out sooner, of course - they are one of the losers. The first two that lose will handle dinner and clean up tonight.

Jamie insists on going first. He absolutely loves this game because he's such an open book.

"Never have I ever...been paid for sex!" Jamie shouts, lifting up his shot glass.

Gilly and Brienne roll their eyes, thinking it was a stupid ask. Tyrion has a good chuckle as he doesn't have to drink as well. Although his eyes almost pop out of her head when his new girlfriend takes her shot. I avert my eyes from the sudden tension between Tyrion and Shae, already hating this awful game.

We go a few more rounds, and thankfully we are keeping it civil. The game is almost over since we agreed to stop when we had two losers. Shae lost first, and now Brienne and Tyrion are each one shot away from losing.

It's Jamie's turn, and his girlfriend and brother each give him a look. He'd know which question to ask in order to make one lose and the other stay safe.

"Remember where you are sleeping tonight, dear." Brienne jokes.

"Please, as if you're gonna be able to resist me," he teases back, her cheeks flushing as she can't keep the huge grin off her face.

"I'm going to be fair to my woman and my brother," Jamie says. "I'm asking a question I honestly don't know the answer to for any of you."

I think Jamie is a smart man for deciding to play it safe. Tyrion knows how to screw with him when he is annoyed, and I have a feeling Brienne would not have taken kindly to his take down in the game.

"Never Have I Ever had real romantic feelings for someone who was my teacher or my student!" Jamie asks.

I can feel the flame in my cheeks as Sam raises his eyebrows, challenging me to be honest.

Damn it.

I down my shot.

Gilly and Brienne squeal and demand details when they see I had a drink, but I tell them hell no. Then Sam throws me under the bus.

"Girls, Jon doesn't want to talk about it because he is still in love with this girl," Sam says matter-of-factly.

I'm going to kill him, literally. I fling my empty cup at him as he laughs and shrugs. I can see just the one shot he's had has loosened him up.

Brienne happily took her losing shot, meaning she and Shae will be in charge of tonight's dinner. The game now forgotten, all attention falls on me.

"Jon, we love you and we need to know everything. Everything," Gilly demands. She looks offended that Sam knew about it before she did and he didn't tell her.

After a couple of minutes of their badgering I swear them to secrecy, which they all agree.

"Last year there was a student in a couple of the classes I taught," I start. "Obviously I was with Ygritte, and this girl had a boyfriend, so absolutely nothing ever happened."

"This story is boring as hell," Jamie interrupts.

Gilly hisses at him to shut up and let me finish. She knows me well, she can tell this girl means a lot to me. She nods for me to continue.

"Well, she's beautiful, but...I just...I can't explain it," I shrug my shoulders. "It's so much more than her looks that pull me in. I had so many pretty girls in class, and some chased me relentlessly but not her, she wasn't at all interested," I laugh at myself, "She is just the most amazing girl in every way, and I'm crazy about her. There was something about Dany that made me—"

"What?" Jamie and Brienne yell at the same time, while sharing a look between them.

"Dany isn't a common name for a girl. Do you mean Dany Targaryen?" Brienne asks excitedly.

Holy shit...of course out of twenty-five thousand undergraduate students, Jamie and Brienne would know Dany.

I groan, rubbing my temples to relieve the sudden throbbing between my ears.

"If it's the same girl, we love Dany," Brienne smiles at me. "She is super nice, funny and really pretty. She has a good heart too. I've known her since freshman year when she and I were on the same dorm floor."

"Yeah...Dany Targaryen," I give in with a nod.

"I've known her asshole boyfriend since my freshman year, and that guy is a nasty piece of work," Jamie interjects. "I'd even say he has a real issue with drinking - always losing control. I heard Dany started dating Drogo a few months back, but she definitely settled." It's obvious Jamie has strong feelings about this guy.

Brienne is nodding her head in agreement while frowning.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," I sigh. "I won't even see her anymore. The classes I'm teaching this fall are ones she's taken already. In addition to having a boyfriend, she doesn't even know I exist, aside from being her teaching assistant."

Everyone is quiet, as there's not much more to say.

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I've been hiking for thirty minutes now, and Ghost stays by my side the entire time. I'm holding his leash with no tension as the dog stays close. Looking at my watch, I know I'll need to turn back in another ten minutes at most. I want to make it back before dark.

The festivities should be over by then.

Everyone wanted a "nap" after dinner. Nap was obviously code for wanting to be alone in their tents for romantic time. I don't know what it is about camping and people getting frisky.

When dark our plan is fire pit and s'mores. Nights around the fire pit with friends is my favorite part of camping.

