#and one to bring the rest of my stuff to yhe new place

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I've been so sick for dayyyyssss but I haven't been able to have a full day of resting cuz I'm once again in the process of moving. this blows

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Mini Fanfic #1110: Home to See the Doctor (Persona 5)

8:56 p.m. at Tae's Apartment........

HELP!........HEEEEEELLLLLPP!!!!

Tae: (Watches Compilation Videos of the Grimace Shake on her Tablet While Sitting on the Sofa Woth her Legs Crossed) It kinda scary how creative these kids are with these type of memes.....(Grabs her Chin While Looking Up at the Ceiling) I wonder if I should make one of my own too, assuming the shake is any good to begin with.

'Door Unlocked and Opened'

Sae: (Walks into the Apartment) I'm here........

Tae: (Smiles Softly at her Girlfriend Making her Way Towards the Sofa) Welcome back to my glorious resting place, beautiful~ Had a good day at work today?

Sae: (Scoffs While Rolling her Eyes as She Sits Next to her Girlfriend) I wish.....

Tae: Oh no. There's that cute scowl of yours again. Did the mountains of paperwork pissed you off this time or an impulsive client?

Sae: (Lays her Head Onto Tae's Lap) Yes. (Begins to Pout a Little) And I'm not cute......

Tae: (Starts Snickering) Really? Then why are you sulking on my lap right now?

Sae: Because the second half of work has exhausted me to no end! (Looks Away While Blushing and Snuggling up on Tae's Lap.a Bit) And....I figured you and your lap is the best source for comfort at the moment......

Tae: (Giggles Softly) Well, I'm glad my lap and I are helping you feel better for the rest of the evening. Here's hoping you could stand my usual snarky attitude going forward.

Sae: (Giggles a Bit as Well) Don't worry, I'll be fine. I'd much prefer dealing with your snarkiness than listening to my clients' complaints. But that's enough about me for now, how was your day at the clinic?

Tae: (Shrugs) Eh. It was as uninterestingly busy as always. Oh and thanks for bringing my latté to me earlier by the way. I haven't had the chance to thank you after you left.

Sae: It's no problem. If anything, you should be thanking Sojiro-san for giving you one for free.

Tae: You don't say? I might have to give him something nice back in return one of these days, if that's the case.

Sae: I mean, you really don't HAVE to, but if that's want you want do, then I say ho for it. (Notices a Guy Laying Down on the Floor Covered With Purple Like Substance on Tae's Tablet) ('Sigh') Oh god, is that guy doing that weird Grimace Shake meme?

Tae: Yup. I've been watching videos of these before you came here and they're impressing me so far. What? You've seen someone else doing this kind of shit before?

Sae: Futuba and her friends. They had the café nearly covered with purple smoothies everywhere when the boys and I arrived there. (

Sae hears a sudden buzzing sound as she takes her phone out of her pants pocket and check out the new messages she received.

Sae: ('Sigh') And now that I've told them about us being in a committed relationship with one another, they've been wanting nothing but details ever since. (Receives Another Message) That and giving you an invitation to our next D&D meeting tomorrow night.

Tae: (Snickers a Bit) Sure. I don't have any plans. Which reminds me, there's something i want yhe both of us to do tomorrow before we head over to the café.

Sae: (Raises an Eyebrow at Her Girlfriend) This isn't anything illegal related, is it?

Tae: Oh relax. It's perfectly legal. Mostly. I want us to give this whole Grimace Shake meme a test run.

Sae: ('Groans in Annoyance')

Tae: I know, I know. It's not professional for either of us to get involved with and it'll probably get gross in some areas, but these memes only last like a few seconds or so. I promise you it'll only be quick.

Sae: ('Sighs in Defeat') Alright. I'll take your word for it. Just don't expect me to be in a brighter mood if that stuff it's in my clothes and hair.

Tae: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on her Face) Afraid of getting a little dirty, Ms. Prosecutor?~

Sae: (Scoffs Once More) Of course not! I just.....don't want to look messy and unproper is all.

Tae: Like a clean freak?

Sae: (Pouts at Tae) Like a person with common sense, thank you!

Tae: (Giggles Softly) See? I told you you're a cutie~

Sae: Am. NOT! (Crosses her Arms) I am more of a profession of this relationship.

