#any other tuesday babies out there hahaha

[lemonycranberries]

oh look. ongsa was born on a tuesday just like me

[purplesurveys]

1940

When was the last time you were bitten by an animal? What kind of animal was it? Max bites me often, though never aggressively. He does scratch me both accidentally and on purpose all the time, and it's those instances that have led to lots of gashes and bleeding and Band-Aids, lmao. My arm is never not decorated with scratches anymore.

When was the last time you had sex/did something sexual? How was it? This afternoon. It felt nice.

When was the last time you did something illegal? What did you do? A few weeks ago when I was watching BTS content pirated on Dailymotion, lol.

What was the last colour you dyed your hair? Purple.

Tell me about the first five photos you have on your phone or camera. My answer would have to be a guess because my phone's in my room upstairs and I don't feel like going up to get it – in any case my best guess is that Kimi has to be in that mix of five somehow. I have no clue about the others.

Who was the last person you know to have something big happen to them (i.e., get engaged/married, have a baby, etc.)? Angela passed the boards, got engaged, and reserved a condo unit this year alone. I'm soooooooo stoked for her ♡

Is there anybody over the age of 40 that you think is hot? Nobody comes to mind.

Have you ever been punched in the face? Nope.

Do you have to watch yourself in the mirror while you brush your teeth? Hahaha sometimes I will, other times I won't bother.

Do you think your last ex deserves to die? No. I don't like her, but I wouldn't wish death on her.

How’s the love life going? There's none, and it's great that way.

Do you think the last person you Facebook messaged is a virgin? Nopes.

Have you ever been cheated on, or had a guy move on extremely fast after a long, seemingly sincere relationship? I've experienced the latter.

Have you ever had someone drag his or her nails down your back? Continued from earlier in the evening. Yes.

If you’ve been hurt in a past relationship, are you more jaded this time around? Jaded to the point of never dating again, yes.

[TW: ABUSE] Have you ever been in a physically abusive relationship? No.

Have you ever felt more like you needed someone, and less like you loved that person? Mm, not at all. I know that I loved that person.

Is there any habit, attachment, or addiction that you feel you have beaten or risen above? ARMY life. It's understandable – fans go through their baby ARMY phase for a few months wherein consuming BTS is all they'd do. I was the same. I could make every conversation return back to them if my life had to depend on it; I spent an irresponsible amount of money on merch and I had no savings for like two years (although this was really more of a personal problem tbh, lol); I'd play their videos 24/7; I went to every pop-up store, memorized every single promotion schedule by heart, save 10,000 pictures of them on my phone, etc.

The boys enlisting in the military honestly really helped me in taking it down several notches. I'm still hardcore ARMY, but I'm a lot more chill this time! No longer obsessive. I don't feel the need to catch Run Jin at Tuesdays 8 PM sharp, but I'll watch it all the same. I'd no longer memorize a member's promo schedule for their releases, but whenever they would drop a concept photo or the tracklist I'd just eventually catch up. Little things like that. They've evolved to feeling like low-maintenance besties that I can catch up with every once in a while, and it's a nice feeling to have.

Have you ever lived with a friend? Nah.

Have you ever only liked someone because you found out they liked you? No. We liked each other.

Do you think people act weirder or that stranger things happen when there's a full moon? No and I don't believe in things like that.

Do you think you would make a good parent someday? No. My patience with kids is way too short.

In which were you happiest: elementary, middle, or high school? High school, 100%.

Have you ever written something on a street sign? I have not.

Life is nothing without passion. What are your passions? Writing, animals, history and culture.

How's the weather lately? Well it's typhoon season again, so we have patches of sun-rain-sun-rain all day long. Suffice it to say it's also been consistently humid.

You can bring back one dead pet to life. Which one? Tobi, our pet bunny, so I can continue my attempts for he and I to be closer and so I can learn the formula of him not biting whenever I'd reach out to hold him. He didn't live very long so I wasn't able to achieve these when he was alive.

I know the obvious answer here would have been Kimi – but I know 100% that bringing him back would just hurt me a million times more than it would relieve me. He already had a great run. I'd much rather keep hanging out with his urn in the living room.

Is there a pillowcase on your pillow? Describe it: It's just a plain beige one.

School: what classes are you taking at the moment? I haven't been in school in four years.

What scent is your deodorant? It has powdery and floral notes.

Are you happy with what you see when you look in the mirror? For the most part, yes.

Does it get super hot in the summer where you live? Yup, so very uncomfortably hot. People here get heat stroke or faint all the time because of the heat. As for me, during the summer months, I need to have the aircon on all afternoon because I genuinely cannot think well if it's too hot; and if I cannot think well, I cannot do my work well.

Would you ever date someone of the same sex? I did.

If you HAD to be raised by another family member than you were, who? My favorite aunt. She did a fantastic job raising her kids, who have now grown to be my confident, outspoken, and intelligent cousins. They're best friends with each other and her kids are very open with her, which is a rarity in Filipino parent-child relationships to be completely honest. She's always had a very liberal point-of-view on things to begin with, which to me is a major factor in how her kids turned out.

Are you close with you best friends' parents? Do you know them very well? I am extremely close with Angela's parents and they pretty much treat me like their second child. They feed me, video call me to give me advice on pretty much anything, greet me for every milestone, etc.

Basically, the relationship I have with them + even with my aforementioned aunt is the relationship I've always sought from and should have been having with my own parents.

Do you like reptiles as pets, or do they gross you out? They don't gross me out, it's just that they wouldn't be my pet of choice as I wouldn't know the first thing in giving them the proper care and conditions that they'd need to survive.

What is the youngest age you would consider dating somebody? Tbh just 25, so a year younger lol. Anything younger, to me it already starts to feel like I'm dating a kid.

Favorite type of seafood? Mussels!!! And oysters. Sashimi, too. I also enjoy crab but mostly on the crab fat side; their meat is just meh.

Are you more traditional or progressive? Progressive.

Are you into the occult? No.

How long was your longest relationship? We were involved for six years total. There was one on-off phase at some point, but even during that time you can say we were still involved with each other.

Did you ever honestly believe you were going to marry your highschool bf/gf? Honestly, yeah.

Are you a virgin? Do you believe virginity is "sacred?" No and no.

Would you say that you have a lot of friends? Not really, but it's also because I prefer my circle to be small.

Are both your parents alive? They are, yes.

Were you raised by your biological parents? They did, alongside my grandma and aunt (mom's sister-in-law).

Has your family ever been broken? It's frustratingly dysfunctional. We have walls built up around one another; it's so easy to tell. My parents have also never been the open type so naturally, as their kids, we mutually learned not to be open with them.

Do you think your parents respect your space? My dad does; my mom doesn't.

Are you close with you siblings, if you have any? I'm close with my sister.

Have you ever in anger told your parent(s) that you hated them? I wrote this sentiment about my mom in the journal I kept when I was younger. She wasn't the best. She had set such high standards for her kids and she never realized that we were just...kids. We needed to be perfect, spotless, neat, smart, polite, make zero mistakes at all times. We weren't allowed to cry, to have one notebook out of place in our school bags, to leave even a single grain of rice in our plate. But she also never explained Why We Had To Be All These Things That She Wanted Us To Be.

All we knew was that if we didn't follow her orders, we were going to be the subject of her yelling, and it didn't matter if it was 5 AM when we were barely awake, or 11 PM when she'd get home from work. All we knew was that if we made a mistake, even if we didn't know at that time that it would be a mistake, she'd give us the silent treatment for days and it'd leave us quivering and crying in fear and thinking "Is she ever going to talk to me again?" Things that no kid should be forming thoughts about.

So yes, I wrote in my journal that I hated her because that's what I genuinely felt for her.

What’s your favourite Thai dish? Pad thai!

Have you ever been on a date with someone you met online? How was it? No.

What sort of games do you like to play? I'm not much of a gamer lol and truthfully I do best with puzzle games or rhythm games. Simple ones that don't require much thinking or strategy-building.

What was the last candy you ate? I had a gummy burger and hotdog.

Do you know anyone who is deaf? I used to. My great-grandma's caregiver was deaf and mute.

Do you eat or drink as soon as you wake up, or do you wait a while? I wait a while. There's a couple of things I prefer to do first, like showering and taking the dogs out to pee.

What's your favourite kind of Oreo? Just the original one.

Do you play any games on your phone? If so, tell me about one. I've been playing Rhythm Hive since 2021. I like that it has constant quests so you can keep playing toward different achievements, as opposed to just having songs for the sake of having songs. I also credit the game for letting me discover new songs and building my interest toward the other Hybe artists.

Do you have more male or female coworkers? Female, for sure.

What's the longest stretch of time you've spent completely alone? During my breakup era when I'd only ever show up for dinner. That was from mid-September to December.

Do you have the same color eyes as your mother? Yes.

Have you ever been put to sleep for surgery? Nope.

When was the last time you went bowling? A month ago. I went bowling with my teammates. It's also how I learned that I'm not as awful at bowling as I thought, haha.

Do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Yes.

Do you have piercings anywhere except your ears? How many and where? No, you got it exactly right with ears. That's all I have and I don't intend on getting any more.

What’s your opinion on leggings as pants? Whatever, you do you. I personally detest leggings in any situation; they're SO itchy and I find it impossible to see what's so comfy about them. But if you love leggings, that's great! I wish I could too lmao.

Who was the last person you were in love with for more than a year? My ex.

Do you have a secret life? I guesssssss to an extent? This blog is a major factor in that.

Have you ever seen the last person you kissed without a shirt? Yeah.

Do your parents know EVERYTHING about you? Hell no.

Favorite thing to eat with peanut butter? Doughnuts.

If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? If pain/discomfort isn't going to be an issue, I'd go for either a nose ring or a lip ring.

The last time you held a baby: 2007.

Does your mom eat meat? Yes, everyone in the family does.

What would be your reaction if one of your parents said they were having another kid? I'd know at once they're pulling my leg as my mom has had a hysterectomy.

How do you feel about snails? They're cute, but I'm sorry they are also delicious lol.

Are you physically affectionate with your friends? I definitely can be, but I gauge their comfort level with affection/it depends on who they are, too. I'd never be affectionate with Andi beyond hugs because they have a girlfriend. I know Jo's iffy about physical touch so I always hold back. But I'd hold Angela's hand and lean on her shoulder whenever I want.

Do you kill spiders when you see them? No, I let them be especially if they aren't bothering me.

Would you ever adopt a child? No.

Do you like your name's meaning? Sure, it's simple and sweet.

Do you and your mom look like sisters? We get this a lot, yes.

Are you the same height as your mom? No, she's a bit taller by a couple of inches.

What subjects do you like to read about? History, pro wrestling essays, auto/biographies, and opinions.

Are there any (obviously fictional) villains you can't help but love? Gus Fring.

Can you name a villain who you could kind of side with? Walter White, though I also 'blame' that on the terrific writing the Breaking Bad crew did for him. He was never to be sided with, and yet they made me root for him – up until a certain point, that is, but the point still stands.

What color eyes does your significant other (or crush) have? (If applicable.) I don't have any.

Does anything around your home need repairing? The lightbulb in my brother's room, but otherwise that's it.

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7.25.23 Tuesday

12:59 am

Done,showering coz I took a nap before showering awhile ago coz I was so tired the entire day...

Just got back from my medical and I know everything is smooth and clear...

Still, thankful for Ely's assistance on me. He is really a good friend/ neighbor ( we need decency in the neighbourhood ) ;) ...

1:31 am

So,happy that I found out my pdf and mph template here, angels...

Hmmm....Well, happy that I'm now a certified "Diva" for some important mph hahaha...

7:16 am

Uncle Jun went out already going to the forest of Georgia and Betsilogz ( always wearing plastics coat)... It seems this uncle Jun is having a split personality... I just said to remind Uncle DD the next are rice and gasul ( still on creditz ), Uncle Jun suddenly replied on his irritated voice that they are still in the province.

Uncle DD sent food money yesterday 2500, I told him to make it 2600 for the water...

7:47 am

Still, I don't have any extras for my personal things like my lotions and my other serums and my future meaning I have to work and for John's stuff...

I'm really self-pitying... I need money angels...

Well,I think hmmm....Aunt Teresa is still on "silent snapping"...

12:59 noon

Done,eating with my son-dog and other gang Lalah the aspin, Neko the rotweiller and Nana...

I just covered an old book here and guess what???

Well, well,well that is how I covered my books during high school until college...

I used to buy my book wrapper at the gift gate and it was really my happy days... It is so good to remember... It is somehow pricey to buy book wrapper in the gift gate... Cute are expensive in real life...

In the Nutshell:

Yeah! Cute are so expensive in a way... Minimalist is mature and mature flowing...

My Mitch or Dra Mitch is seductive and boyish as well and fierce and somehow leatherish... I miss Mitch so much.. I miss some old classmates in Biology...

A lot of us wore a t-back or thong believe it or not but I was the baby... Yeah! Let's wear t-back tomorrow... Funny thing to remember...

Other issue:

I saw a black guy at the mall yesterday... I wanted to have an alien friends but I'm not immature but I have etiquette...

Yeah! He told me he is originally from nigeria...I'm not scared, I'm just being careful... I know crime is just here and there... I lost having intact friends alien and some FilipiNOSE... I wanted to gain friends but I need to be careful as well... The black guy told me that he is as well applicant and he is somehow ohkay on his application but he needs to process his visa...

He gave me his messenger but I have no obligation on him but he is fine ( a bit pushy )...I mean do his own thing first, let's see if he will be there...

I have my own baggage these days to manage... I just saw him... Let's see if he will be there...

2:28 pm

I still feet fat and ugly and old... I wanna remove my deep smile lines....

I wanna gain some uppish friends... I wanna have my xfactor back,angels....I wanna fix my butt blemish... I'm self-pitying...

I need money and career...

4pm

In the Nutshell:

I don't like men or a partner who will just cage me...I want growth coz I'm super self-pitying... I wanna earn and have my own "Pet Store"... Plus, I wanna buy Starbucks everyday...

7:34 pm

I really wanna have my own "Pet Store" angels...

8:31 pm

My pelvic is aching,I badly need a therapy massage... No fundings for now..

Uncle Jun is already sleeping even my baby John...

Still, thinking of money angels....Still, self-pitying...

I still need time to fix myself, I have complex... I wanna buy starbucks everyday and I wanna perfect my nose and make it super high ;) a positive highness, I want my own "Pet Store"...

Whew! I need lotions and serum and to remove my deep smile lines... John needs some personal stuff as well...

9:45 pm

I still have windblow trap....I feel self-pity... I lost xfactor... I wanna buy starbucks everyday... I feel ugly, fat and old just for nothing... I feel hurt since 2007...

[theheraldsrest]

“Inquisitor bringing back a dragon egg and claiming it as their own child”

Yeeeaaahh It’s been a bit since we’ve made any posts. Our schedules have cleared up a bit and we should be able to post more, and this time on an actual schedule. I’ll be posting on Mondays-Tuesdays and Cabot will be posting on Wednesdays. Here you go, our first ask back!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-”No no no NO! Absolutely not! We are not going to be raising a DRAGON in Skyhold! A dragon destroyed Haven, and that one wasn’t even on our side! How in the name of the Maker are you going to train that thing?! This is absolutely ridiculous, what are you thinking?! How-”

-You have to survive his rant first but, to be fair, he has good reason to worry

-If you keep it, he doesn’t argue with your decision, but you have noticed that Skyhold is being more fortified, people are being the taught on how to “take care” of a dragon, while others are being taught how to actually take care of a dragon

-Cullen sees this turning out two ways: One, this could actually be a great benefit to the Inquisition or Two, the Inquisitor has finally gone insane and this is just the Maker’s way of punishing Cullen for existing

Josephine

-”Haha, very clever joke, Inquisitor! You actually had me there for a moment! Hahaha...ha...he...you’re not joking, are you? Oh Maker…”

-Takes a lot of convincing to get her to actually allow you to keep it. Is even a little proud that you made a list of pros and cons

-Tries to even change your mind with other “pet” ideas. Just do what Leliana’s done and get pet nugs. They’re vicious enough if you train them. Or mabari, mabari are good pets, love cuddles. Or how about-?

-Is ever so slightly curious about how this will turn out though, even hires people who are dragon experts to help make sure it’s safe and well taken care of

Leliana

-”A dragon? That...actually could be very resourceful.”

-Unlike her co-workers, she finds this to be a rather interesting and fun idea that could really help the inquisition

-Does pass along notes about its growth to researchers and caregivers. Kinda wants to help in the process of raising and training it. How different can it be from nugs?

-Very. Very different. Nugs don’t breathe fire, for one.

Vivienne

-”Put it back, dear. We don’t need to add on another dangerous creature with horrible, destructive capabilities to our little group. We already have Cassandra.”

-It’s like a very tired mother telling their child to put back the puppy. The fire breathing, 200 ton puppy.

-Keeps talking about your image, trying to raise such a thing after the several encounters you’ve had with dragons ended with you almost dead

-Actually, no, go right ahead. She’d love to see what’d happen. Don’t worry, you’ll do fiiiine.

Varric

-*Currently having Vietnam flashbacks* “Please no.”

-He’s kinda split. On one hand, he doesn’t want to deal with this. On the other, imagine the stories he could write

-He thinks he needs to stop telling dragon jokes because the first time he said he had expected Corypheus to pull a dragon out of his ass and he did. Made the same joke about the Inquisitor…

-Comes to like the idea when he sees the Inquisitor treating it like a mabari. Who’s a good, man-eating, electricity-breathing dragon? Yes it’s you!

Cole

-”Your child? But...it’s a dragon? How do you make it your child? It’s rather big. Warm and happy, it doesn’t know about the outside yet or what’s waiting for it...I think you’d make a great mother dragon.”

-He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit. (Get it? No? Ok, I’ll see myself out) He has no problems with this

-It actually helps a lot that Cole can tell you if he's upset or not happy. Gives you an idea of the mood swings it has

-Cole is confused on why you keep calling it ‘one’ of your children. Who are the rest? Varric puts emphasis on Kid when he’s talking to Cole.

Solas

-*Solas Disapproves*

-What could go wrong? He has a list. What if it doesn’t listen? What if it’s uncontrollable? How do you expect to raise it? What are you even going to feed it? People? Your enemies? Where are you going to keep it? What if it causes more damage than the one Corypheus had? What if-?

-If he can’t convince you to put it back, he does try to help you with it. Hell, (if your inquisitor drank from the Well) you were able to control the ancient dragon, this one shouldn’t be much harder

-He gives it pet names, favors calling it names associated to the type it is. For example, a fire one would be nicknamed Little Burner or Little Light, a cold one would be Frost or Snowflake.

Cassandra

-*Cassandra Greatly Disapproves*

-Makes you put it back, she doesn’t even want to hear the ridiculous reasoning for why you want it as a ‘child’. You already have destructive children and their names are Varric, Sera, Bull, and Cole.

-There is absolutely no way in whatever realms that exist is she going to allow this to happen, the absolute absurdity of the whole idea is- Somehow you got it to Skyhold and it’s name is now Fluffy.

-Maker, give her strength to put up with you. She might see you as a great leader, but sometimes you can make some really stupid decisions.

The Iron Bull

-”This is one of the most dangerous ideas I’ve ever heard. Can I help raise it?”

-You don’t even have to ask, he’s helping to carry the egg, talking about different ways it could be used whether for battle or for intimidation

-He’s dedicating his time to this creature and has actually done some reading up on how to properly care for it

-If you’re not careful, it starts to think Bull’s it’s mother, following him around and chirping. The Chargers have taken to calling him Mama Bull. 

Dorian

-”That’s a brilliant idea, Inquisitor! And after that, we’ll go raise Corypheus from the dead and ask him to join us for afternoon tea! Oh, why not invite my mother as well! Why not just summon Andraste herself?!”

-Safe to say, he thinks this is one of your worst ideas. But he’s not gonna stop you. What? It’s gonna be funny watching you try and raise this creature

-Said he wanted nothing to do with it, but still comes around to make sure you haven’t killed it. And that it’s properly being covered. And that you’re not breaking it.

-He adores it, though, once it’s born. Won’t admit it, but the baby talk gives it away

Sera

-”This. Is going to be. The BEST joke. Ever!”

-Keep Sera away from it, she’s almost broke it several times, either by trying to carry it or rapping her knuckles against it

-It’s like a little kid waiting for their baby sibling to be born: she’s drawn pictures of it eating people and taking a shit on nobles, she keeps talking about what all they can do with a dragon on their side including blowing stuff up

-Has nicknamed it PeeWee. No reason whatsoever.

Blackwall

-*very deep sigh* “Please, please say you’re joking.”

-You’re not joking? Andraste, he’s too old for this. It’s like the Inquisitor is trying to give him a heart attack wherever he goes

-He doesn’t really give his opinion but you do see him give the egg a weary look every once in awhile

-Comes to actually enjoy the little thing, feeding it bits of food because ‘it gave me the look’ or petting it and telling it that it’s very handsome/beautiful

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You writing is soo cool, you're amazing! I don't know if you are taking requests, but what about a famous Y/N and meets professor Harry and he is like "I don't want to teach you, you are famous" and she is like "you are going to teach me and fall in love with me😏" and well, idk the idea just came to my mind and I thought of you to write it hahaha. Love your writing, keep doing it 'cause you are great!

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Professor Styles

“Ma’am, respectfully, I’m not sure this is a good idea,” Harry leaned forward in his chair, fingertips pressed together, aware of the large presence that sat beside him, his voice almost a whisper. “We’re already several classes deep, and as you know, my class is very difficult. She’ll be at a disadvantage going in, not to mention the students already in my class. The distraction isn’t fair for them.”

“Professor Styles, I don’t need to tell you how much this means to our University. I understand your concern, and I have every faith in you to help miss Y/L/N catch up to speed and keep your students in-check.”

He could feel the eyes of the famous singer on him as she uncrossed her legs and sat straighter in her chair. In his peripheral, he could see her burly manager, who stood in the back against a wall, take a step closer behind them like a bodyguard waiting to pounce. But for some reason, Harry had the distinct impression that Y/N could do without protection. He thought she was tough enough.

“Sir,” Y/N spoke softly and respectfully. Harry turned, seeing a reflection of yellow in her eyes as the sun shone through the window onto them, and he couldn’t help but think she was putting on an act for the Dean. “I know that the circumstances are...unusual. But, I promise I will do everything in my power to not cause any distraction in your class. I’ll sit in the back if that helps. Whatever it takes.”

The young professor took a deep breath, taking in her words. He looked around the room in thought, feeling everyone’s attention on him all the while. Some of the rumors about her seemed to ring true. Y/N had this energy about her that made it difficult to focus or think straight. She hardly took her eyes off of him throughout this entire meeting.

Harry sighed in defeat and nodded, “Alright. I trust she’ll be given the syllabus and information on everything she’ll need for my class?” he asked the Dean.

But before the Dean could respond, Y/N chirped, “I’ve already gotten it and I’m prepared to start next week.”

“Well, that’s settled, then,” the Dean grinned, victoriously, “Welcome to our school, Miss Y/L/N. Unless you have any more questions, you are free to go.”

Y/N stood up with a smile, followed by the Dean and professor. She stuck out a hand and shook them, saying, “Thank you so much. I look forward to starting on Tuesday.”

Her burly manager opened the door for her and she began to make her way out. And as Harry collected his things to leave, the Dean quipped, “Oh, Professor Styles. Before you head to your next class, I’d like to speak to you for a moment.”

Harry watched as Y/N closed the door behind her, almost certain he saw a wink, before setting his things back down and taking a seat once more. He listened as the Dean encouraged him to do all that he can to ensure Y/N had a good experience here, explaining how big of a deal this was and how Y/N taking his class might encourage more students to enroll.

Harry listened, respectfully, but wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes. It annoyed him that he was expected to baby Y/N and bend to her will solely because she was a rich and famous singer, and he refused to play a part in that. If she wanted success in his class, she would need to earn it just like the rest of his students.

When they finished their conversation, he was already running late for his next class. Again, he collected his things and made his way out of the office. As he speed-walked through the administration, he was surprised to see Y/N still there, sat on a chair beside her burly manager, talking. When she noticed him, she instantly jumped to her feet and raced up to him.

“Hey,” she said, simply, keeping his pace as they continued out of the administration building and into the main campus.

“I’m running late to my next class, Miss Y/L/N. Did you have a question, or can this wait?”

Her voice was so flippant that it bordered arrogance, “Just wanted to thank you again for letting me join your class this late into the semester.”

“It’s not me you should thank. I don’t agree with it and I won’t baby you. You’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I suggest you start reading your books so you’re not lost in my next class. Your classmates have worked hard to get to where they are and I’d hate for you to be the reason for a halt in their progress.”

“I think you’ll find that not to be the case.”

She was so smug that it caught him off guard. The looming of her large manager two paces behind him as they hustled down the walkway was even more noticeable now, along with the many whispers and stares as they continued. He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, perplexed.

He debated whether to ask, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. Not wanting to show any sign of weakness or that he’d entertain her malarky. But his curiosity got the better of him.

“Miss Y/L/N, why are you taking my class?”

