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t h e c o l o u r o f a c o n s t e l l a t i o n | elias pettersson

Summary: Life comes at you in moments. Elias and Svea are on solid ground now. Back in Vancouver after an idyllic time in Sweden, they are faced with personal decisions that will affect their future together – both on separate and different paths professionally, though personally their connection is stronger than ever. Many things are up in the air, but one thing that Svea and Elias know for sure is that they will always be together. So how hard could those decisions be?

Word Count: 15k

A/N: This is the final part of “The Space Series” although there will be an epilogue (because this bitch loves an epilogue). It’s a bit more piece-y than I wanted it to be, but at the end of the day I’m still proud of it and I hope you enjoy! We need more Petey love around here!

PART ONE - MADE OF OUTER SPACE // PART TWO - LIPS LIKE THE GALAXY’S EDGE

Svea got the text message from Grace while she was in class. I’m here to pick you up. Don’t ask questions. And don’t check your notifications.

Svea did as she was told, but that didn’t mean that her heart wasn’t beating out of her chest as she left her seminar room and saw Grace’s Porsche at the bottom of the steps of the building. When she approached, Grace reached over and opened the car door. “What’s going on?” she asked, sliding into the passenger’s seat and clutching her messenger bag against her chest.

“The stupid media picked up your stupid boyfriend saying he has a girlfriend on a stupid camera, and now it’s everywhere,” Grace explained in an annoyed voice, signalling to rejoin the road. She was very clearly annoyed, judging by how fast she rejoined the other cars and by the rev of her engine. “You know, for such a quiet guy he’s got a big mouth.”

“And how do they know it’s me?” Svea knew how stupid that question sounded the millisecond after it left her mouth. She and Grace gave each other the exact same knowing look, one that said absolutely everything that needed to be said between the two of them. It began happening as they grew closer, and now, it happened almost all the time. “Never mind. Why can’t I check my notifications?”

“Because God knows what’s going on in your DMs right now,” Grace warned. “Anyways, what do you want to do? Go shopping? Go for a manicure? How about we go for a manicure so you can’t check your phone.”

Svea couldn’t help but laugh. She knew Grace was protective – had been since that night she came over to Elias’s place with Pippa and Svea was making sausage stroganoff – but this was taking it to a whole other level. “Do you think it would be that bad?”

“If it’s anything like what I got from Brock’s fan club, then yeah, it’s pretty awful,” Grace said. “And I’m serious – manicures? You’re going to have to start getting them regularly if you want to be a hot shot lawyer,” she winked. “Or, I don’t know, the speechwriter for Chrystia Freeland or Justin Trudeau. Whatever you choose.”

***

When Svea walked into hers and Elias’s apartment later that day, after she’d been pampered with some Starbucks, a manicure, and a pedicure, and even a cheeky mimosa by Grace, she found Elias lying down on the couch scrolling through his phone. She put down her bag in its usual spot before walking over to him and lying on top of him without warning. After an entire day without him, she wanted to get close to him, to feel every inch of him.

Elias smiled as she nestled into him, ditching his phone and paying complete attention to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. When he kissed her, she sighed into the kiss, knowing that she was home and in her favourite place: the place where she felt the warmest, the most protected, the happiest she ever could feel – in his arms, of course. And as they continued kissing on the couch, not bothering to stop for air – because really, who needed air when you were kissing the love of your life? – Elias shifted their bodies so Svea was on her back, and he was on his side perching himself up with one arm while the other snuck under her button-up shirt. With his hand gliding against her bare skin and his tongue down her throat, Svea moaned slightly. Elias took the opportunity to start unbuttoning her shirt to expose her bra.

“Elias…” she breathed out.

“Shhh…” he kissed along her jawline and down her neck. His hand groped her breast. He pushed the fabric of the cup down and began kissing along the curve of her breast until he reached her nipple, sucking on it gently. Her back arched up to him. “I missed you,” he finally hummed.

“I was gone for eight hours,” she huffed out as she felt his tongue slip along her skin. Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him move towards her other breast. She was gone at least a few hours some days because of classes, so it wasn’t like her absence was out of the ordinary.

“Too long.” He sucked on her other breast. When he heard her moan again, he kissed a trail back up to her lips. Eventually, he grabbed at her wrist – the one wearing the bracelet he got her in Stockholm – and placed a kiss on the inside of it tenderly. She was trembling by the loss of his lips on her skin, but she smiled at the gesture. “Hello pretty girl,” he cooed playfully.

“You’re the worst,” she huffed again, annoyed this time.

“How was your day?”

She couldn’t believe she was sprawled out on their couch with her shirt unbuttoned and her bra pushed down with her breasts exposed and Elias was asking her how her day was. He was playing a game and she knew it. “Besides the fact that I still don’t know what I’m doing with my life? Fine,” she said. “How was your day? I heard microphones are really strong these days.”

Elias closed his eyes and groaned. He buried his head in her chest and shook his head. “I’m sorry. I’m an idiot sometimes. Brock told me that for such a quiet guy I have a big mouth.”

Svea snorted at the reference. For all that Grace and Brock liked to say Svea and Elias were the same person, she and Brock were astoundingly similar as well. “Grace said that too.”

“Well, you know how they are,” he said, resting his chin against her chest, in the space between her breasts.

Svea ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s fine, Elias.”

“Is it though?” he asked, worried. “I don’t want anybody to bother you. Not now, not ever. But especially this year when you have so much to figure out.”

“They’ll just be noise. They’re not a part of my life,” she assured him. “Not like you.”

Elias sighed, moving up and nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck. He inhaled sharply, smelling her scent that he loved so much. She smelled like everything he loved about her – flowers; vanilla; lavender; the saltwater waves of the Baltic Sea crashing again the Swedish shore; the crisp Swedish air during an early morning, though now it was later in the day and they were in downtown Vancouver. She was magic to him, made of the moon and stars, and he wanted to keep her safe and happy as much as possible now that it was out in the open, however unwillingly, due to his big mouth. “I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too,” she said easily. Easily because she knew – it was the only thing she was certain about in life these days. “Can you do me a favour?”

“What’s that?”

“Can you keep using your tongue, Elias?” she asked boldly, a small smirk playing on her face. She was getting more confident with all of this – not just their new situation, but the activities that accompanied their new situation. She felt safe and listened to and respected and catered to whenever she was in bed with Elias, always satisfied. Elias, for his part, was also getting more confident with everything.

“Oh?” he arched his brow at her words. “Keep using my tongue, eh?”

“Eh? Canada’s really getting to you.”

“Mmm,” he mumbled, kissing her chest. “Let’s git er done,” he put on an accent.

Svea burst out laughing, shaking her head and pushing him away like she was disgusted with him as he tried to continue to kiss her. She began wiggling to get out of his grip. “Nooooo no no no no, not after you said that with that accent!” She knew his teammates were responsible for that bit of lingo coupled with the accent, and while it was hilarious, she wasn’t exactly happy with it. She knew Elias would use it constantly now.

“Come ooonnn!” he begged, laughing and grabbing at her body so she wouldn’t wiggle away.

“We lost the moment the second you put on that accent!”

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Svea loved the UBC campus. It was so beautiful, with enough old buildings to make it feel regal but enough new buildings to make it feel modern. And the trees – God, the trees – the campus was full of lush trees, so many and so close to the water. When she was stressed, she could always take a walk down the coast and admire the Pacific Ocean, the mountains in the distance, and the crisp British Columbia air. After being at UBC for going on four years now, she understood why her mother loved it here so much; why it was so hard for her to give up when she moved to Sweden to be with Svea’s dad; why she constantly talked about it growing up, like it was some magical place not fit for the real world. Svea understood now. She thought the same things. She didn’t think she’d ever be lucky enough to experience the things that her mother did growing up in Vancouver, but she did; she got that experience now, in university, with her own love of her life.

Despite all the stress in her life and the looming decisions she had to make, she at least had that: Elias, the love of her life.

As she grabbed her coffee from the barista and made her way to the seminar room, where she’d spend two hours learning about global uprisings, she thought about the decision she’d have to make this year. On the one hand, she could go to law school – another three years of school, articling, and then pass the bar (all hopefully in British Columbia), and then she could join a firm or open her own. She was already prepped and signed up to write the LSAT. On the other hand, she could apply to the Masters of Public Policy and Global Governance program – another year and a half of school, gain her Masters, and then hopefully work in politics, but in the background, like a chief of staff or a senior advisor or even a speechwriter. She had all the prerequisites and knew she could get in.

But which one did she want to do?

Svea settled into her seat beside her friend Devansh, greeting him with pleasant conversation while taking out her laptop, notebook, and textbook, flipping it open to the chapter that she knew the professor would be lecturing about. Her big decision seemed to be the only thing she thought about these days besides Elias. But the more she thought about it, the more stressed she got. And the more stressed she got, the more—

“So, like, you’re dating Elias Pettersson?” her friend Francesca asked as she plopped down into the seat beside her dramatically. Instead of grabbing her notebook and laptop out of her bag like she usually did, she was intently focused on Svea who was sipping on her coffee innocently.

“Wait – Elias Pettersson, like from the Vancouver Canucks?” Devansh perked up once he heard the name being tossed around. “That can’t be…that’s not…no.”

“Wow, Dev,” Svea deadpanned.

“Wait – you are?” his eyebrows raised.

“H-How did you know?” Svea focused back on Francesca, still perky, still not taking out her laptop, still not taking out her notebooks.

“So apparently Petey said something on camera? And this journalist from the Vancouver Sun, like, scoured his Instagram and his tagged photos and found your profile kept popping up tagged in pictures with him, so the two and two were put together, and there’s an article about it on their website today! It came up as a notification on my phone!” Francesca held up her phone as if it was still there. It wasn’t – it was full of Snapchat notifications, but the point still stood. “I mean, they’re right, aren’t they? Svea Nilsson…you are dating Elias Pettersson?”

Svea was mortified. Elias had the common sense to just say he had a girlfriend out loud, not broadcast her name for the microphones to pick up too, but they’d found her profile anyway – by stalking his, essentially. She thought things would die down, especially because her profile had always been private, and though she did get some intense DMs like Grace knew she would, there wasn’t a bombardment and she’d just deleted them all without looking at them. Now that her name was published in a newspaper, she had an entirely new problem on her hands.

She noticed Dev and Francesca were still waiting for an answer. “I…yeah, I’m dating him,” she said meekly, not wanting to say too much.

“How did you even meet him?” Francesca asked. “I mean, no offence, but you don’t exactly come out with us a lot.”

“He’s my childhood best friend,” she said, immediately putting an end to the notion that she’d met him at some bar. “I…I grew up with him. We’ve been best friends since we were three and he essentially followed me to Vancouver because I came here first. He’s the person I live with and—”

“Wait – you live with him?!” Dev was shocked at her revelation. Svea was always pretty secretive of why she never moved into a place near campus after first year, and always eluded questions as to how she was able to afford a pricey apartment in Yaletown. Now he knew. “You live with him and that’s why you live in Yaletown?”

“Yeah. We…” she stopped herself, not wanting to reveal too much. “It’s…I’m dating him, okay?”

“Svea, this is huge,” Francesca’s tone was a mix of serious and excited.

Francesca said it as if Svea didn’t know how much of a big deal it was that she was dating the biggest star on the Vancouver Canucks. Svea knew how much of a big deal it was. Clearly. If people from newspapers were stalking Elias’s profile to see who she was, it was a big deal. It was just that, Elias, as a person, wasn’t a big deal to her. He was her best friend. He wasn’t the star first line centre. “Yeah, I know.”

“Massive,” Dev commented too. “Well I’m happy for you if you’re happy, Svea.”

“Secure that bag, girl,” Francesca quipped.

Before Svea’s jaw dropped, and before her brain could function to say anything to Francesca, their professor walked into the room and greeted the class loudly, thus ending their conversation. He almost immediately started lecturing.

Svea began typing, and Francesca was scrambling to get everything out of her bag.

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“It’s ready, pretty girl,” Elias called from the kitchen as he finished stirring the pasta in its sauce. He looked over at Svea sitting at the dining room table, head in a giant textbook that looked menacing to him. She looked so concentrated and focused on what she was reading, but when she heard his voice, she looked up momentarily. She let out a loud sigh.

Elias remembered back to the summer, back in Sweden, when they went to Emma Gardner’s dinner party and he was intimidated by Soren’s supposed ‘smarts’ and how emotional he got by it all the next morning. When they came back to Vancouver and Svea began her last year of university, he wanted to change things. As much as they resolved the issue right then and there, he knew he needed to do more – and he was willing to do more. He was making a big effort to be in the know – not exactly to understand everything she was studying, but to at least know what it was. Now that he was with Svea, he wasn’t the most important person in his life anymore – it was her. He needed her to know that. He made sure to show it to her every day, through his actions, his words, and his priorities when he was away from hockey.

When he brought the plates over, he wouldn’t set hers down in front of her until she kissed him. The textbook was cleared by then, off to the side where she didn’t have to look at it while she ate with him. When they came back to Vancouver and she began her last year of university, she wanted to change things. She made a promise to herself that she wouldn’t be distracted by school work during meals, especially meals with Elias. She could tell Elias was making a huge effort to know more about her studies, and she wanted to reciprocate. There was no way she wouldn’t put in the same effort he was into the relationship. Now that she was with Elias, she wasn’t the most important person in her life anymore – it was him. She needed him to know that. She made sure to show it to him every day, through her actions, her words, and her priorities when she wasn’t engaging with school.

“Everything okay?” he asked as he settled into his seat across from her after their kiss.

She nodded her head. “Just reading about the Cuban Revolution.”

“Is it interesting?” he asked.

“Interesting enough,” she shrugged. She began digging into her pasta in vodka sauce. Now that Elias had finally mastered the art of cooking some pasta, and didn’t over or undercook it every time, she could enjoy him making dinner at least once or twice a week now. Though the first time he cooked ravioli was an absolute fucking shit show (there was spinach and ricotta floating everywhere in the pot because he left them in too long and they all burst open), he’d gotten the hang of penne, spaghetti, and fettucine. “How was the gym with Brock?”

“Same old,” he answered, eating his pasta. “Grace told him how much you were screaming at the game the other night.”

Svea snorted. She’s almost embarrassed herself by how much she was screaming and swearing. She didn’t know what came over her. “It was pretty bad. I’m surprised she left with me, to be honest. She wasn’t even that loud, and you know how she gets.”

“I can’t believe it took Vancouver to get you to scream at my games,” Elias quipped.

Svea laughed, but the comment panged her a little bit. Growing up in Sweden, she was always at his games, but her head was, as Brigitte so lovingly put it, ‘always in a book instead of in his lap’. It wasn’t that she didn’t care – because she did, she knew how much hockey meant to Elias – it was just that she had different interests. But she was always there; she always supported him. Suddenly, she wondered if that was enough. “Did…did that make you mad?” she asked softly.

“Did what make me mad?”

“Me being quiet at your games growing up. Me having a book in the stands and reading in between periods,” she said. He knew because the girls told him as a means of gossip. “Like, did you hate it?”

“Of course not,” he furrowed his brows. “Why would I hate that?”

“I don’t know…”

“Svea, I hate nothing about you,” Elias said. “Not even the fact that you’ve started to talk in your sleep sometimes.”

“I do not.”

“Yes you do.”

“Then what do I say?”

“Oooooh, Elias, right there.”

She kicked him underneath the table, but he was ready for it, grabbing her foot with his free hand. “You’re an ass,” she sneered.

“So you don’t have wet dreams about me?”

“You wish,” she stuck her tongue out like a child, causing him to smile and laugh.

“For what it’s worth,” he began, trailing his hand up her leg, “I didn’t care about any of that. You reading at games or whatever. You’re your own person, Svea. I don’t care what anybody said. The fact that you were there was enough for me – like, the fact that I could see you in the stands with my family or whatever. When you made it back to Vaxjo after flying in from Vancouver, and you watched me score that game winning goal and then surprised me on the ice – Svea, that was, like, one of the greatest moments of my life. And it wasn’t because I’d just won the championship. It was because you were there for it.”

Svea smiled. Elias knew to say all the right things, but what was better than just saying them was knowing that he meant them, fully and completely. “I love you, Elias.”

“I love you too, Svea. More than anything,”

There was a comfortable silence between them as they ate dinner, Svea’s foot still propped up in Elias’s lap after she’d tried to kick him. “Are you going to be able to come to the game on Saturday?” he asked once they were almost finished.

She nodded. “I’ll finish this reading tonight easily and I’ll be back yelling in no time.”

“Good,” he smiled. “I like it when you’re loud.”

She kicked him again.

***

“Brock reminded me that Grace is setting the date soon for the next Parkinson’s gala,” Elias said later that night, after dinner and after clean up and Svea finished her reading and after they cuddled on the couch and after they watched a few episodes of Jeopardy at Svea’s request like an old married couple. They’d gotten themselves ready for bed and Svea watched as Elias fluffed up their pillows while she pulled the covers back.

“That’ll be fun,” Svea said. “Every time we’ve gone it’s been a blast. I can’t wait.”

“And we have Dice and Ice again this year too. I wonder if they’ll make me play Family Feud again,” he mused as they both got into bed.

Svea giggled. “Maybe this time you can announce to six hundred people that you finally have a girlfriend – oh wait, you already did that a few weeks ag—HEY!”

Elias pulled her into his body in one quick tug and wrapped his arms around her, peppering her face with kisses as she began to laugh at the sensation. He flipped her around so she was beneath him. “Yeah yeah, I’ve got a big mouth, I know,” he mumbled against the skin of her neck as he bit down on it gently.

“Mmm,” Svea hummed, enjoying the feeling like she always did. “How about you remind me what else you can do with that mouth.”

A low chuckle erupted from deep within Elias. “With pleasure,” he smiled devilishly. Almost immediately, he shoved her old t-shirt (technically, his old t-shirt) up and over her head and moved down her body. He hooked his fingers into the hem of her shorts and pulled them off too, watching as he saw a smirk appear on her face. “What’s got you smiling, pretty girl?”

“You,” she purred. “I’ll always regret waiting so long to be with you. We could have had so much more time together.”

Elias brought himself back up, placing a tender kiss on her lips. “Don’t regret that. We have the rest of our lives together, pretty girl. We always did.”

Svea smiled, pulling him down by the neck to kiss him again. The universe knew that them being together was always endgame; it just took them longer to realize. She liked Elias’s optimism – not focusing on what was in the past, but instead focusing on the future. “Elias…” she mumbled in between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“Show me I’m yours,” she whispered. She knew it would set him off completely, just like it did the first time, just like it did subsequent times since. “Show me I’m yours, Elias.”

He audibly groaned, slipping his way back down her body before forcing her legs apart and lowering his face between them, lapping and sucking so expertly that Svea was squirming within no time. Her pants and callouts of his name only fueled him as time went on, and when she ran her fingers through his blonde hair and tugged on it, he let out his own groan.

“Fuuuuuck,” she breathed out, tugging on his hair even more. “You’re so…your tongue is so good Elias.” He moaned at the sound of her voice, the vibrations causing her to squirm even more. He brought his arm around her thigh and held her hips down. It made her huff out in slight frustration. “Elias.”

His only response was to push down harder. Her response was to pull his hair as tight as she could and squeeze his head between her thighs. All the while, he kept up his movements, looking up at her with his striking, beady blue eyes. “You taste so sweet, pretty girl,” he mumbled against her wet lips. “So sweet for me.”

“Elias—”

“Are you gonna cum on my face, pretty girl?”

Svea nodded her head fervently. “I’m so close.”

“Mmmmm,” he hummed, the vibrations yet again making her squirm. “Cum for me, Svea.”

Svea arched her back, and after a few short moments, she was screaming out his name, squeezing his head in between her thighs even tighter than before. Elias kept lapping until she calmed down, sucking up the last of her juices before looking up at her again. “I could taste you all day, pretty girl,” he mumbled against her lips, the last thing he did before moving up her body and placing open-mouthed kisses and dragging his lips along her stomach and up to her breasts.

“I need you inside of me right now,” she said, her breath hot and frantic as she moved to wrap her legs around him.

“So impatient,” Elias mused.

“Fuck me, Elias. I can’t wait anymore.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. When she felt him enter her, quickly and in one swift movement, she dug her nails into the skin on his shoulder blades and almost immediately rocked her hips against his, trying to get him even deeper. “Svea…” he groaned out, feeling how deep he was inside of her. “Svea…fuck, you’re desperate, aren’t you?”

She nodded. She couldn’t help it. She was desperate. She was always desperate for him. Desperate for his voice, his touch, the sound of him, his smile, his laugh, how he filled her up, how he felt above her and beneath her – everything about him. “You like it when I’m loud, right?” she asked.

Elias’s eyes bulged for a moment. “Y—Yes.”

“You want me to be loud?”

His pupils dilated. “Yes.”

“Let me ride you.”

Svea wrapped her arms around Elias so he would stay inside her before he turned onto his back. She quickly got comfortable, adjusting slightly, and Elias brought his hands up and their hands intertwined, letting her lean against his elbows so she had something to brace against. When she began to rock back and forth slowly, he let out a groan. “You feel incredible, baby,” Svea said as she quickened her pace slightly.

“You do, too,” Elias said quickly. She began to moan loudly, like she knew he wanted and liked, and she could see his eyes practically roll to the back of his head. Elias liked knowing that it was him who made her feel this way. As she continued her noises, he didn’t know where to focus – her hips, her breasts, her eyes, how his cock had disappeared inside her – but he knew that everything felt good. He was left speechless by everything.

She led his hands to cup her breasts, but he had other ideas. Instead, he used his arms to push himself up so he could kiss them instead, his hands on her back. He remembered back to their little rendezvous at the lake during Midsommar, what she’d done and the quiet confidence in which she’d done it. He had obviously never done anything like that before. “When we get married these are going to be all mine,” he mumbled against her breasts, licking at the space on her chest where he remembered his cum covering her.

“They already are,” Svea mumbled, lost in the feeling. She brought her hands up to run through his hair so she could tug on it and so he could look her in the eye. When he was, she said what she wanted to say – what she knew he wanted to hear. “I’m all yours.”

Elias smiled. “I’m yours and you’re mine.”

“I’m yours and you’re mine,” Svea repeated.

They kissed, wet and sloppy, and Svea could feel herself getting close again. She dug her nails into the skin at the nape of Elias’s neck. When he felt her walls tighten around him, and heard her cries of pleasure at the feeling, he came completely undone as well. They clung on to each other, riding out their highs for a long as they could until they finally settled down, their breathing laboured and shaky, their chests heaving less and less as the time went by. Neither let go of each other. There was no need to.

Elias slipped out of her slowly, and Svea whimpered at the loss of feeling him fill her. He wrapped his arms around her as he fell back slowly, laying them on the bed. They stayed close, wrapped in each other, giving each other quick, soft kisses. “I love you,” Elias mumbled, his voice tired.

Svea smiled slightly. “I love you too.”

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An advertising executive must schedule the advertising during a particular television show. Seven different consecutive time slots are available for advertisements during a commercial break, and are numbered one through seven in the order that they will be aired. Seven different advertisements – B, C, D, F, H, J, and K – must be aired during the show. Only one advertisement can occupy each time slot. The assignment of the advertisements to the slots is subject to the following restrictions: • B and D must occupy consecutive time slots. • B must be aired during an earlier time slot than K. • D must be aired during a later time slot than H. • If H does not occupy the fourth time slot, then F must occupy the fourth time slot. • K and J cannot occupy consecutively numbered time slots.

Svea read over the logic puzzle three times, breathing harder every time. She wrote the requisite lines and letters. She moved on to the first questions.

1. Which of the following could be a possible list of the advertisements in the order that they are aired? a. BDFHJCK b. CJBHDKF c. HBDFJCK d. HDBFKJC e. HJDBFKC

Svea tried not to panic as she tried to work out the first question based on the parameters presented to her. When she took at her answer, then at the options, none of them matched. She tried again. No match again. She tried not to panic irrationally, but when she tried a third time, she still couldn’t get the right answer. She felt her cheeks heat up and her eyes start to well. No. No. There’s no crying in doing logic puzzles. She moved on to the next question, seeing if she could at least solve that one, but she couldn’t. Okay, back to question one. She tried a combination one more time and finally, finally found a match, so she circled the option.