Tae: Suuuuuuuure you are, when I'm not around maybe.

Sae: (Starts Grumbling)

Tae: (Giggles Some More) Okay, okay. Seriously though, I'll have spare clothes for you to wear afterwards and will fix your hair back up if it gets messy. (Gently Strokes the Top of Sae's Hair) In meantime, just continue to relax for me, yeah? You've earned it after all the exhausting crap you had go through today.

Sae: ('Sigh') I have. And I'm glad this day is coming to a close. But.....more than anything.....

Tae: Hm?

Sae: (Gently Grab Hold of Tae's Hand with a Soft, Sincere Smile on her Face) I'm really glad I get come here to you tonight. (Starts Blushing a Little) Believe it or not, I've thought about you quite a lot today~

Tae: (Smiles Brightly) Well, what a coincidence!~ Cause I, just so happens, to thought about you all day as well~

Sae: (Giggles Softly) Really?~

Tae: Yes, really! I thought of how gorgeous you are, how hard you've worked into becoming the woman amd prosecutor you are today. (Starts Poking on Sae's Cheeks Affectionately) And let's not forget how much of an absolute cutie you really are sometimes~

Sae: (Immediately Gives Tae the Deadpinned Look) You're never gonna let this one go, are you?

Tae: (Casually Shrugs) What can I say? You're the easiest person to tease~ (Smiles Softly) But for real again this time, out of the people and....mostly dickheads I've dated over the years, I'm really glad and....maybe blessed even that I've ended up falling for an amazing woman like you. Love you, babe~

Sae's heart begins to flutter and melt in genuine happiness as she gets up from her girlfriend's lap and softly kisses her on the lips before gently places her hand on her cheek.

Sae: I love you too, Tae Takemi~ It may sound a tad bit cliche, but i honestly believe that you're the second person in my life who give my life more meaning than it originally has.

Tae: I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that your little sister is in the first category.

Sae: (Happily Nodded) Correct. Our relationship as sisters hasn't always been the best, but she's still my baby and I will do anything for her. Even toss her Ren-Ren to the ground if necessary.

Tae: (Playfully Pouts at Sae) Hey, cool it. That's my guinea pig your talking about here.

Sae: Who might also become my future brother-in-law whenever him and Makoto will inevitably get hitched.

Tae: I'm sure it won't be too long till it happen. Those two are already acting like married couples as we speak.

Sae: (Sighs While Rolling her Eyes) Don't remind me....They acted like this so often that it's astounding neither of them propose to one another yet. Still, I'll support those two lovebirds so long as they keep each other happy. (Hugs Tae Affectionately) And I'll also do my part in giving you all the love, affection, and care you need~

Tae: (Hugs her Girlfriend Back) Ditto~ And I'll do my best in teasing you as much as possible as well~

Sae: Unfortunately......

Tae: Hey, don't get smart and whiney on me now, woman. You knew what you've gotten yourself into when you've started dating me~

Sae: I know. (Starts Snuggling Up on Tae) And I don't regret my decision one bit.

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[taetaes-kitten]

Sins of the Flesh | Jungkook Werewolf AU | SMUT/angst | part 1?

A/n: … I have no shame… sexual content. Some choking. Not much werewolf stuff, but I’m thinking of doing a part 2. Let me know what you think~ Words: 2, 918

Your phone ringing woke you up, but it wasn’t unexpected. Glancing at the caller ID, you saw it was Jungkook. This was nothing new, he would call you any hour of the day, if he had something to say to you, with no consideration of if you were working, sleeping, or on a date.

Speaking of your problematic best friend, you’d been having the nicest dream of his head between your thighs. Over the past month or so you’d been having fantasies about him, but you assumed they would fade with time if you didn’t act on them. So, you put your phone under your pillow and huffed, hoping to fall back into your deep sleep, and the dream that had your mind groggy with arousal.

Until you heard the pounding on the front door.

“What the fuck?” You sat up, reaching under your pillow for your phone, right as it lit up once again with Jungkook’s name. You quickly answered his call as the beating on the door got louder.

“Kookie, there’s someone-” Your quiet tone was cut off.

“Open the door, Y/n,” Jungkook nearly growled into the phone, causing your breath to catch. What was going on? The beating on the door had stopped when you answered the phone.