“Why not?” she smirked in response.

He sighed, annoyed that he was even going along with this, “We both know you don’t need to go to school, especially for Advanced Musical Theory. Why are you only taking my class?”

Her voice was softer and more sincere this time as she spoke, “I’ve always been interested in Music Theory and wanted to take it before my career kicked off. And I heard you were one of the best teachers in your field.”

For a split second, in that moment of sincerity, he thought he might have just seen her, the real her, behind all the fame and money and act. But her innocence faltered as she quickly shuffled in front of him, making Harry fumble to a stop.

Her eyes were more seductive now as she hushed, “Besides, I heard about how hot you were and I needed to see it for myself. And I’m not disappointed,” she looked at him through her eyelashes.

Harry could feel the warmth rise to his cheeks, extremely aware of her manager’s presence behind him and the few students nearby, staring. He was sure his face was bright red right now as Y/N’s smirk only seemed to grow.

Harry was aware of his reputation around campus for being the ‘hot teacher’. He wasn’t a stranger to the gossip or the occasional student trying to make a pass at him. And, honestly, his ego enjoyed it. But he’d never crossed that line with a student before and she would be no exception.

He did his best to compose himself and continued past her, Y/N following behind, “I’ll ignore that and just give you fair warning,” he started, “My class is hard and you will not be given special treatment just because you’re famous. I promised the dean I’d get you caught up, and I will. Your class is every Tuesday, and you can meet me in my office after each lesson for an hour for the next few weeks until we get you up-to-date on what you’ve missed. I will not play into your games.”

“Yes, Sir,” she pouted, teasingly, and again, jumped in front of him, holding a hand out and smiling, “Looking forward to next Tuesday.”

Harry looked at her suspiciously, pausing for a moment before ultimately giving in and taking her hand in his. But before he could respond, she pulled herself closer to him. So close that she was practically whispering in his ear.

“But just to warn you, not only will I ace your class, but by the end of the semester, I’ll make you call in love with me.”

Her breath was so hot and her words were so unexpected that he stood there, stunned, while she pulled away, winked, and walked back towards her bodyguard, heading back from where they just came from. She waved to a few students that recognized her, and she looked back once to blow a discreet kiss before she rounded a corner and was out of sight.

Harry watched after her, stunned at her assertiveness while people were watching. But he shook it off and continued to his class, mentally preparing himself to break the news to his students.

The anxiety in the week leading up to the start of Y/N’s first official day in Professor Styles’ class was becoming more frequently accompanied by the Dean’s constant checking in on him to make sure everything was ready, more students visiting or showing up to class, and even more excited whispers. Harry, on the other hand, did his best to push it aside, not getting what all the fuss was about.

He had done his best to prepare his students for their newly joined classmate, even sending out mass reminder emails to those in his class to please be courteous and warning them to avoid distraction. But when he pulled up to the school that day, he noticed more students than normal just hanging around, scanning all over campus like they were scouting for something.

Harry quickly realized that they were waiting to catch a glimpse at the famous singer and he snorted, rolling his eyes. Kids were so predictable. He slipped his lanyard with his ID around his neck, grabbed hold of his coffee and briefcase, and got out of his car, heading towards his classroom.

The Professor smiled and nodded at the students that greeted him in the hallway, proud that he knew each of them by name, continuing to his class. He knew his students would already be there, by now. Harry was usually always a few minutes late and he assumed that it gave his students more than enough time to ogle their new addition to the class.

But, when Harry rounded the corner and saw Y/N leaning up against the wall, arms crossed and alone, his nerves increased.

“Harry,” Y/N beamed when she spotted him, practically skipping over to him.

Harry raised his eyebrows, clearing his throat, “It’s Professor Styles,” he warned, earning a sarcastic nod while he continued, “Why are you not in class?”

“I thought we could go in together since I’m new.”

“I’m your professor, not your babysitter. Go on in next time,” he said as they approached the door. Before turning the knob, he paused and faced her, “While you’re here, I’ll explain to you what I explained to them on the first day. I’m a pretty easy-going teacher because I know how hard this class can be. You can eat in my class, you can have your phones out, you can come in wearing pajamas, I don’t care. However, the biggest rule in my class is that you treat people with kindness. We do not judge in this class. We don’t interrupt people or talk over others, we don’t make others feel inferior. My class is a safe space for people to be their authentic selves and we respect that. Can you do that?”

Y/N’s stance softened and she grinned, nodding, “Yes. I can do that.”

“Good,” Harry nodded, “I’d like you to take a seat towards the back of the class for today if you don’t mind. I’d rather they pay attention to me than the back of your head.”

“Whatever you say, Professor,” Y/N exaggerated his title, her lips twitching up in a lopsided smile.

He looked down at her for a moment, narrowing his eyes, trying to size her up, before he gave in and turned the knob to his class. The buzz from his students loudly chattering amongst each other instantly stopped when he walked in, closely followed by the singer. Harry vaguely noticed that not only was every single one of his students present, but they all looked slightly more put-together than normal. He snorted under his breath, dropping his briefcase on his desk, taking a sip from his coffee cup, and placing that down, as well.

“Morning!” He called out, earning a chorus of greetings in return. He gestured towards Y/N who was making her way up the steps towards the back of the class, “I’m sure you all know who this is. We are incredibly lucky to welcome Y/N in joining us this year.”

Y/N stopped climbing the steps to smile brightly and wave obscurely at everyone, “Hi!”

Harry nodded towards her to keep moving. She rolled her eyes, playfully, and continued while he explained, “I know we’re all excited to have her here, but I want to remind everyone that while we’re in the room, we’re all students, and that includes Y/N. Let’s all focus on what we’re here for, so we don’t get lost when mid-terms get here, yeah?”

After another muttering of agreeance, Harry noticed Y/N getting settled in the back and he nodded, starting the lecture, “Okay, what I’d like to do is a one-minute warm-up on today’s exploration on duple and triple meter. So, I need everyone to stand up.”

The rustling of chairs echoed and screeched as students got to their feet. Soon, they were marching along to Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds by The Beatles, everyone laughing and feet stomping on the ground. He felt proud, seeing all the smiling, attentive faces in his direction and happy that throughout the lesson, nearly everyone had seemed to grasp everything that he was saying.

But, each time he glanced up in Y/N’s direction, he noticed that not only had she not even so much as picked up a pencil or opened her laptop, she had not looked away from him even once. He made a mental note to reprimand her after class and continued on.

When the lesson came to an end, Harry thanked the class for their cooperation and the students began to pack up their belongings. He watched as Y/N was met by a group of kids who were considered to be more ��popular’ around campus. He saw her friendly smiles, but could barely hear her over the noise.

Once Harry managed to gather his things and toss his now-empty coffee cup in the trash, he approached the group, earning a pleasant round of hello’s by the students. One of the girls, Jesse, made sure to bat her eyelashes a little more and lean closer than necessary as she spoke.

“Great lesson today, Professor Styles. I did have a few questions about musical texture and was wondering if we could meet privately so I could get some more clarity on that?” she asked, twisting a lock of hair around her fingers.

Harry was used to Jesse’s incessant attempts at flirting with him and getting him alone, but he never took the bait, “I’m sorry, Jesse, I have no free office hours available, right now. But please shoot me an email with all of your questions and I’ll gladly help you out.” He heard sniggering from her friends as her face shifted into disappointment and he turned to Y/N, “Miss Y/L/N, when you’re done here, please meet me in my office so I can get you caught up.”

“Yes, Professor, I’ll be right there.”

He waited twenty minutes before he finally heard a knock on the door. He had half a mind to ignore it and let her stand out there, annoyed that he was wasting time trying to help an entitled celebrity who clearly had no interest in his class. What was the point? But, he thought back to the Dean, and reluctantly made his way to the door.

“Your students seem to really like you,” she confidently walked in, taking a seat on top of his desk and tossing her bag on one of the chairs, crossing her legs. “Especially that girl, what’s her name? Jesse?”

Harry blinked and slightly shook her head back before closing the door and rounding the desk she sat on towards his chair, not bothering to give the statement a response. But that didn’t stop her from continuing, “She’s like, in love with you. Well, maybe not in love. But you definitely make her horny.”

“Y/N!” You shoot back at the brassiness.

“She’s hot, I’ll give her that. But she’s definitely got that ‘daddy money’ vibe to her. She and her friends invited me to a party next weekend. And that kid, Mark, gave me his number. He’s pretty hot, too. Looks like some kind of jock.”

Harry nodded, shuffling his papers, “He’s here on a full-ride soccer scholarship.”

“Damn, I’m good,” Y/N leaned back, pressing her palms flat against the top of his desk, impressed with herself.

Harry looked up at her, an eyebrow raised. He wished he could say that her confidence astounded him, but honestly, he wasn’t that surprised. He could hazard a guess that her success was probably all handed to her. She joked about another student being given ‘daddy’s money’, but if he had to guess, she was probably the same.

He set the stack of papers down beside where she sat on his desk and looked up at her with a sigh, “Miss Y/L/N, my desk is not a chair. Please have a seat.”

She slithered down off the desk and plopped in a chair opposite him, scooting it closer and crossing her arms on the top, waiting for him to speak.

He relaxed his shoulders and continued, “You didn’t participate much in class today.”

“Well, you told me not to be a distraction.”

“Yes, but you’re still a part of the class. I expect more participation from you in the next class. And that includes note-taking. You won’t pass my class from memory. For now, I need to get you caught up.

Harry spent the next hour trying to get her caught up on the very first day of his class, which she interrupted every ten minutes, or so, going off-topic or asking very personal questions like ‘do you have a girlfriend?’ or ‘how many students have you been with?’ None of which he answered. When there were about ten minutes left in their time together, Y/N interrupted for the eighth time that hour and Harry groaned, unsure that she had retained any of the information he had provided her so far.

“What made you want to do this? Teach Musical Theory?”

He looked up at her and paused for a moment and she stared at him, her head cocked to the side. She looked genuinely interested, and it wasn’t often that he got asked these questions. He decided he’d entertain her, just this once.

Harry slid the paperwork away from him and sat back in his seat, “I’ve just always been interested in music since I was a kid.”

“Yeah, so have I. That’s why I became a musician. There are so many jobs in the musical field, why music theory?”

“Well, I am a musician. Not as big as you, obviously, but I have a small band and we play gigs around town. But the more I deep dove into music and the history behind it, the more I got into musical theory. It was a hobby and a passion before it was a career. And I guess I just wanted to show people how fun and interesting it could be.”

Y/N nodded, seeming content with his answer before saying, “Well, for what it’s worth, I think you’re a good teacher.”

“You’ve only been in one class,” he chuckled, sitting up again and straightening out his papers once more.

She giggled, “Yes, but it doesn’t take long to know when a teacher is good or not. I see the way you interact with your students and hear the way they talk about you. Everyone seems to love you. It’s part of the reason why I chose to come here.”

“My reputation precedes me?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Something like that,” she grinned, before softly speaking, “You know, we’re not all that different, you and I. I’ve been passionate about music for as long as I remember,” she laughed and said, “I remember when I was seven years old my mom took me to the library and I must have read at least six books, cover to cover, about Chopin. I knew everything about him and even named my pet rabbit after him. Everyone thought I was crazy.”

“Classical music?” Harry questioned, surprised.

She nodded, sitting up, “I’ve played piano since I was two.”

Harry pursed his lips, nodding his head, “Never judge a book by its cover.”

They stared at each other for a moment, silence filling the room. She looked more innocuous now; harmless as she sat with one leg crossed over the other. By this small conversation she had, she could see bits of himself in her eyes and it made him bring his guard down. For a moment, he was fascinated.

But her expression changed, more curious, as she asked, “So, how many lucky girls get the chance to have this one-on-one time with hottie Professor Styles?”

Harry sighed, rubbing his temples, “You exhaust me.”

“Or guys, I’m not judging,” she shrugged, “Though that would totally suck for Jesse. She’s really crushing.”

“I’ve never dated a student and I never will,” he said blandly.

“Never say never,” she smirked, “Why not?”

“Because they’re kids and it’s inappropriate.”

“Kids?” she snorted, “You’re barely four years older than most of your students. And everyone is of legal age.”

“I am not having this conversation with you,” he said, packing his things, “Our time is up. I’ve got to get going. I’ll see you in class next week.”

She grinned, gathering her things together and following him towards the door. As he reached for the door handle, she quickly put a hand on top of his, stopping him from turning it and making him look down at her as she said, “Don’t forget, Professor. Never say never.”

He watched as she opened the door and slipped out, turning her head once to wink back at him before she rounded a corner.

Harry found himself nervous and somehow anxious for the following week to arrive. It was the first time for years he had gotten there before any of his students. Every time the door opened and a student arrived, surprised by his early presence, he noticed he would jump and whip his head in the direction of the door. He tried to tell himself that he was just jittery or had too much coffee this morning, but he knew that wasn’t the reason.

When Y/N walked through the door, he felt his heart start to race.

“Good morning, Professor,” she smirked at him as she made her way up the steps towards the back of the class.

He nodded but didn’t respond. He felt stupid for not knowing what to say. There were so many options; hi, hello, how are you? Nothing. Harry watched out of the corner of her eye as she made a dramatic show of pulling out a notebook and a pen, sitting back in her chair and propping her legs up on the desk, making her short skirt slip up her thigh even more, waiting while she tapped her pen on the paper while the other arm was crossed over her stomach and her thumb grazed against her mouth.

He shook his head, pretending to search his briefcase for something as more students started to arrive, annoyed at himself for letting her get to him. In his four years of teaching, this had never been a problem before. How was she doing it?

Y/N waved as the group of kids she was seen talking to at the end of the last class squeezed in and they all excitedly waved back, making their way back to the seats in the row in front of her, spinning in their seats to talk. He wondered what they were talking about each time he saw her laugh or look down at him and hold eye contact.

The lecture started smoothly. He had them do another goofy exercise to get them ready for the class and was able to keep everyone’s attention as he explained notes and scales. Harry noticed the singer scribbling down in her notebook and was relieved to see she was taking notes this time. But what shocked him, even more, was her participation. The Professor, although known to make teaching and learning fun, was also known to ask a lot of hard questions throughout the class. Most, of which, the students rarely knew the answers to. That’s why he was surprised to see Y/N’s hand raised after nearly every question he asked, and even more taken back when her answers were right. Every single time.

Students began to become amused, automatically looking in between the two when a question would arise, and giggling at the incredulous expression on his face when she had, yet again, gotten the answer right. If he didn’t know any better, he would bet that by next week the class would turn it into some kind of a drinking game. He could have sworn he saw Y/N giggle under her breath and even blow a kiss.

After class, once again, Y/N was grouped on the steps by the rows of desks with Jesse, Mark, and their other friends. Y/N would twirl her hair and smile towards Mark and seemed to have him wrapped around her finger, but Harry also noticed how she’d look over Mark’s shoulder at him and bite her lip. She knew he’d be watching, and he hated himself for it.

Quickly, he packed his things and left the room, heading to his office to wait for her there, wondering what they were talking about. He closed the office door behind him, tossed his briefcase on the floor beside the paper shredder, and decided against turning the lights on. He blamed it on a splitting migraine, but it was really because there were too many intrusive thoughts running through his mind that he was doing everything he could to ease it, including pacing the room.

The attempts, however futile, were short lived. Minutes later there was a soft knock on the door and Y/N emerged, closing the door behind her, strutting right past him, and plopping on top of his desk again.

“How was that for participation, Harry?” she asked, propping a foot on the arm of his chair which made her skirt shimmy up her thigh just enough that if he were to look, he was sure he’d be able to see what she was wearing underneath.

He took a gulp and fought hard not to look down, lightly pushing her leg off of the arm of his chair so that both of her legs now hung down, taking a seat and crossing his arms, “It’s Professor Styles, and you did very well in class today, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Told you that I’d be a good student,” but her smile turned devilish as she spread her legs apart further and bent down closer to him, “But I can be bad if you’d like.”

“Please get off my desk and take a seat, Y/N. We’ve still got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Whatever you say, Professor,” she exaggerated, slowly slipping off of his desk and rounding to the other side.

Again, Harry tried his best to catch her up on lessons she missed, but it hardly seemed to get anywhere with Y/N’s constant interruption of inconsequential questions and arbitrary thoughts that seemed to almost pour out of her mouth without thought. He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath a few times. She wasn’t boring, he’ll give her that much.

The more she fought against his attempts at teaching her, the more he realized that they weren’t going to get anywhere unless he gave her a little of what she wanted. So when she asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?” he sighed and ran his finger through his hair, giving in.

“No, I don’t. And why do you insist on coming to these meetings if you aren’t going to pay attention?”

“I am paying attention. You were talking about themes and motives of the piano and violin in Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony,” she said, confidently, crossing her arms, “I just think that it would be easier to come to class and learn if I knew my teacher a little better.”

He rolled his eyes at this attempt, but a smile crept on his face anyway, “What do you want to know?”

She smiled, sitting up, eagerly, “Well, it’s good to know you’re single. When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

He sighed, uncertain why he was even taking part in this conversation, “A little over a year.”

“And you haven’t tried again since?”

He shrugged, “I’ve been busy.”

“Or you were heartbroken.”

The response stung a little. She was right. And that annoyed him even more. How did she do this? Get under his skin so easily? Instead of answering that, he retorted with, “Well, what about you? You’re obviously single, otherwise, you wouldn’t be flirting so much with your professor or the soccer star.”

Her smirk stretched wider, “Oh, are we jealous of Mike?”

He scoffed, grabbing the few pieces of paper off of his desk and attempting to organize it in the side filing cabinet, “No, I’m not jealous of a student.”

“Mhmm. Well, for your information we were just talking about the party they’re having this weekend.”

He tried his best to look confused, although he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that party since she mentioned it last week, “Is that so?”

“Yeah, it’s on Saturday. Not sure if I’m going yet. I’m sure my manager and PR would have my head if I was caught getting sloppy at a college party. Not good for the image,” she whispered, rolling her eyes.

He shrugged, “College parties aren’t all that great, anyway.”

“I’m sure,” she said sarcastically, “Anyway, I have a concert the night before, so I’m usually exhausted by the next day. You should come.”

“To your concert?” he asked.

She raised an eyebrow, skeptically, “Unless you don’t like my music?”

Harry shrugged, “I haven’t really heard much of it,” he lied, “but my sister’s a big fan.”

“Well, I’ll put you down for a plus-one. As long as it’s just your sister.”

Harry felt a lump beginning to form in his throat and he shook his head, “I already have plans for Friday. But thanks, anyway.”

She shook her head, nonchalantly, “Well, offer still stands if your plans fall through.”

He tried his best to reroute the conversation back on topic and was thankful that she seemed to finally go along with it. But as it neared the end of the hour, he felt her eyes on his face more and more. He looked up in the middle of his sentence and froze when he saw her eyes on his. She seemed entranced and almost out of it. And something seemed to pull him into the same trance as her.

It was the first good look at her that he had gotten since their first meeting. Her skin looked soft and her eyes sparkled when the sun’s rays shone on them at just the right angle. He hadn’t noticed until now that the bridge of her nose was slightly elongated and somehow endearing. And her lips. Those lips.

Y/N shook her head and stood up. It was the first time that she seemed to be caught off guard, and that stroked his ego a bit. He glanced down at his watch and noticed that they had run overtime and he gasped. She seemed to realize, too. Hurriedly, they both began to collect their things, but in the frenzy, she accidentally flicked her pen off the desk and it ricocheted on his side, landing on the floor near his briefcase.

“Oh!” he heard her mutter, rounding the desk where they both hastily attempted to grab it.

Harry was the first to grab it and as they both stood up, they were face to face with each other, inches away. They froze, again, unable to move. He saw something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before; nervousness. Y/N was always such a confident force, and to see her any less than that admittedly made him gratified, like he had obtained a victory. But he, himself, was losing the battle. She was breaking him down one wink at a time, and he had never felt so weak in his life.

He could feel the strain of his desire pulling him closer towards her, the gloss on her lips looked enticing. If no one stopped him soon, he wasn’t sure if he could hold off much longer. He saw her eyes begin to flutter shut as the gap between them closed. Her sweet, minty breath swirled in front of his lips, he could almost taste it. And then a loud knock on the door echoed around his office.

Y/N flew against the wall while Harry awkwardly knocked his elbow against the back filing cabinet just as Jesse haughtily belted into the room. Her wide smile slowly screwed up into trepidation at the awkward tension that filled the room as the professor and singer avoided eye contact with each other.

“Jesse!” Harry quickly spoke, “What can I help you with?”

“I’m sorry, I thought you’d be finished. I just had a few questions about the essay, but I can just email you.”

“No, no, it’s fine, come in. Y/N was just on her way out.”

“Okay, cool,” Jesse smiled, stepping in further and placing her things on the chair opposite his desk.

Harry watched as the two girls exchanged friendly smiles, but he could see the slight embarrassment behind Y/N’s as she made her way towards the door.

“Don’t forget about this weekend!” Jesse called out after her, “I’ve never seen Mark so excited for a party before.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Y/N faked a laugh, sharing one last concerned look with Harry before closing the door behind her on the way out.

All week he found himself analyzing all of the occurrences that led up to him and Y/N almost kissing. He debated his sentiments, trying to logic every feeling of vulnerability and affection away with a simple explanation. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to pay attention to his work, constantly stumbling over his words of forgetting what he was talking about. When his class ended early on Friday afternoon and he sat in silence in his apartment, he stared at the blank television screen, contemplating whether or not he should take up her offer to attend her concert.

He paced the floor, opened and closed the fridge, tried to scroll through his social media apps, or read a book, anything to keep her mind off of her. He picked his phone up and stared at the home screen for a few minutes, constantly unlocking it when it got dark. With a final sigh, he opened it once more and dialed a number, putting it up to her ear.

“Hello, ya nimrod. What’s going on?” He heard his sister’s voice ring through the other end.

“How do you feel about going to a Y/N Y/L/N concert tonight?”

“You serious? Tonight? Bloody hell, yeah, I’ll go!”

“I’ll pick you up in two hours.”

Time only seemed to drag for Harry, left with nothing but his thoughts. It was enough time to go back and forth on whether or not he was making the right decision. Ultimately, he decided to go. He had already invited Gemma and he would feel guilty for bailing after getting her hopes up.

The sun was beginning to set and Gemma was singing loudly to Y/N’s lyrics in the passenger seat beside him. His palms were sweaty, gripped tight against the steering wheel. As the song ended, Gemma turned the volume down and turned to her younger brother.

“How did you get Y/N Y/L/N tickets, anyway? I didn’t know you listened to her like that.”

“I don’t, really. I mean, I’ve heard a few songs. But she’s my student and invited us to come.”

“She’s your student?” Gemma laughed, amused, “Cut the shit, Harry. How? Did you win them on the radio or something?”

“I’m serious. She’s taking my class.”

“What?” Gemma gasped, “And you didn’t tell me?”

“I didn’t think to.”

“You didn’t think to tell me that one of my favorite singers is a student of yours?” Gemma clarified. Eyebrows furrowed, she sat back and huffed, “Some brother you are.”

“Hey, now! I’m bringing you to her concert, aren’t I?”

The walk up to the ticket booth was one of the most humiliating things he had ever experienced as he uncomfortably explained who he was and that he was invited by the singer, herself. It took two people and a member of her staff to vouch for him before he and his sister were escorted through the venue and entered the pain event area through a private entrance that led them towards a VIP barricade towards the front of the stage. Thousands of screaming fans surrounded them, and Gemma looked around, shocked at the scene.

“This is insane!” Gemma shouted in his ear, bouncing on the balls of her toes.

Harry had to admit, it was pretty cool to see all of these people here for Y/N. He felt a sort of pride for her that he wasn’t quite expecting. And it didn’t take long for the lights to dim and the music to start.

He heard her before he saw her, and he felt his heart start to race again. He tried to play it off by the screams and the thumping bass, but when she finally came into view, he felt like he had been bolted to the floor, unable to move or talk or even smile. He was just stunned. Seeing her on stage was surreal. He knew of her, first, but it was hard for him to dissociate ‘student’ Y/N from ‘famous’ Y/N.

When they caught eyes and she realized he had come, a smile stretched across her face behind the microphone. He couldn’t help but mirror her, his shoulders relaxing as he managed a gentle wave. She walked closer to them on the stage, singing down at them, and he could hear his sister repeating ‘Oh my god, oh my god’ beside him as Y/N waved back in their direction.

Y/N was talented, there was no denying it. And the way that she interacted with her fans, you could tell that she was grateful for every second of it. It was touching. She was knocking down his assumptions about her little bit by little bit. He always thought that she’d be a spoiled, ungrateful celebrity, but that seemed to be completely false.

By the end of the concert, he had eased up and began to jump around, goofily, with his sister while Y/N watched, dancing around on stage, laughing and singing. Finally, the burly manager he had seen on the first day of their meeting with the Dean had approached him and his sister, informing them that they were invited backstage and to follow him.

His nerves began to rise in his chest again as they wove down several corridors until eventually, they stood before a door with Y/N’s name taped on it. The manager knocked loudly and waited a moment before they heard her voice on the other side call out, “Come in!”