She checked her time. Six minutes had passed, and she had five more questions to answer based on this logic puzzle alone. On the LSAT, they got about eight minutes per entire puzzle and four puzzles, for a total of around 35 minutes for this section. So she was severely behind. Like, severely. She looked at the note in the margins of her book.

This is generally considered one of the easier questions.

Svea whimpered. Audibly. She felt a few tears falling down her cheeks as she tried to move on to the second question, realizing it was now predicated upon the answer from the first. Seven minutes. And based on the wording of the question, her answer for the first one was wrong. It wasn’t even possible.

She let out a sob.

Eight minutes. She’d officially already failed this section of the LSAT.

As she tried to wipe her tears away with the backs of her hands, she heard the lightest knock on the door. As she looked over, she saw Elias’s head peek through the doorway, a bowl in his hands. “I brought you some raspberries,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. “How’s it going?”

Svea shook her head and started to cry again. “Elias…”

“Heeeyyyyy hey hey,” Elias cooed, rushing over to her and putting the bowl on the desk. He pushed out her chair, moving it so she was facing him, and knelt down in front of her. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

“Elias, will you still love me if I fail?”

“Svea—”

“Be honest,” she interrupted. “Will you still love me if I fail the LSAT and don’t get into law school and don’t get into grad school and just become a bum? Will you?”

“Svea, don’t say stuff like that,” he said, running his hands up and down her thighs trying to sooth her.

Svea shook her head fervently. “I’m dumb. I’m so dumb,” she whimpered out.

“You know you’re not dumb, Svea—”

“But I am!” she exclaimed. “I couldn’t even do this logic puzzle in time. I had eight minutes and I couldn’t do it. And it’s one of the easier ones! Imagine me sitting in that room trying to write the LSAT and I can’t even get past the logic puzzles!”

“Shhhhh,” he cooed, bringing his hands up to cup her face. He began wiping her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, still kneeling in front of her. “Svea, you know that I love you more than anything. I’ll love you no matter what.”

“Even if I fail?”

“You won’t fail. But even if you fail, yes, I will still love you,” he nodded, knowing it was what she needed to hear right now. She wouldn’t have dropped it if he didn’t say those words.

“And here you are, bringing me raspberries like a good boyfriend and I can’t even get a log—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” Elias warned. “Svea, it’s fine. You’re probably just very tired. You had a day full of classes, then homework, now this. I bet when you have a fresh and well-rested brain tomorrow, it will be much easier for you.”

Svea whimpered again, wrapping her arms around Elias and squeezing him against her chest. He was such a good boyfriend, always bringing her snacks or water or tea without her even having to ask, and she was just being a blubbering mess. She’d missed some of his games lately due to her studying and she felt horrible about it, and it all led to this: he was the one still comforting her about the long-term goal of why she was even studying in the first place.

“And Svea?”

“Hmmm?”

“You know I’ll always love you. You know that you’re going to be successful. This is just a little bump, that’s all.”

She took a moment to consider his words. She knew he was right, but it took her a while to digest. She hated that it did – that it took her so long – but her mind was off right now, overtired and overworked from a full day. “Maybe I should go to bed,” she mumbled as her head rested in the crook of Elias’s neck.

Elias didn’t even have to say anything. All he did was move to pick her up, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her legs wrapping around his torso, and he carried her across the apartment to his bedroom, now their bedroom, with her face still tucked. He could feel her tears on his skin, and when he lay her down gently on the bed, he made sure to wipe the rest of them away before he began undressing her, helping tug her shirt off and pulling off her jeans, leaving her in just her underwear. He did the same quickly, stripping down to his boxers before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over them.

They gravitated towards each other in bed like they always did, Elias wrapping an arm around her and Svea tangling their legs together. He began running his fingers gently through her hair and could hear her sigh, like she was letting out all her frustrations, all her nerves, and all her stress. “I love you, pretty girl,” he said softly as he continued his motions, knowing that it would soothe her, calm her down, just like it did for him when she did so. It was one of the best feelings in the world, when he thought about it.

“I love you too, even when I’m in my own head too much,” she responded, her voice soft and almost a whisper, but there was enough there. “I love you more than you’ll ever know.”

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Back in her global uprisings course, Svea took a moment to stretch as the professor gave them a five minute bathroom and coffee break. She debated on whether or not to go down to the main floor and get a coffee and croissant, or just stick it out until lunch time. She made sure to save her notes before she closed her laptop.

She’d finally gotten the hang of the logic puzzles and was doing them like crazy now. She’d seen advertisements on the bulletin board on the main floor for LSAT prep classes, and she wondered if she should take another round of them, even though she’d taken them last year as well. But then she had the fact that she needed to finish her application for her Master’s. There were a few more things to do on the supplemental application and some other things she needed to perfect before submitting it. She’d need someone to look it over. She needed to make sure the professors she’d asked to be references actually wrote their letters. She needed to—

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Francesca asked suddenly, snapping Svea from her thoughts.

“I’m thinking about the LSAT,” Svea decided to be honest with her. “The LSAT and my application to grad school.”

“The LSAT? Grad school?” Francesca asked like it was the most absurd thing that Svea was continuing her education and applying to these programs. “What’s the point, Svea?”

Svea furrowed her brows. “What do you mean what’s the point? I want to work in law and politics. You know that.”

“I mean, what’s the point when you’re with Elias now?”

Svea’s body stiffened at Francesca’s words. “What do you mean? I have to make a living, Francesca.”

“Do you? Do you really? Isn’t Elias gonna be signing, like, a huge contract at the end of this year? Do you honestly think you’re going to need to work to support yourself for the rest of your life when he’s going to be making, like, ten million dollars a year? Minus endorsements? I mean doesn’t he already support you?”

Svea was taken aback by Francesca’s line of questioning, and, to be honest, deeply hurt by it as well. Did Svea give off the airs and graces that she was fine with being a kept woman? Had she ever made it seem like she didn’t want to do anything with her life? That she didn’t care? She didn’t think she did ever. But for some reason, Francesca was bringing it up. “Francesca, I can’t let my boyfriend support me for the rest of my life.”

“You can’t? Because I can,” she quipped. She said it in a joking manner but Svea knew she was completely serious. The next line of questioning confirmed it for her. “I mean, does Elias have any teammates? Brock Boeser maybe? Or is he still with that Gillespie girl? The billionaire?”

Svea furrowed her brows. She didn’t like the direction this conversation was going, and she didn’t want Francesca anywhere near Brock or Grace. “They’re still together. He’s madly in love with her,” she mumbled before turning away from her and back to her laptop.

“Damn. Should’ve told me you were dating Elias earlier so I could’ve jumped at the chance.”

“Hmm,” Svea hummed, just to acknowledge what she said. She began typing something so Francesca would leave her alone.

When class was finished, Svea took out her phone and immediately texted Elias.

I’m going to be the most horrible housewife on the planet

Svea wtf are you talking about

Francesca said today I didn’t have to apply to law school or grad school because now I have you to take care of me It was the stupidest thing I think I’ve ever heard

Not even thirty seconds later, her phone began to ring. When she picked it up, Elias didn’t even greet with any formalities. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, too,” he said. “I mean, who says something like that?”

“Someone who wishes she was kept, I guess. I mean, she asked about Brock afterwards and I had to break her heart and tell her that he’s still madly in love with Grace.”

“What do you mean kept?”

“It’s a saying. It’s like a girl who has a nice and lavish lifestyle because of a rich man,” she explained.

Elias was silent on the other end trying to understand what Svea was explaining to him. “Did she just call you a prostitute? Or one of those sugarbaby things or whatever?”

Svea snorted. “In her own way, probably. I mean, when you think about it…” Svea tried to joke, seeing the humour in the situation, finally. Elias did pay for most things and Svea did enjoy a nice, comfortable life because of it – an apartment in Yaletown, access to a luxury car, an $8000 gold bracelet screwed onto her wrist…

But that didn’t mean she was kept. They were equal partners in their relationship. There was no power dynamic. Elias didn’t do those things and provide her with what he did because he wanted to control her, or because he wanted to have sex with her, or because he wanted to keep her at home all the time doing nothing besides looking pretty and being ready in bed for him. He did it because he genuinely loved her, because she was his best friend, his soulmate, his sun and his moon and his stars, and because he could, because what the hell else was he going to do with all this money? Spend it on himself? He already did that and there was a ton left over. Who better to spend it on than Svea?

“What is it with everyone trying to get into our business? We’re happy this way. It works for us. What the fuck does it matter?” Elias asked. “And why is everybody so obsessed with money?”

“It makes the world turn, Elias.”

She heard him huff on the other end. “Just…don’t worry about what she says. It doesn’t matter. You’re going to law school or grad school or you’re doing what you want to do and that’s that.”

“Why did I have to love debating in high school? Why did I have to like law and politics? Why couldn’t I have loved to bake and like…I don’t know, opened up some hipster coffee shop here or in Stockholm and just made coffee and cake and cookies all day?”

“Because then you wouldn’t have been Svea,” Elias said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You would have been someone else. And I don’t know who that someone else is, but it’s not you.”

And he was right. He was so fucking right that Svea was taken aback by the simplicity of his words but just how deep they were; how they hit the nail right on the head and how they were just so…right. She wouldn’t be the same person if she never debated, if she was never a precarious kid checking out books at the library. She wouldn’t be the same person if she had baked cakes and cookies and opened some hipster coffee shop with vegan treats made exclusively from organic ingredients. She wouldn’t be the same Svea. She wouldn’t be the Svea Elias loved. She wouldn’t be the Svea her friends loved. She wouldn’t be the Svea her family loved, that Elias’s family loved. She almost teared up for how right he was. “Thank you, Elias,” she said softly, not knowing what else to say.

“For what?”

“For loving me the way I am.”

She could practically hear him smile bashfully on the other end. “I love you for the way you’ve always been, too. And the way you’ll be.”

She knew he would. That was the best part.

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Svea clicked send.

Your application to the University of British Columbia’s Master of Public Policy and Global Affairs has been received. You will receive a confirmation email with your application number shortly.

She took a deep breath. Now she waited.

***

Svea clicked send.

Your application to the Peter A. Allard School of Law at the University of British Columbia has been received. You will receive an email shortly confirming your application.

She took a deep breath. Now she waited.

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“It would be chic to wear black, right?” Svea asked Grace as they scoured through the racks of dresses at Holt Renfrew, the iconic upscale Canadian department store, looking for something to wear to the upcoming Dice & Ice fundraiser the Canucks held annually. Grace loved to shop, and she was good at it, so Svea was confident they’d find something to wear.

“Well, it’s always chic to wear black,” Grace said as she pulled out a beige coloured, skin-tight dress. She took a good, long look at it before deciding it wasn’t the one and pushing it back in. “But you need to spruce it up a bit.”

“Spruce it up?”

“You’ve got a great body and you need to show it off. You’ve been wearing your knit sweaters for so long that I’ve forgotten what your boobs look like, Svea.”

She snorted. Leave it to Grace, the professional dancer with the near perfect body, to mention her boobs. “Grace, I barely have boobs.”

“Doesn’t matter. You can still show off your figure. It’s to die for. And I’m sure Petey would love it.”

Well, that was true. Svea kept that in her mind as they continued to look through racks and racks of dresses, never quite finding the right one, though they pulled some to try on just in case. Grace always had something to say about the dresses Svea pulled – “You’re going to look like my uncle’s fourth ex-wife if you wear that” or “That looks like something a retired art teacher would wear”. Svea couldn’t help but laugh. She was thankful to have Grace along for this ride since Grace had a sense of style and what would look good on her body; if she wasn’t here, Svea wouldn’t probably end up picking a dress that made her look like a 17th century peasant woman from Croatia ready to milk the cows. As Grace would say.

They verged into the designer departments. Grace picked out a dress from Dolce and Gabbana, and handed one from Gucci to Svea. They checked in Yves Saint Laurent and Versace but there was nothing. Chloe. Louis Vuitton. Celine. Miu Miu.

“What about this one?” Svea asked, pulling out a gorgeous dress from the Miu Miu rack.

From down the line, Grace looked up. “It’s black.” Svea took it off the bar completely, holding it against her body, showing its crystal-studded top. “Ooooooooh,” Grace’s jaw dropped at the detailing. She immediately let go of the dress she’d pulled out and walked over to Svea. “Now that’s a good one.”

“You think?”

“Mhm,” she nodded her head fervently. “Let’s go try these all on now. I need to see that dress on you.”

The first few dresses Svea tried on and modeled for Grace didn’t “work”, according to her. There was something off about them – a hemline, a cut, the fact that it made Svea look like a nun – that sent them back on the hanger. But when Svea put on the Miu Miu dress she pulled, even just seeing herself in the dressing room with it half on, she knew it would look good. “Um…I think I’m going to need to take off my bra for this one,” she called out to Grace is the dressing room beside her.

“Then take it off.”

“There’s gonna be a lot of side-boob. I’m not sure that’s appropriate for a gala raising money for children…”

“Nothing a little double-sided boob tape can’t fix,” Grace retorted. “Now get out here so I can see.”

Svea pulled back the curtain. When she did, Grace’s jaw dropped. Grace was standing in a beautiful dress of her own, but she didn’t even care – her full attention was on Svea now, and the dress she was wearing. “Oh…my…God,” she gave Svea a complete up-down, a giant smile forming on her face afterwards. “This is perfect. This is it.”

“But what about this?” Svea moved to show Grace her side profile.

“Like I said, boob tape. But we’ll bring it to a tailor as well. We want this thing pinched in and showing off that body.” Grace approached her, moving them so that they stood in front of a mirror together with Grace behind her. Svea could feel her hands on the low backline of the dress. Grace tugged on it. “See?” she said, getting Svea to look in the mirror. Even just the simple pinch covered up some of the side boob – enough that Svea felt more comfortable and more appropriate. “Now imagine what my tailor can do. This thing will fit you like a glove when he’s done with it.”

Svea nodded her head. She did look good. And she had a feeling Elias would like the open back and the fact it would be tight. Elias liked her in anything but her dressing up did something to him. He would treat her as a present he needed to unwrap. “Is there any point in trying on anything else?” she smiled.

Grace smiled back. “No way.”

***

“D’you ever think about marriage?” Grace asked suddenly as she and Svea ate lunch at Coast, raw oysters in between them arranged perfectly on a platter.

Svea was taken aback by the question, which was posed out of the blue. She thought anybody would be, all things considered. “Uh…sometimes. Why?”

“I just think of you and Elias a lot. And Brock and I, obviously, but more so you and Elias. Because, like, we both know you guys are going to get married one day. I mean, so will Brock and I…but…I don’t know. Do you ever just think of what marriage will be like?”

Svea knew what Grace was trying to get at. In her own roundabout way, she was expressing a deep-rooted fear. Not of marriage in and of itself – the act of it, of getting a legal document and signing it and being attached to a person through marriage – but the dynamics of it instead. How to make it work. Communication. Trust. Traveling. Schedules. Children. Her parents notoriously didn’t speak to each other after their horrible divorce and used her and their lawyers as pawns. She got along well with her step-brothers and all was well and fine now, as an adult, but divorce traumatizes kids. “I do.”

“What do you think your marriage with Elias will be like?”

“Comfortable,” Svea said without any thought. She felt the need to clarify. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I just mean that like…I think it will be easy. Easier. We’ve known each other our whole lives and our relationship is already strong. I don’t think that signing a document and becoming husband and wife will drastically change anything in our relationship.”

“Because it’s bound to happen,” Grace said.

“Exactly,” Svea nodded her head. “Like I know it will change, but not by much. And Elias and I talk about what we want and what we want to do, and we sort of just, like…already know. So it’s not going be this, like, seismic shift. He’ll still be Elias. He’ll just be my husband, Elias.”

Grace nodded her head. She thought long and hard about what Svea was saying. She envied Svea, somewhat, because she also had good role models in her parents to base a marriage off of. Grace didn’t really have that luxury – though she had her mom and her step-dad now, but that was different. Because after everything that happened in the divorce, Grace couldn’t look at marriage the same way. “Do you ever look to your parents and what they went through?”

“Somewhat. I mean my mom uprooted her whole life for my dad. She moved to a foreign country and learned the language and brought up two daughters in a small town…I don’t think they would have lasted if she didn’t know my dad loved her unconditionally like Elias loves me now,” Svea explained. “I mean they obviously weren’t perfect but they provide a great example. Same with Elias’s parents. I think they provided a good example for him.”

“When I think about my mom and dad, and what happened with them, it doesn’t make me scared about Brock and I, because I know we’re different,” Grace began. “But what gets me scared is, like, the possibility. Like there’s always a possibility we could end up like them.”

Svea shook her head. “You can’t wage your happiness on a possibility, Grace,” she said sternly. “If we go by that logic, of possibilities, that means there’s a possibility that Elias would cheat on me and break us up.”

“That would never happen. Elias would never do that to you.”

“Exactly,” Svea said. “You and Brock are nothing like your parents. So let me ask you the same question. What do you think your marriage with Brock will be like?”

Unlike Svea, who answered with one word in a heartbeat, Grace thought about it for a while. It wasn’t because she wasn’t confident in their relationship – she was – and it wasn’t because she couldn’t see herself married to Brock – she could – but it was more so because what she had with Brock was indescribable. It had all happened pretty quickly, but everything about it felt right, and felt like it was supposed to happen. Marriage would feel the same way. Having kids would feel the same way. “Comfortable,” Grace repeated Svea’s word. “Because he gives me a sense of comfort than no-one else has. He makes me feel safe and happy all the time. And because we want the same things. We always have.”

Svea smiled. “See? Comfort isn’t a bad thing. Not everything has to be a rollercoaster.”

Grace nodded. She knew Svea was right. She just wished she didn’t have such bad examples to base a marriage on. Svea was wise and knew these things because she had good examples. “Has Elias ever brought up marriage?”

Svea smirked slightly, grabbing her water to take a sip so she could avoid the question. Grace wiggled in her seat excitedly, knowing the answer based on her response. “In passing, mostly. We were in bed once, too.”

“Oh God, did he propose once when you two were having sex?”

Svea snorted. “No, thank God. Nothing awkward like that. It was more so, like…” she trailed off, wondering if she should even say anything. She told Grace pretty much everything these days. “When we get married, so and so…” she mimicked Elias’s voice.

“Ah, I get it,” Grace nodded. “I once gave Brock a blowjob so good he called me his wife afterwards.”

Svea burst out laughing, which caused Grace to laugh as well. Both of the girls had to wipe away tears and take a drink of water before they could resume talking. “Brock would totally do something like that,” Svea commented.

“I know. He’s so predictable,” Grace rolled her eyes playfully. “Is it weird these things happen with our boyfriends during sex? I swear they only share one brain cell.”

“They definitely do, but we love them for it.”

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“Do you want to marry me?”

If Svea was a dog, her ears would have perked up like someone was opening the treat bag. She and Elias had finished dinner and had been cuddling on the couch when Svea thought they needed a snack and went to go microwave a bag of popcorn. The question didn’t make her nervous because she knew the answer. If anything, she wondered what exactly it would lead to. “Of course I do.”

“Now or eventually?” he asked again.

“Eventually,” she answered.

“Why not now?”

Svea poured the popcorn into the bowl. “Because I don’t know what I’m going with my life yet, and I think it’s important to establish that before I get married.”

“So if you establish it, we would be able to get married?” he asked, using her logic.

“Eliiiiaaaaas…” she elongated his name, taking the bowl and bringing it back to the couch. He sounded like a four year old with all of his questions. “What’s this about?”

“I’m just wondering when we can get married,” he said like it was so simple.

“Why are you wondering that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Elias, we’re only twenty-two,” Svea said. She wanted to turn the tables. “And besides, do you want to marry me?”

“Of course I do.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my soulmate,” he said automatically. “Because I love you more than anything. And we waited long enough to get together, so why wait to get married?”

“Elias…” she whispered. Instead of sitting down by his side like she had been, she straddled his lap. It brought them much closer, of course, and Svea could look at him face-to-face. She brought her hands up to cradle his face. “Listen to me. I love you. I want to marry you. There’s no doubt in my mind about that, okay? None whatsoever. But there are a lot of things happening this year between me and my future and you and your contract,” she said. “I feel…I feel like once all of that is…I don’t know, settled, then we can start seriously think about getting married. And I can’t do that when everything is up in the air with me.”

Elias moved into her touch, eventually nodding his head. He looked so cute and his lips were so pouty, Svea felt like kissing him right then. But she knew she couldn’t until they finished their very serious conversation. “I just don’t want to wait. I’ve already waited too long for you, you know?” he asked.

“I know. But I’m not going anywhere.”

“You better not be,” he mumbled, leaning forward to rest his head against her chest. She moved her hands so one was still cradling his face while she ran her fingers through his hair with the other. “I hope you don’t think I’m pressuring you or anything.”

“You’re not.”

“I just really want to marry you. I really want you to be my wife. I know it’s probably stupid of me but I don’t care how young we are. I would’ve married you at eighteen.”

Svea smiled. “If we hadn’t denied our feelings for each other we probably would have been dumb and done it,” she laughed. “But you’ve gotta get me a ring first.”

“Oh, that’s no problem. I’ll make sure the ring is bigger than your eyeball.”

“And you still gotta kneel. I want the whole kit and kaboodle. I don’t care that I know it’s happening. You still have to kneel and ask me.”

She felt Elias smile against her, giggling slightly. “I plan on it. I meant it when I said that time in Stockholm wasn’t the last time I would kneel in front of you.”

“Good,” Svea smiled.

“But we can still get a pet, right?”

Svea snorted. She was very, very, very well aware of how much he wanted a pet. With Diesel, Whiskey, and Tequila far away in Sweden with Fanny and Emil, he had limited access to animals. And after spending practically the entire summer with them, he was desperate for some animal contact. Grace bringing Pippa around was always nice, but it wasn’t enough. He couldn’t cuddle with Pippa whenever he wanted. Pippa wasn’t at his home. “Elias.”

“What if I brought home an iguana one day?”

“No,” she said loudly, pulling away from him so his head wasn’t on her chest anymore. He had a cheeky smile on his face. “I told you to stop sending me reptiles to adopt.”

“But what if—”

“If you bring home an iguana or a reptile or God forbid a snake, you’re not allowed to marry me anymore.”

“Whooooooaaaaaa whoa whoa hey hey hey, let’s not get crazy here,” he held up his hands. “Okay, I’ll stop sending the reptiles. But that means I can send you more dogs.”

“Okay, deal,” she smiled, finally getting her opportunity to kiss him. “You’re lucky I’m already crazy for you, because you’re gonna drive me crazy.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed happily, snaking his hands up her shirt. “I’m crazy for you too. And I can think of a few crazy things we can get up to right now.”

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“Elias—”

“—Svea—”

“—Elias we’re already late—”

“—Pull up your dress—"

“—Eli—oh, oh Jesus,” Svea felt herself getting pushed against their bedroom’s glass window. Elias was behind her pulling her dress up and bunching it around her hips. She could hear the buckle of his belt clink as he rushed to get it unbuckled. “Elias—”

“Bend over.”

She let out a hot sigh as she did what she was told, trying to grip onto the glass as she bent over slightly, her ass sticking out and grinding on Elias’s already hard member. She could feel his hand on her ass, slipping her lace panties to the side. She’d bought them specifically for tonight. No set, because she wasn’t wearing a bra (only boob tape, as per Grace and her tailor). She’d planned on surprising Elias after the gala but he apparently had other plans. She felt his fingers play with her folds, letting out a mewl at his teasing to get her wet, eventually slipping two fingers inside of her, causing her to cry out. “That feels good, Elias,” she whispered, looking back at him.

“You like that?” he asked, to which she nodded her head. “You think looking that sexy in this dress wasn’t gonna make me do this?”

She smiled slightly. “I knew it would. Just thought you’d be able to wait,” she smiled devilishly.

“Nuh uh,” Elias shook his head, curling his fingers and making her visibly shiver. “No waiting. Can’t wait.”