“What is happening? Is that you beating down my door? What the fuck is wrong with you?” You heard him sigh and take a deep breath before speaking.

“Will you just come open the door? Please? I need to talk to you.” You started to answer him before realizing he’d hung up. Grumbling, you threw the blankets off of you and stood up, checking the time. 2:18 AM. You rolled your eyes and began walking towards the door, flipping on the lamp in your living room, filling the room up with dim yellow lighting. At the door, you threw it open to reveal your sweaty best friend, panting and leaning on the door frame for support.

“Jungkook, what-” Once again you were cut off by Jungkook, but this time in a different way. As soon as you’d made eye contact you saw his pupils grow very large, to the point that they were a bit scary. He charged into your home, shutting the door and pushing you up against it and before you knew what was happening he was in your face, angry.

“You have got to be fucking joking,” he spat at you, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I came here to ask for your help. I was going to- fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair, looking up to the ceiling before meeting your eyes again. Jungkook took a shaky breath, starting again. “I was going to explain some things to you, but I get here and you smell like this?”

“Were you asleep?” He stuck his face into the crook of your neck, one hand on the door beside your head. He inhaled deeply a few times, and without moving from his position, began speaking again. “What were you dreaming about?” His hot breath on your neck made you shudder, which in turn made him chuckle darkly. You were still frozen in place, your eyes wide.

“W-what are you doing? What’s gotten into you?” Your voice sounded breathless and weak. He lifted his head and made eye contact with you once more.

“Y/n,” he murmured, tucking your hair behind your ear. He was watching your face under heavy lids. “I’m going to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips just centimeters from your own. Before you could say anything he pressed his mouth to yours, his hand leaving the door to grip the back of your neck firmly, the other hand resting on the small of your back.

For just a moment, you reciprocated. For a moment, you let yourself get lost in one of your fantasies, lost in the way he was pressing his body closer and closer to yours, seemingly desperate for your touch. When your hands tangled in his hair and tugged, he groaned into your mouth. Somehow, that sound brought you back into the present moment. You caught him off guard, shoving him off you and glaring at him. He took a step toward you, agitation clear on his face, but you jogged away, putting distance between you.

“Jeon Jungkook! What has gotten into you? Why.. why are you acting this way?” You’d regained some amount of sanity, assessing him from across the room. He stopped stalking towards you like some kind of predator, instead opting to rake his eyes all the way down your body. He started with your messy hair, moved down over your heaving chest, and stopped where your large black t-shirt met the top of your thighs. “Jungkook!” His dark gaze went back up to yours. “Care to tell me what yhe hell is going on?” He blinked a few times and then looked away from you, his jaw clenched.

He ran a hand over his face, groaning loudly. Without looking at you, he walked to the couch and sat down, still refusing to make eye contact. You took a moment to assess him, now that he wasn’t looking at you. Some of his hair was stuck to his sweaty forehead, the same sweat that made his black, silky button up shirt cling to his muscular frame in the best way imaginable. Of course this was tucked into skin tight black jeans. Those were the only pants he seemed to own, ones that accentuated his muscular thighs. Bringing it all together, a pair of black combat boots. You tried to remember when he started wearing all black all the time, but you couldn’t. It wasn’t an issue though, because he looked good enough to eat.

Shaking your head, you started to make your way over to him. As soon as your legs began moving, his head turned towards you and he frowned, stopping you in your tracks.

“Go put some pants on, please,” he said in a gravelly tone.

“Oh… right. Okay,” you mumbled, turning and rushing out of the room. “What the fuuuuuuck,” you whispered once your door was shut behind you. Your hands were a little shaky as you slid on some leggings, taking a deep breath before returning to the living room. Jungkook was like a statue, staring straight ahead with his hands in his lap. You sat beside him, giving him about a foot of space between you. “So, erm,” you began awkwardly, unsure of where to look. “You said there was something you wanted to talk about?”

He didn’t respond, instead he continued to stare straight ahead, refusing to acknowledge you. You shifted towards him, placing a hand on his thigh to draw his attention to you. He went rigid, his eyes going down to your hand. He stared at it, and you stared at him, thoroughly confused.