With a turn of the knob, Y/N was now seen. She was in a new, more casual change of clothes and her hair was now up, but with visible beads of sweat lining her forehead and neck, she took a long swig of water.

“Hi!” she called, capping her drink and beckoning the two in, “Come in, come in! I’m so glad you came!”

“Hi! It’s so nice to meet you,” Gemma tip-toed closer to her, smiling coyly as the door was closed behind them.

“It’s nice to meet you, too!” Y/N grinned, giving Gemma a much-wanted hug, “Please tell me you’re Harry’s sister.”

“Yes, I’m Gemma, his older sister.”

“Oh, thank god. I was worried he’d bring a date,” Y/N said, boldly, “He’s been playing hard-to-get.”

“You’re interested in my brother?” Gemma asked, astounded, “You’re way out of his league.”

Harry’s mouth fell open as Y/N laughed, “Yeah, and you’d think that’d be enough for him, wouldn’t you? But apparently he’s got standards,” she hyperbolized, rolling her eyes.

For an hour, Harry watched and laughed as Y/N and his sister talked and got to know each other more. They made jokes at his expense, and exchanged stories from their childhoods, shocked by how similar they seemed.

“You grew up around here, right?” Gemma asked the singer, taking a sip from her second beer of the night.

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, about fifteen minutes from here.” Harry’s eyebrows furrowed, knowing the only residential area in a fifteen-mile radius wasn’t exactly known to be the best neighborhood. Y/N seemed to gather his thoughts, further explaining, “It wasn’t always easy. My siblings and I were cramped in a two bedroom apartment and we didn’t have our own phones until well into our teens. I missed out on a lot growing up, but my parents did their best. We had everything we needed. I was lucky to be able to get all this and get them out of that apartment. My parents deserved a big house and a yard. I owed them that much.”

“How did you do it? How did you get to this point?” Harry asked, astounded.

Y/N shrugged, “Right place, right time. I was found singing at the mall for a small gig at a Christmas event. The rest is hard work and history.”

Harry shook his head, speechless. He felt guilty for passing judgment on her before, assuming that it was all handed to her and that she had got her start because of her parents' connections. She was self-made, smart, and deserving of every bit of success that came her way.

After one more round of beers, it was getting time for them to leave. Harry could see the excitement in her sister’s eyes start to be replaced by fatigue, and as much as he wanted to stay and talk some more, he knew he had to get a jump start on grading papers.

He set his empty bottle of beer down and Y/N frowned, “Time to go?”

“Yeah, should probably head out,” Harry nodded, pausing for a moment and taking in the frown on her face. He didn’t have time to think before he blurted out, “Want to join us for the ride?”

Her eyebrows raised and her lips twitched up into a smile, “Yeah, sure.”

Gemma let Y/N take the passenger seat and Harry felt tense as he drove, hand shifting the gears right beside her leg. He smiled every time he heard her laugh, though he couldn’t quite pay attention to what the girls were talking about. He was able to gather that they exchanged phone numbers before he reached Gemma’s house. His sister gave them both kisses on the cheek before bounding up the steps to her home.

The silence was deafening and Harry was certain she could hear him gulp as he turned to her and asked, “Where to?”

He knew what she was going to say. He didn’t need to ask. But to hear it come out of her mouth was something almost too much to handle, “Your place.”

He reversed out of the driveway, barely croaking out, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why?” she asked, turning towards him.

“You’re still my student.”

“So? We can just talk.”

Harry turned and looked at her, giving her a knowing look, “You know it’s not to just talk.”

“Why can’t it be? You don’t have any self-restraint? Is it because you like me?”

Harry felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he fumbled out a, “No.”

“Well then, what’s the problem?”

“......Fine.”

There wasn’t another word uttered for the rest of the journey to his place and he began to overthink. Was his apartment clean? Had he done the dishes? How messy was his room? Did it smell? He knew he should have gotten that diffuser from the store last week.

His nerves rose as he led her up to his apartment complex, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights, breathing a sigh of relief to see that it was, for the most part, fairly tidy. Y/N walked past him, scanning the scene, and as he locked the door he also held his breath, waiting for her to say something.

“Nice view,” she noted, briefly looking out of the window before turning to face him.

He tossed his keys on the entry table and motioned towards the kitchen to his left, “Drink?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Tea? Coffee? Water?”

“Water’s fine,” she said, making her way towards his living room.

He took the moment to catch his breath, trying to regain control of his thoughts before joining Y/N on his couch, handing her the drink. They both took a swig and he felt her eyes bearing holes into him, again.

When he set his drink down, he turned to her, “You’re very intense, you know.”

She smirked, leaning into the couch some more, “Yeah. I just know what I want.”

“And what’s that.”

“You.”

The immediate response caught him off-guard, but he wasn’t surprised by the answer. At this point, he knew exactly what she wanted, and was only feeding his ego more. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued by her and hadn’t thought about the same, but a part of him liked the chase.

He chuckled, sitting back, “You’re my student.”

She moved closer to him, more energetic this time, “I just happen to be into Musical Theory, that’s all.”

“You’re still my student,” he grinned, amused, patting her leg.

“So, what if I drop out? Would that change anything?”

Harry’s grin faded and his hand stayed where it was, resting on her thigh. He stared into her shining eyes again, seeing the seriousness behind them, and he froze, unsure of what to say. Would it change anything if she dropped out of his class? He wasn’t sure it would even need to come to that if she kept looking at him like that any longer.

His eyes flickered from her eyes, to her lips, and back up to her eyes as she waited for a response. He debated whether or not to just give in and kiss her right there. She wanted it, he wanted it, why keep fighting it? There weren’t any rules against relationships with students at his University, not like they’d even fight him on this one; they’re the ones that basically told him to give her everything she wanted.

But when he didn’t respond, Y/N pulled back away. He slumped, kicking himself for not pulling a move sooner. And after a moment of silence, she asked, “Hey, is it okay if I use your shower, real quick? I’m still sweaty from the show and I feel gross. I can take an uber home afterward.”

A million thoughts ran through his mind. Was that a move? Or an invite? Should he ask to join her? Why did she have to leave? He could drive her home, she didn’t need to take an Uber. But the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “Uh, yeah, sure.”

He showed her to the bathroom and went to grab her a towel from the linen closet as she adjusted the knobs and stuck her hand under the flow of water, gauging the temperature. By the time he got back in, she seemed happy with the warmth of the flow and took her hair out of its bun, placing the hair tie on the edge of his sink. He hung the grey towel on the rack beside the shower.

“Let me know if you need anything,” he muttered.

She smiled, “Thanks,” and before he was fully out of the room, she began to pull at the ends of her shirt. Quickly, he scurried out of the bathroom and closed the door to give her privacy.

Once out, his hands shot up to his forehead and he crouched, mumbling to himself a frustrated, “Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with you? Idiot!”

He sat impatiently on his couch, waiting for her to finish. When he heard the screech of the knobs turning and the pressure from the water fade, he shifted his position and quickly forced his attention elsewhere, trying to act casual. But when he heard the creak of the door opening, he turned his attention to see Y/N standing in the doorway, bathroom light glowing behind her, hair rang out and damp, clutching the towel around her body.

His eyes widened a bit as she spoke, “Do you have clothes I can borrow? Mine are still covered in sweat.”

“Uh, yeah, probably. In my room,” he stammered, getting to his feet and leading the way to his bedroom.

She followed, her feet lightly padding the wood floors. He felt almost embarrassed to have her in his bedroom. He wasn’t sure why, it’s not like it was dirty and he didn’t have anything oddities displayed, still, it was an intimate space, and to have her there felt personal.

He opened the bottom drawer of his dresser where he kept his pajamas and motioned towards it, standing up straight, “You can borrow anything from here.”

She bent down in front of him to rummage through, giving him a better look at her back. It looked clean, soft, and supple as droplets of water still lined her back and dripped from the ends of her hair, getting absorbed by the thin white towel she had wrapped around her. When she stood up, he took a step back and she turned, holding one of his oversized white t-shirts and a pair of his plaid pajama pants.

He stood there, unable to move as she stared at him, raising an eyebrow. And still, as she tossed the clothes on the bed behind him, he found himself, once again, rooted to the spot. A smirk started to form on her face and her voice was soft and playful as she spoke.

“How’s that self-restraint going?” she teased.

He didn’t move. He didn’t speak. He just looked at her. And when her playful smile began to shift into something more alluring, he held his breath, watching as she untucked the towel around her chest and let it fall to the ground. His eyes instantly dropped to her exposed chest and he felt his heartbeat pounding rapidly in his chest as she stepped closer to him, barely twelve inches, refusing to take her eyes off of his.

“I know you want to,” she whispered, stroking his arms before taking hold of his hands, lifting them and placing them on her chest, “Touch me.”

He felt his erection becoming uncomfortable as he ran out of room in his pants for growth, massaging her chest. His attention roamed back up, locking eyes with her again. There was no stopping it.

************************************************** In a bout of passion, they threw themselves at each other, hungrily attaching their lips to one another, tongues circling and roaming the other’s mouth. Y/N tore fabric after fabric off of him as they spun, grabbing at each other roughly and without deliberation. Soon, they were both naked and knocking into walls and tripping over clothes.

Harry pushed her up against the dresser as she grabbed hold of his dick, pumping her hands up and down his shaft as he moaned into her mouth.

“Does that feel good, Professor?” she bit his lip with a smile.

“Ungh,” he grunted, pulling away. He spun her around so that her back was to his chest, and forced her down to bend over his dresser, propping one of her legs up on the top of it before he got to his knees, burying his face in her muff.

She cried out, “Yes! Teach me, Professor!”

He flicked his tongue inside of her, lapping up all of her juices while he rubbed himself. He could have kept going for hours, but he could feel her legs start to tremble. When he stood up, he slapped his cock on her ass a couple of times, swiping his tip against her entrance enough to get it lubricated before slipping right into her.

Y/N threw her head back, breathing, “Oh my god, you feel so good, Harry.”

He wrapped an arm around her neck while his other hand clasped over her mouth as he grunted, “Professor Styles,” before sucking on her shoulder blade.

When he loosened his hand from her mouth to take hold of her hip, she whined, “I’m so sorry, Professor Styles. I’m not always bad.”

“No, Y/N,” he pulled out of her, spinning her to face him, tempting her as he walked backwards towards his bed, “You’re my good girl.”

The back of his legs hit his bed and he scooched himself back, letting her climb over top of him, straddling his hips. She bent down, biting his lip again as she lowered herself onto him, gasping as her cunt swallowed him up.

She leaned back, letting him get a better look at her, breasts jumping up and down along with her. He ran a hand from her cleavage down to her navel, grazing her soft skin and watching as her mouth formed an ‘o’, scrunching up her eyebrows in pleasure as she called out his name.

“That’s a good girl,” he breathed, an arm behind his head as he watched, “Make me cum.”

She rode him faster, breathing heavier as he continued to grunt, propping himself up now and suckling on her skin. Her breaths became more shallow and her movements more rigid as she wrapped her arms around his neck, forcing herself onto him even harder. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down onto him, even more, to go deeper. He could feel her throbbing around him, which only made him more aroused.

“Good girl, Y/N,” he breathed, “Cum on my dick.”

She buried her face into the crook of his neck, and with three more pumps she let out a scream as she said, “Pro-fessor Styles!”

He smirked, quickly flipping her on her back and pumping harder and faster into her as her legs wrapped around his waist. She panted, squeaking as he grunted into her. He looked into her eyes which were full of lust as she stared back into him and he could feel himself start to build up. Even faster now, knowing he was about to finish, he smashed his lips down on her quickly before pulling out and squirting his jizz on her stomach, letting her rub out every last drop.

*******************************************

He collapsed on the bed beside her as they panted, trying to catch their breath before he got the strength to reach down and grab his shirt for them to clean up the mess.

When he turned to face her, she smirked, “Do I need to drop your class? Or can we fuck in your office next time?”

He let out a breathy laugh and mumbled, “That depends. Are you going to the party with Mark tomorrow?”

“Do you want me to?” she retorted.

With a deep breath, Harry shimmied closer to her, nuzzling his head into her chest which made her wrap her arms around him, running her fingers through her hair as he whimpered, “No.”

She laughed, kissing his curly brown locks, “Told you I’d make you fall in love with me.”

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[ilikefandom]

A Bookclub From the Bench

Request: Hi, can I request Judge Turpin? Where the reader is a close friend of his ward and he kinda likes her, something like that HAHAHA. it’s okay if u don’t want to.

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Johanna has a new friend to read books with.

Pairing: Judge Turpin x Fem Reader

Warnings: None

When the bench was installed on the street outside of his house, the honourable Judge Edward Turpin almost threw a fit. Sure it was technically on public property, it couldn’t be seen from most of the windows of the house, and it wasn’t an ugly looking bench, but Johanna could see it from her window. His honour would have no young men sitting on that bench to ogle at Johanna, but there was nothing he could do about it.

Johanna, on the other hand was excited to see other people for once, not just catch glimpses at the passers by. And, as she sat in her window reading a book, she thought she may have the chance to make a friend.

Although Edward couldn’t bear to watch his darling Johanna find a disgusting young man outside of the house, he had  to go to the courthouse to work. He left Johanna and, tightening his cravat to his throat, made his way to the courthouse.

A few hours into the day, Johanna looked up from her book to see a pretty, young, woman sitting on the bench. She wore a sky blue dress and a matching bonnet, the dress itself was simple, although purchased from a store, it was apparent that this girl's family had some wealth. She looked to be older than Johanna, but not by much eighteen, maybe twenty years of age. That girl was (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Mr. (Y/l/n) was the warden and head official of the Newgate Prison, and he had a small portrait of his daughter in his pocket watch. Johanna remembered her face from that lifelike painting, when he had come over for a visit with Mr. Turpin.

(Y/n) looked up at Johanna and smiled at her giving her a little wave as her male companion, that had been just out of sight, came into view. It was her brother William, a bailiff in Turpin’s court. 

Johanna, confident that Mr. Turpin would allow her to visit with the young lady, give a small wave back, her book still in hand. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she pulled the same book, Pamela, Virtue Rewarded, from the basket her brother carried, she cradled the small object to her chest and smiled. Catching the meaning of the gesture, Johanna hugged her book too.

 (Y/n) hurriedly called out, “Can you hear me?”

Johanna nodded and replied, “Yes, I can hear you!”

“I’m (Y/n).” (Y/n) said shyly as she lowered her book to her lap, sitting once again on the bench.

“I’m Johanna.” Johanna responded, placing her book down as well. 

And that was how a beautiful friendship began. Every Tuesday and every Friday from that point in time, William would walk (Y/n) down to the bench, even as the seasons turned, from fall to winter, (Y/n) and Johanna discussed books they both loved and made a delivery system with a wooden basket, yarn and the trees. 

In the middle of February, Edward Turpin couldn’t help but notice that Johanna was lighter, happier, and that made his insides wrench, who was it that made Johanna this happy that wasn’t him? The next day, a Friday, he sent Beadle to watch the house. 

That day, Johanna was prepared for the book club that the two girls had going, she had finished (Y/n)’s copy of The History of Miss Betsy Thoughtless and her best, and only, friend was returning her copy of Evalina. When (Y/n) arrived with William, Johanna gave her an enthusiastic wave, unaware of Beadle listening in and watching the two girls.

(Y/n) was clothed in a new winter dress, the bottom was already wet from the snow and the matching half cape was pulled over her shoulders. Complete with a white, rabbit fur, muff, she looked like one of the girls from the posters in dress shops. 

Beadle’s eyes widened, it wasn’t a boy professing his love for Johanna that was making her happy, it was a young woman who loved books just as much as the young girl in the window. 

The two were engaging in small talk when Johanna scooted forward with an excited grin, “How was your first courting ball of the season?”

(Y/n) made an embarrassed face before admitting that nobody had even asked her to dance. “Father waited too long. I should have entered last year. I’m twenty years old Johanna, two years older than the typical entry age, I should have realized I had no chance.”

Johanna made a small noise in the back of her throat. “Any of the men of upper status would be lucky to have you as his wife, (Y/n).”

(Y/n) gave a small smile, “I have more trials and balls this year, if not I have three or four more seasons.”

Beatle slunk away from the two friends, who made their goodbyes with promises to meet on Tuesday, and made his way back to the courthouse, this he had to tell the Judge about.

Edward Turpin was surprised to hear that his Johanna had made a friend, but to hear that this friend was a young woman, of marriageable age, excited him. He didn’t know why, but he had to meet this girl and know her as well as his ward did. 

On Tuesday, Edward wrapped up his last case early and departed from the hall of Justice, Beatle at his heels. He was basically running down the street and the servant followed behind him. He rounded the corner and stopped in his track, causing Beatle to stop rather quickly behind him.

There, sitting on the bench before the two men was a vision in pink and white. (Y/n) smiled and laughed, her giggle flowing down the street, flooding the ears of all who heard. And for one moment after the noise stilled, Edward wanted nothing but to hear it again. He didn’t want wealth or power. He didn’t even want Johanna, he wanted that angelic noise to fill his ears again.

Turpin set off toward his house walking at his normal, brisk, pace. Approaching the gate, he caught the young woman’s scent. It wasn’t much, just cleanliness and lavender. Then he caught her eye under the pink and white hood. (Y/l/n) yes, but what was her first name, he had recognised her from a pocket watch portrait. 

She stood, almost tripping over the hem of her dress. “My lord.” she gasped as she stumbled back, he caught her hand before she fell and Johanna let out a small shriek.

Edward Turpin did not consider himself the romantic type, but right here and right now, holding (Y/l/n)’s daughter by her waist, he felt his face flush as thoughts circulated his mind. As the young woman in front of him in pure white a veil hiding her face and hair. Of her teaching Johanna the piano as she ran a hand over a stomach swollen with a baby, his baby.

Dismissing the thoughts from his head, he picked up a book that she had dropped and handed it to her, with a reminder to be more careful next time as the road was slippery. He slid inside of the house looking back on (Y/n), her eyes were wide and a shy smile graced her face. She held the book to her chest and then averted her eyes making her way down the street, as the sky grew dimmer in the twilight.

He lit a fire in the fireplace and pulled a book from the shelf before calling up to Johanna, “I like her.”

And he did, maybe a little too much.

Author’s note: Hello readers! This is my first fic for Judge Turpin. I think the name Edward suits him. Please reblog, comment and request fanfic ideas, as yours will get done, eventually!

[doc-pickles]

it’s nothing funny just to talk (p.3)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

Chapter threeee. What do you think? Any predictions?

Sunday 10:28 AM

oh man

you’re pretty funny

Shhh you’re talking too loud. 

i’m texting you

Well stop it. You’re being too loud. 

okaaaaay i’ll leave you alone

Wait come back… I miss you. 

ahhh the truth comes out 

you do like me

Of course I do, I wouldn’t be texting you if I didn’t. 

well that’s good to know 

i’m assuming your head is pounding?

Very much so. I'm about to chug a gallon of orange juice and pray I don’t die. 

can you sing while you do it?

I don’t sing. 

but you serenaded me last night 

it was an amazing song called “bar princess” 

Oh shit. Really?

yes and then you told me that you couldn’t sing to me because jo would be mad

In my defense it was my buddies bachelor party. 

that excuse didn’t stop you from calling me bar princess

I think i’m gonna name you… doctor rockstar 

Somehow that’s actually worse than Doctor Evil Spawn

it'll grow on you 

hey go check your porch

You didn’t. 

oh but I did

Breakfast and coffee? You’re the best. Thank you. 

it’s my thank you for the donuts yesterday

and for keeping me sane almost everyday

It’s nothing, I enjoy our friendship just as much as you do. 

  Sunday 3:33 PM

What’s with all these sirens in the area? You think someone died?

oh…. that might’ve been me…

WHAT?!

Are you okay?

Jo???

  Sunday 3:45 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Hey it’s Jo! I can’t come to the phone right now but leave me a message and I’ll call ya back!”

  Sunday 3:47 PM

i’m fine gimme a second

You’re freaking me out. 

  Sunday 4:17 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jo?”

“I’m fine, I‘m fine.”

“What the hell happened?”

“I tried to make lunch and I set something on fire. It’s fine, I just couldn’t contain it.”

“You want me to come help out? I can be there in five minutes.”

“Alex, I’m fine. And I told you, I don’t wanna see you until our date.”

“Oh screw all that. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes! Now stop worrying about me, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Okay I’ll take your word for it, Bar Princess.”

“Good. Now stop freaking out, I can hear you hyperventilating over there.”

“I told you, I don’t want our first meeting to be at your funeral. I’m protecting myself obviously.”

“Right okay. Well I have to go and talk Steph down from killing me. I’ll talk to you soon. And Alex?”

“Yes Jo?”

“Thanks… just for caring about me. I’ve never had anyone who would be that concerned about me setting the fire alarm off. It means a lot. More than you know.”

“Well I like you, a lot. And you mean a lot to me. More than you know. Hey, when are you free next week?”

“I get back on Sunday night so anytime after that.”

“I’m off Wednesday, does that work for you?”

“Absolutely. It’s a date?”

“It is definitely a date. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye.”

“Bye!”

  Monday 9:36 AM

so steph killed me 

almost

  Monday 10:06 AM

You’re texting me so I’m assuming that’s a good sign. 

yeah I started crying and she let me off the hook

You started crying??

well fake crying but yeah

it did the job

You’re full of surprises aren’t you?

only always

I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised when we meet

I hope so. Gotta go yell at interns, catch ya on the flip side. 

the 90s called they want their catchphrase back

  Monday 4:21 PM

pretty sure our AC is broken

i’m sweating like a pig

Oof, not fun. Did you call it in?

yup but they can’t get out till next weekend

i’m in shorts and a tank top I don’t think I can strip more without izzie yelling at me

I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to come and strip for me. 

that was very forward doctor rockstar

at least take me out to dinner first

I’m trying to. Surgeons are busy people. 

it’s okay it’ll be well worth the wait 

and i’m holding you to what you said

I say a lot of things to you, you’ll have to be more specific. 

when you said you’d kiss me as soon as we met

i’ll be waiting for that

I’ll make sure to put chapstick on in the car then. 

you should do stand up comedy 

Once you get to know me you’ll understand how terrible of an idea that is. 

oh shoot

bridezilla just stormed in crying

OH MY GOD SHE GOT A FAKE TAN SHE LOOKS LIKE AN ORANGE 

have to run damage control we’ll talk later 

Lemon juice and a loofah. At least that’s what Meredith is telling me. Good luck. 

  Tuesday 10:28 AM

can you kiss meredith for me

she saved my ass yesterday 

That would be kind of awkward seeing as she’s married. But I’ll pass on your thanks. 

there were so many tears 

it was horrendous

izzie and I stayed up until 2 am washing that stuff off

Jesus Christ. I’m sure you’ll be relieved once this wedding is over and done with. 

four more days!!

i’m excited of course but like… I want this done with

I can’t take much more bridezilla madness

Neither can I. 

you’re not even dealing with it!!

Yeah but I have to hear you dealing with it and it just doesn’t sound fun. I pity you. 

you’re so sweet

Doctor Feel Good

That sounds borderline inappropriate. 

it was 100% inappropriate 

see i’ve flipped the tables 

now i’m trying to seduce you

I applaud your efforts. Giving me a sexy nickname definitely helped your chances.

really??

You asked me to kiss you as soon as we met, I assumed that you would also be putting out on the first date.

W O W

you’re not wrong

BUT WOW

Knew it. I’d love to continue talking about what you’re going to do to me after our first date, but I have a high volume trauma coming in. Probably won’t be around for a few hours.

good luck, keep your wits about you

don’t be a hero, we still have a standing date

Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

  Tuesday 11:38 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Alex?”

“Hey. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” “No… No, I wasn’t sleeping, I was watching a movie. Are you okay?” “Yeah. Yeah I’m fine.” “You don’t sound fine.” “It’s just been a long day… a lot happened.” “Do you wanna talk about it?” “No I… there was a pileup, on the freeway. It was really bad. And there… there was a van full of kids. It’s just been a long day.” “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how hard it is going through that. What can I do to help?” “Can you… can you just talk to me?” “Of course I can. Oh! I’ll tell you Izzie’s muffin story! That’s a good one.”

“Okay yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.” “So Izzie and her boyfriend had gone through a BAD breakup, I mean monumental. She was so upset and she just started baking…”

  Wednesday 9:59 AM

Incoming Voice Call

“Jesus Christ what time is it?” “It’s 10 AM.” “Alex! I didn’t check the caller ID. Are you okay?” “I’m fine. I’m fine… I’m sorry I woke you up.” “No! It’s okay, you know I love to hear your voice.” “Well that’s a relief, I was worried you were gonna drop me because I keep waking you up.” “You only woke me up once!” “Listen Bar Princess, you may think you’re a good liar but you aren’t. I know I woke you up last night when I called.” “No I-”

“No buts. Thank you for that, I really appreciated it. It’s… it’s hard being in my line of work somedays.” “Well, you’ll always have me to lean on.” “I just need you to know…” “Know what? Oh my god you’re not married are you?” “What? No! Jo… just listen. Can you do that?” “Yes, I can.” “Somedays this job drags me down. It wears me down to my core and it doesn’t make it easier when I’ve got babies and kids on the table. It’s hard and I hate to admit it but I fall apart. I fall apart and I’m messy and I get all dark and twisty sometimes.” “Dark and twisty?” “Meredith says that. But it’s true. I get dark and twisty sometimes and you… last night you pulled me out of that dark and twisty place and I just…” “Just what? You can tell me, Alex.” “I don’t want to rely on you if pulling me out of the dark and twisty place is too much for you to handle. I want… I know I sound crazy and you’re probably freaking out-”

“I’m not freaking out.” “But I want this. You and me and I don’t want to get comfortable if you’re not in. Because I’m in, I’m in Jo. It’s ridiculous and I don’t even know what you look like but I’m in.”