“Then fuck me already.”

Elias entered her with such force that they crashed together against the glass. Svea let out a loud moan as he filled her up, feeling his hot breath right behind her ear as her own hot breath fogged up the glass in front of her mouth. She absolutely loved the feeling of him filling her up – always had, always would – but this was different. This was hot and fast and raw and rough, and she liked it, God did she like it. “Fill me up, Elias,” she breathed out. “Fill me up and fuck me.”

He crashed into her hips again, and she sent out another shout. His body pressed up against hers gave her little room to move but she liked it. Another crash. Another shout. Another crash. Another shout. On and on and on, the more shouts and moans escaped her body without her having any control over them. On and on and on, she got louder with each passing one. He could see her knuckles turning white from trying to grip the glass unsuccessfully. “You like being fucked like this?” he mumbled into her ear.

“Yeeesssssssss,” she nodded.

“How much?”

“So much,” she breathed out. “I love it when you fuck me hard, Elias. I love it. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

It wasn’t meant to last long – rendezvouses like this never did – and so with a bite of the neck and an arch of the back and a slip of Elias’s hand around to her core, rubbing and teasing, Svea came undone, coming loudly and shaking as she tried to keep her balance. She could feel his breaths shorten, and soon after, he came inside of her, hot and wet and causing her own orgasm to last longer. As they tried to catch their breaths, Svea could feel Elias’s lips on the open skin of her back, placing soft, tender, loving kisses along it as they came down from their highs.

Elias’s lips moved from her spine to her shoulder blades and along her neck. “I love you,” he whispered softly, placing a quick kiss on her jawline.

The fact that he was still inside her made it that much more tender to her. With her skirt still bunched up and the heat still pulsating in her core – evidence of what they’d just done – it was a nice bring-me-down, a return to reality for Svea who had just been seeing stars thanks to her boyfriend. “I love you too.”

When he softened and he finally slipped out of her, she whimpered as she always did at the loss, though she knew that more would be waiting for her later. She adjusted her underwear upon hearing Elias’s belt clink again. After rearranging themselves, they looked at each other to see the other perfectly well-kept, as if Elias didn’t just fuck her against the window. Elias had a smile on his face – a proud one, not one filled with lust like minutes before. “We should get down to the car,” he said, though neither of them bothered to move. “You do look beautiful,” he added.

“We clean up well,” Svea smiled back. She stepped forward to help him arrange his tie and collar.

“I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress,” Elias said, looking down at her.

Svea looked up. “Yeah?”

He nodded, clasping her hand in his. “Yeah.”

***

“Svea, you look fantastic!” Jacob Markstrom smiled as he bent down to hug her. Almost the entire team and their significant others had sad variations of the same thing to her as they saw her, so she knew she had picked the right dress. She and Elias were one of the last couples to arrive, but it seemed like things were running slightly behind schedule anyway because of people trying to find their seats in the giant room. It saved them, really.

“Thanks Jacob,” Svea smiled. “You look quite dapper yourself. A change from the scruffy bear you turn into when we’re back in Sweden.”

He let out a hearty laugh before moving on to greet Elias. Svea looked around the room to see it already almost full of people mingling. The stage was lit up in blue and green lights, and the DJ was playing music in the background of everything else that was happening. There were already food stations open in the middle of the room. Svea wondered if the boys could eat before they had to go their designated stations – she knew Elias and Brock were going to be set up in the photobooth part just like last year. That meant she and Grace could gossip and get a good talk in before dinner, where they would inevitably be separated at different tables.

About five minutes after Svea and Elias arrived, Brock and Grace did too. They made their rounds with the team. When Grace approached Svea, she gave her a good up-down. “You look phenomenal,” she said before going in to hug her. “Was Petey able to keep his hands off you?” she whispered in her ear.

Svea giggled. “No.”

Grace nodded knowingly as she pulled away from the hug. “Brock wasn’t either.”

Soon, the boys were called to their “stations” and Grace and Svea found their tables before going to the bar. A lot of people were approaching Grace because they recognized her from her father, and they asked questions about her and her initiatives and her uncles as Svea stood awkwardly with her, barely acknowledged or subtly acknowledged with just a nod of the head. Grace knew how to work a room, so it was fine, and she tried to include Svea into the conversations as much as possible, but people weren’t interested in her as much as they were interested in Grace. It was fine. Grace came from a prominent family of billionaires who were famous in Vancouver for their philanthropy. Svea was just…Svea. To be honest, she somewhat liked it. She could never be in the “limelight”, so to speak, as Grace was. That’s why if she went into politics, she’d be an advisor. There was no way she’d run for public office, even though she could debate better than the best politicians.

At one point, Svea and Grace unfortunately got stuck with quite the…character. Young, brash, and somehow invited to a gala that benefitted children, he was making jokes left, right, and centre. Most of them inappropriate. Both girls wished he noticed their awkward laughs and buzzed off, but such was not the case. He just had to chat up the daughter of Hamish Gillespie.

“You girls having a good time?” Brock’s voice was heard suddenly as he crept up behind them, putting his hand on the small of Grace’s back. Elias wasn’t far behind, smiling slightly.

“Whooooa ho ho! Brock Boeser!” the man exclaimed, doing one of those slap-shaking of hands boys always did with each other – if they were friends. Brock had no idea who this man was. “What’s up, Boes? Just talking to your girl here about where the Gillespie’s are donating money next.”

“Hmm, really?” Brock said, eyeing Grace and seeing the look she was giving him. “You’re talking to Grace about it?”

“Yeah, your girl.”

Elias watched as Grace rolled her eyes. “I was just about to say it’ll probably be another arts centre somewhere,” she said curtly.

“And what about you?” he nodded his head towards Svea. “Raya, was it?”

“Svea,” she deadpanned.

“Svea’s looking to do public policy and work in politics,” Elias interjected, saying the information proudly.

The man laughed out loud. Like, actually laughed out loud upon hearing the news. “You gonna be a political husband, Petey? The Good Husband? Like that TV show?” he joked.

“I don’t get it,” Svea interrupted before Elias could respond. She knew what she had to do: she had to use the technique of playing dumb and not understanding the “joke” in order to have someone awkwardly explain why they thought their racist/sexist/misogynist/ableist “joke” was funny, thus shining a light on their horrible character. She could bask in the awkwardness of them stumbling over their own words and seeing how truly ridiculous and stupid they really were. “Can you explain that to me?”

She watched as the man’s face fell slightly. “Oh, you know,” he tried to play it off. “It’s just a joke.”

“What’s the joke?”

Now his face really dropped, but he still tried to keep a smile on his face, which just made him look completely like that Chrissy Teigen meme. “It’s just…you know…”

“I don’t know.”

The man shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Petey doesn’t need his girl working in politics,” he said. “What are you even gonna do in politics anyway? How’s Petey gonna feel about that? Having his girl running around with a bunch of politicians?”

“I’m not exactly sure where you’re going with this,” Svea said. She couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. “What exactly are you trying to achieve? Please explain to me how having a successful wife is so threatening to a man’s ego?”

“Does he need the trouble?” he continued. “You can’t be out there…you…I mean, shouldn’t you just do what all the other wives and girlfriends do? Be with the kids and tend to the house like a good wife? Petey is the important one here.”

Svea was so shocked her jaw didn’t drop. She closed her jaw, curtly, and closed her mouth, curtly, out of fear of saying something she might regret. It was Brock who had to intervene. “I think it’s best you leave now,” he said as calmly as possible.

“I—It’s not—”

“Leave,” Grace stressed.

The man scoffed and walked off. Svea could feel Elias grab her hand and squeeze it. He had an angry look on his face, understandably, as he watched the guy walk off, back to his table and back to his group. Elias would make sure to walk by the table to see the company they came from so he could make a complaint. “What a fucking asshole,” he mumbled.

“What a crock of shit,” Grace piped up even louder than Elias. She looked up at Brock. “Can we kick him out? I’m serious. Can we go speak to someone so he’s thrown out? Let’s go.”

“It’s fine,” Svea said.

“But Svea—”

“Honestly, it’s fine,” she stressed. “I’m going to be a woman in politics. This won’t be the last time somebody is going to make a comment like that.” Grace was still visibly mad. So was Brock. But they listened to Svea’s wish and didn’t pursue it any further. “Let’s go sit.”

***

Despite the man’s horrible comments, Svea forgot about them for the duration of the gala and had an amazing time. There were some hilariously funny moments that the organization put the players through, and Svea was laughing almost the entire night. She had some great talks afterwards, as well, with Jacob and Troy and Bo and Holly, and when the night ended, she was tired but happy as she and Elias made their way back home. Grace suggested they go for late-night pizza but Svea was too tired. They promised Grace brunch the next morning instead, which was readily agreed upon.

“I appreciate that you don’t expect that life from me,” Svea whispered as she stood in their bedroom in front of their mirror, Elias behind her unzipping her dress. She’d already been to the bathroom to wash off her makeup.

He knew exactly what she was talking about. He honestly wondered when she was going to bring it up. They’d been through this discussion months earlier when Francesca made her comments. He couldn’t believe they had to put up with them again. “I know you do,” he said from behind her.

“I just…I haven’t gone to university and pursued a life and career in public policy or law just to be called your girlfriend and become…become a…a trophy wife! A wag!” her anger was coming through now. “And I know I shouldn’t be angry and—and I’m not, I swear, because I know how ridiculous he was, but I…still.”

“I get it. It’s okay,” Elias said as he finished unzipping her dress. “You know I’d never want to dull your shine, Svea. I never want you to settle for anything you don’t want because I know you don’t want me to do that either.”

“You don’t…” she stopped herself, thinking if she should even ask the question, since he posed the same one to her when they were in Sweden after the entire Soren debacle. “You don’t think I’m holding you back, right?”

“How would you?” he asked, his tone showing he thought it was the most absurd idea on the planet.

“From like, doing stuff with your friends. Going out, having fun…I don’t know Elias. Normal guy stuff. Normal hockey guy stuff,” she clarified.

He’d been shaking his head since her first word. “No,” he said definitively. He dress fell to the floor, leaving Svea standing in front of the mirror in just her lace underwear. “I see what some of my friends and teammates have gotten up to on the road and I don’t want that for me. The only things I want in my life are my family, hockey, and you. There’s nothing else I need.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive,” he nodded. “You keep me grounded, Svea. I don’t need to do that shit when I have you at home.”

“I just don’t want you to miss out,” she said.

“I’m not missing out. Trust me. I still have my fun but I have it on my terms.”

Svea internalized his words and nodded her head. She turned around and began helping him undress, undoing his tie and the buttons on his dress shirt before moving to his belt, the clinking of the metal reminding her of their previous activities just hours ago. “I know that you love me. And you know that I love you. I just want to make sure you’re living the life you want because I know you want me to live the life that I want. Which is why I’m comfortable with telling you the next thing I’m going to say.”

“Which is?”

“If we get married, we’re not having kids anytime soon. I’m not even entertaining the idea,” she said, looking him straight in the eye. “Like, it’s not on the table. It’s not an option. I’m going to school and I’m working. And when I’m ready, we’re having kids.”

Again, Elias was nodding from the beginning of her first words. “I’m fine with that. I—yes, I’m fine with that.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive,” he kept nodding as she pushed his dress shirt back with her hands, letting it fall to the floor as well. “There’s no way I can even think about taking care of a kid right now anyway, so there’s no way I’m gonna do that to you. I wouldn’t put that on you while I go live my dreams. You have to live your dreams too.” He bent down slightly to give her a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

That night, as Svea was on top of him, under him, on her hands and knees for him, spooning him, and everything in between; as every orgasm coursed through her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes like a tidal wave, leaving her a shaking, moaning, mewling, whimpering mess, she was shown time and time again how much Elias loved her, how much he adored her, how much he would do anything for her; and she was shown, more than anything, that they were in this together.

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Dear Miss Nilsson,

Congratulations! We are pleased to offer you acceptance into the Peter A. Allard School of Law…

***

Dear Miss Nilsson,

Upon review of your application, we are pleased to offer you acceptance to the University of British Columbia’s Master of Public Policy and Global Affairs…

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“Stella! Stella! Speak!”

“Brrrrrrrraaaaark!”

“Gooood girl, Stella!” Svea gave her a treat. “Okay, now twirl!” she did the hand motion, and Stella spun around and sat down when she was finished. “What a good girl you are, Stella!”

“RrrrrBARK!”

Svea watched as Elias came up behind Stella and picked her up in one swift movement, swooping her up in his arms as he brought her up to his face. He snuggled his face into hers, her wet nose tickling his skin before she started licking his face. Svea laughed at the sight, and soon Elias was laughing too because Stella wouldn’t stop. “You’re just like mommy, Stella.”

“HEY!” Svea opposed, pinching him on his side and causing him to wince. “That’s not very nice.”

“It’s true though.”

“So what if it is,” she mumbled as she watched their puppy continue to lick his face. “We should put her harness on her now if we’re going to take her to the park.”

“But before that,” Elias said, placing Stella back down on the floor before walking over to their fridge. He bent down to open the freezer and took out a bottle of champagne. Stella waddled over to him, trying to see what else was in the freezer. “What’s that?” Svea asked as he set the bottle down on the counter. It was an expensive bottle too – he’d really gone all out.

“You didn’t think I’d just give you that necklace to celebrate you getting into your programs?” he asked with a smirk on his face. He took out two champagne flutes from a cabinet and set them down on the counter.

Svea touched the necklace sitting pretty around her neck – the Cartier Love necklace in yellow gold with diamonds, of course to match her bracelet that she hadn’t taken off since. “Elias…”

“And I know you still have to think about which one you’re going to choose,” he said as he took the foil off the top and began to uncork the bottle, “but we’re still going to celebrate. Because you’re my Svea, and I love you more than anything.”

Svea bent down to pick up Stella and cradle her in her arms as Elias poured the champagne into the flutes. “I did choose,” she said softly. “I came to the decision mentally, like, half an hour ago and I was going to tell you at the park.”

“Oh yeah? And?” he asked as he finished pouring.

She took a deep breath. “The Master of Public Policy and Global Affairs.”

Elias smiled from ear to ear, handing her one of the flutes to hold. He stepped towards her and wrapped an arm around her, cradling her and Stella against him. “To you, my pretty girl,” he said softly as he looked down at her. “My moon, my stars, my Svea.”

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@ThomasDrance: BREAKING: Elias Pettersson has signed a contract with the Vancouver Canucks. More to come shortly.

@ThomasDrance: Sounds like a long-term deal. Elias is staying. Canucks fans rejoice.

@ThomasDrance: Somebody on the media beat just screamed. Another danced. One is just smiling as he’s staring down at his phone. Just in case you were wondering how happy the people of Vancouver are.

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“You guys want to meet up on…let’s say Saturday?” Svea asked Grace on the phone. She was lying on the couch with Elias giving her a foot massage and Stella sleeping on her chest.

“Yeah, of course. Pippa down!” she asserted. “What were you thinking?”

“We kind of want to go super-fancy,” Svea said, knowing that Grace would be able to help with that. “Like, really nice outfits. And I want Brock in a suit.”

“I’ll make reservations at Hawksworth,” Grace said like it was the easiest thing in the world – because it was for her. Everyone else would need to wait weeks. But not her. “And I’ll stuff Brock too-many-cookies-gut into a suit, no problem.”

“Make the reservation for 1:30 in the afternoon. But can we meet at 11?”

“Of course…” Grace said. “Why so early?”

“For Stella. We need to show you something with Stella.”

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Elias waved Brock down outside once he noticed his car. Elias was dressed in his best suit, one he’d know he’d never wear again from now on. He watched as Brock parallel parked the car on the street. Grace got out first, wearing a very pretty and fitted yellow dress with a boatneck and cap sleeves, looking especially elegant. Her hair was sleeked back into a low bun, and she had a pair of high-heeled sandals on to complete her look. Brock followed behind her, wearing one of his particularly well-tailored and fitted black suits, shiny new shoes and a skinny tie.

“Why’d you make me dress up?” Brock asked as he approached Elias, adjusting his jacket so he could button it up.

“You know I like seeing you in a suit.”

Brock winked. “I do, but you see me in one almost every other day. Why my best suit?”

Elias didn’t have the opportunity to answer, because Svea came up from behind him to hug Grace and Brock. They both bent down and kissed Stella as well. “Do you guys mind if I leave my jacket in your car? It’s getting a bit hot out,” she asked as she began unbuttoning her trench coat.

“Yeah yeah, of course,” Brock nodded, moving to open the backseat door for her.

When Svea handed the handle of the leash to Elias and took off her trench coat, she had everybody staring. She revealed the dress she was wearing: plunge V-neck, frilled outline, sequin-embellished waistband, flowy skirt.

White.

“Wait…” Brock held his hand up, not bothering to close the backseat door even though Svea was finished throwing her jacket in the back. Finished and waiting. He had a confused look on his face. But then it suddenly hit him. “Are you guys getting fuckin’ married?”

Svea smirked. When Grace saw, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Brock looked at Elias, who was now smiling and laughing at Grace’s reaction. “Are you fucking joking?” Elias shook his head. “You guys are getting fucking married?! Right now?!”

“Yup,” Elias finally nodded his head. “You and Grace are our witnesses, and you may or may not need to FaceTime in our parents and siblings.”

If it was possible, Grace screamed even louder before jumping up and down and lunging herself at Svea, who was ready to catch her and hug her. Brock and Elias watched as she kept changing “ohmygodohmygodOHMYGOOOOODDDDD” over and over again before she finally had the wherewithal to grab Svea’s left hand. When she did, she saw Svea’s ring: a beautiful yellow gold pave ring with a sapphire halo around the centre diamond – a giant round cut that took up most of Svea’s finger. She gasped at the sight of it. “Oh my God this is stunning,” she said, inspecting it before turning to Elias. “You picked this out?”

“Wow Grace. You don’t have faith in me?” Elias smiled.

She turned to Svea. “Our men have no taste. You have to tell me who picked it out.”

“HEY!” Brock protested. “I have taste!”

“We went to the jewelry store together. I chose the diamond and he said to get it bigger—”

“—Good—”

“—and then I wanted the pave band. But it was Elias who actually suggested the sapphires in the halo.”

Grace nodded. “The sapphires make it. They truly do.” She gave Elias another look. “Good job Elias.”

“Thanks Grace.”

“So are we gonna do this thing or what?!” Brock asked, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get married!”

***

The picture was simple, and taken by Brock. In it, Elias and Svea stood on the steps outside Vancouver City Hall. They stood side by side, and were holding hands. Svea held her bouquet by her hip, and in Elias held the leash for Stella, who was sitting in front of them, smiling at the camera. They were smiling, too. Formal smiles, mostly, but in Elias’s unabashedness, and in Svea’s absolute pure joy.

Elias posted a simple caption.

💒

***

@of_pettersson: The Church of Pettersson could have married you!!! Alas, we bestow best wishes to you and your bride!

@peteyfan40: pettersson married? What a way to ring in his contract!

@canucklehead406: gotta love that the first thing elias does after signing a contract is get married. Remember that ice and dice when he said he’d never had a girlfriend? What a change

@vancitybaby: ok, so I’m not the only one who think elias looks super cute with his new wife and puppy, right? Like I basically sobbed.

@ThomasDrance: Signs a contract, gets married. Bride is childhood best friend Svea Nilsson. Congrats to Elias & Svea. Bright things are in their future.

@BBoeser16: So happy for my two best friends and to have been there with them <3

@gracegillespie: I love love. Congratulations to Elias, Svea, and Stella.

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Elias and Svea cuddled on the couch. Svea was in Elias’s lap and Stella was sleeping in hers. Elias placed a kiss on Svea’s temple. “I love you so much, Svea.”

She smiled. “I love you too Elias.”

For at least a moment, everything was perfect.

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Scarlet & Hazel | Ch. 1

pairings: hoseok x reader x yoongi

genre: fluff, very light angst, smut (future)

word count: 3.6k

chapters: ch.1, ch.2, ch.3, ch.4

summary:

Just cause you’re living paycheck to paycheck in a tiny apartment even after graduating college doesn’t mean you’re not happy. So what if your best friend is working her dream job making close to six figures every year? So what if she’s in a loving, committed relationship with her perfect boyfriend that you’re 99% sure is going to propose to her sometime next year? It doesn’t matter that your idea of a perfect relationship is a $9.99 bottle of wine on Friday nights while you binge watch Netflix specials.

Ok so maybe you’re a teensy bit miserable. Maybe you have no idea what you’re doing with your life. Maybe all you need to do is accidentally cross paths with two hybrids who will drastically change that.

Meet “Scarlet” and “Hazel”, two of the most gorgeous hybrid men you have ever laid eyes on. With their help, you learn that life is an adventure, a rollercoaster with ups and downs, and you were too preoccupied with yourself to climb out of your own predicament. And hey, you’re not much of a romantic, but with these two, you just might change your mind.

note: Hi! This is my first fic ever! I don’t even know if anyone’s gonna read this but I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile so fuck it.

You kicked off your shoes and threw your purse on the couch.

“God my back hurts!”

Honestly with the amount of random bodily aches you experience on a daily business you could pass for being 70 years old. But this time you knew where the pain stemmed from. You just had to fall asleep awkwardly after a night on your phone. And of course today was a work day and you slept past all THREE of your alarms. But you know that feeling when you sleep for a suspiciously long amount of time and something doesn’t feel right? That’s the sixth sense that saved your ass this morning because your internal body clock was like sweetie I think you’re late.

You only had time to slap on some makeup, hoping it looked semi decent, and throw your greasy hair into a messy, but passable bun because no one wants to see an ugly receptionist. You had to skip your morning Starbucks drive-through routine because you’re about to be LATE, late so you grab your keys and start your car, booking it to work.

You work at a private hybrid clinic which pays a little better than most but that means you also have to deal with a lot of attitude from rich “owners” (you hate that word). And you sat weirdly at work today so that did nOThing to help your back pain. Also how come everybody decided to book an appointment today?? It’s Friday for god's sake why does everyone and their mothers decide it’s time to call the clinic and book a checkup. They get so mad at you when you say this whole month is filled. You can’t change the schedule though?? The calendar’s filled lady either get over it and settle for next month or fuck off (of course you don’t say that out loud cause you’ll get fired). Also someone yelled at you today because they didn’t like the magazine choices in the waiting room.

Anyways your day sucked and you couldn’t be happier being back in your tiny apartment to binge watch netflix stand-up comedies until you collapse. Well you say it’s your apartment but you actually have a roommate. She’s nothing like you though, she’s the epitome of responsibility. You agreed to live with her even though you met her through Craigslist because once you met her in person you deemed her genuine enough, and also found out she’s hardly ever at the apartment but she still pays rent on time?! You really hit the jackpot with her honestly. Cause you can be a little bit messy sometimes but even when she is home she never complains. The only negative side of having her as a roommate is that you never really had time to bond with her cause she’s so busy and over your league that even after a year you two still aren’t anything more than friendly acquaintances.

Alright time to get out of your work clothes and into nothing but your favorite oversized t-shirt with no pants on because that is what you deem home-appropriate attire. But before you turn on netflix your tummy is making “feed me” noises so it’s time to check the fridge. Damn no leftovers. Time to crack open one of those Trader Joe’s frozen meals you have stacked in the freezer. You blindly pick a box. Guess you’re having vegan tikka masala tonight. Not gonna lie though those frozen meals are actually not half bad. Or maybe you’ve been away from good home cooking for so long you’ve become desensitized? Who cares, you’re hungry. Also it’s Friday, so no harm in cracking open a bottle of wine right?

When you’re all settled on the couch with your favorite plush blanket on your legs, a random comedian on tv, and a full tummy, your mind drifts away. It’s Saturday tomorrow and you have the weekends off. Maybe you should do something fun for yourself to make up for the crap you had to deal with today. You text your best friend Karli. You know she’s awake since it’s only 10pm.

You: Hey girl wanna go to the beach or smth tmrw?? <3

Karli: Yaaas ok I don’t work!! What time?

You: and we can walk around all the fancy stores and get coffee from that place we love.