“Jungko-” He grabbed your wrist with one hand, using the other to push you down into the couch. He brought your other wrist above your head, holding them there with one hand and using his other arm to hold himself above you. His body was pressed against yours and the air was thick with tension as he stared down at your flushed face. That’s when he unexpectedly let out a loud whine, pushing his face back into your neck.

“Why are you doing this to me?” He murmured into your neck, sounding defeated. He was quiet for a moment, just breathing. Then you felt his tongue on your neck, working in small circles. Then his teeth, nipping gently. When he bit a certain spot you let out a small moan, your body arching up into his. He pulled back to grin at you. “Who knew you were so responsive, Y/n?”

“Shut up and let go of my arms,” you grumbled, pinching his arm as soon as your hands were free. He only laughed, moving back into your neck. You didn’t stop to think about the repercussions of your actions as you slid one hand into his hair, the other onto his arm to grip his bicep. When your nails dug into his arm he moaned, the sound making your lace underwear grow damp with arousal. He froze for just a second, taking a deep breath and shuddering against you. You moved so that your legs were on either side of his, the hem of his jeans pressing against your core. On your thigh you felt his hard length, so you teased him by lifting your hips up to press against his.

“Y/n-ah,” he groaned out your name. Your plan to tease him backfired when he began dry humping you with slow, hard thrusts against your core. You gasped loudly before your mouth was covered with his own, working hotly against your lips. His tongue was in your mouth, roughly exploring before tangling against yours wildly. The kiss was animalistic, with him pressing into you as close as he could, his hips rocking in tiny thrusts, just enough to stimulate your clit. To say he had thoroughly wrecked you would be an understatement.

“J-Jungkook,” you mumbled, separating your lips and turning away from his face to try and break away for a moment. He only moved back to your neck, one hand coming up to play with your sensitive chest through your t shirt. He pinched one of the sensitive buds, thrusting against you particularly roughly at the same time. “Fuck! Jungkook, please,” you yelled out before remembering why you broke away from him in the first place. “Wait.” He stopped on your command, looking at you with hooded eyes. “Let’s go to the bedroom.” He smirked, not saying anything in return as he stood up. You let out a squeal as you felt yourself lifted into the air and thrown over his shoulder.

“I’ve never told you this, but I’ve thought it many times. You have a fantastic ass,” he said, slapping it on the way to your room. He tossed you onto the bed like you weighed nothing, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Strip,” he ordered, snapping you out of your stare that was fixed on his muscular abdomen. You made quick work of lifting your shirt above your head and lying back to wiggle out of your leggings. As soon as you tossed your panties away he was on you again, running his hands over any part of you he could reach. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this? You smell so fucking good right now. I want to eat you up… but that’ll have to wait for another time,” he growled in your ear, sliding off of you and flipping you onto your side.

Jungkook had always been extra gentle with you, this side of your friend was totally new to you. He just tossed you however he liked, moving you to fit his needs. He was behind you, lifting one of your legs up and resting it over his own. To be honest, you’d never been in this position, his chest flush to your back, his breath hot in your ear. You were totally exposed, breath coming in quick gasps.

“Are you ready for me?” His voice was a whisper, one hand running from the knee that was propped up on his legs to your inner thigh, pausing before moving where you needed him most. “So wet, just for me.” He rubbed your clit in slow circles, reveling in the way you groaned out his name. “You were already wet when I got here, I could smell it.” Smell it? You were confused, but before you could voice your question he continued. “Why? Weren’t you sleeping?”

“I- I was dreaming,” you managed to get out, your hips trying to push forward into his hand. You shut your eyes tight, embarrassed at the words leaving your mouth. “I was dreaming about you- about your mouth- Jungkook please!” He was moving his hand faster, pressing his hard cock against your ass, trying to find some kind of friction. “I need you inside me, please,” you moaned out and he froze, removing his hand from your clit.

He grabbed his erection and you felt him pump it a few times before sliding it up against your slit, the head resting against your clit. He was teasing you.

“What did you say you wanted? I didn’t hear you.”

“You- your cock inside me. Please, Jungkook. Don’t tease me. I need you so badly.” You were on the verge of tears. Your words had some affect on him because he stopped all movement, then his hand went back to his dick, lining it up with your entrance. He pushed in slowly, moaning loudly at the sensation. Your breath was caught in your throat, the pleasure overwhelming. “Oh, Kookie.”