“I’m in. I’m so in, I’m all in and if that makes us crazy then… Then I wanna be crazy with you.”

“Kissing you sounds really good right now.” “Listen, just because I said I’m in this for the long haul doesn’t mean you get to see me before our first date. If anything, this makes things more romantic.” “Okay okay, I’ll listen to you. You better be prepared because this first kiss, it’s gonna be the most epic kiss you’ll ever get.” “I’m waiting in eager anticipation, Doctor Feelgood.”

“It’s feels wrong to like it when you call me that.”

“You’re a real charmer. I would love to keep up the sexy talk, but Bridezilla is here and I’m pretty sure she’s going to rip my head off. Talk later?”

“Don’t we always. Thanks… for hearing me out. And being there. And being you. I can’t wait to kiss you.”

“I can’t wait to kiss you eit-“

“JO GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE BEFORE I DRAG YOU DOWN THE STAIRS.”

“Have fun, call me if you need an alibi.”

  Wednesday 1:18 PM

had to hide in the bathroom 

the living room is covered in glitter 

Aren’t you used to that? Being a teacher and all?

ohhhhhh no 

i have banned the use of glitter in my house and classroom

i’m not a monster

Oh glad to know you have your wits about you. 

of course i do

my only slipup ever has been the time i drunk texted that phone number that was graffitied in a bar bathroom

oh wait

Hahaha very funny. By the way, I thanked Cristina profusely and even bought her a coffee.

what are we thanking cristina for? For putting my phone number up in the bathroom. I might need you to go and scratch it out though. I don’t need any other drunk teachers at bachelorette parties texting me, I’ve met my quota. 

well that was oddly touching

you’re a big softy aren’t you doctor evil spawn

I’m a pediatric surgeon, I think that tells you everything you need to know.

you’re making some very good points here

oh shit she found me

i’ll be back (hopefully)

I have a bone to pick with bridezilla. She keeps taking my texting buddy away.

  Wednesday 6:06 PM

good god i’m gonna die before we get to this wedding

i just had to pack chocolate almonds into tiny little bags and tie them with bows

WHO HAS CHOCOLATE ALMONDS ANYMORE IT’S NOT 1985

You seem to have a lot of strong feelings about almonds.

i can't feel my fingers

If you can’t feel your fingers how are you texting me? i’m making siri do it for me while i lay on the floor drinking wine

I’m so proud of you. I’m on NICU overnight duty, so I have to stay awake and I’m bored. 

shouldn’t you be like… taking care of the babies? Oh these kids are fighters. I just gotta make sure they don’t rip off their tubes.

well it seems like you have an easy night

Until I die of boredom or hunger. Whichever one happens first.

i’m pretty sure you’re the doctor here so you know that won’t happen

Wow, you really pulled the doctor card on me huh? of course i did, it’s like you don’t even know me

You’re right I should’ve expected that. Gotta do rounds, I’ll text you in a bit.

  Wednesday 8:28 PM

I’m pretty sure it was my turn to bring you food, not the other way around.

i sent the egg rolls and chow mein! 

apparently you’re a regular because the guy at the restaurant suggested everything else and offered to deliver it to you

Thank you, you did kind of save my night. This chicken chow mein is amazing.

it’s my favorite

just like you :) Now who’s the softy? i’m a fourth grade teacher, i think that tells you everything you need to know

Touche. Okay now I really have to go be a doctor. Thank you again for dinner, one more week until we get to see each other.

the happy dance i just did was embarrassing, that’s how excited i am

  Thursday 10:28 AM

if I never have to participate in another wedding it’ll be too soon

i’m so exhausted I wish I was in a room filled with fourth graders instead of here

Don’t you wanna get married someday?

if I ever get married i’m going to the courthouse and getting pizza after

that’s my dream wedding

At least you don’t wanna spend 10k on a couple hours of celebrating. Pizza is as good a celebration as any in my book. 

exactly you get it 

pizza and beer trumps uncomfy dress and socializing with people any day

What’s bridezilla got you doing today?

making table numbers and centerpieces today

then we drive up tomorrow night

then I get shit faced at the open bar

At least you know what your agenda is. 

that’s always my wedding agenda 

hopefully I won’t puke on my shoes this time

That would be a funny wedding story though, good for small talk. 

you’re right maybe I should peueowownspdjd

Did you have a stroke? 

Jo???

Jo’s phone has been confiscated so she can focus all of her attention on helping with wedding preparations. She’ll get it back later today. Sincerely, Bridezilla 

  Thursday 4:17 PM

Incoming Phone Call

“I have to call my mom, I’ll be right back!”

“Jo that excuse doesn’t work, we all know you don’t have a mom!”

“So now you’re lying to talk to me?”

“Hey you saw what Bridezilla did earlier! I had to run out the door while she went pee so she wouldn’t catch me.”

“You’re willing to risk death for me? You really do care.”

“I love her but she’s suffocating me and all I want is to get drunk and possibly make out with you.”

“Mmm should I come by and rescue you?”

“No! No, I really wanna make out with you but I wanna wait. Just six more days.”

“Six days. I promise there will be beer and pizza and lots of kissing.”

“Good. That’s the only thing getting me through this weekend. I gotta go back, but I’ll text you as soon as I can.”

“I’ll be relentlessly staring at my phone until my friends make fun of me or you text, whatever happens first. Bye Jo.”

“Bye Alex.”

  Thursday 8:33 PM

good god I finally got her to leave

only because I reminded her we have a bunch of shit to do tomorrow

I need a drink

Take a shot of Fireball for me. I’m on my final overnight shift before my weekend vacation. 

done, one for me and one for you

Jesus woman you’re unstoppable. 

well I do try to be a borderline alcoholic in my day to day life

(that was sarcasm)

You’re hilarious. And my favorite person to talk to. 

right back at ya doctor feel good

I gotta sleep, i’m tired as hell and were leaving early tomorrow 

Sleep well, I’ll talk to you tomorrow Bar Princess. 

goodniiiiiiight

  Friday 9:47 AM

Incoming Phone Call

“Mmm hello?”

“Hi it’s me, I’m sorry it’s so early, I know you probably haven’t slept much.”

“S’okay, you know I like hearing your voice.”

“I just wanted to say bye. I mean not forever, but the wedding is gonna keep me busy all weekend and I don’t even know if we’ll have service. So this’ll be the longest we’ve gone without talking.”

“You’re rambling, Jo.”

“I know, I know. I just… I’m gonna miss talking to you at all hours of the day. Especially when You Know Who gets all psycho.”

“Mmm well I’ll see you on Wednesday right? That’s…”

“Five days.”

“Exactly. Five days away. Not that long.”

“I know.”

“You already said that. Are you attached to my lingering presence?”

“Maybe, maybe not. I gotta go, Steph is about to leave without me. But you should check your doorstep.”

“Damn it Jo, it’s my turn not yours. Thank you anyways though, I always love that you think of me.”

“Only all the time. I’ll talk to you soon. Bye Alex.”

“Goodbye Jo.”

[baekhyunbitz]

🌸about me tag🌸

I was tagged by the oh so incredible Chelle. Thank you babe😚💚🖤💚🖤

The rules are:

1. Tag the person who tagged you

2. Answer the questions.

3. Tag 10 people

Let’s get it started!

•How tall are you?

164.5cm... a small 5'4

•What color and style is your hair?

I'm a natural Ginger but I've died my hair plenty of colors. Now it's short. Bob length honestly. I really want to dye it a blue though. It would be my first major color. I want my hair to resemble Ramona Flowers from Scott Pilgrim.

•What color are your eyes?

Brown. Not sure what shade you would call it so you tell me! I'm told they are very beautiful in the sunlight. I do love them in the sunlight myself.

•Do you wear glasses?

I do... they are a hassle but I need to see so I put up with them. I'm near sighted.

•Do you wear braces?

Nope. My teeth are not perfectly straight but close to it.

•What’s your fashion sense?

I'm a pretty casual/edgy/comfy dresser. My main piece of clothing is HOODIES!! ask @broccoli-channie-soup, she's seen it!! I wear tight jeans cause loose pants that arent sweatpants feel weird to me. Band tees are my life. I even have my selection of kpop shirts I like to wear a lot. Patterns like stripes or animal prints are a slight favorite of mine. Van's are my go to shoes, if not then my ked boots or my Lugz.

•Full name?

Jade Amber Carter.

Jade: The name of Luke Skywalker's wife in the Star Wars books.

Amber: the stone that they extracted DNA from in Jurassic Park.

(My dad is a huge geek, but I've learned well!)

•When were you born?

June 27th, 1995 on a Tuesday at 9pm exactly. I was also a problem baby, my mom needed a C-section cause the cord wrapped around my neck.

•Where are you from and where do you live now?

I was born in Florida and then moved to Indiana when I turned 13, so I've been here 10 years now, 11 in June.

•What school do you go to?

I graduated high school in 2014. I have not done any other schooling though but I plan to do online schooling at some point in my future.

•What kind of student are you?

I honestly was a really shy person all through school till maybe my senior year.

•Do you like school?

It was okay. I miss the fun memories and wish I did Show Choir longer.

•Favorite subject?

Music for sure. Took music every year in school starting in 4th grade.

•Favorite TV show?

I have a couple.

American Horror Story

Sabrina

Shameless

He is Psychometric

Do Bong Soon

What happened to secretary Kim

Big Bang Theory

•Favorite Movie?

CRAZY RICH ASIANS. I love the story so much, the main characters!!!!! The way Rachael Carrie's herself through the whole movie, not taking shit from anyone. And Nick is just so freaking handsome. Asian Ellen is my favorite hahaha she kills me. All around, a terrific movie.

•Favorite books?

Can't get there from here - Todd Strasser

Favorite pastime?

Going to amusement parks!!!! I miss the thrill of the rides so much. And beaches!!! I used to go all the time.

•Do you have any regrets?

I regret quite a bit with my last relationship but I know, without those mistakes, I wouldnt be here doing what I'm doing and being a better me each and every day.

•Dream job?

Photographer. I still need to get my own camera but I use my friends and have my pictures in albums on Facebook.

•Would you ever like to be married?

Maybe one day but I'm in no rush!

•Would you like to have kids?

Probably but not anytime soon. I struggle just living with myself everyday, I dont have that mental state to handle a child.

•How many?

1-2

•Do you like shopping?

It's a sin and a curse honestly.... I have a spending issue....

But I do take care of actual bills and rent first.

•What countries have you visited?

I want to travel all over the world so bad especially for my photography growth. But sadly I've only stayed in the United States

•Scariest nightmare you have ever had?

It was actually a night mare within a nightmare. I was dreaming that I was at my best friend's old house with her in her room. The spot at the end of her bed, you could see out into the living room and it was pitch black. We both heard a noise out in the living room. We paused the movie and both looked out the door for a minute. Then all of a sudden a boy in all white runs up right to the doorway and is screaming at us. He doesn't go past the doorway though. I woke up from this dream thinking everything was fine. I got up from the bed and its morning, I open the door and that little boy was there and started yelling in my face. I was so scared, I slammed the door and ran back to the bed and then I woke up for me and kinda freaked my friend out. That house was just haunted by something, it freaked us out for years.

•Any enemies?

Myself like always.

•Any significant other?

@broccoli-channie-soup ofcourse!!!!!

•Do you believe in miracles?

Sometimes.

•How are you?

I'm okay. More depressed though in the last three years but it's gotten worse this year. I'm just all over the place mentally and emotionally. I've had my good days in between the many bad ones. I wake up every morning so I can't complain too much.

I'm tagging: @broccoli-channie-soup @cho-ji-eun @kingparkjinyoung @teamwanggae @kpopiseverythng @felixis-es @sleepysungjin @akpopqueen @wonheoney @thotnosoppa and if anyone else who wants to do this, feel free!!

[nikatyler]

Long time no replies. Yeah. Last week, I couldn’t do them on Sunday. I couldn’t do them on Monday either because I was in Prague all day and got back home at midnight. I thought I’d do them on Tuesday but then I didn’t feel like it, and then there was school stuff and other stuff and yeah here we are, it’s another Sunday. I don’t think anyone cares that much though :D

I’ve been working on Rose Legacy all weekend. It’s been so much fun. Right now, I’m halfway through the first part of it, the part that’s focused on quadruplets. I had a phase a few days ago, I was thinking about switching to ts3 again and I felt like I didn’t actually want to do it for some reason. Probably because I’ve been posting ts4 for months now and switching games after such a long time has always been kinda weird. It was always the other way around though - I posted more ts3 and less ts4. Eh, you don’t care :D Now I’m excited for posting that legacy again. I still think of them as of my “mascots” to be honest, they’ve been here since before I had a simblr. Anyway, January 2019. Roses are back. It’s gonna be great. I hope.

Another thing no one cares about, it snowed for the first time today and it hasn’t melted yet. I’m so happy. I'm like a child when it comes to this, really.

elisabettasims replied to your photo “create-a-sim replied to your photo “When you’re reading this, it’s...”

One of my fondest high school memories is of my prom night. I'm glad yours was awesome, too.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photo “create-a-sim replied to your photo “When you’re reading this, it’s...”

Oh, I remember my prom, it was maybe th esecond coolest memory of school! Now I sometimes look back at it and feel nostalgious (less than half a year passed, yo). Glad, you enjoyed yours, too<3

It’s been two weeks and I’m still thinking about it. It has really been the best thing about high school so far, and I doubt anything will top it. We finally got the video of the prom on Friday. I haven’t been able to watch it but I hope it’s good :D

simlovinggirl replied to your photoset “I didn’t know December now runs a gardening Instagram account.”

Only the coolest grandmas have gardening Instagram accounts :P

Truuuu

I helped my grandma start a Pinterest account but I wonder what it would be like if she joined Instagram as well :D

andruskysworld replied to your photoset

Cute cat ��

She really is cute! I didn’t even edit her that much, aside from the colours of course. I might have changed her fur too, but I’m not sure about that.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Alright mum, I’ll have to go now. Look after Sunset, okay?”...”

//Ross//, buddy, pal, you gotta do something with her, even if it means watching some cartoons here and there

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Alright mum, I’ll have to go now. Look after Sunset, okay?”...”

Argh! He's so frustrating!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ross: “Alright mum, I’ll have to go now. Look after Sunset, okay?”...”

ROOOSSS!!!

December. it`s time to use handcuffs to chain Ross to his daughter

Yeah. But it’s gonna get better I promise. At this point I think it’s kinda showing...it’s baby steps but he’s gonna get there somehow I promise. Not saying he’ll be the ideal dad but you know. He won’t be the worst one. Have faith in him :D

simmering-pancakes replied to your photoset “Bella: “But…dead people can’t vote.” Ross: “They will be allowed to...”

�� This makes me so happy.

whysimstho replied to your photoset “Bella: “But…dead people can’t vote.” Ross: “They will be allowed to...”

*rides in on skateboard* "HEY YALL I THINK GHOSTS SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO VOTE!!!"

I find it funny that he was able to ask a ghost for a vote. Also imagine if this was possible irl. It’s kinda scary actually :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Good luck at school!”

to cute for me to handle

I knooooooow

damn these Breeze genes will be the death of me

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Things are going great. Really great.”

Except for... maybe... your daughter?

He cares about his success at work more than he cares about his daughter. *shrugs*

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your post “Pass the happy �� When you get this, reply with 5 things that make you...”

A big YES to the pointless edits!

What could be more entertaining when everything else is boringXD

Exactly! And also, I’m often like “okay I’m just gonna take a look at all these pictures I’ve taken today and then I’ll go to bed” and then oops, I’m editing one and doing all sorts of stuff and oops, it’s midnight and I know I’ll be dead the next day. Pointless edits are one of the reasons why I don’t get enough sleep, basically.

Btw guys, here’s my HUGE folder of screenshots waiting to be edited in case you’re ever bored :D

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Ross: “My sister got a letter today. She’s gonna go to uni.” Caleb:...”

I swear, Ross, if you don't stop forgetting your daughter ... also, I hope he rejects you.

melien replied to your photoset “Ross: “My sister got a letter today. She’s gonna go to uni.” Caleb:...”

Lmao seconded Caleb deserves better

Do you ever see an absolutely terrible person, but somehow everything turns out right for them and you’re just hoping for karma to hit them in the face but instead they keep getting things they don’t deserve? Ross is that kind of person.

Also, love how everyone turned from “yasss we ship Ross and Caleb” to “oh no poor Caleb we must protect him from the evil that is Ross” lmao

melien replied to your photoset

Persephone is now easily my favourite character in this legacy

She was mine too and then someone else entered. Find out tomorrow :D

melien replied to your photoset “Valentine: “Are you feeling a little unwell, brother? Is Sunset...”

After all he's ever done I can't help but hope he has the worst indigestion issues ever

He was sick many times so maybe karma did hit him in the face a little bit

melien replied to your photoset “Look Ross. You’ve made mistakes and we all know that. We all hate you...”

I guess Claret hates him too

Aww yes I’m here for that

Also Bianca. Back in 2016 Bianca liked setting things on fire. Good old times.

God, Bianca would hate him so much. That argument she had with Tyler in chapter 3? It would be three time worse if she had to fight with Ross. She’d probably actually fight him.

melien replied to your photoset “She’s beautiful.”

Can I adopt her

Too late I adopted her first

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “It’s happening. It’s really happening! I can’t believe it. Do I even...”

Yeah but he doesn't deserve it. I also know the rules of this generation so, LOL

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “It’s happening. It’s really happening! I can’t believe it. Do I even...”

FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!

Yeah. i was waiting for it, but... I somehow feel, like Caleb deserves better, much better. And I wouldn`t be surprised if Caleb would leave Ross this will serve him right

I still was waiting for this kiss, but it`s kinda... bittersweet?

jackssims replied to your photoset “It’s happening. It’s really happening! I can’t believe it. Do I even...”

I'm very happy with this but also very conflicted (more or less for the reasons the others described in their comments)

Can I just say I’m glad it came off like this. Bittersweet. I kind of wanted that, to be honest. Not in the “yasss I’ll make my followers cry I’m so evil hahaha” way though. Idk it’s hard to explain.

It’s different from other legacy couples, in my opinion, and I’m here for that. It’s kinda refreshing. I mean, usually people love the heir, love their spouse, want them to get together. This one? This one is something else.

I’m not saying I’m gonna make all my heirs assholes from now on, don’t get me wrong. But it was fun to try something new :D

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Breeze, Valentine - the better half of the breeze siblings - too pure...”

somehow i managed to miss so much! she1s beautiful!

Thank you! I had so much fun dressing her up for this.

jackssims replied to your photoset “Me when my otp becomes canon”

Big Mood

Yeah. But also this is really how my otps make me feel

Btw, at this point they definitely weren’t my otp just yet. Like I was kinda obsessed with them, but I wouldn’t call them my otp.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “December: “Wait, no! You can’t just beat me like this! Ugh.” Sunset:...”

Caleb is a cinnamon roll and should be protected at all costs.

Y E S

jackssims replied to your photoset “December: “Wait, no! You can’t just beat me like this! Ugh.” Sunset:...”

December isn’t wrong here tbh

If only she had admitted that earlier

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “When I opened the game again, the girls came home from school for some...”

Is it a holiday? When there are holidays in game, there was a bug where, if you had a loading screen for any reason (even CAS) sims would come home from work and school.

Nope, it was a regular day. Still a better bug than the current one :/ I thought I’d start playing gen 3 but I don’t want my sims to age up when I enter CAS. I know there’s a fix for it now, I’ll probably look into it tomorrow.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “this shouldn’t be funny to me but it is funny to me help”

NOOOOOO. Also dying sims are so dramatic.

Oh yes. I think I prefer the dying animation in ts3, where they just sort of turn into ghost. The ts4 animation might be more realistic, but the ts3 one is just...beautiful, in a way. Sad but beautiful.

alfalfalegacy replied to your photoset “Nooo, December! Hold on just a little longer, don’t forget what you...”

:((((

jackssims replied to your photoset “Nooo, December! Hold on just a little longer, don’t forget what you...”

NOOOOO :((

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “W-what?! No…wait a second Grim, I’m sure she’s just unconscious…right...”

(((

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Nooo, December! Hold on just a little longer, don’t forget what you...”

:(

I really didn’t expect her to die that day. I had PLANS. And she ruined them.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “No. No. That can’t be real.”

This is only the second time I've felt bad for Ross. :(

It was bad, but at least it opened his eyes and made him realize that he has to be there for his daughter or else she’d have no one. More on that below.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “23rd March 2018 - 5th July 2018 It’s been months and I’m still sad...”

December was an awesome character.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “23rd March 2018 - 5th July 2018 It’s been months and I’m still sad...”

Farewell, December, you were great!

She was ;-;

Also isn’t it sad that her name is December but she didn’t live to see the month of December?

jackssims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Hey…hey, Sun. Look at me. Everything is going to be alright,...”

We’ll all be holding you to those promises, Ross (but in all honesty this is a touching moment)

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Ross: “Hey…hey, Sun. Look at me. Everything is going to be alright,...”

Awwww. Ross, I hope this keeps improving!

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Ross: “Hey…hey, Sun. Look at me. Everything is going to be alright,...”

You better Do fix this, Ross!

This, for me, was also very bittersweet. Because it’s awesome that he finally realized he has to be there for her, and it’s great that he finally cares, yay character development...but December had to die for him to realize. That sucks.

I have to say something else here...at this point, you’d think I would make them interact more. I didn’t really. I don’t know why, but I didn’t. So really, who’s the bad person here? I’d just like to say that from here on, they were closer, they spent more time together, even if I somehow didn’t show it. Past me, you’re stupid, this was such a big part and you ruined it.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “Too bad I can’t keep you forever, Kitty. But I’m sure you’ll have fun...”

Persephone: Someone please help!

Persephone:

justkeeponsimming replied to your photoset “Village Vibes I finished furnishing this house the day I had my prom...”

SUPER CUTE!!!!

Thank you thank you thank you ♥ I had so much fun building this house.

unbridledsims replied to your post “9, 15, 19 for Valentine or any character you would like to share for....”

Thank you for sharing hun. It was nice getting to know her. I like that you did all the questions, very nice.

Thank you for asking! I love her and it was fun to answer this.

elisabettasims replied to your photoset “Ross: “No pets allowed. Persephone was the only exception.” Sunset:...”

Because Ross is self-centered and doesn't understand how to take care of another living being :D Any pet he had would starve to death or something.

Yeah, maybe he doesn’t want a pet because he knows he’d be so bad at taking care of it :D Maybe he has a good reason for once. Well, not exactly good, but you know what I mean.

tiny-tany-thaanos replied to your photoset “In the morning, he decided to plant a plasma fruit tree in front of...”

The Sims - the only place where the combination "vampire" and "vegetarian" does make sense ��

Now that I think about it, I’ve never actually played with a vampire that has the Vegetarian trait. Oooh. I should. Or maybe I could replace one of Caleb’s traits and see what it does. Doesn’t he have the Foodie trait? Makes no sense to me but ok ea. I know he’s the good vampire and all that but still.

[howtohero]

Your Friend Has Come Back to Life

Or have they... Your friend -maybe they were a superhero, maybe they weren’t it doesn’t really matter- has died. (We’re very sorry for your loss.) You eulogized them (beautiful speech by the way, very moving) buried them (mmm I like the way you work that shovel), mourned them (again, very sorry for your loss. And for that shovel comment) and eventually you found peace. You found solace in the fact that they were in a better place. You’ve moved on until you too felt that you were in a better place, emotionally speaking. And then this joker strolls right back into the realm of the living like nothing even happened.

Yeah frikkin right.

There’s no way this poser is really your dead and buried friend. Right? It couldn’t be. They died. And sure, it’s notoriously difficult to keep a good hero down but that’s not something that really happens is it? That’s just a rumor. People fake their deaths sure, but actual resurrection? Come on. That’s poppycock. (Such poppycock, except for the fact that happens all the time.) Sure to other people. But this is clearly some type of ruse. Part of some insidious scheme to learn my secrets. (”My”?) Sorry, right your secrets. It’s part of an insidious scheme to learn your secrets, dear reader. 

The best way to put an end to this scheme is to expose this imposter for what they really are... an imposter! (Gasp!) When somebody shows up pretending to be your dead friend you should immediately kidnap them and seal them away somewhere isolated. This way the cretin can’t use your dead friend’s memory to manipulate all of their friends and loved ones. Ideally you do it before they can present themselves to your late friend’s family. Once that happens you’re in trouble. This overjoyed and grateful family, who now believe that a miracle has occurred, is not just going to let you kidnap and imprison they’re resurrected family member. Unless their family is weak and you can like fight them. Then it’s not really a problem.