You: hmmm how bout meet there @11??

Karli: Sounds good sweetie want me to pick you up?

You: no its ok ill meet u there i need to buy groceries after

Karli: Kk love ya see you then!!!

You: love ya! night bby

Karli knows that when you say “go to the beach” you really mean walk along the beach and the nearby stores because it’s early June and prime tourist season. That means the sand is packed with people and their kids and the water’s probably filled with pee so you’re not really down for that. Also the expensive shops near the beach are so cute and you love walking around window shopping, pretending like you can actually afford any of the items on display.

The wine is now getting to you cause before you know it you find your eyelids getting heavy. You muster up your last ounce of strength to turn off the tv and force yourself out of the couch cause your poor back doesn’t need another excuse to keep hurting. As much as you don’t want to wash your face and brush your teeth, you have to because you don’t want makeup on your pillowcase tonight. And when you finally crawl into bed you knock out instantly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

“Oh fuck…”

You forgot that drunk you last night set an alarm today for 9am. Thank you drunk Y/N.

Why 9am? Because you need to shower and get ready, plus the beach you’re going to is near the north part of the city, which is also the expensive part of the city, meaning it’s a LONG ways from where you live. But the stores are aesthetically pleasing and it contains both you and Karli’s favorite coffee shop so you’re willing to make the 25 minute drive. Karli doesn’t have to worry though because she lives a lot closer than you do. Girl has got her shit together. Honestly you’re just glad she decided to move back after graduate school cause the long distance friend thing sucks balls.

You hop in the shower and rinse yourself awake. The weather is perfect, warm but not too hot. Unlike many people who prefer to dress up for a nice outing, you’re just the opposite. You’ve been forced to dress in nice business attire with a full face of makeup all week. Hell no are you dressing up on your days off too. It’s a sweatpants and tank top kinda day so that’s exactly what you wear. Ever since college you’ve spoiled yourself into only wearing comfy clothes whenever you have the chance and it’s become a minor problem in your life. You have some perfectly nice jeans in the closet but you haven’t worn them in forever. And you’re not gonna wear them today either. And makeup? Who needs makeup? You’ll just go barefaced since you have no one to impress. Actually just kidding maybe a little concealer just to cover up a few rough spots but that’s IT. You’re still a little self conscious and you know you have to work on that but not today.

It’s now 10:15. You grab your purse from the couch, slip on your favorite pair of slides and head to your car. You’re the kind of person who absolutely needs music when you drive so you quickly start blasting your favorite playlist. Before you know it, you’re pulling up to the beach area. Parking is hard to find on the weekend but your lucky ass managed to squeeze into a street parking spot right as someone pulls out. You lock your car and make the trek to Cozy Coffeehouse, your favorite coffee shop hands down.

Karli is already here and she’s hopping up and down, waving at you. She looks super cute today in her little black dress and fishnets. She’s had the same taste since high school and you’re glad that even a Master’s degree hasn’t stopped her from dressing all punk on her days off. You jog over and give her a quick hug.

“Hey girl look at you!! You’re so cute!” You take in her makeup and you swear if she didn’t go the corporate route she definitely should have been a makeup artist. Her eyeshadow is amazing and you’ll never ever have the blending talent that she has, nor could you ever get your eyeliner to look that sharp.

“Aw thanks! You look comfy though I’m kinda jealous now maybe I should’ve dressed down.”

“No I love your outfits! Besides, someone has to look nice in this relationship.”

You link arms and march into the cafe. It’s located near the fancy designer stores on a large hill overlooking the beach. When you step inside the whole atmosphere screams ‘cozy’, fitting its name perfectly. The interior is littered with mismatched sofas and armchairs but it somehow still looks aesthetically pleasing. Soft piano jazz is playing through speakers and when you step inside the delicious scent of freshly ground coffee beans immediately invades your nostrils.

You glance at their pastry display first. Today must be your lucky day because they have tiramisu and you absolutely love tiramisu but it’s usually sold out. No way in hell are you letting this chance slide, fuck breakfast norms you’re definitely getting a bite of that. Unfortunately you’re not a fan of sugary treats on top of sugary drinks so to balance things out you choose to order their house brew.

After you two order, you find a spot in one of the plush armchairs near the window and sit. You really are lucky today since window seats are usually taken. But not this time! You guys get to enjoy the gorgeous scenery displayed before you. The sun is bright, people are laying on the beach tanning, and kids are splashing each other with water. For the first time in awhile, you feel content with life, if only for a bit.

Before long your orders are called out and you stand up to retrieve them. Once you’re settled, you break into conversation with Karli, eager to catch up on everything that happened since you two last spoke face-to-face. You talk about work, Karli’s boyfriend Sunny, that new pizza place that opened up near your apartment that actually has really shitty pizza.

“Like seriously how do you fuck up pizza that badly?” you exclaim in between generous bites of tiramisu.

“No I get you,” Karli responds, slurping her iced mocha frappuchino, “everybody knows what pizza is supposed to taste like, I mean it’s gotta take talent to actually fuck it up to the level you’re describing girl.”

“Exactly!!” You wave your arms in the air, wanting to physically demonstrate your frustration at the situation and your passion for good pizza.

“Anyways…” Karli gently sets her drink down and takes on a more serious tone. “How are you though, honestly.”

“Hmm, me?” You swallow your last bite of tiramisu, “I’m doing good. Works ok, life’s ok. You know. Everything’s… ok.”

“I get that everything’s ‘ok’ but you know I want you to be more than ok. I want you to be happy”

You see the genuine concern in her eyes. Bless this girl for being so soft-hearted.

She continues, “And when was the last time you dated? Like, what, 2 years ago??”

Of course she has to mention dating. Karli has always been a romantic. You? Not so much. Your brain tended to err on the logical, practical side, which is not always a good idea since it keeps you away from many potential relationships.

“I date!” You scoff, but you’re not convincing anybody, least of all yourself.

“Oh really?” Her eyes widen in mock surprise, “Tinder one night stands don’t count babe. You know what I mean.”

“Well you didn’t specify…” You mumble, trying to come up with any excuse to defend your pride. You know she’s just being a good friend and that she’s asking because she cares about you, so you don’t let her questions irritate you.

“Sweetie I’m not trying to make you feel bad and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. It’s just… you mean a lot to me and you’re my bestie and I just want to see you be happy.” She takes your hand from across the table and looks you in the eyes. “We don’t get to see each other as much as we used to, so when I do I want to check in on how you’re doing.”

Then she averts her eyes, which you find highly suspicious. “Also I may or may not have found someone who I KNOW will be a perfect match for you.”

“AHA I KNEW you were leading up to something!”

“Wait but hear me out. He’s an accountant and at first I was like hmmm is he too boring for Y/N? But then I realized I was judging him by his job and that’s not cool so I talked to him and he’s, like, actually super cute and super sweet and I think you two will get along so well!” She’s speaking very fast at this point, trying to squeeze out as much information as possible before you can interject. Then she finishes with one of her signature Karli smiles, big and wide and all teeth and she knows you can’t say no to that face.

“Dammit. Fine.” You lost this round. “Alright if he wants to meet up I won’t say no. How bout that?”

“Gee that’s so thoughtful of you Y/N.” Her tone is sarcastic but she’s still smiling so you know she means no harm.

After another half hour of conversation, locked in a heated debate about food again (this time she’s defending her stance that pineapple belongs on pizza), Karli’s phone rings. The sound scares the poor girl half to death, and watching her jump a mile from her couch had you snorting into your coffee mid drink.

She looks at the caller ID, muttering under her breath, “It’s Saturday what do they want?” then glances up with a sad little pout, “Sorry Y/N it’s work gimme a sec…”

From what you can hear on her side of the conversation, something has come up and she has to head to the office right away.

“Ok I’ll be there in fifteen,” she hangs up and gives an exaggerated “Ughhhhh”. She takes one large gulp, finishing the last of her ultra sweet, ultra whipped frappuccino. “It’s like they can’t do anything when I’m not there.” She looks especially apologetic when her eyes land back on you, “I’m so sorry I have to cut this short…”

“Hey it’s ok! Duty calls ya know,” you give her a reassuring grin, hoping it passes for a smile instead of a grimace. You were really hoping to hang out today.

“No it’s not ok. We didn’t even get to walk around today! And I know how much you like to do that.” She stands up, slipping her purse onto her shoulder, “so next time I’ll plan a day where I guarantee I won’t get interrupted. It’s the least I can do.”

“Mk sounds good babe,” you give her a big hug, “Go get ‘em tiger!”

After she exits the cafe you finish the last bit of your coffee and glance out the window, staring at the people on the beach. Wow it’s really crowded down there today. You zone in on two kids attempting to build a sandcastle, but it’s too close to the water so the waves flatten it in two seconds. But it seems they didn’t learn their lesson because they keep rebuilding the castle in the same spot. Just move it further up little dudes.

You find yourself lost in thought again. Just because Karli’s suddenly busy doesn’t mean you don’t still have a whole day to yourself. You can walk around on your own. Also why not treat yourself to another drink? A fun one this time from their specials menu.

Ten minutes later you find yourself wandering around the various shops, hot hazelnut latte in hand, gazing at display after display of designer clothes and bags. Look, you may not be a huge fashion person, or have any expendable cash, but a girl can still appreciate art, especially when it’s laid out so nicely in front of you.

Speaking of art, there’s an art gallery coming up that you absolutely love. You’ve always been too afraid to go inside because you’re the type of person who feels obligated to buy something if you enter a local store and you DEFinitely can’t afford anything there. So you opt to loiter outside, like some creep, looking a little too long at the featured art through the window. This time it’s an Impressionist style painting of a ship on hazy waters with a sunset in the background. You’re no artist but you can appreciate good quality work when you see it. The piece is mesmerizing and serene, transfixing you to the spot. Before you know it, you’ve been staring for 15 whole minutes.

While admiring the artist’s use of color on the display piece, you overhear a lady raising her voice not too far away, snapping you out of your trance. It sounds like drama, so being the nosy bitch that you are, you’re definitely gonna check it out, if only to satisfy your curiosity.

“What do you mean ‘no’?! You’ll be perfect for each other!! Where’s your owner I bet he’ll listen!” At this point the lady’s voice is sounding downright aggressive.

As you shuffle closer to the scene of the noise, you spot a middle-aged, blonde lady pointing her finger at two hybrid men, almost jabbing one of them in the chest with her sharp, ruby nails. Behind her stands a gorgeous female arctic fox hybrid who clearly belongs to her as she pats her owner’s shoulders, trying to calm her down.

“I’m sorry miss but we just aren’t interested.” The taller of the two hybrids with orange hair speaks up, gently pushing the lady’s hands away. “Please leave us alone.” He’s being surprisingly calm, even after getting yelled at in public.

“Yeah lady get out of our faces,” the other white and grey haired hybrid is definitely more agitated, crossing his arms as he huffs in annoyance. You don’t blame him since the blonde lady is being ridiculously rude.

You can’t really make out the two males’ faces, since they’re turned away from you, but they are obviously hybrids. Both having incredibly bushy, soft-looking tails and tall, pointy ears sticking out of their heads.

Even if you can’t see their expressions, you can tell they’re uncomfortable with the harassment. Since you’re still somewhat unaware of the context, you stay out of the argument but decide to keep an eye on the situation in case the lady steps out of line. You’re just slightly around the corner, able to stay a safe distance away so that no one, especially the lady, can catch you eavesdropping. Pretending to admire the Gucci purses displayed in front of the shop you’re now standing at, and almost choking at the price, you cautiously side-eye blondie as she refuses to back down from the hybrid boys.

“Listen here you rude little pets, I’m not leaving you alone until I see your owner. My Sylvia here,” she gestures to the fox hybrid behind her, “would make a perfect partner for you.” She pokes the orange haired hybrid again, “I’ve been searching so long for her to find a mate and I’m not giving you up! Now where the hell is your owner!”

What the fuck?! How dare this lady talk to them like that? And in public no less! You now know exactly why she’s yelling at them. Working at a private hybrid clinic has opened your eyes to the harsh world of hybrids, and their selfish, rich owners. It’s not uncommon for owners to negotiate with each other and breed their hybrids. If two pretty hybrids mate, their children can be sold for loads of money. It's cruel and disgusting, with many of the children sold off before they can even get to know their parents. You’re all too familiar with this tradition, often catching owners in the waiting room of your clinic discussing in whispers about buying and selling hybrid children as if they’re livestock.

“Hey what the fuck did you call us?!” The white and grey hybrid is now also raising his voice. “Listen you wrinkly bi…!” He is quickly silenced by the orange hybrid, who abruptly clamps his hand over his buddy’s mouth.

Orange hair clears his throat. “What he means is, we don’t appreciate the tone you’re using with us. Please leave us alone ma’am. We’ll be on our way. Goodbye.” They attempt to brush past her.

“Hey hold on a minute! I’m not done with you!!” This lady even has the balls to grab onto orange hair’s arm. “I demand to speak to your owner!” Then some sort of realization dawns upon her because her eyes go wide, then quickly narrow. “And where are your collars? Aren’t owned hybrids supposed to have collars on? You know I just might have to call Hybrid Services.”

You can see the boys visibly tense at her words as she sports a satisfied smirk. Poor Sylvia is now gently tugging on her shirt. “Please calm down, miss…” she says desperately trying to remedy the situation.

Before you know it, and without any plan of action, you round the corner and march up to the boys, standing defensively in front of them.

“Um…” You gulp, then clear your throat, speaking in what you hope is a more confident tone. “Sorry I took so long guys! You wouldn’t believe the line at the coffee shop!”

#bts fic #bts hybrid au #hoseok fanfic #yoongi fanfic #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfction #hybrid hoseok #hybrid yoongi #bts hybrid fic

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mychemicalficrecs · 5 years ago

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hi!! i’ve been super into meet- cute fics recently, any frerard or rikey ones u know of? :o tyyy 💝

Hi Nonny!

Unfortunately, I couldn't find many for Ray/Mikey but Frank/Gerard gives us a little more options ;)

Meet-Cutes

you wanna get it for free by akamine_chan, Ray/Mikey, 2k, Explicit. Ray's a wrestler, you see...

The Fundamental Theorem of Philosophically Inclined Music Majors or How Mikey Way Almost Invented the Flux Capacitor by notthequiettype, Ray/Mikey, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. College AU. Ray's writing his senior thesis; Mikey's just the TA to help him.

Gerard Way, For Skeleton Crew Fashions by desert_neon (sproutgirl), Frank/Gerard, 6k, General Audiences. Fashion designer Gerard gets his big break when he's hired to create a new collection for Frank Iero's Skeleton Crew Fashions, just in time for fashion week.

Familiar by kyOMG, Frank/Gerard, 2k, Mature. Gerard really, really, really hated cats. Yeah, yeah, he knows—He’s a witch. Cats, witches… they are supposed to like each other, right? Well, Gerard really doesn’t like them. Like, at all. They were whiny and boring and rude. If they could talk they’d probably tell Gerard that he stunk and that he was the worst witch they had ever seen. So what if he didn’t like to shower and his spells usually turned his hair (or Mikey’s) green?

Veins Are Red, Veins Are Blue by dear_monday, Frank/Gerard, 8k, Explicit. There's a little button up at the top of the page, marked "gallery", and Gerard clicks on it. It presents him with a handful of different names, presumably the artists in residence, and he skims down the list until he spots it: Frank Iero (horror/gore, traditional American designs). Iero, Gerard thinks, rolling the name around his head like a rosary bead in his palm. Of course the fucker is Italian, because the world is cruel and Gerard's life is hard. With a deep, tortured sigh, he clicks on Frank's name. In which Frank is a tattoo artist and Gerard is a fearsome and terrifying undead creature of the night. Sort of.

Got another dime for your telephone by autoschediastic, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Explicit. Totally, of course. A sex alien named Gerard dropped out of the sky to watch him jerk off. No way is his brain making this shit up.

By the Book by mrsronweasley, Frank/Gerard, 10k, Explicit. Frank Iero, the new English teacher, starts a teachers' book club. Wackiness (and dubious literary analysis) ensues.

Magic Hours by annemari, Frank/Gerard, 8k, Teen And Up Audiences. "What the fuck?" Gerard asks, weakly. His heart's still trying to beat its way out of his chest. He's honestly used to dealing with ghosts by now, but he always startles when they do their whole "turning up out of nowhere to spook you to death" shtick. Also, this guy's not a ghost. So, seriously, what the fuck. "Who the fuck are you?" the guy asks, and Gerard splutters, because hey, this is their haunted house, so technically they're the ones who should be asking that.

Faint of Heart by pikasafire, Frank/Gerard, 14k, Teen And Up Audiences. Ridiculous pathology!AU In autopsy, it is not a matter of life and death, it's a matter of DEATH AND LOVE! Frank Iero, the new registrar in the mortuary at Mercy hospital, was not expecting autopsy to be sexy, but he also wasn't expecting his hot new boss, Gerard Way. Featuring Cobra Funerals, sap, death by papercuts and LIFE THREATENING SITUATIONS (that don't necessarily involve corpses).

Mixed Bathing at Home by Bexless, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. it is a pointless AU where gerard writes comics and frank is in leathermouth, but there is no mcr. gerard gets his toe stuck in a faucet and frank rescues him.

On the Midtown Direct by mistresscurvy, Frank/Gerard, 23k, Explicit. Gerard Way has a system: a system for managing his life as a city architect, a system for being a single man living in a house in Jersey he still thinks of as his grandmother's and not his own, a system for finding one of the four solo seats in each car on the train into Manhattan every morning. He likes his system. It works. His system derails when Frank Iero sits across from him on the 7:59 Midtown Direct one sunny morning in May. A love story, one train ride at a time.

The Cruelty-Free Sausagefests of Pleathermouth Vegan Cafe by jedusaur, Frank/Gerard, 5k, Mature. Pleathermouth Vegan Cafe, says the sign in front of the next place on Gerard's job-seeking list, and he decides that it may be prudent to finish his cheeseburger before entering.

Any Place You’ll Allow (Rogues & Queens) by AirgiodSLV, Frank/Gerard, 21k, Explicit. Shit, he has no idea what the guy’s name is. He doesn’t think ‘you again’ is the sort of employee service Travis is hoping for.

Headfirst for Halos, P.I. by behindskylines (deanlovessammymorethanpie), Frank/Gerard, 4k, Teen And Up Audiences. “For the last time, Gerard,” Ray sighs, because he knows, deep down, that it won’t be, “we’re not ghostbusters.��

A Latte and a Cookie by mistresscurvy, Frank/Gerard, 3k, Explicit. The first half a dozen or so times that Gerard stops by the Starbucks closest to SVA, he's so desperate to get the caffeine into his system he doesn't even notice the guy behind the counter. Nor does he pay much attention to the fact that his cup seems to magically refill itself a couple of times while he's hunched over one of the tables and drawing steadily, his headphones on. He's busy, okay — his winter project is due in less than six weeks, and he is screwed. Royally, completely and without question. The cookies, though. The cookies he notices. He just doesn't know what the fuck they mean.

By the Numbers by shoemaster, Frank/Gerard, 7k, Teen And Up Audiences. Accountant AU! Frank is an accountant, Gerard is an artist. Romcom ensues

Coffee of Contention: the War of Caffeinated Interdependence by ElizaStyx, Frank/Gerard, 2k, General Audiences. Coffee. The only thing that matters. Lifeblood in a glorious form. Truly the only thing that Gerard needs. And one that's right there, ready to be claimed. Oh, the whole heaven at his fingertips...That is, until this dude barges in and claims it as his own, shattering Gerard's whole world into pieces. This can only mean one thing. A war.

Do You Remember That Day When We Met? by MyChemicalFallOutBoyRomance, Frank/Gerard, 4k, Not Rated. Gerard is trying to be a good brother... especially when the guy at the dog park catches his eye.

#ray/mikey #rikey #frank/gerard #frerard #fic rec list #meet-cute

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btsvt-adventures · 5 years ago

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Tutor AU - Hitting The Notes

A/n: Surprise surprise I’m not dead lmao... just hit a horrible writer’s block and i’m trying to get back into it without bashing my head against the wall. Also y’know... Christmas and life in general just got in the way. ANYWAY ENOUGH RAMBLING I HOPE U ENJOY~~

Warning: A teeeensy bit nfsw towards the end but it’s nothing too bad

Pairing: Seungcheol x Jisoo (Cheolsoo)

Word Count: 2,200

Want to request a pairing? You can ask right here!

Tutor AU: The English Tutor | Hitting The Notes

Jisoo wonders if Seungcheol is just messing with him, or if his English is really that dismal. He’s been tutoring the soccer player for a little over three months, and Seungcheol is somehow still struggling with grammatical order. In a last ditch effort to not get Seungcheol benched for the rest of the season, Jisoo’s offered extra sessions at his place, for the price of food and his favourite Starbucks drink.

Even Jeonghan didn’t struggle this much with grammar, Jisoo grumbles internally, puttering around the house while waiting for Seungcheol to arrive.

To: Seungcheol (Tutee)

From: Jisoo

You’re late.

Before he can press send, he hears incessant knocking, and hurries to answer it before Seungcheol punches a hole through his door.

“Sorry I’m late! Your coffee order took so long today,” Seungcheol beams brightly, struggling to take off his shoes while balancing Jisoo’s drink, his mountain of books, and himself. Jisoo snickers, graciously accepting the drink and helping Seungcheol with his books, spreading them out on the table, glancing at the work Seungcheol’s (attempted) to do.

Seungcheol watches Jisoo glance over his study material, heart stuttering a little when he sees how genuinely invested he is in helping Seungcheol pass his stupid English module. It makes him feel the slightest bit guilty, because he knows he could be trying harder, but English is just so … confusing, not to mention frustrating.

He flops down into the chair opposite Jisoo, grinning a little when the cellist jerks, eyes wide and startled. His expression shifts, and Seungcheol can’t help but giggle at how adorably disgruntled his crush tutor looks. Jisoo simply wrinkles his nose at Seungcheol’s antics, before turning his attention to Seungcheol’s textbook, mentally preparing himself to go through the grammar lesson.

Again.

For the fourth time.

An hour later, and Jisoo wants to knock himself out. He knows Seungcheol’s trying, but he genuinely doesn’t know how else to explain English to the soccer player anymore, grammar or otherwise. Seungcheol tries again, frowning as he tries to string a sentence together, face falling when he sees Jisoo try and hide a wince.

“I’m sorry my pronunciation is trash,” he sighs, slumping defeatedly, and Jisoo shakes his head, patting Seungcheol’s hand comfortingly.

“It’s not. Korean and English are spoken so differently. In Korean when you say three separate words they’re three words, but in English it can sound like one, it’s normal that you’re struggling,” Jisoo murmurs, and Seungcheol shoots him a small, grateful smile that makes Jisoo’s heart soar.

“How about we take a break? You can go order food or something, I can tune and practice my cello a little before we finish up,” Jisoo offers, and Seungcheol brightens at the prospect of food. He bounces out of his seat, heading to the fridge to see if Jisoo has any particular preferences, grinning excitedly when he sees Crazy Chicken’s flyer pinned on the fridge with a tiny guitar magnet.

“Jisoo-ya,” Seungcheol calls out, nearly squealing when Jisoo’s head pops into view.

Holy fuck how is someone so damn cute so effortlessly?

“Are you up for some chicken?” he asks, waving around the Crazy Chicken flyer. Jisoo stares at him for a second, before he grins knowingly, and Seungcheol’s stomach fills with dread.

“Ask me that in English,” he smirks, and Seungcheol resists the urge to flip him off. Of all the things he could’ve said, Jisoo was really threatening him with food, how dare

“Uh chicken eat –“ Seungcheol pauses, trying to sort out the mess of Korean and English in his brain, frowning when the words make sense in neither language. “… want you?” he finishes lamely, wincing when Jisoo stares at him silently.

“You… want… chicken… eat?” He tries again, hesitantly mimicking the sounds he’s been hearing and learning over the last few weeks.

Jisoo sighs, rubbing his temples, and Seungcheol feels a stab of guilt. He should really work harder, then maybe Jisoo wouldn’t be so disappointed all the time.