“Fuck, y/n. You’re so tight,” he whined, moving slowly, letting you get used to his size. He was filling you up perfectly, and you felt each slow thrust down to your toes. He started to speed up, his mouth going back to your ear. “Is it good? Is this what you want?”

“Yes, Jungkook. S-so good.” His forearm pressed against your thigh, holding you in place, and you felt his hand sliding down from your belly, over your mound, before pressing two fingers against your clit. You yelled out his name, making him grunt and move faster. The way he was pounding into you was jarring your body, creating friction where his hand was pressing down on you. “It’s too much- I- ah!” He started thrusting into you ever faster, his breath hot on your ear.

“Are you close? Do you want to come all over my cock?” You let out a loud moan, nodding. His other arm that had been under you began to move, coming around so that his hand was on your neck. He started to squeeze lightly, constricting your air flow. You were jerking wildly agsinst him, the pleasure too much to handle. Jungkook gripped your neck tighter and you closed your eyes, something inside you snapping.

Your orgasm rocked through you and you let out a silent scream, Jungkook still pounding into you. Your walls clenched his cock over and over as you rode out your orgasm. When he released your neck you gasped for air, seeing stars. He pulled out of you, climbing over you and flipping you onto your back. You watched in a daze and he pumped himself with quick strokes, occasionally digging his thumb into the tip.

“Spread your legs, let me see you.” You just nodded, spreading your thighs so he could see the mess he’d made of you. “Oh, fuck. Fuck!” His eyes rolled back into his head and you sat up quickly, swatting his hand away and taking him into your mouth. “Jesus, y/n! Just like that,” he moaned, grabbing a fist full of your hair and thrusting into your mouth. Tears started falling from your eyes and you gagged, but you ignored the pain and focused on your breathing. He came hard, rocking his hips into your abused throat. You swallowed the bitter, salty liquid as it shot out. He finally pulled out and bent down, pulling you into a sweet kiss. “Wow.”

He pulled you down onto the bed with him, pulling you into his chest.

“We need to get cleaned up,” he murmured, but your eyes were alrwady closed.

Jungkook shook you awake, and you opened your eyes, shutting them immediately and groaning at the bright light. You heard him curse and then gently push you off him. He got up off the bed and you opened your eyes and smiled at the sight of him getting dressed. Something was wrong, though. Your smile slipped away as you noticed his body language and his angry muttering.

“Kookie? What’s wrong?” You wrapped the bedsheet around you, standing up and walking behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He shoved it away angrily. “Jungkook?”

“How could I have done something so stupid? I can’t stop fucking up. All I do is make mistakes,” he grunted angrily. He buttoned his shirt and turned to face you. “Why did I do it? I’m such an idiot.”

To say you felt hurt by his words would be an understatement. A mistake? Stupid? You turned away when you felt tears gathering in your eyes. He called to you but you ignored him, picking up your clothes and getting dressed in the bathroom. A few tears slipped out and you took a deep breath, wiping them away. He was standing where you left him, looking utterly miserable beside the bed.

“I want you to leave Jungkook.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“Leave? Why? I still need to talk to you.” He sounded confused but you didn’t bother to explain, instead pushing him backwards, making him almost lose his footing.

“Just go. I get it. You made a mistake. It was stupid. Now leave. I don’t want to look at your face.” You’d started to cry. “Damn it. Just go.”

“Wait! That’s not-”

“Get out, Jungkook!” You were almost screeching. It was silent for a few seconds.

“Fucking fine. I’ll go. But we’re not done here,” Jungkook said angrily. He spun on his heel, slamming your front door on his way out.

You took a deep breath, sitting down on your bed with a sigh. The crying started slowly, progressing into violent sobs that racked your frame. How the fuck had you let this happen?

…should I do a part 2? I want to… I want it to have more werewolf-y stuff in it

[jojosmusing-blog]

Can I get Gio taking his fem s/o to meet yhe gang a couple years after VA and the s/o on turn bringing him to meet her father, who is a kind and old man?

Of course you can~

So everyone is alive and well and happy in this, okay?! ;; This turned also more into a scenario rather than hcs… Don’t let me write about Giorno, I won’t know when to stop ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I hope you like it! :D

Giorno arranges adinner at one of the restaurants, where he eats quite often after he became theboss of Passione. He assumes his s/o might feel more comfortable in a morepublic and a more carefree setting, rather than inviting his s/o to his placeand gathering the gang in the living room, where all of the attention iscompletely on his s/o.