How! To! Fight! An! Entire! Family! And! Kidnap! Their! Allegedly Resurrected! Loved! One! (Oh yeah, we’re doing this.)

Let grandma know what happens when she harbors an alien shapeshifter/clone/charlatan. Sometimes you gotta beat up an entire family in order to save them from a supervillain masquerading as their dead relative. For the greater good. Don’t sweat the little things (they’re called children) they’re not going to pose a threat to you. Size up this family, who are the strong ones, who are the ones that are going to stand in the background and hurl piercing insults at you, who are the ones that honestly could not care less that this person came back to life? Once you’ve quickly categorized all of these relatives, you can fight them in the following order: 

The elderly: They may seem frail and docile, and most of them are but science(?) shows that one in every four grandfathers has a pocket knife and knows how to use it. So on the off chance that this grandpa is armed or that this granny puts the “MMA” in gramma, you want them taken off the board as soon as superhumanly possible. And hey, if they aren’t armed they’ll be very easy to fight and you could use that kind of confident boost to propel you further in this quest.

Any mothers: Everybody knows that mothers get temporary bursts of superpowers when their offspring are in danger. Sure, technically, this isn’t their son that you’re kidnapping. It’s most likely some kind of bug alien in a skin suit. But mom doesn’t know that, and I don’t know enough about how those superpowers work to say whether or not it matters (But hey, if Mother’s Day for some reason falls on a Tuesday or Thursday this year, expect that to be what we talk about.) 

The physically fit: If there is anybody there who looks strong you should fight them next. 

The, contrary to all appearances, surprisingly fit: Watch out for these scrappy underdogs. They might look unfit, but secretly, they are very fit. Or at least, someone taught them how to punch a kidnapper in the throat. I’d wear a throat guard on this op. 

Everybody else: The actually unfit, the cousin who’s into falconry, “Aunt” Marybeth who isn’t technically related but she’s been friends with mom since college and refuses to leave the house! These folks honestly might not be super invested in this thing, but you’d be wise to fight them anyway. Just in case.

Once you’ve handled the family, you can run off into the night with the poser who is claiming to be your best friend back from the dead. Now you need to interrogate them so you can determine what kind of imposter they are.

How! To! Interrogate! A Slimeball! Who! Is! Pretending! To! Be! Your! Pal! Who! Tragically! Died! (This is happening so get on board.)

There are many different kinds of imposters out there who would just love to fake a relationship with a superhero and have no moral qualms about stealing a dead person’s identity. (Kind of like how you have no moral qualms about beating up an entire family.) Are they just a lowlife shapeshifter who failed to do any basic research? Are they some kind of grifter who did some research but not enough because they can’t even remember that the two of you spent the night before their fifteenth birthday stargazing and mapping new constellations to make each other laugh!!!! Are they a hyper advanced android that actually can answer all of your questions flawlessly and doesn’t appear to be robotic in the slightest but THAT DOESN’T MEAN THEY’RE NOT AN IMPOSTER!!!!! So get your questions ready. Ask them about things only your real best friend would no. Try to get as hyper specific as possible. It’s probably wise to throw in a few questions that your best friend wouldn’t know the answer to, just to be safe. Make sure to heavily imply that torture is on the table so that they confess to their lies and their crimes faster. 

Even if this punk is skillfully answering all of your questions, except for the one’s they can’t answer, which they are honest about. Even If they’re even offering up information about your friend that you didn’t even ask about. You can’t lose sight of what’s really going on here. This person is some kind of conman (or, probably, a conlizard, sent by the lizard mafia to kill you because of all of those outstanding loans) and you can’t be swayed by their cons! However, if you do find your resolve wavering, perhaps out of some foolish desire to believe that your best friend truly has returned from the dead, stay the course. Remember what’s at stake here. My (your) your secrets! Don’t worry, there are other ways of confirming that your friend really is dead.

How! To! Rob! Your! Dead! Best! Friend’s! Grave! (Yeah, we went there.)

The best way to determine whether or not your friend is really dead is to dig up their body and parade it around town. (Make sure to specifically parade it in front of their family so they forgive you beating them all up.) To start you’ll need to get a shovel. (Oh baby.) You’re giving off a weird energy today bud. (I could say the same to you.) Fair enough! Now, back to exhuming your friend’s corpse. The trick with digging up a body is, like all things, to just dig until you find what you’re looking for. Easy peasy. It’s like taking candy from a baby. If the candy was the dead body of your friend. And the baby was dirt. 

If you dig and dig and dig only to find that the grave is empty. Or to find that the coffin is empty except for a note saying “Yo, how crazy? I came back to life! So rad so rad.” Well, then you wasted a lot of time digging for no reason. (I thoroughly enjoyed it though.) Hahaha you need to stop. (What can I say man, I dig a person who knows their way around a shovel.) All righty. Don’t get disheartened though, there could be any number of explanations for your dead friend’s empty grave. It does not necessarily mean that they came back to life. Perhaps some crook stole the body to sell the body parts on the blackmarket. This is especially likely if they were a superhuman. Superhuman body parts go for maaaad cash on the black market...

How! To! Make! Tons! Of! Money! Selling! Dead! Superhuman! Body! Parts! On! The Black Market!

No no. Just kidding. Just kidding. An empty grave could also mean that this fakester was very thorough, and hid the real body so that they could more easily slip into their identity without any questions. But you know better than that. You will not be easily so easily fooled. Which means you need to do the unthinkable. You need to turn to science to prove, once and for all, that this person claiming to be your friend come back to life is nothing but a no good liar.

How! To! Use! Science! To! Prove! Once and for all! That! This! Person! Claiming! To! Be! Your! Friend! Come! Back! To! Life! Is! Nothing! But! A! No! Good! Liar! (Oh, things are serious now.)

Bust out your lab coats and microscopes. We’re about to spit some science. Set up a makeshift laboratory in your basement or hideout or an actual science lab. Then, use that science, to prove things scientifically. (We have a mad scientist on staff you know, want me to call-) Dr. Brainwave! Yes! Great call! Get that rascal in here. I love that guy. (Uh, yeah. Sure thing.) <You called?> Yeah! How would you, a supervillainous mad scientist, prove, using your ungodly science, that someone who claimed to be your best friend back from the dead is nothing but a no good liar. <Oh, great question! Well first obviously you should kidnap and interrogate them.> We did all that, come on, skip to the science. <Ok ok. In order to prove that this person is or isn’t who they say they are you’re going to need a DNA sample. Now, technically all you’d really need is a hair or some spit or blood. But I always say better safe than sorry. The bigger the sample the more likely it is that we’ll get conclusive results, so just chop off an entire arm or leg. To be safe.> To be safe sure, sounds good to me. <Then you toss that leg into a DNA Confirmerjiggeryfloot and you should get the results almost instantaneously. Then when it turns out that this person pretending to be your best friend is a brilliant liar, you can kill him I guess.> Thanks Doc! Brilliant advice from our supervillain corespondent! 

Now, on the off off off off chance that the DNA test comes back with results other than the ones you were hoping for and it turns out that, against all odds, this guy actually is your best friend. And they have come back from the dead. And you did kick the snot out of their entire extended family for literally no reason. Then it may be time for you to come clean with them. And have a candid conversation about the regrettable thing that happened after they, apparently temporarily, passed away.

How! To! Gently! Explain! To! Your! Recently! Resurrected! Best! Friend! That! You! Completely Accidentally I Might Add! Overwrote! Their! Fully! Completed! File! Of! Super! Duper! Fighty! Punchy! Boys! IV! (That’s Right Folks, This Just Got Real)

Yes, it’s true. After they died, you got their video game collection. It turns out they were really good at video games. They unlocked everything and beat every level and every boss in this apparently very hard to beat video game. They won some medal for it or something. You don’t know. You’re not super into video games. How were you supposed to know how big of a deal it was. So yeah, I guess you accidentally erased their saved filed and replaced it with your own. And sure, you’re not nearly as good as they were. You haven’t beaten any levels. You’re bad a video games. Probably you shouldn’t have tried their most prized video game first, but you were trying to connect to them after their passing. Is that so bad??? Is that such a crime??? Sure, maybe they didn’t technically leave their prized video games to you. But if stealing a person’s prized possessions from a grieving family is a crime, then I guess you’re just a criminal. Whoops! So now that they’re actually alive you have to explain to them that you basically erased their greatest achievement and most prized possession in one fell swoop. Because you are bad at things. Gosh this is going to be such an awkward conversation. And to think, if he had just stayed dead, you wouldn’t have to have it. [You can’t kill them.] Well, you’ve been awfully quiet this whole time. [I actually quit halfway through this post, but Brainwave called me and said you’d been acting really weird so I came back.] Glad to have you! I wasn’t even going to advocate killing them. You see, if either of you are dead, you can avoid this conversation. So....

How! To! Fake! Your! Death! To! Avoid! An! Awkward! Conversation! With! Your! Apparently! Actually! Resurrected! For! Real! Friend! (Go read our other posts!)

[purplesurveys]

1904

Have you had more hot or cold drinks today? Cold. I don't really like hot drinks.

What's a name you like that's similar to yours? The only similar name I can think of and that I like is Rowan, for a girl.

Where did you get the last plate/bowl you ate with from? I'm currently eating tuna sashimi salad from a paper bowl that the restaurant I ordered from provided.

How's your mental health today? Not too shabby. I've been rattled the last couple of weeks for various reasons, but I think it's all mellowed down now and it also helps that it's Friday again.

What bands and artists did you listen to when you were a teenager? So the #1 band in my heart then, now, and always will be Paramore, but I also got way way into punk rock because of CM Punk. In the bus to and from school, I would listen to Against Me!, Rancid, H2O, The Bouncing Souls...basically all of his favorites that he used to plug on social media all the time at the time. I also really liked Killswitch Engage.

Do your feelings get hurt easily? Idk, it depends on what's thrown at me. I don't care how people think of me for the most part, and being called out does not bother me; but I do get bothered when I am talked to in a way that the other person is clearly thinking that I'm stupid.

What sort of restaurant did you last eat at? Does food delivery count? I ordered Japanese tonight.

Do you have a friend who's always sending you TikTok videos? Do you actually watch them? I'm pretty sure my close friends occasionally would, but I never open my TikTok messages hahaha.

Have you ever seen a cougar in the wild? Nope.

Will you attend a wedding in the next 3 months? Nope.

Are you good at following instructions? In general, yeah. As long as I can read the instructions or have visual aid as either is how I prefer to pick up details.

What's your backyard or outdoor area like? Apart from being paved and having a basketball stand/net/hoop (what do you even call the whole thing?), there's not much else to it really. We have our cars parked nearby as well, and my dad's newest baby - his motorcycle - is by the backyard too.

Do you like your boss? (or your last boss if you don't currently have one? I like Trina, and I'm gonna miss her when she leaves.

When was the last time you took a selfie? Tuesday.

What did you have for breakfast yesterday? I didn't eat anything yesterday until 1 PM.

What do you do to entertain yourself on a long flight or journey? The 'longest' I've experienced was like 3.5 hours lol, but in any case I like downloading YouTube videos offline so I don't go crazy sitting down. It's also why a part of me, while excited at the prospect of traveling the world, also kind of dreads it because I can't imagine being on a plane for any longer than 5 hours... :/ Where are you right now? In my room.

Have you ever done a hearing test? I don't think so.

Do you hate small talk? Well, no. Sometimes it has to happen. The only aspect of it I would find awkward by is if the other person barely makes an effort to reply or make conversation.

What's the hottest temperature your current town/city has ever had? I'm not sure tbh, maybe somewhere around the 40s?

What programs/applications do you currently have open on the device you're using right now? I usually have only Chrome open on this laptop anymore.

How many steps per day do you do, generally? When I work from home, which takes up most of my time, nothing over 200. But then I'll have my event days or days out, and my steps for those can range anywhere between 3,000 to 8,000.

Have you had any snacks today? Nope, just full meals.

What's the next thing you'll tick off your to-do list? I'll need to take Agi to the groomers tomorrow because that boy's fur has gotten long and STINKY lmao.

Have you ever had a chia pet? No.

What's your favourite sandwich filling? Pulled pork.

Do you have any nieces or nephews? I don't.

What was the last reason you saw a doctor? Needed to take my annual medical exam.

Do you use light mode or dark mode on your phone? Dark.

[yuan2makeababy]

Week 16

Date: 5/9/18

How Far Along: 16W2D Gender: IT’S A BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!! I was able to move the appointment up from Saturday to Tuesday, so we found out yesterday at exactly 16 weeks that we have a little man growing! Weight Gain: I still don’t think I’ve had any.. which is making me nervous. I’ve checked two different scales recently and they both said right around 123, which is actually less than what I was right before I got pregnant (128). I never got sick and I am definitely growing.. so I’m not sure what’s happening. I have an appointment with the midwife on Friday, so I’ll ask about weight gain then. 

Stretch Marks: Nope

Maternity Clothes: I bought some shorts that I’m excited to wear! And a new dress, but it wasn’t maternity, just loose. Most maternity clothes are still too large. so I’m going the route of just wearing what I already have knowing I will have a tummy.  Sleep: Still the same, though I’m getting those weird vivid dreams I had when I was on the fertility medication. I was hoping I would skip that part, but it ain’t so. My dog also isn’t sleeping well, so I’ve been getting up with him some, and I have to pee at least a couple of times every night and usually can’t go right back to sleep. Best Moment This Week: WE KNOW WHAT WE ARE HAVING AND IT’S A BOY AND HE’S SO CUTE AND i’M SO EXCITED!!!!! I was really worried about gender disappointment since I was convinced it was a girl, but I wasn’t at all. He looks so happy and healthy and adorable! And’t the tech said that he looks like he has a big nose hahaha, poor guy didn’t stand a chance since he and dad both have wide noses! 

Worst Moment This Week: I really can’t think of anything. Finding out the sex has been crazy exciting. We only found out around 4 yesterday, but it has consumed my every thought and I can call him he and by his name and it’s wonderful! Miss Anything: I would still love a good cocktail! And honestly to be able to wear my clothes and feel normal. I’m not used to the tummy yet and it still just looks like chubby and not baby, so i’m a little self conscious of that. Movement: I maybe felt him the other day. we had been shopping most of the afternoon and were on the drive home. I felt something like a roll or brush against the inside of my stomach. I haven’t felt it again so I’m not 100% convinced it was him, but it could have been!

Symptoms: The heartburn has started up, not terrible.. but not great either! I had eggos this morning and that caused some fun burning! Other than that my stomach just feels tight. I think I have reached peak stretch of my current stomach, so now I need some more skin to start showing up! My stomach gets itchy a lot and just feels tight all of the time

Cravings: Still nothing here... Queasy or Sick: I think this is officially gone (at least for this week). I get the heartburn that makes me not feel well. but there is no queasiness to smells or sickness from anything like that. I never once got since which is AWESOMEEEE Have You Started To Show Yet: Oh yeah. there is no hiding him anymore. I’m just rocking that bump life. I told my new director last week and she said I didn’t look pregnant but she also never knew me before the bump. So I think people that aren’t used to seeing me just don’t know what non-pregnant Anna looks like. But the bump is strong! Labor Signs: Nope Belly Button In or Out? In. and it has started hurting from the inside?? I’m going to ask my midwife about that on friday! Wedding Rings On or Off? On Happy or Moody Most of the Time: IDK, I think I still may be in moody territory. Things easily set me off. but I’m pretty up front about when I feel the moodiness coming on, so people get warned! Looking Forward To: We are making the pregnancy social media official this week. we will take a cute picture with the dog, I can’t wait! We are also seeing the in-laws this weekend, so that will be nice!

[rezilient-m3]

February 19

Wow, it's been awhile since I've written anything. Tbh, I've been putting it off. So much has happened...

I'll start off with my sister S, the one that had liver failure. She passed on Feb 11. What a week it has been. Before that tho, she came stayed with me. Her and her daughter came to my house, late on the 2nd, and surprised me. I wasn't expecting it, and to be completely honest, I was annoyed. Not at her directly, just at them not preparing me for the chaos and who's gonna sleep where and dealing with an even fuller house lol. (There was me, my 4 kids, nanny neph, sis, niece, her bf and kid.) They all stayed until Thursday. (I won't get into Wed night, when they all went out and left me and my sick sister with her 2 yr old. I wouldn't have minded, but I had work and wouldn't leave that little girl with my sister, cuz my sister was sick and could barely go up and down my stairs.) Anyways, my sister stayed when her daughter and family left. So, that's Tuesday to Friday I had with her. And I barely spent any time with her. I was working, then I'd come home and do the usual (cook, clean, kids), and she was always in bed. Now, looking back, I regret not just laying there with her. I had that chance to just be there and chill. But how was I supposed to know that would have been my last time with her?

Friday, my mum and our older sister, R, show up. I did not know, at the time, that their main reason coming to the city was to spend time with me and my kids. Anyways, they came and took 2 out of 4 kids, to go swimming at the hotel and spend the night. Cool, right? So, I'm sitting here, wondering what my plans should be. Then it hit me, I should go home to visit my dad, since he's practically home alone. It was already 430, and it's a 4 and a half hr drive, but I still decided to go. I had to ask my sister R if it was alright that I leave her with the 2 kids she had and asked my twin brother to come house sit. Then, it was set. I didn't end up leaving until 6 ish. Anyways, point being, my sister S was going to stay here with our brother, but decided, last minute, that she'd just go home for the weekend and come back with us on Sunday.

We drove, and she's talking, but I can barely hear her. But stuff about her accident. Blaming the ppl that were involved. I always wanted to tell her she shouldn't carry that shit in her heart. It was nobody's fault that she drank that day, nobody's fault they got kicked out of that party at the cabins, nobody's fault they rolled that day, and nobody's fault that she took Tylenol since to help with the pain she had afterwards. (Well, I can see how she could blame some things on some ppl, but realistically, she drank to be in that accident and she took those pills to accelerate her inevitable liver problems). But I couldn't tell her these things to sound like I don't care, or to further make her feel worse than she already did. Idk. I stayed quiet. About an hour away from home, we stopped in a town to pick up drinks and whatever. She was texting her friend and decided to stay with her. I didn't question anything, cause the drive alone seemed unbearable to her. She was nauseous and in pain. So, I took her there and that would be the last I got to hug her and tell her I loved her. I left.

Fast forward to Sunday, I didn't think anything of her not coming, I figured if she wanted to come, she would have called to make sure I picked her up. Plus, she probably wasn't feeling her best. All I texted when I passed that town was, "I love you". She wrote back, a few hours later, "I love you too my bean". And that was it.

Monday morning I had a missed call and voicemail from the friend I left her with, and a few msges from our sister R telling me S was in the hospital again. I didn't check the voicemail. All I thought was, "good, she can try get better again." And went to work. Later on my break, I got updates from R saying it wasn't good. They were allowing her and our mum to visit, but nobody else because of covid. Understandable. I still didn't think anything of it. But, I kept getting updates from R, of how worse she was getting. She said the Dr's were consulting with the hospital in the bigger city to see if there was anything they could do for her, or if she should stay there to be closer to family... They kept her. Plus, Monday night would be the last time she had a conversation with our sister. She'd now be on morphine to make her comfortable, which didn't help her be aware of anything. Now, it's Wednesday morning. I'm at work, on my first break I get all these msges saying she got even more worse and they were going to start allowing family come see her 2 at a time. This is when I knew it was really bad. I cried a bit in my car, msging Alex about how my sister might be dying and I didn't know what to do. I actually thought I'd finish the rest of the day and call in for the last 2 days. But, when I went in class and tried telling my teacher what was up, and her hitting me with that sympathetic "omg, are you okayyyy?" look, with the rubbing my arm thing, I teared up and shook my head no. She told me it was okay with her if I left. But I also had to go talk to the principal about it too. I cried in his office as well. But they were very understanding and gracious. Blessed for that.

Alex decided to leave work. I had a sitter to stay with kids, since they still had school. But he said he'd come anyways. I told him not to worry, but how could he not, right? I was glad he did, in the end, cuz he was what I needed later. So, I left, without getting to see him, cuz I was going the 3 hrs to get to the hospital, and he was coming the 7 hours home.

Anyways, I get there. All our family were taking turns going in to her room to see her. She wasn't awake. It was weird cuz her eyes would open, and be looking, but it was like she wasn't seeing. If that makes sense. That night me and my sister R spent the night with her. When we walked in, she was very agitated and restless. She was crying, hurting, and obviously very uncomfortable. She wanted to sit up, lay down, and scratching everywhere. It was very hard to watch. It scared me. Once the morphine kicked in, I seen her body just relax. The, sitting there talking about her, and her life, what we thought, we both said it would be better if she just let go. She was suffering and we just wanted the suffering to end. But it sucked cuz that's our sister. We weren't ready to lose her. But what could you do? She noticed that her breathing was a little raspy and her feet were cold. She said those were tell-tale signs that the end was near. Sad. Next morning, we leave cuz our mum wanted to come in. We went. All the family was back to taking turns visiting. This time it took me longer to get my turn, cuz more people were showing up. We all just stayed in the parking lot all day. I went back in about 230 or 3. She was obviously worse. I was hoping her hand and tearing, saying, "I'm going to miss you. D's gonna miss you." As soon as I said his name, she squeezed my hand and her bottom lip quivered like she wanted to cry. Then I said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you sad. Don't be sad. We'll be okay. Don't be scared. I love you so much." And kissed her. Now, I was in the room with one of her daughters, and I could tell her couldn't really say want she wanted cuz I was there. So, I gave her time alone. Mind you, I was still thinking ill be back later anyways to spend another night with her. That didn't happen tho.

She took her last breath at about 4. I was sitting in the back of my dad's truck. My dad, my twin brother, and my mum were in there. Nobody showed any kind of reaction. I was crying. Frantically typing to my bf. Then, my niece J, opened the door and asked if I was okay. I get out and immediately started hyperventilating. I was crying, ugly crying. In shock. Standing there not knowing what to do, I sat in my vehicle, that was next to my dad's. Still felt weirdly uncomfortable cuz my nany neph was in there not saying anything, too. My best friend, A, came out of nowhere and I broke down again in her arms. I calmed down, and laughed in that moment cuz I seen one of my nieces bf wipe out lol. Good timing. Anyways, my friend said she was going to take her husband home and be right back. I ended up sitting in her truck for the next cpl hrs. I realized way later that I didn't even go hug any of my siblings lol.

We got to see her body one last time before they took her to the funeral home. I was one of the last people to get a turn, and I went in with one of her sons. I thought it was gonna be horrible, and I'd break down over her body. Instead, my dumb ass started laughing. Lol. Her one eye was open and looking right at me, and she looked like she was smiling. I apologized to her son about laughing. And him and I just talked about before, about him as a baby. My sister didn't raise him since, and I was always with her before, so we knew that about each other. Guess that was all we had in common with his mom; my sister.

So, when all was said and done that night, everybody went to the hotel. I just dropped off everyone who was in my suv and said I was going to go home to my dad's. He was the only one who went home that evening, so I knew he was home alone. So, I left. I wanted to be alone, and I wanted to just sleep in his house, where I felt safe. Before getting there tho, I tried so hard to cry. I felt like I wasn't experiencing her death like how I thought I would. Like, yes, I cried, but not like how I thought I would. That bothered me. Still kinda does. I listened to sad music. Got some tears, then thought, I probably looked stupid and just laughed again. Idk what's wrong with me hahaha.

Before getting home, tho, I msged my son and said I was going to stop at his house and hug him. I had to make sure he was okay. My sister was his Godmother, and although they barely had a relationship, I still had to make sure. Plus, it felt nice to just go be with him for a few minutes.

Next day was funeral home. The last drive home, with her down the highway. The wake. I made her a wreath. That was fun. Got crafty at the wake super late that night lol. But the flower shop in that town couldn't make enough, because there's a lot of families within our family and everybody wanted one done. So, I made my own. That was special.

Alex and kids came Saturday morning to be with me at the funeral. (I forgot to mention that this was the sister he was with first before me). Plus, this was also his first funeral experience with how we do funerals. They don't do wakes, or last goodbyes, or church.... The last goodbye I broke. I cried ugly and loud. He cried too. It was a sad day.

I didn't really feel anything afterwards. It still bothered me that it didn't affect t me like how I thought it would. Not until last night. I always loom at my fb memories, and she was all over my old posts, liking them, hearing pictures, commenting. Then it hit me, that she'll never do that again. I cried. Then, I went on her timeline to see what would be the last posts she wrote, or shared. They were from last summer. Mostly, obvious drunk posts, where she would be misspelling and not making much sense. I go to comments and there's me giving her shit. Wow, I thought. But then I remembered always being disappointed and let down. Those times I'd get upset was because she'd promise me to be sober, to visit, but turn around and drink anyways. That would offend me. Cuz I missed the sober her. I missed just hanging out with her. I hardly got that in our last few years, especially since I had quit drinking. I was sad. The thing that really hit home was seeing a post she shared, "All I need is for one person to not give up on me." Like hf. That hit hard, cuz I immediately felt guilty. Why couldn't I be her person? Why would I just easily give up on her when I knew she'd always choose to drink over me? I resented her. I was mad at her for it. So, I wouldn't try. That sucks.