Maybe I can ask Hansol for extra help, he muses silently, snapping back to attention when he hears Jisoo speaking again.

“… tune my cello, so you can go ahead and order for both of us.”

Jisoo disappears into his little study room, and Seungcheol stands there, wondering how the hell Jisoo still has patience with his dumb ass. He sighs, ordering two portions of chicken before waiting awkwardly in Jisoo’s kitchen, idly looking around. He peeks at the photos on the fridge, smiling fondly when he sees a young Jisoo, standing proudly with his cello, a bright, carefree smile plastered across his face. He spots another photo, instantly recognizing his best friend, who has his arm draped over Jisoo’s wonderfully slim shoulders.

Stupid Yoon, messing with my love life like this, he grumbles, leaving the kitchen to wait on the sofa.

Awkwardly.

He can hear faint strains of music as Jisoo tunes his cello (whatever tuning a cello even means). He really shouldn’t stare at Jisoo right??? It’s weird to stare at someone while they practice, and the last thing Seungcheol wants is for Jisoo to think he’s weird. Jisoo might get upset and think it’s rude (god he hopes not), but.. a little peek couldn’t possibly hurt anyone… right?

Wrong.

He’s pretty sure he’s having a heart attack. Or he’s about to have a panic attack. Or he’s had too much caffeine. Either way, Seungcheol’s heart nearly throws itself out of his chest when he sees Jisoo bent over his cello, brows furrowed adorably as he fiddles with the strings, face lighting up when he gets it just right. He leans against the wall, not-so-subtly watching as Jisoo loses himself to the music, suppressing a shiver at the deep, rich timbre notes filling the apartment.

Seungcheol’s enchanted with the way Jisoo’s fingers slide so effortlessly over the strings, how they pluck the strings with precision and ease. His eyes follow the way and Seungcheol’s mind goes… places.

He could so play me like that if he wanted.

Seungcheol pushes the thought away, but his mind drifts into dangerous territory, and he’s immediately warm, thinking of Jisoo’s fingers sliding over him effortlessly, the pretty sounds he’d let out when Jisoo brushed his sweet spots. He gulps, wiping his palms on his pants, glaring down at his traitorous half-hard dick, nearly whimpering when Jisoo strums the cello strings, long, elegant fingers dancing along the cello’s neck.

He’s so entranced by Jisoo’s playing he nearly brains himself on the wall when the doorbell trills suddenly. He can’t help but pout when he hears Jisoo’s playing stop, cheeks heating up when he realizes he’s just standing there.

“I’ll-I’ll get it!” Seungcheol stammers, and Jisoo watches in amusement as his student nearly trips over his own feet in his haste to get to the door. He knows (read: hopes) Seungcheol was watching him play. He knows he shouldn’t, but his feelings for the jock pretty much smacked him in the face, and now every time Seungcheol speaks, he just wants to kiss those soft plush lips, wants to stroke his cheek and tell him he’s doing great, hold his soft hands and go on cute little coffee dates, and god, Jisoo might be all calm and cool on the outside, but inside he’s a fucking mess.

(He really, really, hopes the jock likes him back.)

“Jisoo-ya, the chicken’s here, I’ll set up at the dining table, okay?” Seungcheol’s voice travels easily from the door, and Jisoo’s heart flutters a little. He carefully sets his cello and bow in its case, strategically away from any potential accidents, especially one named Choi Seungcheol.

He settles at the table, watching as Seungcheol deftly splits the drinks and food between the both of them, and Jisoo can’t hold in a fond chuckle. Seungcheol looks up, head tilted adorably in confusion, and Jisoo’s heart stutters so hard he can’t breathe for a second. He can feel his cheeks heating up when Seungcheol’s eyes bore into his.

“I-It’s nothing, you’re just very familiar with how to split portions of chicken,” Jisoo stammers, giggling shyly when Seungcheol turns the absolute prettiest pink, laughing nervously as he finishes up.

“I’m the youngest back home, so I usually offer to portion everything so I get a fair share,” he hums, settling himself in the chair next to Jisoo. “Not that it makes a big difference, hyung would always give me more,” he grins softly, and Jisoo’s heart melts.

“You and your family are close?” Jisoo asks, picking up a chicken drum and biting into it, yelping when he realizes it’s still really fucking hot. Seungcheol bursts out laughing, setting his own piece down onto his plate while Jisoo fans his poor burnt mouth.

Jisoo shoots the still-laughing seungcheol a look, purposely kicking out his foot, feeling a little thrill of satisfaction when Seungcheol yelps. He pouts at Jisoo, rubbing his shin while grumbling under his breath about the innocent ones being the most violent, and Jisoo shoots him a dangerously sweet smile.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?” he murmurs, and Seungcheol shakes his head vigorously, taking a bite of his chicken so he doesn’t have to say anything else. Jisoo chuckles, turning his attention to his chicken because he’s absolutely starving.

They eat in comfortable silence, occasionally striking conversation about Jisoo’s life back in the states, and Seungcheol’s life back in Daegu. It’s refreshingly simple, and oddly domestic. Seungcheol’s heart aches when he sees Jisoo’s eyes get the slightest bit misty as he talks about his mom halfway around the world.

“I know how hard it is,” Seungcheol murmurs, reaching out and taking Jisoo’s hand, not minding that his hand is greasy from the chicken. “It’s especially hard when you’ve had a bad day, and all you want is your mom’s cooking, or just having someone to talk to,” he sighs, and Jisoo laughs, a light, airy sound, but Seungcheol can hear the sadness, and it hurts.

“Yeah, it is nice,” he murmurs, glancing at Seungcheol, cheeks flushing with colour. “It’s nice, especially with someone who makes you happy,” he breathes, and Seungcheol’s grip tightens on his hand. He glances up in confusion, a breathless gasp escaping when he feels Seungcheol’s lips against his.

Oh my god he’s kissing me

Oh my god I’m kissing him

Seungchol’s not sure what pushed him to do it, but he just desperately wanted to take Jisoo’s sadness away, and he figured, guessed hoped that it would help calm him down at least a little bit. It’s a brief touch, barely a kiss, but Seungcheol can feel his heart racing, already craving for more. He pulls away, licking his lips nervously as he stares at Jisoo.

“I-”

Seungcheol doesn’t get to finish his sentence. Jisoo leans forward, pressing his lips to Seungcheol’s in a sweet kiss, hands finding their way into his hair as he presses himself closer, tongue swiping tentatively at the seam of Seungcheol’s soft, plush lips. Jisoo whines, a hoarse, husky sound in the back of his throat, and pulls away, pupils dilated as he Seungcheol doesn’t hesitate to press his lips against Jisoo’s slender neck, sucking marks hungrily, reveling in the breathless, hitched sounds Jisoo makes.

“C-Cheol,” Jisoo whines, and Seungcheol makes a guttural sound. He pulls Jisoo into his lap, ignoring the younger’s gasp, far more interested in Jisoo’s pretty mark-free collarbone. His hands rest possessively on his hips, groaning when he feels Jisoo’s ass pressed right against his length.

Jisoo melts in Seungcheol’s arms, reduced to nothing but quiet whimpers and breathless cries as he’s worked into a frenzy, shaking and shuddering in the footballer’s lap. He wants to stop it, knows he should before they go too far and have a chance to talk, but fuck, Seungcheol’s lips are positvely sinful, hungrily marking up every inch of skin he can find.

He’s not sure how long they spend discovering one another, (or how they migrated from the kitchen into Jisoo’s room, sans clothes) but Seungcheol’s heart is soaring with happiness. Jisoo’s curled up next to him, dozing comfortably in his arms, and Seungcheol can’t help the silly grin plastered on his face. He leans down, pressing a kiss to his lover’s (boyfriends?) forehead, wincing slightly when he sees those pretty brown eyes peer up at him sleepily.

“Hi,” he breathes, and Jisoo gifts him with a fond, gentle smile.

“Hi,” he murmurs back, burrowing deeper into Seungcheol’s warmth. “We… we still have to finish up our session,” he sighs, and Seungcheol groans, head buried into Jisoo’s fluffy bedhead hair. Jisoo laughs, one hand coming up to stroke his head, reassuring him that he’ll get through the final exam just fine.

“I’m really sorry my English is so trash” Seungcheol sighs. “I’ll work harder, promise!” he exclaims, pulling away reluctantly so they can begin their work again. Jisoo snorts, waving his apology away.

“Don’t worry about it, honestly,” jisoo manages between his laughter. “You’re already doing better than Hannie. His English is … let’s just say you’re doing better,” he winks, and Seungcheol can’t help but steal another kiss.

Homework can wait. There are far more important things (like the hot boy in his bed right now) to do.

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gimmeyoon · 5 years ago

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Tag Game

tagged by: @ddaenggtan whom I love and is one half of two spider-man’s pointing at each other

:: nickname(s): B, BayB, Sherbert (Based on my real name this is risky), Bob (Because my phone autocorrects BB to Bob and so my best friend and I call each other that).

:: bias: In BTS, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jungkook (Because I am a whore)

:: blood type: I genuinely do not know, I think A+ .....

:: favourite food: Tofu and rice from a very specific Chinese place near my undergrad school OR from Sticky Rice, Asparagus, Pasta of any type, Tofurky sandwich

:: birthday: March 11, 1997

:: zodiac: Pisces Sun, Aries Moon, Sagittarius Rising

:: pronouns: she/her

:: hair length: OKAY right now it is SO LONG I’ve had short hair since I started senior year of High School, and now, 6 years later, my hair is an inch or 2 past my shoulders (I think I should cut it)

:: height: i am 5′3″ and one time I said “tall people should always be afraid” as I stood on a stool because BEING THAT HIGH UP IS SCARY

:: a crush: I have a new crush every room I walk into I am hopeless also what ever happened to Alex the regular that I blushed around why did he stop coming to my Starbucks Alex I miss you

:: what do you like about yourself: I like my style and my confidence. I took me a really long time to feel good about myself, but I feel like I’m finally as confident as everyone always thought I was. I like my creativity and how empathetic I am.

:: left or right handed: I am right handed but live in fear that I was supposed to be left handed based on my mom’s haunted memory of taking the marker out of my left hand as a child and putting it into my right and immediately regretting it.

:: list of 3 favourite colours: CURRENTLY: pastel pink, neon green, and pastel purple

:: (right now) eating: nothing, but I have a Mediterranean grain bowl from Panera in front of me for later so I could use their wifi

:: (right now) drinking: Starbucks venti iced coffee with soy, light ice, and 3 pumps of cinnamon dolce syrup.

:: i’m about to: start planning for Spring semester which starts tomorrow!

:: listening to: my Korean music playlist, which is named 음악, because Google translate told me that’s how you write music in Korean, if it’s wrong please tell me I don’t want to be embarrassed. It’s my most listened to playlist and more specifically I am listening to Tell Me What To Do by SHINee

:: kids: Does my cat count? I call her my baby and her name is Mochi. Or is this like do I want to have them? Yes, I have wanted to be a mom since I was very little, but that’s also maybe because of child hood trauma that we do not have time to unpack, anyways I always pictured myself as a mom but like not as a wife? So kids even if I’m a single mom.

:: get married: LMAO according to the above I am not like that invested in it, but also I am down to get married one day. I’m genuinely happy alone and I don’t actively seek out romantic relationships BUT ALSO I WANT TO BE LOVED DAMN IT. Idk one day but no time soon.

:: recent phone call: My mom because she face timed me and I could tell it was a butt dial and I was right.

:: (have u ever) dated someone twice: No. I am the type of person that is done when I’m done and my mind isn’t going to be changed. Also I never liked anyone I dated that much OOP.

:: been cheated on: Probably, like they swore to the end that they didn’t, but he immediately started dating the girl (my best friend) that I swore he was cheating on me with SO LIKE EMOTIONALLY YES.

:: kissed someone and regretted it: Literally one of my boyfriends, and yet even after regretting the kiss I DATED HIM WHAT THE HELL

:: lost someone special: Yes. No way to make this entertaining or funny sorry.

:: been depressed: We are thicc into the effects of seasonal affective disorder SO YES (I’m sorry that effects my work on this blog and is proof that being depressed TM does not make you a better artist I CANT DO SHIT RIGHT NOW)

:: been drunk and thrown up: OKAY so yes, the first time was my freshman year of college and I WAS WASTED, and then not again until MY SENIOR YEAR where I would be LEGALLY ALLOWED TO DRINK. I learned the hard way that when I am out and my friend says WHO WANTS TO DO SHOTS if my immediate answer is yes, it should be no, because I never want to take a shot unless I am already too drunk.

:: had glasses or contacts: I have both! I’ve had glasses since the first grade and I got contacts in the 7th grade, which I prefer because I like seeing in my peripheral.

:: had sex on the first date: well as a Virgin TM, no

:: broken someone’s heart: Yes, and I am not sorry OOP

:: turned someone down: Yes, and it is always awkward I hate it

:: cried when someone died: Yes, every time

:: fallen for a friend: Yes, refer back to I have a new crush every room I enter

:: (in the last year have you) made a new friend: YES, I moved to a whole new state and made friends on this here website

:: laughed until u cried: Yes and its one of my favorite emotions

:: met someone who changed u: I think everyone we truly get to know and meet changes us in some way.

:: found out who your true friends were: Yes and that shit hurted

:: found out someone was talking about you: Probably, I am pretty oblivious to things like that, so I could genuinely never realize.

:: lips or eyes: Eyes I guess. I’ve never thought about it but I guess I think more about eyes than lips when it comes to a person.

:: hugs or kisses: Kisses are great but HUGS hit DIFFERENT. You can kiss random people and it means nothing except hey you’re hot, but THE THOUGHT of the person I love hugging me tight EUPHORIC

:: romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous romantic gestures

:: hookup or relationship: Relationship, even though like to think I’m a bad bitch that can’t be locked down, I also need to be comfortable with a person before I can be intimate.

:: first best friend: from birth until the beginning of high school, growing apart from her was worse than any break-up I’ve ever had and I still think about how my mom held me in the car while I cried about the end of our friendship.

:: surgery: nope

:: sports i joined: I did Softball and basketball until high school, played JV volleyball for one year in the 8th grade, and then after that I was a Cheerleader.

:: do u believe in yourself: Sometimes. Recently when Fall semester ended I thought I did really poorly on my final papers, but when I presented in both classes people were really impressed. I had even started to wonder if trying to get my PhD was unrealistic. I think it was the reminder I needed that I am smart and strong and I can do most things if I set my mind to them, so I’m dedicated to believing in myself in 2020.

:: miracles: I don’t know. Maybe. I hate to take a strong stance and say no, but I’ve also never seen one.

:: love at first sight: I believe in like at first sight, but not love. Love is a verb and requires work. Love is so much more than just seeing someone, it involves looking into their soul and saying I recognize the light in you and I love it.

:: heaven: I was raised religious but idk man. It’s crazy because of how strongly I felt about this 6 years ago.

:: do u have any pets: My parents have a dog that I lived with until 6 months ago and I have a cat. I want another cat uwu.

:: do u want to change your name: No, I love my name. But my alias on here, I think about changing it all the time.

:: what did u do for your last birthday: I went out with my friends, and did really cute makeup, and was really feeling myself.

:: what time did u wake up today: I got to sleep in since I had the day off, so 10:00 am.

:: what were u doing last night at midnight: Sleeping my dude, I passed out at like 10:00 pm

:: something i can’t wait for: my whole life I’ve been waiting to live the life I want to live, and I know this is a sad thing to say, but I still feel that way. It’s hard to change my mentality, but I’m very future focused.

:: last time u saw your mum: AHHH recently! My parents came up last week and I got to see them for the first time since November, and my mom cried WHEN SHE WALKED INTO MY APARTMENT

:: what is one thing u wish u could change about your life: I wish I could finally make a solid group of friends where I currently live, but I am very nervous about it and I don’t put myself out there ooof I also would like to stop procrastinating the things I want to do like my YouTube channel and I want to stop being depressed and I want to go to NYC more often

I’d like to tag…. @strawbxxymilk @honiboyyoon @helpitskpop @sketchguk

#I love to ramble and these tag games always prove that sorry #Moots #tag you're it #about b

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chxronica · 6 years ago

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Weeds Are Flowers Too ( Once You Get To Know Them ) - VIII

⌯ Rating ⌯ Mature ⌯ ⌯ Word Count ⌯ 2580 ⌯ ⌯ Summary ⌯ Cheryl and Toni talk bout the previous nights confession ⌯ ⌯ A/N ⌯ im as surprised as u r lbr ⌯ ⌯ im too lazy to link the other chapters an its 4 am so ao3 ⌯

Once again Cheryl woke up with a pounding headache and a hangover, the only difference being the fact that she couldn’t remember much of the night. After dancing with Veronica and seeing Toni, it’s pretty much a blank slate. Which means hopefully she didn’t do anything stupid in the time that she couldn’t remember, yet knowing her she always managed to do something stupid when she got blackout drunk. Hence why she was quick to roll over and make sure that there was no one in her bed this time around.

A small sigh of relief left the redhead girl when she knew that no one was in her bed and that no one was in her house. She rolled back onto her back, staring up at the white ceiling as she thought. She was trying to remember the most about the previous night but none of it was coming back to her, the thing that was coming back to her though was sleep. Clearly, she had an eventful night if she was still tired, but there was no sleep as her phone went off.

A groan escaped her parted lips as she reached for the phone, not even looking at the contact name she denied the call. But there was another one right after that so she knew that it was the young girl she had taken under her wing. “What Dani?” She said, a small tone of annoyance in her voice as she spoke to her. In all honesty, their relationship had always been a little bit on the younger and older sister side, so this wasn’t abnormal for them. “You said I could work today and you’re not here.” At her words, she realized that it was both Sunday and that she was running late. She knew very well that by the time she was ready to go she was going to miss some of the usual old ladies that came every Sunday morning. So with a soft sigh, she was probably about to do one of the more regrettable things she going to do all day, mostly because she didn’t fully trust the young girl to run her shop.

“You can open up today.”

“Yay, love you!” “Love you too Dani.” She mumbled before hanging up on the girl, rolling over in bed and putting a pillow of her head. If she was being honest, Cheryl could easily fall back to sleep but she had no intention of doing that because Dani running the store meant bad things. So she dramatically rolled out her bed with a small groan, making her way to the bathroom so that she could shower and not show up smelling like alcohol.

Once she was showered and dressed she made he way to the kitchen to find something to eat before she had to face a long day of working with a hangover. Unable to find anything she let out a frustrated groan, adding grocery shopping to the list of things she had to do that day. So she grabbed her keys and decided that she could make a stop at Starbucks and be a few more minutes late to the start of her usual Sunday morning.

There was nothing that Cheryl hated more than being late, besides imbeciles, still if she was going to be late she would at least come to work fed. It was pointless to be running late and not eat, an extra ten minutes wasn’t going to kill her. Granted she was about two hours late, but that just made the ten minutes seem like a lot less time compared to if she was fifteen minutes late.

So, once she had food she found her way to the shop, her head still pounding as an excited Dani ran over to her and gave her a hug. She was happy to see the younger girl, but her headache had different feelings about the excited greeting that she had been given. Still, she gave the excitable girl a hug back, using one hand as to make sure that her coffee wasn’t spilled on the floor–– that was the last thing that she needed right about now.

With a hum she pulled away, examining her shop to make sure that there was no damage to be found to both the structure and the delicate flowers that sat on the shelves. Satisfied with finding nothing wrong she started walking back to her office, letting her heels click on the tile as she walked away. “Maybe I should let you open up more often, you didn’t do a terrible job.” She teased lightly as she set her things down.

Once she was back out in the main part of the shop she went to check on the cash to make sure that it was all set, only to find a blushing Riley sitting behind the counter with an apron on. “Oh hello Riley, you making yourself at home?” A questioning eyebrow raised at the girl as she waited for an answer, looking over at her little sister too as a smirk played on her features.

“I was bored and I wanted something to do- Wait! I don’t mean do as in sex, I mean do as in keep me company! Flowers are nice and all but you can’t have a conversation with them, plus they aren’t as cute as Riley is.” There was a bright blush on Dani’s cheeks as she rambled to the older redhead, not sure what to do about the whole thing. It was cute and it reminded Cheryl of the numerous times she had re-explained herself when she was in college, mostly when she was talking to the hot professor that taught her business class.

So, Cheryl only gave her a small smirk before going to grab her own apron to throw over her body. “What I’m hearing is Riley is looking for a no-pay job?” She said, continuing to tease the two of them as she made a mental note to offer the other girl a job. Paying her wouldn’t be a problem, the only reason that Cheryl was generally the only one who worked there that she didn’t need to extra hands. Still she was willing to make room for those that she cared about.

“No!” Riley exclaimed, standing up to her full height of 5’9”, which was granted taller than the other redhead in the room. “I mean, I would love pay.” The girl gave her a big grin, always being a happy and energetic person. She was a hot-shot sports player so it kind of went with everything really well, actually everything about Riley was a little too put together but Cheryl never thought much of it–– That would change within the next few months though.

Still, Cheryl gave her a smile back but before she could reply there was a ring the bell that told them that a customer had just walked in. All three pair of eyes go to the person at the door, and of course, it’s the one person that the eldest redhead tried so hard to avoid when she could. Which is why the smile that had been on her features had fallen so that her face was almost completely rid of any emotions. “How can I help you?”

There was an easy smirk on Toni’s features, which annoyed Cheryl because she looked so smug but also so hot at the same time and it left her as one ball of confusion. “Can I talk to you? In private.” She threw in a wink as she ended her sentence, mostly for the entertainment of the two teenagers who were shoving Cheryl towards the door without much hesitation.

“Go take a walk, we can man- or should I say, woman?- the shop for another twenty minutes, we’ve done okay so far.” Despite the fact that Dani seemed to be trying to convince to Cheryl, she was really just hoping that if she talked enough that her boss wouldn’t try and protest against the going. “Plus the fresh air will do the hangover wonders even if you don’t want to admit it and going on a walk will be great cardio- that you need because you skipped Sunday morning yoga.”

Cheryl didn’t attempt to protest as she listened to the younger girl talk, only shaking her head in response to be shoved out of the door of her own flower shop. “You better not burn down my place in the twenty minutes this walk takes.” She gives them a stern look before rolling her eyes at the smug look that remained on the face of the tattoo artist. “Stop looking so smug, I don’t even want to talk you.”

This got a nice chuckle out of the shorter girl as they began there walk down the quiet street where they both worked. It wasn’t the fanciest place in the city but it was definitely on the more upscale side of things, which is why Cheryl wondered how there was a tattoo shop that had found its way next to her simple flower shop.

“If you didn’t want to talk to me then why did you agree to leave your shop so easily?” The tattoo artist is quick to challenge, raising a perfectly manicured eyebrow in the direction of the redhead. Yeah, she could not tease her but she liked how flustered she could make the girl and how fast she could do it. The previous night had left her blushing and now she felt like she needed to make up for that. So, she was going to tease Cheryl and try her hardest to make her blush.

Her tactic worked, of course, worked and the redhead’s face was quick to match her hair. “Well, you see, uhhhh, the cardio is really good for me and Dani was right, I did skip my morning yoga and you know, fresh air can really cure a hangover.” Turning into a sputtering mess she tried her best to come up with any excuse for the walk that wasn’t she wanted to talk to the girl who was walking beside her.

“Mhmm, whatever you say, Blossom.” The doubt was clear in Toni’s tone as she spoke, her step easily falling in line with the girl she was walking by. After the previous night, she knew how the girl felt for her but she also wanted to see if she felt the same way for her when she was sober. The difference in sobriety could really affect the way that a person felt towards another human being. “So you’re nursing a hangover, do you remember anything from last night?”

The smirk that remained on Toni’s features turned to a concerned look as she asked her the question though, which sent a warm wave through Cheryl’s body. It was the idea that Toni cared enough to ask that left her cheeks an even brighter red than they previously were. “Oh uh, not really. I haven’t tried to remember yet.” She gave her a sheepish smile as she decided to not think back on the night before.