His s/o alreadyknows Mista, because Giorno’s underboss and bodyguard barely ever leaves hisside. However, his s/o is still nervous. After all she’s about to meet a bunchof new people; Giorno’s closest friends, which are more his family than friends,so of course his s/o is nervous.

When they stand infront of the little restaurant his s/o hesitates for a moment. Giorno noticestheir reaction, of course. He tilts his head to the side questioningly, butdoesn’t say anything. His s/o sighs, lowering her head and murmuring that she’snot sure, whether she can do this, she doesn’t wanna make a bad impression andtherefore probably disappoint Giorno. Giorno’s expression softens the slightestbit, and he takes her face into his hands, forcing her to look up at him.“Gioia mia, you can’t possibly disappoint me. They will like you. Mista alreadydoes, and me as well, so please don’t worry.” He presses a small kiss to herforehead before holding out his arm for her to hold onto. His s/o can’t explainit, but looking at Giorno always has a strange effect on her. It’s almost as ifhe sorts of absorbs the doubt she had and only leaves room for confidence.

The gang is seatedat a table in the back; drinks and some antipasti already served., and everyonechattering with one another. However, once Giorno and his s/o arrive thechattering stops and the focus shifts to the newly arrived couple. Luckily itdoesn’t last long since Giorno starts introducing her to everyone. A man olderthan the rest of them in a wheelchair, Polnareff, and a younger man withshorter black hair, Bruno as Giorno said, greet her in such a nice and politemanner that Giorno’s s/o’s nervousness kinda dissolves. The other blonde guy,Fugo, is a bit more reserved, but also really polite. Only a pretty tall guywith long hair, Abbacchio, seemed to be a bit grumpier than the rest of them.

“Yo, how old areyou?! Are you younger than me? Then I gotta let you know, you gotta respect meas your elder, got it?! Even if you’re my boss’s girl.” Narancia is the most talkativeperson out of the group, and even if he seems a bit foul-mouthed, he is alsothe least serious; asking her about random stuff instead of asking serious questionsabout her, her life, her relationship with Giorno and so on.

In the endGiorno’s s/o is extremely grateful and relieved that this group is so nice, andtreats them so nicely. Giorno holds himself back, only saying something whenit’s required, but otherwise letting his s/o get to know his friends on theirown. He hides the proud and happy smile behind his drink.

 Giorno’s s/o’sfather is a kind, old man. That’s what his s/o always said about him, and thisis also the first impression Giorno gets when they arrive at his s/o’s father’shome and are greeted by him.

Giorno isn’tnervous about this meeting at all. He meets the most corrupted, criminal anddangerous people of Italy, sometimes even beyond the country, every day. Thetimes where he was nervous before a meeting are long over. Even at the timeswhen the whole mafia business was still new to him, was he able to keep hiscomposure. No one ever suspected him being nervous or new to it.

His s/o can expectthe most polite greeting from Giorno when her father opens the door. He shakesthe old man’s hand, a smile on his face, bows his head a bit. He pretty muchwon him over with this (maybe even exaggerated) behavior. Giorno also brought agift; a bottle of the finest wine (he asked his s/o beforehand, whether andwhat kind of wine their father likes).

Her father offersthem a seat in the living room, brings them some coffee, some pieces of cake,and Giorno tells him kindly that none of this is really necessary, that he’sjust glad to finally meet him in person, since his s/o told him so much abouthim all the time. Sometimes his s/o still wonders about Giorno and his way withwords.

Still, her fatherasks Giorno all kinds of question. About his own family, his life so far, hisoccupation; he’s worried, he wants to make sure his child is in good hands.Giorno has a way of answering some questions without actually answering them.He doesn’t lie about his family, a mother he hasn’t seen since his youth, adead father, but he doesn’t talk about his real occupation. He evades thequestion so skillfully that her father even smiles in understanding. Giornoassures him, though, that he will do whatever is necessary to keep his s/o outof trouble and to keep them safe. His s/o knows this, but she also knows thatGiorno’s methods to make sure of that are eventually not something her fathershould know about.