But that is my next thing. I know I can't hold onto negative feelings like that. I can't regret anything. Anything and everything that happened, happened already, and for whatever reasons. She's gone. But most importantly, she's not suffering. Maybe witnessing her being in that much pain helped me be more okay with her dying? Cuz I wouldn't want her, or anybody, to go through something like that. It was horrible. I need to work on letting her go, in a way that I'm happy with the memories, and all that crap people say you should be doing lol. Idk. I will. But for now, I'm sad. I will miss her. Especially for the big things in my life. I'm still going to think of her, for the big events I'd know she would have been there for me. Sad. ~Rip S. I love you.❤

Anyways, another big thing happened for me right after the funeral. A happy thing. That is why that day was bitter sweet for me. But I won't get into that rn. I'm tired and it's late. I will be back soon. Plus, court happened today. That's another thing to get into. 😒 Nothing really happened there. But, as always, I will be back.

Until then. ✌

P.s sry if there's any mistakes in any of my posts. Not going to go over and read everything. This was a long one too haha.

[ragehappysecretsanta]

Author: http://teambattlebuddies.tumblr.com

Recipient: http://achievemenhunter.tumblr.com

Summary: Nothing even remotely interesting has ever happened in Micheal's life. Nothing fun, noteworthy, or cool. He's tired of the boring self pitying person he's become but honestly? There's nothing much he can do about it really. That is until a handsome stranger accidentally turns his boring life on it's ear when he's witness to a supernatural event. Things are significantly less boring when he's fighting Vampires side by side with two gorgeous guys who he thinks might want him too.

Warnings: Violence, Alcohol, NC-17

WordCount: 11,093

It’s Tuesday night, so naturally nothing much is happening. Nothing really happens on Tuesdays. Nothing of importance or significance at least. Most people don’t like Mondays, but whether good or bad, shit happens Monday. Nothing’s ever happened on a Tuesday. It might be the shittiest day of them all.

Michael gulps a craft beer because he’s a dying man anyway. A man dying of boredom that is. A man staring at the game playing in the corner of a dive bar when, if you asked him, he’d have no answer to the score or the teams or even the sport. He cares so little, the only reason he’s even looking at the TV is because it’s moving and something is happening, even if it is an old rerun of some sport Michael couldn’t care less about. Hell the only reason he’s in this shitty bar is the thought of being that guy in a shoebox apartment he can barely afford, alone, drinking beer staring at the wall, well the thought of that’s just about the only thing sadder than being where he is and doing what he’s doing.

God, his life sucks.

Even Michael hates his boring, self-pitying ass. He hates his job? He should quit it. He’s lonely? He should try dating. He’s horney? He should pick someone up at the bar or just jack off or something. God he’s such a fucking whiney baby. Get a grip.

“I’ll just have a water.”

Michael’s eyes drift over to this designated driver guy because he has to be even sadder and more bored than Michael. Water? Really.

But this guy doesn’t seem to be part of some sad Tuesday night party, he’s alone at the bar. And he’s pretty fucking hot if Michael’s honest. Like He’s short, built as hell, and wearing a leather jacket. All things setting off Michael’s boner meter.

Come on, Michael. Time to take life into his own hands. And by life, he means… well you know. Apologies to his right hand but he’d prefer other company tonight if he’s honest. So Michael tries to be casual, try not to be too much of a desperate son of a bitch. Just sit next to him, put down his empty glass and order another. There. Now he has a reason to sit next to this guy.

There’s not many guys Michael feels comfortable openly flirting without first finding out a few things, like ‘Is he gay?’ but that’s a box already checked here. He emanates the most powerful top cub vibes what with his shaved head and facial hair and honestly just everything this guy’s got going for him. He’s got to be gay.

“So, you come here often?” Fuck. Shit. It’s been so long since he’s talked to anyone hot, let alone this hot. What a dumb fucking thing to say. ‘You come here often?’ what kind of reply is he gonna get then? ‘Nope/Yeah.’ Then Michael says ‘cool’ and that's that. The end. What’s his next line? ‘Are you from fucking tennesse or something? Because I’m a fucking stupid asshole.’

“Nope.” The guy says and MIchael wants to crawl into a fucking hole.

“C-” Michael begins, resigned to how this conversation is going to end.

“Not my scene, usually.” The guy continues. And that accent? What are the chances of another east coaster down here in Texas? High, probably, but still Michael likes.”You?”

“Uh…” He wasn’t expecting to have to reply, fuck. “...Nah, I don’t really get out much, so I’m not really anywhere often, except for work and-”shut the fuck up, Michael! Stop fucking babbling. Act cool you piece of shit. “-uh, home.”

“I’d say the same about myself really, if work wasn’t almost anywhere.” He laughs to himself, finishing off his water.

Michael smiles along with him because he doesn’t know what this guy does so how’s he supposed to get the joke? “So what do you do?”

“Oh, uhh…” The guy drinks his water and he looks like he’s stalling. What, does he strip for bachelorette parties? The fuck is this non-static work environment secret bullshit? “I work, um, freelance… security?”

Well that’s a fucking lie if Michael’s ever heard one. He isn’t gonna call him out on it. Whatever this dude wants to keep private is his fucking business. Instead, Michael just leans in closer, “Wow… that sounds interesting…” He touches the guy’s hand and he realises that he doesn’t have any idea what this guy’s name is. And honestly? Michael’s kinda into that. “Freelance, huh? Flexible work hours?”

“I can get called in last minute pretty often, but mostly I make my own hours.”

“So you’re free tonight,” And here it comes, fucking head first into this shit, “And if we’re both lucky, all morning too?”

“Umm…” It doesn’t even look like he’s paying goddamn attention. The guy is straight up looking over his shoulder at something across the bar! “So, you got any, uh, hobbies?”

Well he was just thoroughly ignored. It doesn’t matter, the guy’s beautiful brown eyes are back on him and really Michael doesn’t need some polite guy. All he needs is a burly top to give him something interesting to do for a few hours. “I play a lot of video games,” Attempt number two, “If you want, you can come over. We could play something if you want?”

Just as he gets to inviting him over the dude looks over his shoulder at something again. Or not something Michael realises. Someone. There’s the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen across the bar. Right. Did he misjudge this guy? No. Not fucking possible, if this guy was straight he would have rebuffed michael immediately. Maybe he’s bi though. He doesn’t even look back at Michael as he starts to speak again, “Yeah, video games. I’ve got an xbox at home. I’ve played so much GTA V sometimes I almost just steal a car in real life before I can stop myself. Hahaha…”

“Right.” This guy’s just babbling now, straight up looking away from him. Not that Michael can blame him or anything, that chick is incredibly hot. Like long curly hair, slim legs, big red lips, and giant tits? If Michael was into girls he would be all up in that. They apparently both want the both thing if those fucking bedroom eyes she’s giving the guy Michael’s been trying to fuck are anything to go by. And fuck, she’s definitely winning this battle, no contest. Michael makes one last attempt, but it’s weak. He’s already given up.

“I’ll suck you off in the parking lot.”

The guy doesn’t even acknowledge him, instead just fucking gets up and walks out, following the gorgeous goddamn woman and her mile-long-leg, curves-in-all-the-right-places ass. Michael hopes they both have a terrible night.

He orders two shots of whiskey, pays, and downs them.

He literally just met that guy and he fucking misses him. Michael has no idea what he’s like, but he was from the east coast. He had such broad shoulders. He played GTA V! They were practically fucking soulmates!

He hopes the shots get him tipsy enough to get over the loss of the love of his life. Or at least tipsy enough to tide him over ‘til he gets home. Then he can actually get shitfaced and cry on the phone at a friend or someone he went on a failed date with or something.

Fuck, Michael doesn’t know. He’ll surprise himself.

His chest is warm and his legs feel like they maybe want to be kind of rebellious and unresponsive. It’s all good. Maybe not good, but not bad.

He’s out of the dim light and into the dark and cool night. He unlocks his phone to call an uber because he lives too far to walk home at midnight.

Ah, cool, it’s 0:01.

“Fuck-”

Michael turns to the voice against his better judgement. It’s the voice of the guy who rejected him and honestly Michael doesn’t need to see those two fucking against the wall, but millions of years of evolution cause him to look over at the source of the noise. Science is bullshit.

But they’re not fucking.

They’re fighting. Viciously. The woman tightens her grip around the guy’s neck and Michael’s head goes fucking blank for a moment. He has no idea what to do, even as the dude knees her in the stomach and pulls her head into the wall next to him as she’s doubled up.

Then he whips out this thing, it looks like a fucking knife. Hot guy has a knife,  what the fuck.

Call 911! Screams the only voice in Michael’s short circuiting brain but it’s too late. The guy drives his -not a knife, it’s too thick- into the woman’s chest and Michael has never been more glad he didn’t get that guy to fuck him.

Shit, he could have ended up stabbed!

His fingers are already dailing, something he does in the split second before things go crazy.

There’s this sound like someone sucking on a pipe organ or something, but like, this sucking sound, but through like an amplifier. It’s loud and like maybe she’s inhaling hard with that -holy shit, holy fucking shit, she’s got a full on stick in her chest- in her lungs. Then like she’s voldemort in the last Harry Potter Movie, she flakes away. All at once, she turns to dust, or like dandruff, or dandelion seeds as she floats away into the wind.

There’s gravel stuck into Michael’s hands before he even knows what that means. His ass hurts and not in the way he wanted it to. Shit. Shit. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck!

The guy’s eyes snap onto him as Michael's muscles bypass his brain and just start scrambling as far away from this guy standing above him with a fucking sharp stick he used to kill and fucking evaporate some woman in this goddamn parking lot. He’s going to die. He’s going to fucking die here.

Michael’s back hits the front of a parked car and there’s no further he can go. The guy is standing right over him and Michael can see the guy’s eyes snap from him to the phone on the ground. Shit. Michael dropped his fucking phone. If only he’d hit that call button, it’s not likely but at least there’d be some fucking chance that he wouldn’t get stabbed. It’s too late now though.

The guy picks up his phone. “Huh. I guess you saw all that then…”

Michael is so dead.

Then he sticks out his hand. His empty hand. Like he’s trying to help Michael up. Michael instinctively flinches, drawing further back. He wanted to sleep with a fucking murderer. What the hell is wrong with him.

“Wait, uh,” The guy takes his hand back, following Michael’s eyes to the wooden stake in his hand. Like there was something else that Michael was going to be scared of. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Oh right, he’s fucking crazy. Like, literally just killed someone batshit insane.  “I-I’m not going to, uh, stab you if that’s what you think.”

Michael laughs. It’s not like he finds this situation funny or something. It’s just, pure disbelief. Disbelief at the statement. Disbelief at his fucking situation. Disbelief that he was about to die. Because Michael doesn’t picture his death often, but murdered in a parking lot was not one of the scenarios he’d imagined.

“No, really!” The guy raises his hands. Surrendering. Michael could make a break for it? Get back in the bar. “Look,” And the dude drops his sharp stick.

There’s a silence. The guy with his hands up just stands over Michael. Michael stays on the ground, brain frozen halfway through the complex equation of things that could happen and ways to not die.

Then the guy talks again, “I-uh- you weren’t supposed to… see that. I mean. Um, I’m Jeremy.”

Ah yes, a wonderful time for introductions. Good to know your murders first name. Wonderful.

“Yeah, I’m Jeremy and uh…” Jeremy -probably a fake name. Like why would he give out his actual real life name? “Um, can I buy you a drink.”

What?

Fifteen minutes ago -hell, fucking like 2 minutes ago- Michael would have been ecstatic to get a drink from a  handsome stranger, but after seeing a literal murder? He’s less excited if he’s honest.

“If you’re afraid I’ll, um, kill you or something, there’s -uh. Witnesses? Yeah, witnesses in the bar.” Jeremy explains, he seems pretty panicked about this whole thing too. “I can explain.”

MIchael just stares at him.

“Right, um. I’m going to go back into the bar. If you want you can join me. I guess. I’ll pay.” Jeremy babbles like he was the one to see the murder. But Michael reasons that he’d be pretty freaked out if someone saw him commit a murder. Fuck, he’s probably the only person standing in Jeremy’s way from getting away with literal murder. Of course he’s being nice about it.

Jeremy backs up slowly, like he’s hoping Michael will spring up before he’s fully in the bar. Fat fucking chance, dude. Michael’s good where he is. Once Jeremy has backed fully into the bar Michael gets inch by inch back to his feet.

His heart is pounding so fast and hard and he can barely feel his limbs. This must be what actual fear is like. It’s a lot different from fear that your character’s going to die. He feels less sick playing video games. There’s nothing tying him here now, he could just leave. He really should leave.

He should leave.

Michael’s heart takes a while to calm. His knees take even longer to rebuild themselves from Jello. It takes just enough time for him to decide to do the dumb thing. He could just leave. Never come back. Get out of here and move on with his life but he knows it’s going to eat him alive. The curiosity. The chance to talk to a real-life actual murder and here how he fucking evaporated that woman and why. He decides to go back in because there’s no one stupider than Michael Vincent goddamn Jones.

Michael Jones, biggest dumbass alive.

Still on wobbling legs, with a thousand frogs hopping in his stomach, he goes right back in the bar. No one looks at him and yet he feels like there are a million eyes on him. It’s awful, the vulnerable exposure all over his skin. The fear is still there. Adrenaline can suck his dick. He walks at a fucking snail’s pace to try not to fall over.

One foot. Next foot.

Jeremy’s sitting in a booth texting someone on his phone. Maybe he’s got some serial killer friends that get off on his descriptions. God, Michael can’t fucking understand why he’d wanted to fuck this guy before. He’s probably bald so he doesn’t have to wash blood out of his hair. That’d be a pain in the fucking ass, Michael bets.

“Ah-hem.” He clears his throat because there’s really nothing to say. And frankly, his tongue feels so thick in his mouth he doesn’t know if he’d be able to talk at all, let alone coherently.

Jeremy starts making a soft “Ap!” sound as he drops his phone. The fuck does he have to be skittish about?

“Oh, ah. You came back in! That’s good.” He pockets his phone again, “So, uh, do you want to sit down?”

Michael laughs again. One of those laughs where he doesn’t know where it came from. One that’s just there, like he didn’t make the sound at all, but he did. He sits down though, right on the edge of the seat. He doesn’t know why. Maybe to run faster? But really how much faster is three inches?

“So. I-uh, this is going to be completely insane. Fuck, you’re just not going to believe a word I say,” Jeremy goes off rambling, getting increasingly quieter and more strained in his voice as he goes on, “God, how am I going to explain this…”

Michael just kind of sits there. Waiting because, what the fuck does he say? ‘Aw no buddy, I’m sure whatever bullshit excuse you have is really convincing!’

The guy finally takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Like he’s reorganizing his excuse in his head. Then he begins.

“Okay, you know that Lady? She was a Vampire.”

Well this dude’s fucking crazy. Michael called it, bullshit excuse. Except either this guy adamantly believes this and he’s like, legitimately crazy, or it’s the first excuse he could think of.

“I'm calling the fucking cops.” Michael tells him matter of factly, because it was a fact. To emphasise this he takes out his phone.

Jeremy looks at him bemused. Or amused? Michael knows what amused means but that's not quite what Jeremy looks like and bemused sounds so goddamn similar so maybe? His eyebrows shot up and he looked like he wanted to smile. So if that's not what bemused means then Michael's been using that word wrong since he first learned it.

“Really? What are you going to tell them?” And Michael doesn't get it. He should be begging him not to call. Threatening him! This guy just killed someone! The fuck is he so smug for?

“That you're a fucking murderer!” Michael catches himself mid yell. But, looking around it seems everyone is either too drunk or doesn't care enough to turn and even just give them a dirty look. “That you're crazy and you killed that lady outside.” And then we'll see who's laughing.

“Really?” Jeremy mocks surprise, “But where's the evidence?”

“I fucking saw y-"

“Yeah, but where’s the body?” Which… makes sense. The body just evaporated. How the hell did he do that. The only times Michael had ever seen anything like that happen was… in vampire movies. When the vampire got stabbed with… a wooden stake.

What the fuck.

Vampires aren't fucking real. Vampires don't exist.

Maybe Michael's the one who's crazy.

Maybe this is a dream. It certainly doesn't feel real.

“Do you even know how you would describe the woman you think you saw me allegedly ‘murder’?” Jeremy cuts into his thoughts with his dumb fucking nonsense. Of course he knows what she looked like! Her hair was… beautiful, and her eyes were… really pretty or something. Fuck. He knows he knows what she looked like but the details are gone. He can't picture her face but he knows she was gorgeous. Was she Asian? White? Black? He has no fucking clue, which doesn't bode well for giving a convincing testimony.

“Why can't I-? Did you do something..?” Michael drifts off. Either he has a concussion or something or something legitimately supernatural is going on here. And Michael wishes he thought it was a head injury.

Jeremy gives him that little white person grimace you do when you’re trying to say ‘sorry, man’ when you have no actual control over the situation at all. Michael’s had two beers and two shots so he’s starting to feel like he’s drunk too much to deal with this. Or not enough. Michael’s head is so full of just general buzzing and fog that the only place for his thoughts to go are out his idiotic mouth.

“...but vampires aren’t fucking real.”

Jeremy looks away and shrugs his shoulders. Yeah, yeah, Michael fucking gets it ‘what can I tell ya?’ and ‘it is what it is’ and all those fucking bullshit placating platitudes. ‘It’s all going to be fine’ yeah, bullshit it’s going to be fine. Fucking vampires exist.

Things are never going to be fine.

But if Jeremy had to kill that lady then does it make it okay to find him super hot? Because really, who hasn’t wanted to fuck Buffy?

And a dude buffy? The absolute dream for Michael’s dumb gay ass.

Really after the adrenaline and the fucking terror of tonight Michael may have discovered something about himself, and that is the thought of hunting vampires -especially with the cub equivalent of a goddamn Winchester brother- has got his dicks attention. He’s not suicidal so of course he’s not going to actually go around hunting vampires but it sounds like a pretty hot role play in the comfort and safety of his own home. Right now though? Michael just wants to be in the thick capable hands of Jeremy and then never hear from him again. Maybe he’ll forget about vampires one day. Heck if he can get Jeremy to fuck him hard enough he might forget by the morning.

“I’m Michael,” Michael says, trying to figure out quite how to pull off the transition from complete and utter disbelief to ‘let me get into them pants’. “By the way.”

Jeremy blinks.

“You told me your name, and I thought we could maybe try this again from square one.” Michael says and really everything has happened way too much so he is honestly just going to block it out until tomorrow. Or never. Who cares! “I’m an electrician and I’m here because my job’s boring and my life’s boring so I thought it might be a good time. Somewhere to do something and have a little fun.”

Jeremy shrugs and reintroduces himself, “I’m Jeremy. I hunt supernatural creatures-” creatures? Not just vampires? Well fuck, if goddamn bloodsucking dracula motherfuckers exist then fairies and centaurs might as well too. What the hell does it actually matter. “-but my day job is doing freelance art for next to no money. I’m here to kill a dangerous vampire, but now that that’s done I’m just here to drink.”

“Well that makes two of us,” Michael does that half smile that his last ex fucking loved. “So I’ve got to wonder what a vampire hunter’s house looks like. Walls hung with weapons and trophies of all the vamps you’ve dusted?” He laughs a little to show he’s not actually interested in hearing Jeremy’s fucking interior decorating scheme.

He laughs, “I think the landlord might not like that.” Jeremy stands rapping the table quickly as he stands -knock on wood?- “I was gonna get a shot. You in?”

Michael smiles.

His boss is going to be so pissed at him in the morning

--

The night so far has gone almost exactly as Michael had hoped. Excluding the vampire thing. Obviously. But otherwise he’s met a hot guy, had a couple of shots, and is sharing an uber to the hot guys house after asking to see something they both know he doesn't actually care about. In this case it might happen to be that Jeremy mentioned he had a necklace made of hellhound teeth. It sounds cool, yeah, but would Michael go out of his way just to see it? No.

The uber driver gives them a tired look as they leave, Michael clinging to Jeremy because it’s Texas, but it’s Austin and Jeremy’s got those massive guns that if he’s honest, Michael wouldn’t mind seeing in action again. With a little three fingered wave the driver’s off again and the night is cold and the air is thin.

Jeremy’s house is small to say the least, not in a great neighbourhood. But Michael’s not here to have kids, he’s here for a one night stand and then forgetting about Vampires and Ghosts and shit that his brain keeps coming up with explanations as to why they can’t be real anyway and so Michael’s going to sleep with a murderer. He’s done worse though. He once had an ex who played League of Legends.

“So hellhounds…” Jeremy continued the story of how he got the teeth as he flipped through his keys -jesus christ he had a lot of keys, it was like he was some kind of storage unit janitor or something- “...they usually burst back into flames when you kill them, but I wanted those teeth, so I-” The door opened, “-well I had to…What are you doing up?”

Jeremy stopped in the doorway, but Michael could easily see over him to where another man as sat on a couch with a book in hand. He can only hope this other guy is a roommate and for the love of god please don’t let him be this guy’s-

“Hun, who’s your friend?”

Boyfriend. Well now Michael’s never going to get laid. Thanks life, really fair hand you’re dealing him here.

“Oh, this is Michael. He saw me ice that vampire at the bar.” Jeremy explains, shutting the door behind him as it dawns on Michael that either Jeremy is really good at keeping it cool or he wasn’t planning on sneaking around behind his boyfriend’s back. So either this guy is a fucking idiot or him and his boyfriend aren’t exclusive. Michael doesn’t know if he’d be alright with that or not.

“Why’s he here?” The Boyfriend asks over his book.

Jeremy ‘um’s a little, “Well he wanted to see the necklace I got from that time we got rid of that cult-  The hellhound one.”

This Boyfriend puts his book down and he’s got these little reading glasses on and all of his hair held up in this messy bun. These two truly look like Michael’s fantasy threesome. He can say for sure right now that if they offered? He’d have his pants off before they’d even blinked.

God he’s so fucking lonely.

“He came all this way to see a necklace?” The boyfriend says, and he seems to get it. Like he hears how it sounds, because to anyone it sounds like Jeremy invited him over to fuck. “Is it just for the necklace or did you forget to text me?”

Jeremy goes beet red and Michael doesn’t really know what that means but he’s kind of stuck inside because Jeremy’s blocking the doorway. Fuck man He just wants to leave now. Well, yeah he wants to have a threesome, but if that’s off the table then really he just wants to leave.

Jeremy sputters, “I-uh-no!” Jeremy coughs, “No, really I just invited him to see the teeth. Proof! Because I was telling him about… vampires and things.”

“Well, if he’s here because of… uh… well I’m not really up for tonight. Bring him around Saturday maybe?”If only Jeremy had introduced his boyfriend then Michael wouldn’t have to just think of him is The Boyfriend. Also it’s starting to sound more and more like something was going on. Either they’re both murderers and Michael shouldn’t have come here or The Boyfriend thinks he’s here for a threesome. Well that’s two of three on the same page it seems at least.

“No!” Jeremy glances from Michael to his Boyfriend, “I, uh, Well if he wants to… but I swear! I swear to God I didn’t invite him for uh…”

“Well, he can see the necklace if he comes back on Saturday,” The Boyfriend says, getting up, “But I’m going to bed and you better be coming with me. You really need to tell me if you’re going to bring strange men here, whether you’re planning on having sex with them or not.”

Jeremy looks between them guiltily. Welp with is just great.

He takes an Uber home with a new number in his phone and the promise of a threesome on saturday apparently.

This has been a very weird night. Michael doesn’t even know if he wants to go, sure they’re both super hot and it’d be a good time but he should just delete Jeremy’s number right? Go back to doing nothing and forgetting Vampires are a thing.

Because honestly who wants to deal with that.

--

Michael looks at the text Jeremy sent him yesterday for about the fifty thousandth time. He’s still got this internal debate about what he’s going to do. It’s a struggle between how lonely and horny he is constantly and how much he’s decided that vampires and Hellhounds don’t actually exist. The bartender could have slipped something in his drink! Or Jeremy could have actually just killed a real life woman and he’s a fucking idiot for going to his fucking house rather than calling the cops. The problem is, it seems, that he can’t reconcile between his peace of mind and his peace of dick.

Why is his life so hard.

Buffy-> sorry about last night. i was a little drunk i guess. didnt eat yknow?

Buffy-> this is awkward and weird but i thought i should explain

Buffy-> it’s cool if you’re not into this just block me i guess? but me and Ryan have been talking about having a threesome for a while and he thought i had brought you over because of that which i swear was not what i was planning on

Buffy-> but uhhhh if youre down we’re down i guess

The lights in the house flicker on all around him. Electricity restored and Michael’s work here is done. His mind is on the texts and how to respond, they’ve been on his mind since he’d gotten them. Hell, Jeremy’s been on his mind since before that. There’s nothing in his life that matters enough to take his mind off of it. Nothing’s interesting or fun enough to occupy him with any other thought than if he should respond or delete.