It was those words that made a small frown form on Toni’s features, only for a brief moment before it was out of sight and replaced with a teasing smirk. She could live with the fact that the feelings were nothing more than acting on drunk impulsive, but she hated that she got her hopes up for something. “Damn, Cheryl Blossom must not mess around when it comes to clubbing.” Her voice was light, hiding the slight twinge of sadness that she felt.

“We should part here, I just remembered I have an appointment. Call me if you remember our run in from last night.” With a wink, the tattoo artist turned on her heel and started her walk back to the tattoo shop. It was that moment that the previous night's memories came flooding into her brain, now that she was actually thinking past the pounding headache that was the byproduct of the night.

It took her through the start of it all and eventually ended with being dropped off by the girl who was currently walking away from her. There was a small tingling feeling in her lips as she remembered the previous kiss and the kiss before that. A lot happened the previous night and she knew she was going to have to face it eventually, but her brain didn’t want to focus on that.

Yet, her body seemed to have a mind of its own as she moved to grab onto Toni’s wrist and pull her back for a kiss. It was in public and if anyone she knew saw her she was going to have to deal with that, but she didn’t feel herself pull away as she kissed the tattoo artist. Her mind was screaming about how she shouldn’t be doing this but her body had control as her hands found the other girl’s cheeks.

The redhead essentially melted into the kiss that she started, not actually having enough confidence to continue being the aggressor through the whole kiss. Which was probably why she was the first one to pull away, her cheeks the reddest they had ever been and her breathing deep. “Woah, uh that was amazing.” Her voice is quiet before shes processed everything and is pulling away from the girl, an even darker blush forming on her pale cheeks- this time though, there was a slight tint to the other girl’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry, that was completely inappropriate of me and I have to go do things.” She stumbled over her words as she looked over at Toni, quickly moving past her in the direction of her flower shop.

“Things?” The tattoo artist called out after her, her eyebrow raised in curiosity but it didn’t hide her confusion for the situation. She wasn’t sure what had just happened, but she found herself watching the redhead retreat from her once again. As much as she wanted to help her come to terms with her sexuality, it was a lot more work than she thought it was going to be and she has no idea if she’ll be able to help her.

“I’m a busy woman, I’ll call you tonight.” And with that Cheryl was fleeing from the scene and was back to the flower shop in record time. She made a mental note to stop by the tattoo shop after work, knowing she was going to have to face Toni but also knowing that she could put it off for just a little bit later. What she couldn’t put off though was the bombarding of questions that came from the teenage girls who had been waiting for her in the shop.

She was quick to deflect all the questions as she put on her apron, giving different jobs for the two girls to do to keep them occupied. There were only a few hours before she was closing up the shop, which meant that there were only a few hours for her to prepare to see Toni. Yeah, she theoretically could see the girl unprepared but at the same time, she knew that was already going to leave her being too much of a flustered mess to function. For now though, she can daydream about what she wishes could be the outcome of the visit she is to make to Toni later that day.

#riverdale #choni #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #riverdale fic #weeds are flowers too #choni fic #slow burn #flow shop au #original character

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volleydorkscentral · 5 years ago

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ANSWER ALL OF THE QUESTIONS IN THE UNUSUAL ASK GAME, YOU COWARD.

First of all:

Second, questions under the cut:

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? - Spotify! all the way. i hoarse my bf’s account so he can never listen but i don’t care it’s mine now it’s full of my music and my playlists and whenever i’m listening to it and it suddenly changes cause he tries to use it on his phone I call him, “are you using spotify?” “oh. i mean i can listen to something else?” “cool, thanks!” and i get my music back. :D

is your room messy or clean? - it’s somewhere in between. my actual ROOM (bed room, i assume) is pretty clean, except i never make the bed. but the house is .. a work in progress. it’s not dirty but it’s cluttered so my bf and I are having to work together to clear that and build shelves and stuff for more storage space.

what color are your eyes? - dark brown! (with little green flecks when I cry)

do you like your name? why? - Not really? i don’t hate it. My mom wanted to name me Savannah but they had her sign the certificate while she was still drugged from her c-section so it ended up as Crystal?? Idk. She named her dolls Crystal when she was a kid.

what is your relationship status? - dating for almost six years.

how many times a week do you shower? uhhh idk. I don’t shower every day (unless i get gross). AT LEAST four times… but I don’t wash my hair every time cause that’s bad for my hair. I SHOWER WHEN I AM DIRTY.

favorite tv show? does Haikyuu!! count? that’s probably a given. HM. Well, we don’t have cable so I don’t watch a lot of NEW shows? …. OH. Duh. Fuckin me I’m a dumbass. Bob’s Burgers. I literally have it on ALL THE TIME. I don’t like silence so it’s ALWAYS on in the background if i’m not listening to music. I’ve seen every episode a zillion times. I can usually pinpoint every scene and the major lines/jokes.

shoe size? most brands it’s 5 1/2

how tall are you? SHORTER THAN NISHINOYA BUT TALLER THAN YACHI. I’m like… 5ft-5’1 depending on how much my back hurts. (i used that earlier and someone said it was funny and i’m trash so i’ll repeat it here!)

sandals or sneakers? i wear Bobs LOL. (knock off toms) and i’ve got one pair of sneakers and sometimes I wear my ballet flats around even though my bf says they look dumb fuck u they’re comfy.

do you go to the gym? No. I used to, but where I live now it’d be like a 45 min drive. I don’t really LIKE gyms though? working out is boring to me. No matter how hard I try. I’d love to start dancing again for real.

describe your dream date - April 25th because it’s not too cold and not too hot. Okay but jk that’s a lie where I live it’s balls hot in april. Idk. I’d like to go hiking when it’s not very hot? Take my dog, let her run around. Take a picnic. Sit in a grassy field and talk about dumb shit cause we know each other’s dreams and hopes by now.

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? UHM. fuck like…. $27? i know there’s a twenty and a handful of ones. And a handful of change.

what color socks are you wearing? - NONE. MY FEET ARE COLD. FOREVER COLD.

how many pillows do you sleep with? - pft like 6.

do you have a job? what do you do? - No; I quit after being over worked, under appreciated, cheated out of my paychecks a few times, and no job still due to lingering health issues.

how many friends do you have? answered this already!

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - UHM. Idk i haven’t murdered anyone. I don’t like this question cause if i really try to answer it i’ll spiral into a frustrated, furious depression and self-hatred so… NOPE.

whats your favorite candle scent? i’ve got this candle i got from etsy that’s like… Scottish Highlands? It’s grassy and kinda MAGICY.

3 favorite boy names - i don’t really have favorite names?

3 favorite girl names - answered already

favorite actor? god idk. i’m so bad with names and celebrities. uhm. I really like don’t have a favorite. I LIKE a bunch. Benedict Cumberbatch; Freddie Highmore… uhm. uh. Hugh Laurie?

favorite actress? IDK OKAY?? I LIKE a bunch but i don’t favorite?? I really like Gwendoline Christie. Uhm. Anne Hathaway makes me laugh. MAGGIE SMITH. how could i forget!??!

who is your celebrity crush? I LEGIT don’t have one.

favorite movie? CLUE takes the top spot most days.

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? I used to read a lot more. The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

money or brains? personality, bitch.

do you have a nickname? what is it? not *really* but people online used to call me Chrys. My bf calls me ‘sweetie’ sometimes but he also calls the dog that so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

how many times have you been to the hospital? - uhm. like the er? Once when I broke my arm. Doc in the box? Not since 2017.

top 10 favorite songs - PFT. Uhm. Jesus just let me die a little. Excluding all Disney; Not in any order:

No One - Biometrix

Danser - Lisandro Cuxi

A Single Moment of Sincerity (E) - Asking Alexandria (the band I was listening to when I designed my rockstar MC that I love so much)

The Annabel Trilogy (a series of 3 albums) - Alesana. Can’t pick a single song because they’re all a part of a huge story. Listen to them.

Chucky vs. The Giant Tortoise - Dance Gavin Dance

Anticoagulant - Sianvar

Ohioisonfire - Of Mice & Men

Coincidance - Handsome Dancer (Watch the Video for the love of god. THANKS ASH FOR THIS GEM)

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Still Here - Digital Daggers (i’ve been listening it to a lot for inspiration for a new AU so… yup. That’s gonna be fun and painful)

do you take any medications daily? - yup

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - i got dry ass skin it sucks

what is your biggest fear? - uhm… physical fear? idk. Heights is a big one that I developed? I used to not care but a while ago I was walking on a bridge and I just… looked over and got FUCKING DIZZZY with nausea and fear that I was gonna fall and almost fainted.

how many kids do you want? - HONESTLY… one or two.

whats your go to hair style? - tried to brush but gave up so just threw it in a claw clip

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - moderate? one story, four bedrooms. big ass yard though for the dog

who is your role model? - I don’t really have one.

what was the last compliment you received? - answered already

what was the last text you sent? - actual TEXT message? ‘as long as there’s someone with her overnight she’ll be okay during the day cause of the dog door and stuff. just play with her before you go to work and maybe hide some treats around the house for her to hunt for’ - texting my friend that’s gonna house sit while we go on a family vacation soon.

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - UH idk the age? i know I saw my mom writing scavenger cards though. My fam has never had a lot of money so to make Christmas more interesting my mom/grandparents (we lived with them till I was in 3rd grade) would make these elaborate scavenger hunts for me and my cousins to do to find our presents around the house or out in the barn or, on one memorable occasion, at the bottom of our pool! Good memories.

what is your dream car? - one that RUNS and has badass AC and speakers

opinion on smoking? - hate it. please don’t do it around me. my bf’s family alllllll smoke all the time and i get so sick when i have to go on vacation with them and be around it for a long time.

do you go to college? - i DID. I went to Culinary school and majored in Baking & Pastry

what is your dream job? - Author or Dog Trainer

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural as all hell. give me trees, cows, and horses.

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Not usually? but usually the people i’m with do.

do you have freckles? Not on my face (except one) but i’ve got more like… on my arms and just randomly all over but i dont think ‘freckles’ would be what anyone thinks of when they think of me

do you smile for pictures? - only if i’m forced to be in them

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - HAHAHAHAHAHA. Well. Before I got my new phone it was over 10k. Now though its only about 2k.

have you ever peed in the woods? - Only when I was camping.

do you still watch cartoons? - ALL THE GODDAMN TIME

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - neither. but i HATE WENDYS and can tolerate McD’s fries and they’ve got ballin’ sweet tea so I guess McD.

Favorite dipping sauce? this honey dijon creamy thing at my favorite French restaurant but idk what is is.

what do you wear to bed? - t-shirt

have you ever won a spelling bee? - YUP. 2nd grade.

what are your hobbies? - writing, crocheting, photography, reading, uh… i forget what else

can you draw? when i was doing it all the time i did ok? but i’m WAY TOO IMPATIENT now a days to do it.

do you play an instrument? - no but i wish i did :(

what was the last concert you saw? - i’ve never been to a concert. crowds are icky

tea or coffee? - tea!

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - already answered this

do you want to get married? - Yes pls

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - (bf, but I suppose i still have a crush on him? is love considered a crush?) J. Y.

are you going to change your last name when you get married? god yes. my current last name is my shitbag of a sperm doner and i hate it. my mom kept it after they divorced only cause she thought her maiden name would be too hard for me to spell but i would give anything to have that name instead

what color looks best on you? - idk. i prefer black but i’ve been told green and certain shades of pink/yellow.

do you miss anyone right now? - not until i thought about it, thanks

do you sleep with your door open or closed? open so my pupper can go in and out

do you believe in ghosts? not until i’m faced with darkness and creepy things

what is your biggest pet peeve? people chewing their food loud. people not picking up after themselves. people interrupting me (but not in the excited, OMG way. that we can work though) but in the ‘i don’t care what you’re saying i’m going to talk now’ way

last person you called` - my bf to discuss plans for his brother’s bday

favorite ice cream flavor? cookies n’ cream!

regular oreos or golden oreos? DOUBLE STUFF OF EITHER

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? FUCK SPRINKLES

what shirt are you wearing? a shirt that has my dog’s face on it :D

what is your phone background? - the art that Ash drew of Bokuto from my fic Just a Taste!!

are you outgoing or shy? - i hate talking to strangers but with my friends i’m pretty fucking loud and chatty

do you like it when people play with your hair? only people i know

do you like your neighbors? nope. he’s an asshole who neglected his dog and i wanna skin him alive

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? i do my best to remember to do it at night but i always do it when i shower

have you ever been high? yup.

have you ever been drunk? yup

last thing you ate? BIRTHDAY CAKE

favorite lyrics right now - idk? i guess the first lyrics that came to mind, even though they’re not my favorite, just ones that i like and were stuck in my head for a while: “All of the handsome fiction / will melt away / and when the flame burns brighter / Evaporate” Evaporate - Dance Gavin Dance

summer or winter? WINTER FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. IT’S SO FUCKING HOT IN SUMMER I DIE EVERY DAY

day or night? both have their merits

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - all chocolate but i prefer white to just EAT.

favorite month? uhm. uhh. November maybe? for NaNoWriMo.

what is your zodiac sign - pftt.. i think i used to be a Gemini? i don’t believe in all that stuff

who was the last person you cried in front of? - ….. my dog? but probably my mom and Grandmother when my GM basically said my bf didn’t love me and was a shit human being and i was a shit granddaughter for loving him. i was both upset and furious and i walked away from them. (my mom called and apologized, but i haven’t spoken to my GM since)

THERE ASH ARE YOU GODDAMN HAPPY. that took so long LOL (I hope the formatting came through I had to redo it on this tumblr page UGH)

#ask game

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ofcacthuxandkylosaur · 6 years ago

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Are there any trans Kylo fics out there? I feel as if it's all only trans hux this or feminized hux that...

I think there is indeed more trans Hux than trans Kylo out there, but I still managed to find some. Beware that I haven’t read most of the fics and therefore cannot say anything about their content. I also recommend of course you read the autor’s warnings;)

Trans Kylo Art

https://croatomunchi.tumblr.com/post/142969291522/would-u-ever-draw-like-hux-and-trans-kylo - croatomunchi

http://artllama.tumblr.com/post/146236116396/i-did-a-transition-log-because-i-cant-not-spend - artllama

http://toiek.tumblr.com/post/141289851114/i-love-trans-kylo - toiek

http://rip-space-birdie.tumblr.com/post/141067487245/kylo-ren-is-trans-pass-it-on - rip-space-birdie

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/153044170134/stutter-iplier - opens-up-4-nobody

http://opens-up-4-nobody.tumblr.com/post/147354462721/nice - opens-up-4-nobody

http://angerydj.tumblr.com/post/169121106275 - angerydj

http://corvosfursona.tumblr.com/post/137737245113/they-fixed-him-up-but-hes-conked-and-phasma - corvosfursona

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137138625403/coming-to-u-live-tiny-trans-padawan-ben-solo - kiiiloren

+ There is also a blog whose name is Trans!Kylo

Trans Kylo headcanons/ideas

http://bygoneboy.tumblr.com/post/148311042452/hi-u-should-talk-abt-ur-trans-kylo-headcanons - bygoneboy

http://nbnightwing.tumblr.com/post/136272896831/anyway-ive-been-thinking-a-lot-about-trans-guy - nbnightwing

http://kremaclassii.tumblr.com/post/137459014170/whispers-more-trans-kylo-head-canons - kremaclassii

http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/138435517778/ive-been-thinking-about-trans-hux-and-kylo + http://kiiiloren.tumblr.com/post/137141605853/since-leia-is-force-sensitive-imagine-her-being - kiiiloren

http://lilstarkiller.tumblr.com/post/141230802426/alright-alright-i-keep-thinking-weve-got-trans - lilstarkiller

http://generallyhorribleatlife.tumblr.com/tagged/trans%21kylo - generallyhorribleatlife

Trans Kylo Fics

“Almond” - angry_android || Kylo likes to hang out at his local Starbucks and brood. Hux works there part-time while going to community college. Because of someone else’s sloppy handwriting, Hux accidentally calls out Kylo’s name as “Kylie,” and there is fallout. The fallout might include dating.

“pocketknife” - angry_android || There’s a reason Kylo wears a crop top. Hux understands.

“Casanova, Fuck Me Over” - Anonymous || With another kiss, Hux glances up. “You promise try and keep your limbs to yourself?” Ren snorts. “I will try my best,” he says, placing his hands on the sheets, “If you promise to stick your face between my thighs sometime soon.”

“Tarine Tea and Lambro Shark” - armitageren || The First Order celebrates a recent victory on a luxurious planet and it’s the perfect setting for Kylo Ren and Armitage Hux’s first date. Hux struggles to survive the date with his anxiety putting him on edge because Ren doesn’t know he’s trans and he isn’t sure what that means for their future.

“all the noises (from your hateful little mouth)” - bloomthefox || In which Kylo whines and puts off his feelings, Phasma calls it like she sees it, and Hux is a stone cold mystery. Or, the defense attorney AU that literally nobody asked for.

“care and control” - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || It’s a wide strip of dark brown leather, soft, already a bit worn at the edges, snapped shut over Ben’s wrist. It means Ben wants him. Ben needs him. He may not always be able to say it, but he means it every time he puts the cuff on, every time he puts himself into Hux’s care – I’m yours.

“juxtaposition” - cracktheglasses (cormallen) || He hopes Hux makes it hurt. Hopes Hux is as mean and arrogant and smart here as he is everywhere else, the way Kylo tries to be.

“Changed” - Davechicken || Kylo was sure from a young age that he wasn’t female. It’s not until he leaves home that he finds people who agree.

“Pushed” - Davechicken || Hux has to push his boy a little, to get him through the discomfort. Kylo always appreciates it after.

“Control” - DoctorNinjaSpy || Patience is Armitage’s most valued virtue. Sometimes, however, he falters.

“special delivery” - gonnapop || Hux had not intended to be present for this messy process. Rather, he’d imagined returning after his shift and being handed a clean, swaddled baby. But there was nothing for it now.He rolled up his sleeves.

“Heel, Beg, Speak” - JulieCox || Emperor Hux has a new pet, and enjoys pushing him around. Kylo has secrets, and enjoys keeping them to his own damn self. But they won’t stay secrets for long.

“the Panty fic” - kyloskummies || Kylo and Hux are roommates. Kylo is trans and wears panties. It’s a hot day and the AC is broken. Y'all know where it goes from there.

“Bad Poet and Good Artist” - lovewashisname || Hux has moved schools before. He’s sure this time won’t be any different. He’ll keep to himself, make a few acquaintances, and put up with his father the best he can. But not even an hour into his first day and he’s shattered his phone, walked into a gorgeous boy, and had a very, very awkward conversation with said gorgeous boy. In other words, Hux meets the incredibly sad Ben Solo, and maybe he doesn’t want to leave this school so soon.

“Bad Poetry on Starlit Rooftops” - lovewashisname || Everywhere Kylo looks, high school is portrayed as either the best place you’ll ever be, or a shithole that will ruin four years of your life. For Kylo, it’s neither. High school has been a place to hide from his own body, and to get into fights every once in a while. So in one year, none of that will change, he thinks. How wrong could he be? told from Kylo’s point of view

“A Real Boy” - MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale junior, he has a crush on a senior named Hux. Ben is too afraid to show off his real self, but Hux quickly accepts him. And loves him.

“Birth of a dream” - MosImagination || Ben solo is a transmale, hux has always wanted a child, Ben gives his body to have their child.

“Expectations” - MosImagination || Ben solo didn’t know what to expect coming home on Valentines Day.

“Shark in the Water” - SeraphicVictory || Kylo Ren was absolutely the best sailor there ever was. Or that’s what he liked people to believe anyway. In truth, he was no better than any other man at the mercy of the sea. With one fatal mistake, he and his ship were destroyed in a terrible storm, and Kylo was certain he would fall to the watery grave that most sailors met at the end. But then he wakes up to a handsome, red-headed man. His savior: The Mershark called ‘Hux’.

“Someone to come home to” - ShinigamiKnox || Hux is the supportive boyfriend and helps Kylo deal with his dysphoria. It was supposed to be a more serious piece of work, but I could not stop laughing at the infamous Ren quote. I’m so sorry.

“A morning at the gym” - SidMjkGc || Just another kind of workout.

“This Asshole” - twinkyatta || Hux goes to a coffee shop every day, but there’s a new barista, and holy fuck does he hate him.

+ Trans Female Kylo fic

“Fate” - MosImagination || It was fate that they met. A beautiful transfemale Kylo ren. A handsome transmale Hux.

Trans Kylo series (of fics)

“The Monsters We Keep” - AriMarris || Description: “The Monsters We Keep” is the story of Hux and Kylo, who fall in love and marry young and make many mistakes. Basically, the films rewritten through Kylo’s eyes with drastic changes. With extra one-shots thrown in the mix for fun.

“Bastards and Broken Things” - Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: A story of Armitage Hux’s childhood from the Bastards and Broken Things AU / Series.

“Caged by Monsters” (one work for now) - Bipolar_Armitage_Hux, kohoutek || No Description –> Resume of first work: An introduction to the psychiatric ward AU - this is written by an actually neurodivergent person and thus there is a strong attempt to make it not remotely ableist. The “bad guys” in this are the abusive doctors and an ableist system. Hux meets Kylo Ren for the first time, or rather the other sees him in a therapy session with Dr. Brendol Hux and becomes fascinated by him.

“The Tired Raptor” - Kylux_TRASH || Description: “Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the glitz and the glitter of a bustling young movie talent at the height of its golden age, the Hollywood Tower Hotel was a star in its own right. A beacon for the show business elite. Now, something is about to happen that will change all that”Something did happen to change that. It happened, on October 31st, 1939, Hollywood California. Kayla-Rose and her male escort, Mr. Hux were riding in the elevator when they entered into a world unknown. They entered The Twilight Zone.

“when the lights are low” - transkylo (captainandor) || No Description –> Resume of first work: “Do your colleagues know how fucking possessive you are?” Kylo asks, canting his hips back, pressing into Hux’s touch as far as he can.Hux grins. “Does your mother know that you sleep with her political rivals?” Kylo’s laugh is breathy and uneven. “I don’t make a habit of it.”

+ Trans Female Kylo series (of fic)

“She’s Just a Girl and She’s on Fire” - Kylo Hux (Loki_Likey_Thor_Odinson) || No Description –> Resume of first work: Hux and Phasma have been sent to a fundraiser for The First Order. Their uniforms have been changed for a smart military uniform and a glamorous ball gown. Everyone that should be here is – except for one person.Kylo Ren is absent, still on another planet, having surgery. She was supposed to be here, supposed to be on security detail for the night; Hux lost hope of seeing his girlfriend for the first time in months when he saw two Knights of Ren circling the room.

“from bby Finn to teenage heartthrob + Hux (one work for now) - orphan_account || No Description –> Resume of first work: Mostly, Phasma loves her job. But sometimes, just sometimes, she really hates it. Meanwhile, Hux has a slight problem, and her name is Kylo Ren.

#here you go #hope it helps #this is of course a non exaustive list #tbh i usually do not do fic rec/lists but i had time and i didn't have it in my aus too...#if you spot any mistake don't hesitate to tell me:)#kyux #au #trans kylo au

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feycreature · 6 years ago

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All Of Them (multiples of 3 work tho dhdhgfj)

@furrybarista asked for a few as well but here we are

1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?

last person i dmed? yeah

2. You talked to an ex today, correct?

every day

3. Have you taken someones virginity?

nope

4. Is trust a big issue for you?

not really

5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?

ive hung out with One person recently

6. What are you excited for?

dnd in about 2 hours!

7. What happened tonight?

well tonight im playing dnd, last night i finished watching dread?

8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?

i think its uncomfortable to be around anyone whos really wasted, idk about disgusting

9. Is confidence cute?

yes

10. What is the last beverage you had?

i currently have a strawberry smoothie from pulp

11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?

thats a difficult question to answer when i and almost all of my friends are trans and thats confusingly worded in this context

12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?

yes

13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?

either play video games or dnd, probably

14. What are you going to spend money on next?

probably starbucks

15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?

nope

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

absolutely

17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?

probably dante or luca

18. The last time you felt broken?

i prefer not to think about that because its very often

19. Have you had sex today?

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

not that i can think of rn

21. Are you in a good mood?

yeah!