I drop Ghost's leash for a moment while I twist open the lid of my water canteen. Suddenly he's off! Barking and running away, deeper and deeper into the mountains.

Oh shit! I've never seen Ghost do that. I don't even bother to close my water canteen, I drop the canteen and chase him. Logically he should be fine, but I don't want to risk Ghost getting hurt or running into any wildlife.

I finally catch up to him and see that he’s barking happily and licking the hands of a young woman that has her back to me. At first glance, I see it's a hiker because of her backpack gear and outfit. Suddenly Ghost runs a circle around the hiker, and I see the dog's leash gets caught in her feet. I sprint over and reach my hands out to help steady her as she topples over. I manage to catch her before she hits the ground. She gasps in fright because I didn't announce myself.

I'm suddenly staring into the most intense, beautiful violet eyes. My heart beats a mile a minute.

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"Dany?" I gasp.

"Jon?" she exclaims, a look of relief crossing her face. "Jon Snow! When I felt a man's hands on me, I thought for sure I was going to end up being fodder for a future Criminal Minds episode," Dany gasps and laughs at the same time.

Her relief and delight is contagious as I nod and smile at her. We both look over at Ghost, who is now just standing there watching us.

When I look back at Dany this time, I notice old tear streaks down her cheeks. Her face has some dust making it easy to see. She is smiling now, but it dawns on me that she is alone in the middle of the Rocky Mountain National Forest and it's going to be dark in less than thirty minutes. What the hell is going on?

"Dany, are you okay?" I hold my breath, waiting for her response.

She bites her lower lip while lowering her eyes, obviously still upset. Finally she answers.

"I'm okay. It's just been a shitty couple of days. But things are getting better," she ends with a smile.

I nod, although I'm certain she is holding something back.

"Are you set up in the Aspenglen campgrounds? It's getting dark soon, let me walk you back," I offer. Something doesn't feel right, but I also know I can't force someone to confide in me. "I'm also a good listener if you want to talk about it."

Dany stands in front of me, her hand now absentmindedly patting the top of Ghost's head in a soothing way.

Our eyes meet.

"Ok, here goes - the thirty second version. Actually, I'll probably need a full minute," she says. She shakes her head and releasing air from her chest.

I smile at her and wait.

"I was hike-in camping with my boyfriend and his friends, a few hours walk to the west." Dany waves her hand in the direction. "I shouldn't have come. My now ex-boyfriend, his name is Drogo, we've been having problems for a while. I just thought I would try one more time."

Dany frowns and shakes her head.

"Last night was the final straw for me. Drogo got wasted and was completely out of control," she confides.

My stomach drops.

"Are you okay? If something happened, we need to get you—" I start.

"Jon, no. That's not where this story is going. I'm okay, I promise. Thank goodness," she falters.

I nod with relief. I was worried for a moment.

"Sorry, I won't interrupt again, go on please," I say.

"He can be such a nasty drunk, and it just seemed to be getting worse and worse," she says. "I knew pretty early yesterday that we were done, but I didn't have my car at the main lot. I just had to stick it out for the camping trip and get home. But there was no way in hell I was going to fool around with him. Well that didn't go over so well," Dany rolls her eyes.

"He just kept drinking, so I decided I was better off sleeping by the campfire than his tent," she continues. "He broke up with me last night, which was a relief. I knew I had to leave. I was not going to survive another three nights there. His entire group of friends are so twisted. I had my own gear I hiked in with, so I just packed it up, left a note reiterating we were done and I was out. I left at first light this morning."

Dany and I stare at each other, I'm not sure if she's done until she raises her eyebrows at me. She can probably tell I'm busting at the seams with questions.

"Wow, that's awful. First, I'm glad you're okay. But what was your plan for tonight?" I ask curiously. I had no idea Dany was so resourceful and brave.

"Hiking in this direction got me close to the large campsites, which meant another night under the stars, but I'll have people close enough." Dany shrugs. "I've done a lot of hiking and orienteering over the years."

"Come on, let's start walking back," I nod, remembering it's going to be dark soon. "I actually have a water canteen I dropped when Ghost ran off into the woods."

Dany laughs.

Ghost wags her tail as Dany comes with us. I'm also happy we found Dany.

I know what I need to do.

"Dany, you're staying with my group now, there is no way in hell I'm letting you sleep out in the open with not real camp site, or a tent," I insist. Our elbows rub together as we walk side by side.

"No, Jon, but thank you," Dany grins at me. "I do appreciate the offer."

What the hell?

"Dany..." I'm genuinely confused.

"You're here with your friends. I'm not going to impose. I'm sticking to my original plan," she says stubbornly. She is infuriating.