Michael sits in his car just staring at his phone. He’s got nowhere to be and nothing to do until his boss calls him with somewhere to be. Otherwise he has all the time in the world just to stare at his phone while the angel and devil on his shoulder argue.

Trouble is he doesn’t know which one’s which really. They’re both more like two assholes who don’t know jack from shit.

The phone starts buzzing in his hand and his heart skips like fifteen beats thinking that it’s Jeremy. But it’s not. The screen reads ‘BossMan69 calling…’ and Michael doesn’t know if he’s sighing from disappointment or relief. Really it depends on what way he’s leaning in his internal struggle.

“Yeh?” He answers, pulling his feet from the dash. Time to get this show on the road, earn that bunce he needs to afford his five basic needs: food, shelter, water, video games, companionship. Or, well, four out of five isn’t that bad really.

Predictably his boss doesn’t call to tell him he has the day off, or a raise, or anything besides just where and what is needed and to confirm that even though he didn’t come back and he didn’t text that he fixed the wiring in that old couples house and he can move on to installing some switches in someone else's place. Predictably he gets there later than his gps tells him he should because he spent at least ten minutes staring at Jeremy’s texts and wishing he hadn’t quit smoking. It’s to the point where if he saw someone pass by with a cigarette he might just leap out of his car and wrestle them for it. He doesn’t because it’s Austin and smoking is almost illegal here but he would have. Let it be noted that Michael would have done it. He fucking swears on the big man himself.

When he gets to the house Michael looks from the gps address- screen screaming out how he has arrived at his destination- to the house. It’s the only house it could be and fuck if he would just need to install switches. Michael would be fucking surprised if this place had light bulbs installed. It’s classic horror movie haunted old house, it’s even got the old dead leafless tree. Well, it might not be dead, it’s fall so there aren’t any leaves on any of the trees but that’s not the point. The point is there’s practically a lightning crash behind this house and Michael stares up at it. He doesn’t get freaked out easily and even here it’s more the fact that this place is old as shit that he’s bothered, but onto the property sends a shiver down his spine.

He grips his bag harder.

--

As it turns out the job is easier and harder than he thought it would be.

On one hand he actually didn’t need to install anything, so thank christ for that. On the other hand well, Michael isn’t much of a runner really.

Really the suspicion creeped in on him when he opened the door and was met with the most beautiful man he had ever seen. Like stunning, perfect skin and amazing eyes. Then he smiled with weird sharp teeth, oh and then he had Michael look over at something on the wall and while he was distracted the guy, uh what was it again? Oh right, he tried to fucking bite his neck.

Now he’s locked in the bathroom with a heart beating a million miles a fucking minute because he literally just decided that vampires don’t exist. He had just decided that and yet here’s this guy trying to fucking drink his blood, living in a straight up dracula-style weird old house.

Slow footsteps creep down the hall, obviously maximizing the scare factor because this guy wanted to be classic. Honestly it’s so cliche Michael almost doesn’t believe in vampires again. On the other hand the vampire dude starts running his claws against the wall and he sounds like he’s getting fucking close and Michael can guess how well a lock is gonna work against an actual creature of the night.

His phone buzzes again.

Shit!

Vampires have fucking super good senses right? As he immediately panics about how he’s going to actually die because his service provider needs to tell him right now that he’s almost out of data for the month. Michael whips out his phone to make it shut the fuck up because really what the hell else are you supposed to do in a vampires bathroom as ominously makes his way to kill you?

But it’s not TMobile. It’s Jeremy.

Buffy-> yeah this is weird you should just block me

The beautiful fucking son of a goddamn bitch vampire hunter. Michael knew that he was a stupid but honestly this is rock bottom. How did he forget that he has the number of a vampire fucking hunter?

You-> yo help??

You-> m at 33 rver garfen blvd

You->big creepy house can’t miss it

His phone buzzes back with Jeremy’s reply.

Buffy-> whatd u need????

You-> vamp help

Buffy-> shit man??? b thr sooon.

Buffy-> get a sharp stick

And with that sage advice in mind Michael can hear the wood on the door that is the only thing keeping him from becoming a bloodless corpse creaks. A dent begins to slowly form outward as the dude, with obviously inhuman strength, pushes his flat palm from one side of the door to the other. It’s fucking intimidating, yeah, but if this guy keeps up his whole slow pursuit thing that he seems to get off on he’s going to get fucking dead soon. Jeremy seems to know what he’s doing.

Michael hopes he does at least

The door splinters as it bends back farther and farther before the whole centre breaks away as a pale hand pushes its way through the door. He’s gonna have to call someone to come replace his door. Then he’s probably going to fucking murder them too. The long nails in the vampire’s hand scratch along the wood.

Searching for the fucking knob that’s going to pop the door open and then Michael’s going to die.

He’s so fucking scared he couldn’t even think of a good Shining joke.

Adrenaline doesn’t make things slow down like in the movies. Michael doesn’t get another five minutes to think of his next move, but it’s like his brain moves faster. Like when you close all other windows and suddenly your game moves a lot faster, his brain shuts off all the unnecessary windows of sexual frustration and disbelief and panic so the one and only function he needs can run at maximum speed; survival instinct time bitches.

The splintered section of wood from the door had slid across the tile floor. Sharp? Check. Wood? Check. Near him? Well nearer to him than to the vampire -whose hand found the door knob so now it really was split second.

No time to think.

Michael takes the leap and bends to grab it, but time doesn’t slow for him and the door clicks open as his hand grasps the splintery wood and he’s going to need tweezers soon. But the Vampire’s fangs are fully exposed, extended like a snake’s and Michael can see himself in third person perspective; bent double and clutching a piece of wood, overshadowed by a tall imposing figure poised to strike.

There’s only one thing he can do and that's back the fuck up. Back up and stand up. But this isn’t a turn based game, there’s no Michael backs up then Vampires makes his move. It’s simultaneous as the ever encroaching threat looms closer, jaw wide, and Michael backs up until his back hits cool, hard tile that he can feel a thousand times more through his cotton shirt than he should. The wood splinters more in his hand when he grips it harder. He’s fucked but the part of his brain that tells him exactly how fucked he is was shut in favor of recalling literally any action movies he’s ever seen.

Michael knows it’s kill or be killed right now and he aims to kill.

Or maim. He’s still not sure how comfortable he is killing someone. Or Something.

The vampire takes a step closer and Michael’s had his arms for quite a while. He’s pretty sure he knows how long they are. He takes the swing, pointy end slashing across his body. He catches the vampire’s hands, dragging sharp splinters into gouges into his palms. Fucking get wrecked.

The vampire recoils, surprised, and Michael knows that at least he’s going to be the most difficult meal this vamp’s had in awhile.

“Fucking take that!” He yells kicking out at the Vampire’s balls, which doesn’t seem to do much other than knock the vampire off balance. It doesn’t last long though because Michael is not a kung fu master and he’s not very fast. A tight grip wraps around his ankle as the vampire steadies himself on Michael’s fucking leg and now it’s Michael’s turn to be off balance. And off balance doesn’t really cover it when, with the strength of a fucking ox, his leg gets wrenched upward and he tumbles backward onto the tile floor.

His elbows take the brunt of the force as his leg is dropped so his head doesn’t split in half, but he still cracks it hard against the floor, seeing white and feeling a deep nausea in the farthest parts of his stomach. And there’s a thousand pound man laying on top of im all of a sudden. A man made of fucking pure marble with razor sharp teeth and it’s the fucking end of the line.

The vampire’s teeth brush against the junction of neck and shoulder.

Michael still has a grip on the splintered wood.

Fangs plunge into his skin and it hurts like fire and knives.

Michael uses all of his strength, his considerably lackluster amount of strength, to drive the wood into the vampire’s back.

It doesn’t quite make it all the way to his heart but it clearly hurts because suddenly he can breath and his wounds are bleeding onto his shirt and skin and not into some fuckers mouth.

A door bangs open downstairs. “Michael!” Jeremy.

The vampire twists around to the source of the noise and Michael isn’t one to let an opportunity like this pass him by. He knees him right in the side, twisting himself to punch at the fucker. Which is a bad idea. It’s like punching a brick wall.

“Michael!” Jeremy yells from much closer.

“Fuckin’ hurry!” Michael yells back before the vampire gets his hands around his neck, crushing his windpipe. He doesn’t even know why he bothers clawing at his hand, trying to do something.

Jeremy appears in the doorway. The vampire turns his head again and Michael kicks out again, catching his ribs. “Take that you undead fuck!” Jeremy’s eyes light up in the corner of Michael’s vision.

Michael needs to stop being this gay for like two seconds.

With a stake in hand Jeremy runs in and now it’s two on one and Michael kicks his foot out hard, aiming for the jaw. He doesn’t know if you can knock out a vampire but he sure as hell tries. Jeremy goes straight for the heart, plunging the stake into the vampire’s heart with enough force to push all the way through his back. Then again, the ear splitting vacuum cleaner death rattle as the vampire dissolves into dust.

“Jesus fucking christ!” Michael topples onto his back, gasping for breath, “Fuck this holy fuck.”

Jeremy grins back at him, breathing hard too, “Yeah.”

His hands are so bloodless they don’t feel like his own. Fuck, nothing feels real past his eyes. “And you do this everyday? You’re a fucking lunatic!”

That laugh, it’s warm and genuine and full of relief over saving someone he barely knows, tugs right at his heart. But Michael shuts that down real quick. No need to catch any kind of feelings ever. Feelings, quite frankly, can suck his fucking dick.

“I wouldn’t say that, but yeah.” Jeremy says, still laughing in his eyes. Beautiful brown eyes that Michael could fucking care less about.

Couldn’t.

Michael couldn’t care less about.

And there’s Jeremy’s hand on his shoulder, “But you’re okay?” and it leaves him gasping, for a moment.

“Uh- yeah. No.” Michael cuts himself off, wrenching down his shirt, “He uh-” It still hurts. Two pinpricks and every vampire movie, every zombie movie, flashes before his eyes. Is he gonna turn? Is Jeremy going to kill him? Can he live off chicken blood and work the night shift? “I-I got, uh, bit.”

Jeremy blinks, “Oh, I have some, uh, disinfectant in the car. Infections. And a bandage for the bleeding,” He says, making a move to help Michael up, “But otherwise?”

Okay, no fear of becoming a vampire apparently? “No.” That’s lucky, “So bites don’t make you turn? I mean movies probably aren’t the most accurate thing to go by here but-”

“No-” Jeremy laughs like understands Michael’s hesitance. Like he’s been there. “No, it’s more, um, you have to drink vampire blood. That’s how you turn.” He pulls down his own collar, “I’ve been bitten -fuck- fifteen times?” Sure enough, his neck is littered with small white pin pricks. “It’s not really a big deal. It hurts like hell but otherwise.”

“Right.” Michael says, using Jeremy to finally get on his feet. “Right.”

Right, right.

When his wounds are dressed and his questions are answered the car is quiet. It’s a lot to take in. True it was a lot to take in before, but now it’s like it’s settled in his head.

Vampires are real.

Vampires are real and he has a crush on buffy thinks Jeremy is kind of attractive and will leave it at that because he really doesn’t want to get involved in this vampire nonsense.

Except that’s the most exciting thing he’s done in his whole life. That’s the first thing in years to get his heart to beat faster than a destiny raid It’s the first time he’s actually been in real danger and all of a sudden extreme sports make sense. He wants to fucking go bungee jumping.

“How long,” He edges into the silence carefully, “Uh, how long have you been hunting vampires?”

It gets harder and harder to lie to himself every time Jeremy laughs. “I didn’t believe any of it even after finding Ryan’s books. He was… really into supernatural stuff. I just thought he was into fairytales and shit but I got attacked by a fucking little goblin thing and I believed all of it since then.” He explains, “But my, uh, first vampire was maybe three years ago and it was just some dumbass who’d been sleeping for too long to know any modern technology, so it wasn’t hard.”

There’s one important thing Michael caught in all that and it’s unfortunate but, “So how long have you and Ryan been dating?”

“Uh,” Pausing to think is not a great sign for Michael. A threesome is one thing but Michael sincerely doubts he fucks good enough to get Jeremy to leave a long term relationship, “Five years? Five and a half. Learned about the supernatural stuff maybe four years ago? Got engaged eight months ago though. I know that one.”

Oh, they’re engaged. That’s nice.

“Engaged?”

“Ha, don’t have a date or anything. Hard to do that shit you know?” Jeremy says. Michael agrees even though no, he doesn’t know.

The car stops in front of Jeremy’s house again. Maybe Michael can worm his way to be a permanant fuck buddy? Or they could be one of those weird throuple things you see on buzzfeed? But he’s getting ahead of himself. He’s getting way ahead of himself. He just thinks Jeremy’s hot, no need to get into any weird three person relationships quite yet. He doesn’t even know how that would work. Ryan gets Jeremy monday wednesday friday and Michael has him tuesday thursday saturday? Do they alternate sundays?

“Babe! I’m home!” Jeremy announces into the house.

“I didn’t know you had gone!” Ryan yells back as Michael follows timidly behind. He doesn’t know why he’s here.

“I went to go help Michael with a vampire situation.” Jeremy calls, taking off his shoes in the entrance. Michael quickly follows perhaps a little too quickly. He hopes Jeremy didn’t see that. He’d think Michael was some kind of idiot, almost falling trying to pull off sneakers like a fucking idiot.

And again Michael’s reminded how incredible Jeremy is. Ryan walks in, drying his hands on a tea towel, as handsome and tall as ever. “Michael?”

Ouch.

“Uh, Michael.” Jeremy presents him with a nervous hand like he’s something to be embarrassed about. He is, but he doesn’t like being treated like it. That’s just fucking rude. “Michael? From, uh, yesterday?”

Ryan looks him up and down. He’s starting to feel really exposed and uncomfortable under the judgmental gaze of this apparent supernatural expert when Ryan finally smiles. He’s got pretty teeth and a smile like he’s never seen any suffering. He’s a good liar, Michael can tell. “Right! Michael.”

It’s thursday. A day of confusion and a day of awkward meetings and realizations. Thursday’s always that kind of day, a day where a lot’s happening. This thursday Ryan smiles at him, and Jeremy’s by his side and his heart fills with warmth and Michael knows in that moment that he needs to get laid more than anything in the world because he’s barely known these two a day and he thinks he might be a little in love. “H-hi.”

“Do you wanna-” Ryan winds the tea towel around his wrist “-I made enough dinner for left overs if you want to join us?”

“Um, yeah. Sure.” He says. Honestly he had no other choice.

--

They bring it up first. At dinner. Jeremy and Ryan have this whole cutesy couple thing going on that makes Michael’s stomach hurt but they have this whole thing where they look at him and they hold hands and it’s like they’re going to offer him the best deal he could ever accept.

“So…” It begins after comfortable conversation peters out to comfortable silence over mashed potatoes and chicken legs. “You actually did really good.”

“Hmm?” Michael asks with his mouth full.

“Handling the vampire,” Jeremy clarifies, “You did good.”

“Mmm.” Michael agrees verbally but not mentally. He knows he would be a fucking raisin if Jeremy hadn’t been there to help him. He swallows his potatoes, “Thanks, but I would have been toast without you there!” Thank fuck he ran into Jeremy at that bar.

“Ha, well you handled yourself pretty well,” Jeremy assures and the look he gives Ryan kicks Michael right in the chest. “You’d be welcome to join sometime.”

Join? Join what? “Er-”

Ryan cuts in, “He means that -well- when we meet people and we show them vampires and supernatural shit is real they sometimes want to… help out?” Oh. They want to bring him into their vampire hunting squad.

“That’s-maybe.” It’s an interesting idea. But he has a job and he values his life. Michael stares at his potatoes. Who’s he kidding. He doesn’t value his life he’s fucking bored at home all the time.

He wants to be fucking Buffy for a change.

“Maybe,” he says, “Uh maybe I can help out? One time. See how it is…” Like a fucking vampire hunter internship program. Like he’s fucking auditing a class or some shit.

Jeremy and Ryan look at each other and then back to him, “Sure.”

--

At five his shift ends and plugs Jeremy’s address into his phone. It’s so fucking surreal still, even after hanging around with them last night talking about exactly what he’d be doing. He feels like he should prepare, mentally or physically or something, but his head’s just empty because he just can’t understand what’s going on.

He’s going to go help two gorgeous guys hunt vampires.

He wonders if this means the orgy’s off.

Michael pulls up into the driveway. Does his heart exist? Or is it beating so fast he can’t feel it? It’s just weird to think that he’s going from just a normal job to actual supernatural shit. He knocks on the door and just kinda stands there, rocking on the balls of his feet. Nerves.

It’s Ryan who opens the door, smile on face, “Michael! You made it.”

“Yep,” He says because there’s nothing else to say and saying nothing is even worse.

“Come in,” Ryan says, making room for him to shuffle in. He takes off his shoes; he knows the drill.

“So what are we doin’?” He’s already buzzing. Fae? Sea monsters? It’s been all he could think about and he’s been doing research. Well if looking up mythical creatures on wikipedia at four in the morning counts as research.

“I’m making hot cocoa babe!” Jeremy calls from the kitchen, “Ask Michael if he wants some!”

Well it doesn’t seem like anything particularly exciting is actually going on then. The buzzing in his chest slows.

“You’re not going to make me any?” Ryan asks as they both cross into the kitchen.

Jeremy clutches his chest in mock offence, “You think that I don’t already know you want some!” He smiles at Michael who is very gay, “So do you want any?”

“Uh,” It’s gonna make him gassy and he likes both these people, “Nah.”

Jeremy shrugs at him, “Suit yourself.” Like he’s doing this for himself, he’s thinking of them on this one. If it was up to him he’d be chugging hot chocolate six ways from sunday. Fucking lactose goddamn intolerance.

“So uh,” the room had settled into a comfortable silence and no one had answered his question, “What are we doing?”

Ryan pauses blowing on his drink, “Well this is your first official go, so we’re gonna go slow.”

“Like faeries or some bullshit?” He could fuck up a faery. He could wreck a fucking faery.

Jeremy and Ryan laugh.“Oh god no,” Ryan says, “Faeries are probably the most dangerous.”

Note to self: you cannot just fuck up a faery.

“Yeah, no there’s a gnome that’s tearing up some golf courses,” Jeremy explains, “Luckily everyone thinks it’s a mole.”

A gnome? Like a tiny garden decoration with a stupid smurf hat? “How do you know it’s a gnome?” Because isn’t it more likely that it’s just a mole anyway?

“Well there’s… uh… signs.” Jeremy says unhelpfully. No shit.

Ryan cuts in, “Flags, clubs, balls and all sorts of things have been going missing and gnomes get pretty-” He gestures vaguely with his cup, “Enamoured with human things.”

“Okay…” It’s not the biggest indication. People lose things all the time but they’re the experts so Michael’s just going to trust them on this. It’s not like he has any idea about the signs a gnome is living in his pants let alone on a golf course. “Okay so, what? We lure the little guy out with some cool people things, snatch him up, and then what? Release him into the wild? Kill him?”

Jeremy smacks himself in the face, “Ah shit, Ryan! People things!”

There’s barely enough time for Ryan to get out a confused “Pe-” Before Jeremy jumps out of his chair.

“We’ve wasted so much time looking for what they eat, but-” He calls, already out of the room, “-can’t we just…”

Exchanging looks with Ryan is a weirdly bonding experience. Maybe because they’re both just so confused by what’s happening.

“We can set a trap with” Jeremy marches back into the room, big box in hand, “Old shit we don’t need!” He looks so proud of himself. Ryan looks less proud when he stands up to look at the contents of the box.

“No.” He says. Which fuck, he’s the expert. Or one of them. It sounded like a good idea to Michael. “We’re not using my computer parts!”

“But Ryan,” Jeremy whines, “You never use them.”

“I will!”

“When?!”

Oh shit. This turned into an argument too fast for Michael to handle. Normally he’d just leave but they’re both standing in the only door way. Maybe he could just climb out the window.

“Just admit you’re using this as an excuse to get rid of my shit!”

Michael pointedly looks away from the arguing couple. His friends? You don’t technically count as a booty call until you’ve slept with them, right?

“You always say you’re going to use them! When? When are you gonna use broken computer parts from the 1800s? I’ll tell you. Now!”

“You can’t just volunteer my things!”

This is uncomfortable. This is weird and Michael really shouldn’t be here for this.

“I just thought this would be a good way to lure the goblin. Sorry I solved our problem I guess.” Jeremy drops the box of computer parts a little harder than is probably good for them. “We can use my things then. I’ll go grab some old shit of mine I guess and we’ll use those to catch this fucker. They’ll probably be more interested in some action figures anyway.”

Honestly this might be one of the more uncomfortable situations Michael’s ever been in.

Ryan gasps, “You are not.”

“Oh yes I am, Ryan.” Jeremy says, glaring at his fiance.

Ryan stares, horrified and Michael starts to feel like maybe he’s missing some context on these action figures. “We’re so close to that full set, please-”

Jeremy sighs dramatically, hand on chest, “I know Ryan, but we need to get rid of those gnomes, and if you won’t let me use your useless garbage, well…”

There’s a long silence as Jeremy and Ryan glare at each other. Each daring the love of their life to crack. Is this normal couple shit? Michael hasn’t dated anyone for longer than two weeks since, well, high school.

“Fine.” Ryan says, “But only because I got you the last of the set for Christmas.”

Jeremy’s eyes light up, “You what!” then his face falls, “You bitch! I’ll ruin Christmas for you too then! Remember-”

Honestly, Michael might give anything for a hot boyfriend who spoils his Christmas presents.

--

It’s gnomes (which they caught and replaced with an actual mole in the dead of night, but not before Ryan’s whole collection of computer parts was ripped to shreds) then a dragon (it was tiny and starting small fires outside of town and Jeremy almost convinced Ryan to let him keep it before the thing set Ryan’s shoes on fire) and in what felt like no time he was out with Jeremy hunting dangerous vampires (Jeremy’s laugh makes Michael’s heart twist) and in the wilderness with Ryan, luring werewolves away from civilization (Ryan’s smile makes Michael dizzy and giddy).

He doesn’t even realize they’d missed saturday plans until Jeremy reminded him.

Lil J-> i kno we were gonna hang like two weeks back but if ur on for this monday we can make up for that

Which either means ‘time to make up for lost threesome’ or what it says on the bag. Hang, beers, scrabble. Only time will tell.

Not much time. Michael pulls up to the curb. He’s prepared for both scenarios, wearing his nice underwear and his tighter pair of pants, but nothing too overt. To someone that didn't know Michael only owned two unstained shirts he would  just look like a regular guy.

The sun’s on his face and he locks his car. Condoms? Check. Beer? Check.

He knocks on the door. Over analysing and over thinking everything. Jeremy brought up the missed booty call, meaning he’s probably going to get laid. But Ryan and Jeremy hadn’t seemed particularly interested in him so it was probably just a regular hang. But you don’t have to be interested in someone as a person to have sex with them, so-

“Hey Michael,” Jeremy smiles from the open door, “You brought beer! Nice. Come on in!”

Somewhat stiffly, Michael does just that and suddenly it’s easier. He’s been in this house before, he has beer and he knows where to put it. He’s friends with Jeremy and Ryan and what happens will happen. That doesn’t mean the anxiety tightening in his chest is gone, but it’s easier for him to say ‘fuck it’ and start heading to the kitchen, throwing back a quick, “Thanks for inviting me. I’m just gonna put the beer in your fridge.”

“I’m real glad you brought that. I knew I forgot something, we only have hard liquor.” Jeremy catches up behind him, diverging from Michael’s path to the fridge to instead kiss Ryan, “And you didn’t buy any last week either.”

“Well I don’t drink it, how am I supposed to remember to buy it?”

“So, uh, what did you guys want to do?” Michael asks.

Jeremy and Ryan exchange glances that could mean anything. Don't jump to conclusions. “We were thinking about watching a movie,” Jeremy’s got a lilt in his voice that might not mean that this movie is a ‘netflix and chill’ sort of situation, “But we can do whatever you want.

Michael is very consciously not getting his hopes up and his mouth, which feels farther from his brain than usual, says, “Uhh, yeah. Movie. Um.” Pull yourself together! “A-a movie sounds fun. What were you going to watch?”

Jeremy shrugs and Michael grabs his rising hopes and pulls them down like a helium balloon. Intuition can be a dumb fucking bitch sometimes. Best not to make an ass out of him or Jeremy.

“Well Jeremy’s never seen Pulp Fiction,” Ryan says, giving Jeremy an intense look.

“Oh right!” Jeremy says, “We were gonna watch Pulp Fiction.”

Jeremy and Ryan look at each other again. Doing that weird ‘we’ve been dating long enough to develop telepathy’ thing couples do.

“I’ll make popcorn, you get it set up.” Jeremy says as he apparently either wins or loses their telepathic negotiation.

Ryan nods and turns to Michael, “Do you want something to drink? We’ve got soda, water, and you brought beer.”