22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?

yes!

23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?

probably? idk i try to avoid eye contact with him

24. What do you want right this second?

to kiss my boyfriend

25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?

well, given that i know You, dante, you wouldnt just go and kiss someone else without talking to me about it, and assuming a conversation about that happened, i would be supportive of that endeavor

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

sort of? its still brown on the sides but i dyed it red a couple months ago so its pink on top

27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?

probably not

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

I HAVE SO MANY PEOPLE I WANNA HUG AND NEVER LET GO SO IM JUST GONNA MAKE A KATAMARI OF LOVE

29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?

ALL MY FRIENDS

30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?

depends what they did and how they feel about it

31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?

THE LAST BOY I WAS TALKING TO WAS U DANTE

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

I SURE HOPE U DO

33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?

i Rarely drink soda

34. Listening to?

in one ear by cage the elephant

35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?

yep!

36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?

not specifically

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

nope

38. Who did you last call?

my mom probably

39. Who was the last person you danced with?

uhhh i think booker in 8th grade. i dont dance

40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?

because we were dating and we wanted to

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

last night

42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?

nope

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

i embarrass myself in front of everyone, all the time

44. Do you tan in the nude?

i have a goddamn farmer’s tan

45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?

nope!

46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?

yeah

47. Who was the last person to call you?

also my mom, probably

48. Do you sing in the shower?

yes

49. Do you dance in the car?

yeah,

50. Ever used a bow and arrow?

i have an archery range in my basement

51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?

school photos last year

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?

YES AND I LOVE THEM

53. Is Christmas stressful?

yes but purely bc of family interaction

54. Ever eat a pierogi?

all the time??

55. Favorite type of fruit pie?

apple

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?

uhh i wanted to be an astronaut for a while

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

yeah

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

who doesnt

59. Take a vitamin daily?

nope

60. Wear slippers?

nah

61. Wear a bath robe?

i own one, dont wear it often

62. What do you wear to bed?

t shirt and pjam pants

63. First concert?

owl city

64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?

walmart i guess?

65. Nike or Adidas?

i own a pair of adidas shoes thats abt it66. Cheetos Or Fritos?

fritos

67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?

sunflower seeds

68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?

no.

69. Ever take dance lessons?

nope

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?

i forget the exact words but the cool nerd stuff u do,

71. Can you curl your tongue?

yes

72. Ever won a spelling bee?

never been in one

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?

all the time

74. What is your favorite book?

lame but the great gatsby

75. Do you study better with or without music?

i dont study well, period

76. Regularly burn incense?

hate it

77. Ever been in love?

i am right now!

78. Who would you like to see in concert?

other than the artists ive already seen in concert: icon for hire, walk the moon, bastille, cage the elephant, and steam powered giraffe

79. What was the last concert you saw?

fall out boy! the mania tour! apparently cleveland was the start of the tour so i was in the first group of people to ever hear expensive mistakes!

80. Hot tea or cold tea?

iced

81. Tea or coffee?

tea

82. Favorite type of cookie?

uhhh the really good sugar cookies i learned to make off tumblr

83. Can you swim well?

id like to think so

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?

didnt know there were people who cant

85. Are you patient?

on a good day

86. DJ or band, at a wedding?

87. Ever won a contest?

yeah

88. Ever have plastic surgery?

nope

89. Which are better black or green olives?

depends in what

90. Opinions on sex before marriage?

go for it

91. Best room for a fireplace?

living room

92. Do you want to get married

probably

#prince-kraehe

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wanna1things · 7 years ago

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Swimmer!Ong Seongwoo

i have a cold please excuse if stuff is spelt wrong also welcome to wanna1things seongwoo,, finally,, enjoy your stay, also there’s something special coming later (tomorrow??) pls anticipate,,

Genre;; fluff + another one of these real life aus… this is swimmer!seongwoo bc… he competitive... AND HIGH SCHOOL AU!!!

Warnings;; ? none ? unless if u don’t like water don’t read

Pairing;; Ong Seongwoo x reader

Requested;; nooo but i promise i’ll get to the requests eventually!! I meant to do them last night but instead i slept for 12 hours

Summary;; Seongwoo is on the same swimming team as you. When you bet on who can win their race, you don’t expect him to have won the competition and your heart.

Style;; bullet point

Word Count;; 1221

this comes entirely from the fact that i used to be a professional swimmer and i went swimming today so theres a theme,,

you were the best swimmer on your local team until seongwoo turned up

one day you walked into practice and this,, boy was just doing lengths of every stroke

including doggy paddle because, hey, he regarded it as a stroke yknow

when he finished he introduced himself to the class as ‘the one and only ong seongwoo’ and revealed he’d just moved here, so obviously he had to join a different swim team

WHILE HE DID THIS HE DID THAT THING WITH HIS EARS and the whole team was shooketh

your teacher put you two in a lane together because,, you were the best two swimmers

but you noticed every time you’d stop swimming seongwoo would kick a load of water in your direction like. nice. thanks.

when it was time for you to do those exercises where you have to swim through the hoops on the pool floor while carrying a heavy block you and seongwoo were forced to team up

honestly he was the most annoying human ever

he actually ‘dropped’ the block at your feet every time it was your turn to swim through the hoop with it

so you had to swim to the bottom of the pool to pick up the block AS WELL as swimming through the hoop

you couldn’t imagine it could get any worse

but it did

you had to do ‘leg strengthening’ exercises aka

you hold a foam board (uhh they’re called floaties here but idk if this is universal so) and the other person grabs your legs and you have to swim a length of the pool like that

yeah uh

seongwoo kept kicking so hard that you had to let go of his legs

you thanked god that you could tread water as you watched seongwoo speed off to the end of the pool and turned around, flashing you that winning smile

like okay sure he’s beautiful but hE’S ANNOYING ME

when the session is over you throw a dirty look seongwoos way, which he laughs at and then walks into the changing room with the teammates he’s made friends with

all the time while you’re getting dressed again your head is filled with

‘who does that beautiful boy think he IS???’

when you finally finish getting dressed you walk outside and who is there

you guessed it, seongwoo

he stands up straight when he sees you and smiles

“let me buy you a hot chocolate, y/n, it’s cold”

you don’t even question how he knows your name already you just assume he asked a teammate or your coach

of course you take him up on the offer like ,, free hot chocolate

you’re expecting him at least to take you to like starbucks or something but

he goes over to the machine… and buys you a hot chocolate for 20 cents from the machine

honestly i mean at least it’s something

he gets one for himself and then passes you yours, and starts walking off

you shout a ‘thank you’ at his disappearing figure to which he waves his hand

you take a sip of the hot chocolate and its kinda bitter but i mean it’s warm and it is cOLD outside

and you make your way home

the hot chocolate makes you so sleepy you practically fall asleep as soon as you enter through your doorway lol

thank god you got that sleep because you were going to need it the next morning

when you walked into your first class, who was sitting at the desk next to yours?

you guessed it

ong seongwoo

when you sit down next to him he passes you another hot chocolate

and then gets on with his work… being… surprisingly not that annoying

that is until you take a sip of your hot chocolate and realise

he just put salt in it. nice, thanks

you hit him over the shoulder and he starts laughing uncontrollably

and honestly, you just ignore him for the rest of the day

you keep this up for a good few weeks and honestly you’re gradually getting less annoyed with him and finding it more funny??

especially when he stops pranking you and instead gets you to help him prank other people

especially sungwoon, y’all replaced the ketchup with death chilli sauce one day at lunch and while sungwoon felt like he was dying you two were dying from laughter

there was a massive swim competition coming up, it was a regional one which would be your first like,, big one lol

you were doing front crawl and seongwoo was doing butterfly (he strikes me as that particular kind of human that’s amazing at butterfly don’t @ me)

so you had to split up for practice

you realised you missed him a lot?? and you’d really started to like him like… you were honestly developing feelings for him lol

he still would get you the hot chocolate afterwards, but he upgraded from machine hot chocolate to actual coffee shop hot chocolate gradually

on friday, after the last practice before the competition, seongwoo approached you with the usual hot chocolate

he walked with you outside of the pool which you thought was weird because,, he lives the other way lol

when you got out of the car park seongwoo stopped you and stopped sipping on his hot chocolate

“y/n, lets make a bet about the competition”

you were just like hm okay sounds fun

“if i win i can do what i’ve been wanting to do for a long time”

“ambiguous, but okay. as long as it doesn’t involve me eating death chilli sauce i’m okay”

“wait for it, if YOU win you have to kiss me hahaha”

“??seongwoo wtf??”

honestly this made your heart race a bit but you know it was just seongwoo,, joking

“i’m serious, you have to win now!! now i’ve given you all the motivation you need to win!!”

typical seongwoo

he leaves you after you two shake hands and part ways

you don’t see him again until sunday, the day of the competition

when you see him at the poolside he winks, does finger guns and shouts “remember the promise”

honestly you cringe and go to sit down in the area for front crawl swimmers

when it’s the turn for your race the nerves take over and it’s like;; you forgot how to swim

you don’t do badly, you got second, but you were really far below your personal best and when you got out of the pool seongwoo was all pouty lol

but then it was seongwoo’s turn to swim

he started off quite slow and quite far behind and you were like lol why is he being so relaxed

and suddenly out of nowhere he sped up and ended up coming first by… a very far margin

when he gets out of the pool he comes running (but not running because pool safety!!) over to you and pulls you out of the seat and into a kiss

when he pulls away with a smirk on your face the first thing you say is

“why though, i didn’t even win my race”

“you’re so slooow, y/n… this is what i’ve been wanting to do for a long time!!”

when you hear this, of course you pull him in for another kiss

hey please help i’ve been listening to heaven for 15 hours straight damn collab of the century if there is no studio ver i will. personally go and fight pledis... anyway ENJOY THIS YES SEONGWOO FINALLY MAKING A PROPER APPEARANCE WOOO

#ong seongwoo #seongwoo #wanna one imagines #wannaone imagines #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 imagines #produce 101 scenarios #Produce 101 #wanna one #wannaone #au #swimmer au #athlete au #high school au

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frxggi · 8 years ago

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Get to Know Me Tag

Like every blog i follow has already done this so im not gonna bother tagging anyone but if you want to do it go right ahead don’t let me stop u babe u live ur life the way u want to xx Anyways big love to @chittaporno for tagging me!!

Name: Froggi (Christina)

Nickname: People have been calling me Froggi since I was in like grade 6 and I don’t usually let people call me anything else but if you’re SUPER close with me (like my family lol) Cris is a nickname I’ll respond to

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius! Fun fact I share a birthday with Young K of Day6 hehe

Height: I’m 5′0 so I think that rounds to like 153cm?

Orientation: Straight

Ethnicity: H’white (Italian if u wanna be specific)

Favorite fruit: I really enjoy watermelon and dragonfruit! It doesn’t taste like much but I have really ? oversensitive ? tastebuds ? that sounds so odd for me to say lol but I really enjoy dragonfruits

Favorite season: I really enjoy the atmosphere autumn creates with all the leaves changing colors and halloween and thanksgiving and its the time for cute scarves and to start dressing a bit warmer i love it everything that u think of when u hear the word autumn is right up my alley but I think I prefer the spring time a bit more when it boils down to just like? Weather? Where I live it rains a lot during the spring time and I ADORE the rain so ??? ya

Favorite book series: I? Don’t read many novels, and when I do they’re usually classics sighs Uhhh I do think a series I enjoyed was the Winterhaven series by Kristi Cook! It’s a silly little romance series about vampires and clairvoyants and werewolves and all sorts of kids with special powers. It’s a suuuper easy read because I feel like it’s targeted more towards young girls maybe in middle school? It’s still cute though I managed to finish the first book in one sitting hehe

Favorite flower: I don’t know much about flowers but recently a friend of mine has turned me onto Gentianas! I also think Dragon Orchids are absolutely beautiful

Favorite scent: Coffee hands down. I’m one of those generic girls who spends all of her time at Starbucks lol I just absolutely love the smell of coffee and the starbucks near my house is never very crowded so I usually get the whole place to myself plus there’s a cute barista who’s there sometimes

Favorite color: Coral colors, pinks, peaches, I like pastel blues/greens, but I also really enjoy neutral colors (in regards to fashion mostly) like beige, brown, maybe a deep maroon

Favorite animal: Pandas! Or just bears in general

Coffee, tea or hot cocoa: I love all three but I almost NEVER drink hot cocoa

Average sleep hours: Every time I see these there’s always one extreme or the next for this answer lol I’d say I get an average amount of sleep? Anywhere from 8-10 hours usually but on days when I’m up extra late I get maybe 5-6 hrs

Cat or dog person: I’m an animal person

Favorite fictional characters: WHOM remembers Treasure Planet? That’s one of my ALL TIME favorite movies and my very first ever cartoon crush was Jim aaAAAAA (also if u wanna delve into my anime phase inuyasha still holds a very special place in my heart)

Number of blankets you sleep with: Just a comforter and sheet? I have a knitted blanket that I fold up at the end of my bed that I’ll use on nights when it’s really cold, but it’s mainly there for decoration

Dream trip: Italy is without question at the top of my list! I’ve got distant relatives that live in Rome so I’d kill to go visit them! I also think Greece is a beautiful country so Id jump at the first opportunity to visit

Blog created: Uhhhh not even a week ago LOL I’m still fresh off the block Before I created this blog though I had my other for like??? 2 years?

Number of followers: Like? 16? Which isn’t much at all compared to some people here but I’m thankful nonetheless

#i got kinda carried away with some of my answers LOL #tag meme #shut it froggi #Fun drinking game take a shot every time i say i really enjoy

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undeadpsycho13 · 8 years ago

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a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart

AHHHHHH GUYS LOOK IM SO SO SO SORRRRRRYYYYYY I SWEAR I HAD THIS FINISHED LAST FRIDAY I JUST FORGOT IM SORRRRYYYYY

i know this chapter is one week overdue, and i hope u guys can forgive me. i swear i had it done ages ago, just forgot to post it. also, its more than twice the length of the first chapter, if that makes up for anything.

thank you to @puzzle-of-life-reason-for-death for the reminder, this chapter is for you!! :D

btw, some chinese swear words are involved, and the translations are at the bottom. if u dont like them, rlly sorry, i just thought it might be fun, cause you know, both baits and an speak chinese canon, and so do i, so why not?

tell me if u dont like it, i wont include them in the next chapter

otherwise, enjoy~~ ^_~

CHAPTER 2: JUST A TINY PART OF ME (FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

The second time was not so much of an accident, but oh well, not-accidents happen all the time, don’t they?

The annoying door ringing speaker thing once again announced Baitsakhan’s appearance at Endgame. A very pissed Baitsakhan. A very pissed Baitsakhan who had not had coffee in the last three days and was currently dying of lack of caffeine in his bloodstream. Red Bull was a poor substitute; he needed freaking coffee. The darker, the better. The scene from last week flashed back in his face, and Baitsakhan cringed a little on the inside. He was not willing to make a fool of himself again.

He had surprised both his sister and An by staying away from coffee for four days, and then couldn’t help but get some coffee from The Starbucks. At least he had figured out the barista’s name. Hilal Ibn Isa Al-Salt. He was awful proud of his memory; who on earth had long-ass names like that? For once, he was appreciative of his unique, surname-less name.

But the Al-Salt guy’s infuriating niceness had gotten the better of him, and he had once again scared Baitsakhan away with a honey-bee-pesticide-banning petition. Who cares whether bees died? Screw them.

The absence of a sufficient amount of caffeine, however, was not his only problem. The Phone Guy (as baitsakhan had deemed him) had texted him back, albeit the dire-sounding warning, with a outrageous reply of, omg so sry got the wrong # D: rlly rlly sry :(. And then, of all the emojis he could have typed, he chose the freaking <3.

Needless to say, Baitsakhan was pissed. No one, no one the whole damn world, was allowed to send him a heart emoji (save Sarangerel and An’s incredibly sweet girlfriend Chiyoko, but that as different), and yet this complete stranger had taken it upon himself (or herself, he added as an afterthought) to send him one. This was an outrage. He would not dignify this text with an answer, he thought to himself.

So, naturally, he just had to go to that nice coffee shop to calm himself down. Just had to. And it had nothing to do with wanting to the hot barista. Absolutely nothing.

Seating himself at the table closest to the window, he took out his phone, absent-mindedly scrolling through his playlist.

An indefinite amount of time passes.

And then, out of the blue, a hand suddenly tapped him shoulder, and, startled, he whipped around, teeth bared, hands out in front of him in an offensive position, ready to gouge the offenders eyeballs out ––

The cute barista (Maccabee, his mind supplied) is, apparently, said offender.

Great, there’s another person who thinks he’s a psychopathic weirdo (not that he isn’t, but still).

But instead of freaking out at his overreaction, the guy laughs. Who even does that after a near-death experience? (Okay, maybe he’s exaggerating, but there’s no denying this guy was weird.)

“Chill dude, just here to take your order.”

Met with Baitsakhan’s blank look, the guy raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“Look, I love having you here, but if you don’t order something, like, right now, I’m going to have to kick you out, ’cause I just got this job and I really don’t want to lose it. You know, you’ve been sitting here for like half an hour doing nothing.”

Holy hell, he’s been wasting thirty minutes doing nothing?! Scrambling up (in a very dignified way, of course), he says, in a voice he hopes is impassive,

“Sure, I’ll have an espresso or something, like that thing you made last time. If you don’t remember, I’ll just have the thing with the most caffeine.”

Maccabee (again, this is all his brain’s doing, there is no way Baitsakhan would consciously remember people’s names, even super hot guys) laughs at that, shaking his head.

“Of course I remember, who would be able to forget the order of the cutest guy we’ve had here since I started working?”

The blond is nice to enough not show any visible reaction to the way Baitsakhan’s face burns a deep red color at his comment, and instead smiles a bit lopsidedly and turns to go. Suddenly he pauses, turns back to face the noirette, and before Baitsakhan can do anything the older teen quickly winks, so fast it was almost missed, and continues on towards the counter.

For the next five minutes, until Maccabee comes back with his drink, Baitsakhan just sits there, eyes wide, mouth gaping like a fish, shell-shocked. Even then all he can do is close his mouth and nod his head politely.

A buzz from his phone catches his attention, finally rousing him from his stupor. For a moment, he thinks that it’s the Phone Guy again, but when he see’s "Asian Hacker Lovebird”, he smiles to himself and swipes the screen sideways to reply. Though he would never admit it, An crashing into his life nine years ago really made his life better a thousand-fold. He remembered first arriving in North America, a bitter, parent-less seven year-old, small for his age but savage and aggressive, despite the language barrier. Oh, he learned English in his due time, but back then, really all he could say were a few basic swear words that immediately earned him half a dozen enemies. The one person he gravitated towards was a kid in the year above him, a Chinese boy who was all glares and rule-breaking and rebellious behaviour. Looking at his slim frame and lanky form, people would be led to falsely believe that An was all bark and no bite.

They couldn’t be more wrong.

Professional in at least ten different types of martial arts and an expert at (illegal) poisons and (illegal) hacking, An was definitely a formidable opponent. Baitsakhan’s type of guy. They were the perfect pair, both cold and haughty at school and in public. No one needed to know they played video games together well into the night and had weird movie marathons on a regular basis and smiled until their face’s hurt and laughed until they couldn’t breathe.

He was a good friend, cynical, with a dry sense of humor.

Right now, however, not so much.

asian hacker lovebird: where r u????

asian hacker lovebird: baits

asian hacker lovebird: answer me child

asian hacker lovebird: ANSWER ME CHILD

im-not-smol: Piss off.

asian hacker lovebird: THE CHILD IS HERE

im-not-smol: Don’t call me a child.

asian hacker lovebird: i repeat where r u

im-not-smol: A cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: specify

im-not-smol: Endgame Cafe.

asian hacker lovebird: U MEAN!!!

asian hacker lovebird: LIKE DA 1 W/ DA HOT BARISTA U RANT ABT 24/7??!!!!

asian hacker lovebird: OMG STAY RIGHT THERE DONT MOVE IMMA JOIN U

im-not-smol: Don’t you dare.

im-not-smol: 傻逼

asian hacker lovebird: oh no u did NOT just call me that

asian hacker lovebird: now i need 2 come 2 beat u up

asian hacker lovebird: it is a MUST

asian hacker lovebird: see ya in 2 min

im-not-smol: 王八蛋

asian hacker lovebird: SHUT UP JUST SHUT UP IMMA COME OVER RN 2 BEAT UP UR STUPID ASS

im-not-smol: You can try. ;)

asian hacker lovebird: challenge accepted ur goin DOWN boi

im-not-smol: We’ll see about that.

asian hacker lovebird: ur “impecable grammar” rlly pisses me off

asian hacker lovebird: *imppecable

asian hacker lovebird: ugh

asian hacker lovebird: smthn watevr i kant spel

im-not-smol: It’s not my fault you turned autocorrect off.

asian hacker lovebird: when will u eva learn 2 txt like a normal person???

asian hacker lovebird: 好落后

asian hacker lovebird: just sayin

im-not-smol: Shut up.

asian hacker lovebird: look up

Baitsakhan raised his head, only to be met with the sight of a very distorted face right next to his head. And of course he didn’t scream Jesus Christ and shriek like a little girl, what are you talking about?

The weird twisted face outside morphed into a wicked grin and the doorbell rang once again as another customer entered, tears of mirth still apparent in his eyes. This new comer looked quite out of the ordinary, tall and dressed in nothing but black and silver, a face that was all harsh angles and sharp corners and pale skin. A contrasting red teardrop tattoo stood out, leaking out of his right eye, and his strange hair style earned him quite a few looks from the other customers.

“You’re so stupid.”

“Shut up, you will speak of this to no one, understand?”

Most people would quake with fear at the aggressive tone, but An just rolls his eyes,

“Normal people don’t speak like ancient three-hundred year-old vampires, Baits.”

He drops down on the chair opposing Baitsakhan’s, leaning back and crossing his legs, stretching them out in front of him, a picture of complete ease.

“So, where’s the hot shot?” An says in a mock-whisper tone. Baitsakhan glares at him before subtly motioning towards the counter, where Maccabee is leaning against it, his phone one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. For a moment, An just stares, a small smirk on his face (not that the smirk ever disappears), whistling appreciatively. And then, out of the blue, he shouts, so loud that he attracts probably the attention of everyone else in the mile radius,

“Hey there, aren’t employees not supposed to serve themselves?”

Startled, Maccabee looks up. He sees An’s triumphant expression and Baitsakhan’s kill-me-now-please-just-shoot-me-and-save-me-from-the-torture one, and kind of gathers what happened. A lazy smile slips onto his face. He walks over, leisurely, still holding the half-finished drink.

“You’re right. But… ” He pauses for effect, and in that short amount of time An actually gets around to rolling his eyes again. The boy really gets a lot of practice.

“I’m off duty. Ais over there took over for me.”

He gestures at a red-headed girl who has somehow managed to escape their notice until then. For a moment, a strange look flits across Baitsakhan’s face, but as quickly as it got materialises, it disappears.

An shrugs.

“Oh. Good for you.” He says awkwardly.

There’s an uncomfortable silence, like the type when someone ought to say something but nobody does, before Baitsakhan finally interjects,

“Thanks for the coffee, but I think my friend and I should get going.” Here he pointedly glares at An, who stares innocently at the ceiling.

“How much is it again?”

Maccabee shrugs,

“Don’t worry about it, as long as you come again, it’s on the house.”

He winks suggestively.

Baitsakhan, of course, agrees. After all, who could say no to a free cup of coffee, right? And obviously, obviously it had no correlation to the fact that he actually wanted to come back to ogle the baristas. Duh, no.

When he first visited the coffee shop, Baitsakhan never imagined he would meet someone like this who flirted blatantly and paid for his drinks. When he first exited the coffee shop, he never thought he would come back again. When he came back the second time, he never thought that this place would impact his previously non-existent love life.