Still, maybe it’s herfather’s intuition, maybe he suspects that Giorno may have not told him thewhole truth, because he looks at Giorno completely silently, a serious and firmlook on his face. But, it dissolves very quickly and soon the smile is back onthe man’s face. Giorno’s s/o thinks it’s nice to know that he cares so muchabout her, but there’s no need to worry. She’s already way too deep involved inthis kind of life, so there’s probably no safer place for her to be than byGiorno’s side.

When they leave,Giorno’s s/o’s father takes his hand into his, smiling and telling him thathe’s a good guy and that he shall make his daughter happy. His s/o smiles. It’sthe same phenomenon she experienced herself many times whenever she looks atGiorno. Her father sees a good person in Giorno because Giorno has a way ofmaking people see themselves in him. Her father sees a good person in Giornobecause he himself is a good person. Still, her father isn’t wrong. Giorno hashis flaws, but he is a good man~

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2017: on the bike

As I look back on the 2017 cycling season I am reminded of how blessed I am to be up and riding everyday, whether it be riding to work or throwing century rides down like it’s going out of style.

I ended the year with 5843.8 miles. Down by 1000 miles over 2016 totals. I also gotta remember I did more centuries this season than ever, at ten. I set more than a handful of personal records. I had a single day mileage distance at 130.6 in eight and a half hours, ride time. I also set a century personal record for myself solo, and in a pack. My solo time was 6 hours 12 minutes, and my group century was 5 hours and 20 minutes. Both were awesome rides. The only thing I didn’t get accomplished was back to back one thousand mile months.

I had the privilege to get two new bikes this year. One was planned, the other was because of some horrible circumstances that happened. I got my BMC Roadmachine in February as my diverge had 6900+ miles on it. My mountain bike, and commuter bike that I had and was tried and true, and was bomb-proof was stolen one night while I was at work. That’s where the second Bike Acquisition came from. Which was a HUGE blessing in disguise. As much as I miss my trusty commuter bike. I just could not bring myself to get rid of it.

I got the BMC in February thinking I would be stuck indoors on the trainer. Boring. I actually was wrong and got to ride it outside the next day. I love it so much. I rode it on the BRR ride in February since the roads were awesome!

Yhe BRR ride is the first ride in Iowa in the late winter, or early spring depending on weather. BRR is 25 miles round trip from Perry to Rippey, Iowa. It is very flat with two gentle grades on the route. Normally I take the mountain bike. Not this year. It was Road Bike kind of day.

After BRR I went back to commuting during the week, and long rides on gravel or paved trails on weekends. Trails were clear fairly early this season as we didn’t have much snow.

My rule of thumb is, I wait til the first rain to wash the trails clear, and then I break the road bike out of Hibernation to go play. I rode about 500 miles indoors, the rest outside. With my rule in place. We didn’t have much snow. So I was outside a lot.

Once I got outside for good, I started going Long and hard. I rode the stock tires from February to June. I then swapped tires out for narrower 25 Millimeter wide road tires. So awesome and fast.

I rode a lot of gravel in February and March in preparation for the gentleman’s gravel race the first Saturday in April. I also rode a fair amount of pavement trails as well. I loved the early warm weather in the season.

After the gentleman’s race I focused strictly on distance miles since I had to get ready for my 200 mile double century to raise awareness and help put a stop to human sex slave trafficking.

The okoboji 200 is a one day, 200 mile ride at 18.1mph average from West Des Moines to Okoboji Iowa. It is a fundraiser to raise money to put a stop to human trafficking in India and Nepal.

After the 200 was a “short” break before RAGBRAI. RAGBRAI was a short and fairly easy for me this year. 453 miles of flat northern Iowa countryside. This years route went from Orange city to Lansing. It was the third shortest and third flattest in history. RAGBRAI rolls around and I’m super excited and happy to see the people I only get to see once a year or so.

I have done RAGBRAI too many years to the point, the rides just camouflage together into one big memory. I remember certain aspects of each week, but never a whole week because of fatigue and some stuff I just ignore, or deliberately forget. People ask me what my favorite part of the week is. My response…ALL OF IT! I don’t have a favorite part of the week. I have favorite stops and vendors but not one whole aspect of the week. My favorite vendor is Mr. Pork Chop, in case you were wondering.