"Do you even have food or water?" I ask.

She laughs at me, and assures me she packed enough water that she is conserving and she has meal replacement bars to tide her over.

"Jon, I swear I'm an experienced hiker," she says. "I wasn't taking that big of a risk since I know this area pretty well."

"Great, when you're hanging out with me and my friends you can share your expertise with us. I promise it's a great group, everyone in my group studies at CU. They'll welcome you with open arms," I state firmly, hoping she will take me up on the offer. Of course I'm happy to see her, but more than anything, I want her safe.

Dany seems to be thinking it over as we walk towards the campsite.

"Won't your girlfriend have a problem with all this?" she asks, looking straight ahead as we walk.

A small smile touches my lips, I never thought she would've noticed anything about me.

"How'd you know I had a girlfriend?" I ask.

Dany tells me how there were numerous girls from class that were obsessed with me. My having a girlfriend caused them a lot of angst. Dany chuckles over the memory.

I smile back at her, even though I suddenly feel let down. I can tell she's not into me, while I've been pining for her.

"Had?" Dany says quietly as we walk in silence.

"Huh?" I reply, I had gotten lost in my moment of self-pity.

"You said had a girlfriend - as in no more?" Dany clears her throat.

I rub the back of my neck, not really wanting to get into the subject of Ygritte.

"I'm single now," I confess. "My ex and I broke up before the semester ended, almost two months ago."

Dany is quiet for a moment as I rub my neck nervously. I wish she'd say something.

"You were back on the market while classes were still in session?" she teased. "Why didn't you let your adoring fans know? I can think of at least three girls in class that would have partaken in cage-fight to win a date with you."

I roll my eyes, knowing that Dany is exaggerating. I am not the guy that women lust after. I would've been flattered, if Dany wasn't hysterically laughing over the thought. She suddenly gets serious.

"Sorry, that was rude," she says. "Are you...um...how are you doing with the breakup?"

With a huge smile I assure her I'm better than okay. We were never a good match. Dany nods with understanding.

As I am racking my brain thinking of a way to get Dany to join our group, Ghost runs around us and then begins licking Dany's hands and barking with joy.

"See, even Ghost wants you to stay with us. Just one night at least," I push.

"And you're sure your friends aren't going to mind?" Dany says nervously, biting the inside of her cheek.

Our earlier game of Never Have I Ever flashes through my mind. Everyone now knows I really like Dany, and now she'll be joining us. I quickly push my worries aside because her safety is more important than my embarrassment. I just hope my friends don't humiliate me.

"My friends are great, they would insist you join our group. No isolated camping for you tonight," I argue.

"Why are you hiking alone? No one wanted to go with you?" Dany smiles.

I better warn her now, rolling my eyes I tell her I'm here with three couples who are all deliriously happy. She wrinkles her nose in disgust, which makes me bellow with laughter.

"So they all wanted 'alone time' after dinner," I emphasize the words "alone time", our eyes meet and we both make gagging sounds.

"In that case, it's a good thing Ghost found me—we can hate on the happy couples together," she jokes, her eyes bright.

Things are looking up.

++o++

The campfire is going strong, everyone is talking and joking around when we walk up to the fire.

"Jon, you're back! We were about to send out a search party," Sam jokes before seeing Dany.

She's practically hiding behind me. She seems nervous, maybe she is still worried about overstepping.

"This is Dany, she's one of my former students," I say. "It's a long story, but she's in a bind so I invited her join our group."

My eyes and tone plead with them to play it cool, and I hope Dany doesn't notice.

Mouths drop open at the irony, but everyone keeps it together. No one lets it slip we were just talking about her earlier.

"Oh my God, Dany Targaryen!" Brienne calls as she and Jamie walk over to embrace Dany.

Dany' smile is huge when she sees them.

"First Jon, and now I'm running into you two? It's good to see you!" Dany says brightly, while hugging them back.

Jamie takes the lead on introducing Dany to the rest of our group. Everyone is very warm to her, and they keep looking back at me. Tyrion and Shae are all smiles, discreetly giving me a thumbs up over how cute Dany is. I can feel how red my face is, but I'm hoping the darkness is enough to hide it.

"Ok, so what's this bind Jon vaguely mentioned? And how'd you two hook up? Spill," Jamie insists, while bringing over an extra camping chair so Dany can take a seat. He makes sure to put her chair right next to mine, winking at me.

"And you know I like a good story," Jamie urges, situating himself next to Brienne.

After Dany explained how Ghost found her, she gives them a high-level about the break up with Drogo, his drinking and needing to leave their camp. "Dany, I'm glad you're okay and with us now," Jamie interjects. "You deserve so much better than Drogo. You need a real man, who will treat you right."