Only when they are outside the door, Baitsakhan for the second time, An the first, and An is laughing at his lovestruck (Baitsakhan would deny this) expression that Baitsakhan realises that maybe, maybe a tiny part of him has fallen in love with Maccabee.

(Just a tiny part.)

CHAPTER INDEX (for your convenience)

1 | 2

so. how’d you guys like it?

here are the translations:

傻逼 = dumbass/idiot

王八蛋 = its like f er (sry, i rlly dont like swearing in english in writing, i feel like ppl will track me down and yell at me)

好落后 = so behind (as in trends, like in the context of not caught up on the latest trends)

hope that cleared things up a bit, if not feel free to send me a quick message, and i’ll explain to you in detail.

anyways, any suggestions for the next chapter?? (i really need to change the texting usernames, any suggestions for the individual characters?? eventually all of the players are gonna get involved one way or another in the texting conversations)

#endgame #a cup of coffee to warm my icy heart #baitsabee #baitsakhan #maccabee #coffee shop!au

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daddyconfessions · 5 years ago

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sugar tales: baby ripped me off

I’ve gotten a lot of anon questions so I haven’t been able to blog on my past experiences as much as I would like. But, now that I’m catching up I can get back to sharing how things are for us Daddy’s out here.

I met Ripoff on SA around late April. She was the first seemingly decent SB after a long dry spell for me. I’d met Nebraska on the rebound from Bottlecap. Nebraska and I started in December ’14 and we lasted about several weeks. But I fucked up with her and she ended up getting another SD before I could fix things. Even though I started the year off so so, the spring of 2015 would prove to be a rough time for daddy.

So I message Ripoff on SA and play the waiting game. After a few days she messages back. A few pleasantries are dispensed with the back and forth before we move on to texting.

After several texts Ripoff brings up money – not an allowance. Baby hits me with the stress method. Tells me her rent is due and she’s about to be put out.

I don’t mind the stress method. Just use it in context. If it’s the middle of the month and you haven’t paid your rent then that’s just ratchet. The rent stress method makes more sense if ran at the end of the month or beginning. Just FYI if you’re using this. Don’t insult daddy’s intelligence. Also, my personal rule for any stress technique is to keep it transactional. No honey…no money. I know I’ll get hate mail for that one. But those are my own personal rules.

I get her to send more pics and she does, a few of which she shouldn’t have. I can tell from the bad ones the apartment is nowhere near the amount she’s asking. I play along with her story, and before long I’ve shaved off a few $$$$ from her request. Suddenly she shifts from needing rent to needing to get her water bill paid. Judging by her apartment pics no way she’s paying that much on water either. And I see baby stuff in the background. Not looking good. But, I cut her some slack not because she deserved it but more because the year had been rough.

I agree to the amount for the water bill and we’re supposed to meet. She says she’ll meet me at the hotel and she wants the money up front. Nope. No smash and dash here baby. We argue over that and then stop talking. She text me randomly over the next few days or so, testing the waters and trying to guilt me into giving her the cash. Not interested.

We stop talking for a few weeks and then she messages me on SA. Says she’s lost my number and would like to start talking again. She’s sweet this time. I like it.

We start back texting and within a couple of days I’m heading over to pick her up. She lives in a neighborhood undergoing gentrification. Million dollars homes tower above $50k houses. Of course I pick her up from the $50k duplex houses. We go for coffee because neither one of us is really hungry. It’s the beginning of the summer so its hot. Baby comes out in blue jean shorts and some type of sports bra. Nice. Ripoff’s a good looking latin chick. Dark brown skin, curly black hair….got that Salma Hayek thing going.

We chit chat. Baby is having a hard time. She moved out of her apartment in with a stripper friend. It was her stripper friend –after Ripoff had showed her our text messages and my pic – that told her she should really try and hook up with me. Stripper friend also told her she’d take me if Ripoff wasn’t interested. Wouldn’t be the first time I was passed around….I’ll blog on that in the future.

Baby opens up and tells me about herself. She hasn’t made the best decisions in life. She’s got two kids –although I couldn’t tell by looking at her. Stomach was flat and tight. Her mother has custody and mother also has the car she bought. Ripoff hasn’t been very responsible – half taking care of the kids and missing car note payments. She needs me to do these things for her. Get her life back together. She convinces me that she’s ready to change and get back on track. After she sees the wide-eyed look on my face she says, “Yea I know it’s a lot baby. I hope I don’t scare you off….”

I’ve seen worse. Cap’n Sav-A-Hoe to the rescue. I’ll gladly put on my cape and save her. Up Up and Away!!! Wouldn’t be the first time. I tell her I’m cool with everything and she’s ecstatic. She’s got a place through some city program and she needs help getting a U-haul to move her stuff in. She just wants someone stable. A father figure. I’m good with it all. We talk more about her interest. Turns out she’s fairly decent chick. Ripoff has some decent career plans and big things on her wish list. She shows me a few pics where she’s appeared in some rap videos, one of them being a fairly new up and coming guy.

Damn. I’m about to lay a video hoe? Gotta love the sugar bowl.

And she’s been on the album covers of some local talent. Not too shabby. She tells me she’s been living the life, turning up, and she’s lost everything because she’s ignored her responsibility.

It’s plausible. But, I’m still a little confused about how she lost her kids, and being so irresponsible with car notes given the company she keeps. Somebody should have been shelling out some cash on baby. But hey it is what is.

We end up kissing and making out. Baby likes me suddenly. Tells me my eyes pretty – ok you can stop now. The other patrons take note of our PDA. Even though no cash was discussed for today in particular, baby wants to get her nails and feet done so she can feel good about herself again. Life’s been so tough. She wants new shoes and to go shopping but I tell her designer items are not good for the homeless. I tell her she needs to get her priorities straight. She frowns and I can tell I hit a nerve but she nods and agrees. She knows I’m right. I pull out some cash and give her some. She can’t do anything sexually because she’s on her period. But that’s cool. The game has taught me not to expect the kitty on the first date.

I cut the date short and head back to her place. When she finds out I occasionally get pedicures and manicures she wants to go together. Cool with me. I know some upscale places that serve wine during the service. She really likes that.

We kiss and say goodbye. We’re going to hook up in a couple of days and start our arrangement. Maybe after the mani/pedi. However, within two days the ratchetness is back. She’s doing all the things again that stopped me from talking to her the first time. And the promise of our mani/pedi date is gone. She went ahead and got it already because she was near the place. Damn that was going to be our icebreaker.

Its like our conversation at Starbucks went completely out the window. Now, she needs emergency money again, needs help buying a bed for her new place, blah blah and pretty soon she’s got a whole list of new needs. Fuck it. I drop a few stacks to solve all of her immediate problems. Under normal circumstances this wouldn’t be too bad. But my gut, my instincts say I need to close the deal and smash before I do any major cash outlay. But I give her the benefit of the doubt and I feel the need to step up my game since she’s dealing with rappers and entertainers.

Despite this, the bullshit keeps up for a few more days….now she needs me to rent a car so she can get around. She needs a deposit for the lights. I start ignoring her but some part of me likes Ripoff. If I’m going to salvage anything with her I need to play it safe. Fuck it, I’m already financially invested in her. Might as well see it through. So I tell her let’s start our arrangement and then we can work on getting the rest of things she needs.

Her parents having her kids and car, and the fact that she lives with her friend says she’s irresponsible and can’t keep up with commitments and obligations. I need to smash and get it over with at this point. Make sure she’s even sincere about this whole thing. Action always speaks louder than words. I know…probably more hate notes and mail. She gives me the dance around with getting started. Suddenly she’s busy doing this and that and dodging the arrangement.

Baby goes MIA for a week. One day, I text her. This will be my last attempt. She answers right away. I tell her I want to start over. Forget the money I’ve already given her. I tell her I want to come through and spend time with her. Of course I’ll have some cash when I come. Baby says ok. We set up the time and before long I’m on my way.

Ripoff answers the door looking good. Her hair is slightly damp from a recent shower and I can tell she’s not wearing underwear in those blue jean shorts. We catch up and both confess we haven’t handled this well. Then baby goes over to a nearby basket of clothes and grabs a piece of lingerie. She asks for the money and then tells me she’s going to go change. She goes to a room and closes the door.

Then I hear her lock the door. WTF?

After a moment she says you can come in baby…..I jump up, full of weeks of anticipation and walk towards the door. As I put my hand on the door knob, the door to the apt/duplex opens. A guy walks in on the phone.

“What the fuck?” he says looking at me crazy. Then he starts yelling “Who are you? “ and “Who are you here to see” and then “I know you’re not here for Ripoff. That’s my girl man. We about to have some problems.” Blah blah

Surprisingly I’m relaxed. I try the door handle but its still locked. I tell her to come out but she doesn’t answer. Meanwhile this lil short midget thug is talking shit on the phone. “Man I just went to the store and came back and this mofo at my house….” Now I know I’ve been setup. Then he hangs up like he’s going to do something. We he sees I’m not scared he’s like, “We gonna have to go outside and talk about this.” One backhand and a couple of jabs and I’d have this guy taken care of. A kick on the cheap ass door would allow me entry into the room where Ripoff is.

No sooner then I think it then I realize the real danger I was in. The legal danger. In a flash I realize if I kick ass and get my money back I could have all kinds of legal problems. It’ll be there two words against mine. And it is it really worth my Director title at work, my job potentially, not to mention the embarrassment.

I decide to bounce. I got enough cash to play another day.

I get outside and he’s still talking shit. I tell him they got a pretty good scam going but karma is a bitch. “My guess is you target professional men with a lot to loose. Nice. But be careful, you could run across the wrong guy.” He starts cursing me out. By then I’m out of the drive way and heading to my car. I see some of his boys waiting on the other side of the house. Now I get the sense of the real danger I was in.

The cash they stole was nominal. Glad I followed my instincts and didn’t buy ALL the shit she asked for.

In the end I chalk it up to the game. I consider dumping my SA account. Too grimey. Now it’s almost June. I’m hoping this summer gets better because 2015 hasn’t been good to daddy. I start to miss the old days when a daddy could post an ad on CL and call it a day.

A few weeks later I get a message from newbie named Kansas. I’ll post on her next time.

PS., excuse any grammatical errors, etc. I wrote this story on my lunch break

#daddy's journal #sugar tales

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choujiro · 7 years ago

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so i spent 3 weeks at ph and oh gosh

week one:

the flight wasnt bad at all tbh i got to watch my kdrama & listen to my favorite music

scratch that was kinda annoying because my brother took a xan & instantly knocked out once we were seated, my mom and a flight attendant got extremely worried because he wasn’t really opening his eyes

i told them he was just really tired

he fuckgin drooled and it smelled

i couldnt sleep for like an hour or two because we saved his dinner but on my tray and it bothered me

incheon airport is so nice omfg !!!!! bought a macaron at a starbucks there & i wish we had that here at u.s

my uncles picked us up from the airport and our younger uncle (20 yrs old) got chubbier and said he got really fat so we were like no ur jst thicc

while we were waiting for my mom to fix her phone he was talking to me about kdramas because he saw the iu photocard on my phone LOL but its really interesting because guys arent really into stuff like that

found out his girlfriend makes him watch kdramas lol

found out the portions at jollibee were wayyy smaller so my uncle told me to buy two of the same food yah huge shock to me

the wifi was incredibly slow; we had to buy this portable wifi in which we bought 1gb of connection for idk 300 pesos??? wow first world problems for sure

my mom, brother & i slept on the same bed & it was just so hot i honestly could not sleep (we couldnt really sleep anywhere else)

the next day my cousins and i walked to our other cousins house & the aircon in her home was just fucgkin AMAZING

we could not stand the heat tbh it ruined us

we went to the next town over to buy stuff at the market because we found out my uncle had fake gucci slippers

i bought fake nike slippers and some of us got the same along with gucci ones lol

went deeper in the market and found hella fake stuff like fake vans and addidas (i was planning to come back to buy them and when i came back to the market we didnt have time to get them so im really bummed esp since they’re cheap like 200 or 300 pesos only)

went to the local mall the following day & found this really cute shop that resembled h&m, i ended up buying this overall dress & used up 800 pesos out of 1000 & didnt have enough to buy anything else lol

went to the supermarket the following day inside another mall & ended up buying a bunch of snacks in BULK (my cousins bought wine & alcohol, ended up tasting really weird)

bought a LARGE ASS bulky bag of corn chips called bawang na bawang & when my auntie found out i called it “bah-wang” instead of “buh-wang” she kept laughing & told everyone else because apparently im saying town instead of garlic

met my other cousins’ family (they live in the same town, a 2 minute drive basically) and ate good food, talked to their uncle about palawan since we were going there soon

attended our parent’s high school reunion and watched them perform this dance line lol

we werent really interested in their reunion, i mean it wasn’t really for us anyways??

i actually got really sick the day before new years, i had a bad fever & had cold sweat. i told my cousins to move the fan away from me despite the weather being 80+ degrees :-(

i took antibiotics & got better several minutes before the new years hit lol

week two:

got sick to the point where i lost my voice

went to pagasinan and ate rly good sisig & etc

went to the same supermarket from the one back in my family’s hometown and ended up buying more snacks in bulk

my skin got super worse & im just like fuck it dammit

on jan2 we were supposed to go to palawan but our flight was delayed, we were transferred to a super nice hotel nearby, free of charge of course

got a massage with two of my other cousins for the first time, the lady thought i was korean so they were like “oh !!! korean!!”

i couldnt speak so my manang talked for me lol

gosh the massage was both relaxing and hurtful LOL

i understood the lady speaking to her coworkers as she was massaging me as she said she felt sorry for me because my skin has alot of scars

i didnt mind at all, i felt bad that she had to see it tbh

she told me to turn my body facing the ceiling so i did and omfg she pulled the towel and massaged my ..... armpits and boobs (im so ashamed because i shaved before i left the airport and it grew fast oh my god)

my cousins and i were talking about how our butts hella hurt after they massaged that part because FUK it hella hurt oh my god i have never clenched my buttcheeks so hard in my life

my kuya said he was ticklish there so he let out a giggle

we boarded our flight to palawan the next day and went island hopping right away. i felt really bad because my skin got even worse so it made me uncomfortable & i couldnt talk to anyone so yeah bad time lol

island hopping was nice nevertheless, we couldnt explore the cave because the tides were high

my cousins, brother and mom got a massage at the hotel we were staying after finding out we got one in the other hotel

the masseurs come to the room instead of having a separate room

so i couldnt go to sleep right away since the bed was being occupied smh

we went to a place called bakers hill the next day & it was really nice idk how to say it, it was much of a hill tho. lots of places to take pictures there i guess??? theres only one bakery there and its small, the families bought alot of pastillias and hopia to bring back home, basically we left the store with a box full of sweets

went to bagiuo the day we returned back to our town and went to a place called mines view where we had an amazing view of the hills/mountains

its realllly nice and green and man !!!!! gr8 view

went shopping for gifts at the local market and bought a jacket & two wooden keychains shaped as a small ..... dicc

my brother bought a wooden flute and he really used it throughout the whole trip like he played in the house AND during car rides. i think the good part was that it wasnt annoying at all, he actually knew how to play and did some covered a bunch of songs that made all of us laugh (my cousin recorded it and has the videos on her phone so i cant show everyone here)

we went driving at pengbenga park, but not literally driving. we got to drive these plastic race car things and it was sososo fun!!!! i overtook some kids & adults but mostly kids on the driveway & i crashed like only twice

we were given the choice to use a bike/multi-seater bike, race car, & other stuff but yeah race car boi

ate really bomb waffles and pancakes at this pancake house and LORD !! GOOD AMAZING AAAHH OOOOO

went to a small mall the following day and bought 50 peso facemasks and i spent like 15 dollars worth of them??? idk i just bought hella without counting my money lol

drove to manila few days later and went to a place called greenhills (famous for fake brands like nike and gucci) and my cousins and aunties bought alot of gucci, ray bans, louis vuitton (wallet, belts and bags lmao). went to a store called miniso and it was so packed i wasnt able to look around as much, & i really wanted to go here ;___; it was okay tho

so there are basically two malls in one, one small one with a food court and market with the fake items and a REAL mall; they’re connected by a yard which is partially a church lol (there was a tv outside so we assumed it was a concert of some sort, found out there was a priest praying inside the building along with so many others)

next morning, instead of going to another pancake house we were accidentally taken to a coffee house but honestly, it was the best choice ever

it was so fuckgin AESTHETIC I LOVED IT they decorated the place with flowers and it wasnt like overwhelming full of flowers it was just right and the iced latte?? AMAZING and ugh man i loved ittttttt

we went to a museum after and learned so much about jose rizal and the history of philippines before and during spanish colonization and it was super interesting

darn u white ppl go away

it was really ironic to see white people check out the museum too like.. first u colonize us then u wanna check our museum hm

went to eat after at a place similar to pepper lunch, so basically hot sizzling food

i ordered a sizzling tapa and it was so fuckgin AMAZINg gattdamn ugh i love sisig

we went to the mall after hoping to check out another museum inside the place (an ice cream one) but we found out that it was opened until feb

anyways we checked out the whole mall and ate some aesthetic looking ice cream which was amazing also

dropped off two of our cousins at the airport since they were only here for two weeks (the rest of us dreaded over the fact that we had one more week left when our trip here was originally 2 weeks)

went back to my familys town at la union and didnt do much

spent two days at baguio, day 1: found a kbbq and ate lunch there, it was only 300 pesos per person so we werent complaining

we went to the mall after and i checked out this store that had really amusing shirts, bags and pouches. i ended up buying a shirt with a bunny that said “bunnies like carrots but not this one. this one chose the jacuzzi” it was so amusing omfg

i bought a pouch that said “lechon is my lifeforce” aka pig and my friends were like “thats really amazing”

we left the mall to buy tea and i didnt have enough because i bought the bunny shirt so my uncle bought a drink for me LOL (i felt so bad tho)

watched netflix the whole time till it was time to sleep

the next day my other cousin was dropped at the house and we went to go out for a different kbbq place, it was much better (500 pesos per person too!)

went to the mall again and watched jumanji

watched black mirror when we came back

left the next day & went back to the mall since it connected to the other large buses to go back to town

week three:

next morning i met a faith healer who looked for the cause of my eczema, she cured my mom the day before because someone had cursed her food (she had stomach cancer several months back but she’s better, she occasionally has stomach problems tho)

one of the amazing things i have heard from her was that when she was cleaning my moms body with a white towel, she squeezed out the remaining water & black sand came out. she says the curse has been removed & that she’ll feel better soon

she looked at my skin and proceeded to put a special oil everywhere and said it mightve been the burning of a dwende outside the house when i was kid (when he was hurt, he probably hurt me too)

the next day she came by again and lathered a special oil again and came to the conclusion that when i visited the house when i was about 4-5 years old, the dwendes decided to play with me (which actually hurt me so)

she said to only have faith and keep praying, virgin mary will come by to heal you in the form of a sudden breeze with a nice scent

i know that alot of people might think this is crazy and all, but since i come from a spiritual family and had actual experience with something like this, its really easy to believe

it seems like the dwendes dont like modern medicine so everytime i put on my creams or ointments, the healing effect didnt last long

the next and final day, she put on oil once more and concluded that the dwendes have been playing with me since i was a kid so it was the root of my eczema. she had personally asked them to stop yesterday so she said they wont play with me anymore

as she was lathering oil on my skin, she said that i had nice legs and hands, the dwendes had played with me because i was “pintas” or pretty

so that kinda shocked me like me? pretty?? lol

but after that she said i will get better, i need to have faith and pray all the time. once you believe, it will happen (i have great faith in both the faith healer and myself healing, my wounds are slowly closing so im really determined to recover from eczema)

the thing about faith healers is that they DONT ask for money. you could donate, but they dont ask for anything at all. i believe that they heal people in the form of good will

my mom & i gave money and clothes, and soap as a payment for her time and faith healing and im sososo thankful for her

she also did this thing where she could figure out things by putting oil and water in a plate and picking out rice grains and letting them either sink or float in another bowl

3 rice grains had floated while the others sank and she concluded that there was something wrong with me, both spiritually and physically?? i couldnt understand quite well since they were speaking in ilocano

but something along the lines of that, she had called me soul in order to protect me so i can heal. and that kinda boggled me like soul? is that always with you? is my soul somewhere else? why was it that my soul had to be called? so yeah interesting

she also found out that my grandpa had visited (he visited last week too, along with my grandma) and he’s just watching the family in the living room

also odd thing but last week a white butterfly came inside the house while my cousins and i were just doing whatever and it landed on the couch my manang and i were sitting on

my kuya said there was a butterfly behind me and i was like fuk imma move couches cuz i just dont like bugs in general (my cousin had entered the back door the other night and felt something crawling on his head so he slapped it away, turns out it was a HUGE spider so yeah FUK that lol i wanted to throw up when i saw it)

so i switched couches and the butterfly followed me and went on my head so i shoo’ed it away

the next day after it had happened a lady who had a third eye/some sort of spiritual power said my grandparents visited last night and i guess i shoo’ed my grandpa away lol

anyways, going back to the rice grain thing, the faith healer knew i couldnt sleep well because my body has been burning for the longest time, so she put those 3 rice grains in a cotton ball and safety pinned it to my shirt

my mom said that her mom would often do the same thing to her sisters back when they were kids, it was really effective in to protecting yourself

i think its really crazy how theres so many spirits and the like in philippines, and also in vietnam and other asian countries as well. i thought it was because it was 3rd world countries or countries that had been colonized

i searched it up and 1) when PH was colonized, the conquestors often scared them with stories about spirits and 2) when the angels had fought lucifer and his army out of heaven, alot of them fell on earth, landing on the islands of PH

we all packed our stuff last minute and my mom was having a hard time since everything could not fit in the luggage, i told her just to put everything in our large balikbayan box and she refused, she eventually gave up (even the stuff barely fit inside the box). we left at 1am that day for the airport at manila and man, i guess i’ll miss ph

our stopover was at incheon again and this time we had more time to buy stuff at the airport. my mom bought her starbucks mug in which she was excited about. i bought another macaron and planned eating it on the airplane but my mom misplaced it & once we came back i found out it was smashed lmfao

i went to the duty free store and looked around for some snacks, the ladies were rly kind in helping me, i tried speaking in korean but had no luck at all lol all i said was kamsamnida after they had helped me

while waiting for our flight, my mom and aunties were telling us about stories about our other auntie since she’s really mean and all lol we were all curious to why she had treated everyone so unkindly basically the their whole lives

my cousins dont like this specific aunt and i dont have a good judgement of her either but my other aunt told us to always be kind despite that.

i had planned to watch the rest of my kdrama on the plane but i knocked out for 9 out of 11 hours of the flight

the men at the airports where they check our passport were so handsome omfg. the ones both at manila and san francisco like... so... handsome. i told my mom that they’re really good looking and she assumed it was because they were light skinned but even if they werent light, they were SO handsome like i dont discriminate against color man if youre handsome you are HANDSOME

arrived back at SF at 2pm and my manang welcomed us by making us cajun shrimp and it was literally the best meal ever ugh i miss american food

i had school the NEXT day, and i had barely realized that i signed up for a class at UC DAVIS instead of sacramento and oh my god i was truly fucked up lol (ended up fixing it tho)

i checked up on my character on maplesaga and found out that literally everyone had outleveled me like ok fuk

to summarize the 3 weeks there, my skin did not get better at all lol. although we were originally going to stay for 2 weeks, my mom couldnt fix our flight time and ended up staying there longer. despite it being dreadful at times, im really lucky that i had met a faith healer the 3rd week for my eczema. if i had left the 2nd week, i would not have been healed (the doctors here in u.s were completely useless so...) i was sick 80% of the time of the trip which made me feel bad lol but its my immune systems fault :-/// im really prone to extreme changes in weather, so coming from a 50 degree city to a 80 degree country took a toll on my body. it was the same back at home, during the summer the weather was often bipolar so that also took a toll on my body

anyways its so good to be back home except for the piles of homework stacking up ;__;

#i hope i can look back at my post and wonder oh wow i remember this happening #im quite forgetful #super long post but lots of stuff happened #the photos are on my ig if anyone wants to check them out

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