"Believe me, Drogo and I are so done. I can't even describe the relief I felt when he dumped me!" she chuckles, while sitting in the chair next to me.

I've been quiet, feeling nervous and excited at the same time. I clear my throat uncertainly.

"I'm trying to convince Dany to just enjoy camping with our group," I say. "I was just about to tell her about the hike we are doing tomorrow."

Dany blushes and smiles at me, I can tell she wants to hang out with us, but maybe she's worried she's invading our camping trip.

Everyone assures her she is welcome, and we have more than enough supplies to share. Brienne demands that she at least do the hike with us tomorrow morning. Finally Dany agrees to stay, at least for tomorrow morning's Bear Lake hike.

"Thanks guys, this is awesome. Being able to sleep under the stars and know you guys are here will be huge for me," she says.

"Sleeping by the fire?" Sam asks incredulously. "Jon has a huge tent, you should sleep with him." Jamie quickly walks away, unable to control his laughter.

Both Dany and I blush. I clear my throat and agree with Sam.

"I was going to offer, but I wasn't sure how to word it without freaking you out," I stammer nervously while wringing my hands. Dany blushes and looks away from me.

"You guys are great, I'm really good right here by the fire. I did it last night, and I can do it again. Besides, it's nice to sleep under the stars," she insists. I hear the finality in her voice.

++o++

We enjoy an evening around the fire, laughing and talking. We reheat some leftovers from dinner over the fire for Dany. The s'mores are delicious and the company is great. I steal glances at Dany when she isn't looking, she is gorgeous. Her brown hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and the way her face lights up when she smiles warms my heart. Her laugh is contagious. I'm actually nervous around her because I'm not really sure what to say. Any romantic relationship I've ever had was me saying yes when pursued. Not that Dany and I are romantic at all, but I do want to get to know her better.

As we start prepping for bed, Dany starts setting up her sleeping bag next to the fire pit that is still burning but slowing down. It's a warm enough night to sleep under the stars. I quietly offer her my tent one more time, telling her I'm happy to sleep by the fire instead. Dany won't even consider it.

Jamie and Brienne share a look, as though agreeing to something.

"We could have the boys stay in Jon's tent and we can have a girl's night in my tent," Brienne offers kindly.

"Yeah, Brienne already got lucky earlier so she should be okay until tomorrow," Jamie deadpans.

"Jamie!" she shrieks, obviously horrified. God, he is brave. Dany and I burst out laughing, unable to control ourselves. Dany takes a step closer and hides her face behind my arm. I can tell she feels bad for laughing at Brienne.

Once everyone is no longer laughing and Jamie has successfully pleaded for his life, Dany smiles and thanks us for the offer.

"I don't want to be a pain, I'm sleeping by the fire, and that's final. You guys have already done so much," Dany smiles. "And now I'm really sleepy so I need to hit the sack. Goodnight, guys." Everyone says goodnight and heads to their tents.

"Jon, wait!" I feel Dany's hand on my forearm, causing warm feelings in my stomach.

Meeting her gaze, I'm rendered speechless when she reaches over and kisses my cheek.

Dany then looks embarrassed.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is thank you. You're an amazing guy, I appreciate you're looking out for me," she says, her hand dropping from my arm as she takes a step back. "Goodnight, Jon," she whispers.

"Goodnight, Dany," I gulp. "If anything happens, I'm in the far tent. Or just wake us all up, of course."

She smiles before turning back to the fire.

I can't stop thinking about her. I wish she was with me in the tent. I hate she is sleeping outside. I'd even be fine with her in my tent and me outside.

I'm exhausted but unable to sleep, tossing and turning for over an hour. When I can't take it anymore, I quietly roll up my sleeping bag and walk to the fire pit. The embers are still burning, which shines some light on Dany. Ghost lies next to her, immediately sitting up when he hears my approach.

"Ghost, good dog," I quietly announce myself. Realizing it’s just me, Ghost lays back down to sleep.

Even my dog is taken with her. Ghost has followed her around all evening. My smart dog has good taste.

Dany looks peaceful while sound asleep, with her beautiful face so serene. How could any guy be so dumb to take her for granted?

I lay my sleeping bag where I can see her, but not too close so it's not creepy. I frown, I feel like someone has pulled my heart out of my chest and slowly started squeezing it. I'm surprised at the strong desire I feel. I really like this girl, so much. Dany is gorgeous, funny, smart and kind.

I don't know who this Drogo guy is, but he sounds like a complete idiot.

++o+ Chapter End +o++

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