“Uh,” This situation is too stressful for him to stay completely sober, “I’ll have a beer.”

--

Michael hasn’t been able to pay attention to the movie and he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be. Jeremy seems enraptured by Uma Thurman’s performance, but he keeps creeping closer and closer to Michael. Maybe it’s subconscious? But why lean closer and closer to Michael rather than Ryan?

Jeremy’s hand brushes his thigh and Michael can feel every vibrating molecule in his body. He could feel a fly bat its wings across the room. He tries to pay attention to the movie.

“Milkshake.” Some character he doesn’t know the name of says. Jeremy’s hand is fully on his thigh now. This is happening isn’t it? His dick is starting to take some notice too. Jeremy’s hand is so close and he’s been alone a long, long time. He’s just so fucking hot.

“I’m gonna go get more popcorn.” Ryan leaves and Michael gives a little nod to his back for apparently no reason. Everything in his brain is going so slow. Someone on screen laughs. Jeremy’s thumb traces circles in his thigh and his heart is in his ears so loud you’d think it would deafen him but he can hear birds chirping in fucking Europe.

Ryan comes back without refilling the popcorn bowl. In fact, he has no bowl. And he sits next to Michael, so now he’s sandwiched between the two and they’re both leaning on him, hands on him. He’s breathing three times as hard as normal but who could blame him? Michael moves his own hands, slowly. One, then the other.

First he lets his left drift closer and closer to Jeremy’s and when their pinkies touch he feels like a middle schooler. This was going to happen and they all know it, why did it have to move so slowly and so carefully. Why did he have to plan eight moves ahead? This isn’t fucking chess. So he takes the leap because it’s been a long time coming and Jeremy is so fucking hot.

He grabs Jeremy’s face and leans in to catch his lips. To kiss him.

Jeremy makes a startled, ‘ah!’ and then his hands are both on Michael’s waist and his beard scratches Michael’s face as he kisses back. This is happening. Holy fucking shit, this is happening.

There are two pairs of hands on the hem of his shirt. Two pairs of lips kissing him, Jeremy’s lips in tandem with his own and Ryan’s on his neck, finding those places on his pulse that make him sigh and moan. It’s like being with one person with two heads and four lips. Maybe years of monogamy turn you into a single finely tuned instrument with sex. Getting that routine together and knowing each other so intimately and knowing exactly what does what to your partner and how long they can last.

Michael whines and maybe it’s because Ryan grazes his teeth just below his ear or if it’s the thought of becoming part of this routine, this shared machine.

Jeremy pulls away and Michel tries to follow, but then he feels his shirt coming off and the next step from making out comes back to him. His dick is straining on his jeans. Well, he doesn’t really need them anymore. Ryan and Jeremy seem to decide wordlessly to double team Michael’s body, trying to cover every inch in kisses which makes taking off his pants difficult, but he settles for unbuttoning them. God that’s so much better.

The sound of Michael's relief seems to be a cue for Ryan because no sooner had Michael groaned than Ryan wound his fingers in Michael’s hair and tilted his head back to kiss him softly. Following, lingering kisses - letting Michael set the pace. Well Michael wasn’t one for slow and sweet. Especially not when Jeremy’s hand starts to palm his cock.

“Mmm fuck,” Michael groans between kisses and Ryan chuckles and Michael can feel it vibrating through his chest. He pulls Ryan back by his collar, bringing him back to the fast and hard pace Michael had set to handle the anticipation as Jeremy settles between his thighs and starts to pull down his pants.

Ryan pulls back, fixing Michal with a hungry look, his devious little smirk burning it’s way into Michael’s mind. Jeremy licks a long stripe from base to head and Michael can’t help but gasp.

Michael pulls himself back to his senses because Ryan’s looking at him with such a smug, satisfied look, he can’t let him get away with it. He pops the button on the front of Ryan’s pants, which shuts his stupid face up. Jeremy seems to be doing his utmost to distract Michael from giving his fiance a handjob, which would be fair in any other situation, but now it’s just plain rude. Jeremy keeps doing this thing with his tongue that makes Michael just want to hold on to something for support, but instead Michael starts pumping at Ryan’s dick and Ryan just moans and leans his head on Michael’s shoulder. Not even trying to help Jeremy.

Which… Is actually super fucking hot. Ryan, who’s always in charge and who takes control in research, in planning. Ryan, just becoming pliant and whining with Michael’s hand on his dick.

And Jeremy starts groaning around Michael’s cock, and it doesn’t take a genius to know two plus two equals Jeremy is touching himself through his pants and the thought makes it hard not to just cum right then and there.

Everything is fucking magical and Michael can’t believe anything that’s happening.

--

Michael wakes up, overly warm from being squashed between two people all night, and in desperate need of a glass of water and a piss. He tries to sit up, but Jeremy just tightens his grip around Michael’s shoulders.

“Hmm, no…” Jeremy says vaguely, brow furrowing. Michael’s heart is so light he could be floating through the fucking ceiling. There aren’t words that exist in the world that can explain how much this can’t be a one night thing. How Michael knows he’s gotta be here every day, held down by Jeremy. How the steady breathing of Ryan right behind him can’t just be here today and not the next and the next.

As Jeremy said last night when he wasn’t sure if he should leave or not, this bed is definitely big enough for three people.

He’s still got the piss though, and fix his parched throat, so -much to sleeping Jeremy’s dismay- Michael extricates himself carefully and climbs over Ryan’s sleeping form.

From the doorway he smiles over at them, and the clock on the nightstand blares out ‘3:26 am’. The wee early hours of a Tuesday morning.

[shrinkingheather]

My First Month On Keto

Ok, so, I have officially finished my first month. Let me tell you, this wasn’t an easy month. I was just getting over the flu and a slew of illnesses that plagued me because my immune system was crap after the flu. After the first week, my husbands grandfather died. He was a good christian man and lived to be 98. He was ready to go be with the love of his life who had died 14 years (I think) prior. So, we had to travel almost 1,700 miles by car for the funeral. That meant truck stop foods and snacks. After starving the first day with what I could do keto, I decided I was taking the travel time off and get back to it when we got home. The night we got home was my daughter’s 15th birthday, so we finished it off with pizza and a rainbow cake (all from the store because it was 10 PM!). I got back on track the next morning. That being said, here is how month 1 (with a week off that I am not counting) went. Month 1: Week 1. Ok, so the eating wasn’t too bad. It took me a few days to really figure things out, and realize not everything was keto friendly, even if it seemed it was. I saw a post on FB the other day where someone said carbs are the cockroaches of Keto, they come out of no where and seem to be everywhere. WOW! Isn’t that the truth! My bologna that I love is full of them, so sad! Carbs are in cheese, cream, veggies... it’s nuts! I had started using My Fitness Pal as my food calculator since I had used it before, and quickly learned, it doesn’t track net carbs. In keto, you must count net carbs or you would eat nothing, you’d always be over carbs. Thanks to some great FB posts, I found Carb Manager. Ok, I love this app! And I make nothing for saying that, it’s just genuine truth. Once I got the food down, I ordered a ketone supplement. Now, I have high blood pressure, so, I was shocked when I checked out the nutrition information on them and found out sodium was in the thousands on most of them, like I literally could have died. Glad I checked! I did find a product called keto magic. This has been a God send for someone like me with high blood pressure. It’s just 180 mgs of sodium per serving, that is totally doable, and has electrolytes. The only down sides to it are 1. It only comes in fruit punch flavor... I am not a fan. It’s not horrible, but for me, it’s not a preferred flavor. It’s very sweet (even though it has no cane sugar). The other is the smell. I’m not going to lie, I am all about honesty, this stuff stinks in powder form. But I promise, once it’s mixed in the water (which is does so easily), the stink is gone. The herb they use in it to produce ketones instead of salt causes the smell. I will take the smell over sodium! Anywho..... I am glad I bought it, because a few days in, I got hit with the keto flu. Headaches, upset tummy most of the day (though I was lucky, I don’t throw up much even when sick... so there was none of that, just general queasiness), and leg cramps, oh they were daily. But the keto magic helped once I got it. It didn’t take it all away, but made it bearable, which I am grateful for. It’s just a part of starting keto, most people go through it, it’s your body adjusting to not having carbs for fuel, and it’s usually gone in a week. I also had the dreaded bowl dump syndrome for a few days. Anyone without a gallbladder already knows what this is. It is the sudden need to poop, and it’s never pleasant, it is like molten lava people. Just keeping it real. I’ve suffered with it for years since I lost my gallbladder if I eat too much fat. And of course, that means eating a high fat diet makes sense, right? HAHAHA. The good news is, it only lasted 3 days, it’s been ok since then, even without the gallbladder. Eating veggies is key! If you do keto... EAT VEGGIES, seriously, you will thank me when you aren’t backed up 3 weeks from Tuesday, or praying the molten lava will end, or wishing death to come, whichever happens first, lol. So, I didn’t have a HUGE loss like so many people do when starting keto. I am attributing that to the fact that I was already on a lower carb eating plan, and I didn’t have a lot of water to lose, which is what those big losses are, mostly water your body has been harboring. I lost 4 lbs the first week. not to bad, especially for me. As I said, I took a week off on week 2... so I started week 2 after that, so bloated that I looked very over due to  have a baby, it was nuts, but I had only gained a lb. Goes to show wheat affects me more than I realized. So, week 2 went better. Just a little keto flu the first day or two, nothing like the first week, and I think it’s only because I took the travel week off. But what that taught me was that cheating on the WOE (way of eating) makes me feel miserable. I lost about 2 lbs in week 2 (not including the one I gained back from traveling). and I discovered pinterest keto recipes. Trust me, you will be grateful for them later if you go that route. Week 3, I got stuck on weight, but my pants were getting more loose. Not much happened weight wise in week 3. The keto flu was gone, weight didn’t change, I just went about my normal life. The only big thing was, Jim (hubby) started seeing the changes and jumped on board with me, though he is doing dirty keto, I am strict keto. The best thing I started to see at this point was an improvement in my blood pressure. It went from being high all the time (even with my supplements), to being... NORMAL. I haven’t seen normal in like 5 years with my blood pressure, so this was great for me. I had run 150′s/90′s for a LONG time. Suddenly I am running 120′s/70′s! WooHoo! Week 4, Still stuck most of this week in weight. BUT, I dropped from my 3rd belt loop to my 4th belt loop. Like, I have not ever, EVER used the 4th loop in the 6-7 years I have owned this type of belt. So, that was exciting, something is happening there. And my blood pressure continues to normalize. I haven’t taken any supplements this week to see who it goes, so far so good (though today is Easter, and I attempted ham, we will see how that goes. If anything throws my BP out of whack, it’s ham!) And on my last day of week 4, I finally had another little drop in weight. I am down 7.5 lbs since starting a month ago, and 1.6 lbs from my first big scale goal! No pictures as of yet to compare, but as soon as I can get my daughter to take some, I will get those posted up to compare.

[melaninkpopimagines]

Save Me As Daddy

part: 1 2 

word count: 5.2k

warning: smut, language 

A/N: y’all this is so long lol. i hope you like it. Leave me comments!!!!

You ended up in South Korea to teach English. You'd been settled in for about a week when your fellow teachers decided to pull you out of your apartment. You and eight other teachers, dressed rather skimpily, took a train to Gangnam and club hoped.

That's when you hooked up with BTS’ Hoseok.

Even though you were drinking heavily flashes of the night ran through your head on Monday morning.

You sat at your desk barely able to concentrate on your work. All you could think about was how filthy he talked to you.

You weren't usually into the degrading stuff until Hoseok was inside you, telling you how dirty you were.

It was still like a dream. You didn't believe it was real until Tuesday night when he texted you.

Hobi(daddy?): Have you had dinner baby girl? ;)

You shifted in your chair staring down at the large pizza you were manning by yourself.

You cleaned your hands and picked up your phone.

You: not yet?

Hobi(daddy?): send me your address. I'll take you out.

You immediately texted him your address, tossed the pizza box in the fridge, and went to get dressed.

You didn't know how to dress. You decided dressing up would be better than dressing down.

By the time you showered and picked out an outfit Hoseok told you he'd be there in fifteen.

You pushed your hair up into a tight bun, carefully laying your edges in a simple design. Cocoa butter and body oil with shimmer had your skin glowing.

You slipped on black thigh high socks and picked out sexy red and black lace lingerie set. You put on a shirt dress that was white with spot print, flowy fabric, loose sleeves, and a bow at the neck. Your lips were a matte pink, and your eyes were smoky. You grabbed a pair of pearl earrings and a gold and black ring set.

By the time your outfit was complete Hoseok knocked on the door.

You ran, almost slipping in your socks, to answer it.

Hoseok was wearing a white pulp fiction tshirt, light blue ripped jeans, with a red belt, a yellow snapback, and white pumas.

He looked delicious, even though he was very casual.

Hoseok looked you up and down before stepping closer and placing his hands on your hips. He kissed your lips firmly; but not aggressively.

“You look absolutely amazing.” He winked at you.

You smiled and invited him. He strolled past you and made his way through to your living room.

You watched him look around the small room. It wasn't tiny; but big enough for you.

You grabbed him a drink and he sat down on the couch, making himself comfortable.

You slipped off to your bedroom to pick out shoes and do one final makeup check.

You were leaning over in your closet and it was like you could feel his gaze. You turned around Hoseok was

leaning against the wall watching you with a smirk.

“Are you ready?” He asked you, closing in the distance between you.

You gave him a cheerful nod, dangling your shoes at him. He followed you out, his hand on the small of your back.

He was a gentleman, he opened his car door for you, helped you in, helped you buckle up, and shut it for you. Driving he played soft music, his hand rested on your exposed thigh.

You smirked, deciding to tease him a bit, and get to know why he texted you.

“Do you usually hook up with random girls in the bathroom, Mr. Jung?” You asked him.

He smirked at you and said, “Do you usually hook up with celebrities in bathrooms Ms. y/n?”

He winked at you.

You giggled and shook your head at him. “Well can I ask why you decided to text me again? Isn’t that a little risky for your “image”?” You asked. He shrugged cutely scrunching his face. His hand gripped your thigh tighter.

“I’m not to worried about my image baby. So you shouldn’t worry about it either. If anything I can just deny it all” he laughed at his own joke. You shook your head. “Don’t worry. I won’t expose you. Especially after the food.” You have an innocent smile.

He laughed at you. “Not the amazing sex. But the food.”

You shrugged “amazing? Is that what you’d call it?” You teased. “Don’t make me stop this car and remind you just how amazing it was.” He squeezed your thigh.

You bit your lip. The threat was turning you on so much; but you declined saying you were only teasing.

You were at least gonna make it through dinner before you let him bend you over. Not to be mistaken; you were definitely gonna let him bend you over just not in his car.

You were going to let him, it was the plan; but Hoseok didn’t touch you. Not even after having a post dinner make out session that got very heated.

Hoseok gripped your ass, as you ground against him. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties in arousal. As you started unbuttoning your shirt and he stopped you.

“Oh no baby girl. Not tonight.”

You looked at him confused. “Hoseok why are you teasing?” You asked him, your lips pouting.

He smirked, he thought it was cute.

“I’m not teasing, we’re not doing anything tonight. That’s not what I brought you here for.” He said.

You stared at him confused as he motioned for you to sit on the couch. You carefully moved off his lap, sitting on the couch and watching him carefully. He placed his hand on your thigh.

“Are you worried you did something wrong?” He asked, gently rubbing his hand back and forth on your thigh. You didn’t say anything; but he still chuckled. “Don’t worry. I just think we should talk about some things.”

“Like what?” You raised your eyebrow.

“You said you wanted to know why I contacted you again right?” He asked. He got up and disappeared into the kitchen. He soon resurfaced with two glasses and a bottle of wine under his arm. “Here have a drink” he offered. He sat the glasses down and carefully poured them both, his a little more full than yours.

A slight smirk across his face as he saw how enticed you were by him. He was well aware of how great he looked.

He didn’t even dress up and he looked like a meal, he was confident of that. He was just as enchanted by your beauty. He wanted your body from head to toe.

“I contacted you because I feel like I can trust you, ya know to make this a regular thing.” He stated. You bit your lip, thinking about it. “Nothing serious,” he added, “just casual sex. Seeing as you didn’t expose me for the club before.”

He was right. It never even crossed your mind to expose him (cuz what would you gain). You didn’t think he would ever contact you, and you certainly didn’t think it was even his real phone number.

Before you could respond, Hoseok laid you back and pinned you to the couch with a wink. His hands slowly making their way up your thighs and past the hem of your dress.

“What do you say?” He asked, gently kissing your neck. You whimpered softly, his kiss and touch was so intoxicating. You bit your lip, feeling him press against you, lightly grinding.

“Good girl.” He said against your skin, as he gently nibbled. You met his grinds carefully. “Hobi I-“ you started but he cut you off. “Daddy.” Hoseok corrected.

You giggled softly rolling your eyes. “Daddy….hooking up with you the first time was fun; but if you want more you should try wooing me a bit. I’m not gonna casually jump your bones just because you’re, you.” You said.

Hoseok sat up a bit, looking you in the eye. You kissed his lips, before sitting up and fixing your clothes. You winked at him. “Call me when you’re up for that.” You said.

Being honest with yourself you’d jump his bones right then and there; but you had to play hard to get. You made your way you of his house. By the time you got into a cab, you got a call from Hoseok. “What would wow you.” His voice seemed heavy and deep.

Hoseok has watched you leave, you denying him turned him on so much. He knew this was gonna be fun. So he decided to play your game; but he had his own games to play.

“Take me out on an actual date, where you wear more than just the tee you woke up in. That would be a start.” You said. You heard him chuckle on the other end. “So you noticed that much.” He said. “Of course I noticed. You dress better at airports.” You teased.

The other side was silent for a moment. “Deal. I’ll take you out next week.”

You smirked, “I’ll make sure to wear something sexy.” You cooed. A low chuckle came through the other end of the phone. “I’ll send you something nice, wear that for daddy okay.” He said.

“See you later.” You said, as the cab slowly came to a stop. “Goodnight baby girl.” He said.

“Goodnight Hoseok.” You said. He hitched his breath but didn’t say anything. You both just hung up. Only a day later a package arrived. A big box wrapped in a hold bow. You carefully unwrapped the packaging. There was a powder pink baby doll, a matching thong, and a new perfume, and covered in rose petals.

You picked it up out of the box, the rose petals falling to the floor. You went to your room and tried them on, starting in the mirror. Hoseok had picked something so pretty.

You smirked, grabbing your phone and taking a few “cute” pictures and sent them to Hoseok.

            You: Attachment: 1 image

           Daddy: fuck, are you really gonna make me wait until Friday?

You giggled lightly, as you put on your robe.

            You: I just wanted to show you that I got, and appreciate your gift.

You’d been teasing him, the past few days. More for your own benefit. You were actively losing your own game. Hoseok would FaceTime with you every night, working on the wooing, you had to use everything in your being to stop yourself from asking him to come over. Every night he’d call you, usually shirtless and glowing like a god. He’d flirt and tell you how sexy you looked (even though you were just wearing a t-shirt).

It was driving you wild, so you pushed back. You liked to drop pictures to remind him of the date to come.

               Daddy: can I bring you dinner tonight?

                               You: you’re always welcome. But you’re not getting in my panties any earlier.

                  Daddy: hahaha I’m almost outside with pizza and beer. So you should put some clothes on so I’m not tempted.

You quickly got up. You carefully took off the lingerie and placed them back in the box. You put on a pair of cute panties, sweat pants and a hoodie with no shirt or bra (because you might as well be comfortable).

As you got a pair of socks on, your doorbell rang. You quickly went to answer it. Hoseok stood there, in his pjs, holding a box of pizza, beer, and a bag of snacks. He came in and kissed your forehead.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He said as he walked past you. You followed him to the living room, after carefully shutting the door. “I’m starving. Thanks for bringing me food.” You smiled.

With a cheerful smile he sat down. “We can watch a movie right?” He asked.

You nodded slightly, disappearing into the room and grabbing a blanket and some pillows. You sat down right next him, wrapping yourself up. He opened up two beers and the pizza and started chowing down. You scrolled through Netflix and found a horror film, just to see him protest.

“Ya, you know I hate that stuff.” He said.

“Come On it’ll be fun, Hobi. ” you blinked innocently. Hoseok rolled his eyes and continued eating.

Most of the movie was spent with you cracking up over scared hoseok and covering his eyes on the really scary parts. After it finished you sat talking and drinking the remainers of the beers.

“Why did you come to korea,” he started, “isn't it really tough being here?”

“I love teaching.” you answered. Hoseok casually played with your fingers. “You’re relaxing to hang out with.” he admitted. You smiled softly, watching as the man gently kissed your hand.

You kissed his forehead. “I’m glad you feel comfortable around me.” you stated. Hoseok laid between you legs. You talked until early in the morning and fell asleep.you woke up the next day and he was gone. You noticed he had you wrapped up, and had cleaned up all the trash.

You read a message on your phone, from Hoseok.

           Daddy: Early morning practice. I’ll see you tomorrow for wooing

You laughed at sat your phone down. Getting ready for work, all you could think of was tomorrow. All day at work you could barely focus on your job.

“You seem really distracted today.” Your co-teacher, charlie, started as he handed you a mug of coffee. You smiled softly. “I have a date.” You said, trying not to give to much up.

He leaned in with interest. “So you like someone?” He raised an eyebrow. You giggled and covered your face.

“I don’t know if I like him; but he’s really cool, nice, funny, and sweet.” You said.

“Yeah that’s all nice but is he hot?” One of your other co-workers said as she sat down beside you and started eating her lunch. You nodded, “smoking. Never seen anyone as hot.”

They both oohed and awed. They pushed you for more information; but you quickly changed the subject. How could you tell them you were seeing Hoseok? It’s not even believable. You could still barely believe it. Like you’d wake up and find out you dreamed the whole damn thing.

When you got home you decided to treat yourself to a spa day, so your skin would glow the next day.

It started by running a bath, bubbles and a bath bomb. You lit candles and poured wine. You laid in the warm water and relaxed. It was so soothing. Honestly, you were so worried lately. The thought of Hoseok worried you. Like this was all too good to be true.

You tried to push it as far from your mind as possible. You sunk into the warmth of your water, and ordered some food, trying to find something kind of healthy.

(You chose to order veggie pizza and chicken).

You sipped your wine carefully playing with the bubbles.

You had only fallen asleep when you heard your doorbell. You looked at your phone. The tracker said your pizza wouldn’t arrive for at least 30 mins. You got out of the bath, wrapping your robe around you and tying it at your waist.

You peaked through the peep hole. You could only see a bit of a shoulder and bright red hair. You blinked a couple times. Who could this even be?

You grabbed an umbrella from your hall closet and carefully unlocked the door.

As you opened the door Hoseok, seemingly drunk, stumbled forward and fell into your arms. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you tightly.

You put down the umbrella and shook him trying to get his attention.

“Hoseok what are you doing here?” You asked holding on to him so he wouldn’t fall. He mumbled something about having drinks near here.

“Come On I’ll get you some water.” You said. You lead him to the living room and laid him on the couch. He held onto you, pulling you down with him.

With a serious face, he looked you deep in your eyes.

“Why’d you drink so much?” You asked him, a bit nervous under his gaze, “our date is tomorrow remember?”

He sighed (the smell of alcohol invading your space)

“I needed to stop thinking for a bit. ” He said, his words only slurred a bit.

“Thinking about what?” You asked, trying to sit up. He held you back and turned over cuddling you.

“You.” He admitted, carefully laying his head between your breasts.

You smiled softly, rubbing his back and intertwining your legs with his.

“Is thinking about me so bad you needed to get drunk?” You teased the drunk man.

He chuckled lightly. “I feel sorry towards you.” He confesssd.

“Why?” You said running your hands through his hair.

A moment passed before he said anything.

“You like me don’t you?” He said looking up at you.

You nodded with a bit of a shrug.

He put his head down again.

“Is that bad?”You asked.

He sighed once more. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me Hoseok?”

“Because I’m using you.” He said

“How are you using me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Again there was a long moment of silence. You thought he had fallen asleep, so you closed your eyes. You figured he was just drunk.

“At first I just wanted to hook up, in the club. I just broke up with my ex. I wanted to forget that. She left me because she said I worked too much,” he laughed, “I contacted you again; because I just wanted to be seen together a few times, so she could be jealous. Then you asked for the date and I took the offer on impulse.”

You froze up listening to his drunken confession. You didn’t say a word.  You listened to him ranting about how sorry he was towards you with out moving an inch. Before you knew it he had fallen asleep.

After a few minutes you slipped from under him and went your room.

He had hurt you.

You laid in bed. You didn’t remember falling asleep but you remembered waking up to the sound of Hoseok knocking on your door. You rolled over debating whether you should answer it or not. But you wanted an explanation for what he’d said.

You got up and cracked the door open. He looked at you with bright eyes, as you opened the door more.  

He kissed your forehead.

“Thanks for taking me in while I was drunk.” He beamed.

You nodded, looking up at him. You could feel the tears forming in your eyes. But you could tell he didn’t see them.

“If you get dressed we can spend the day together before our date.” He smiled

“Hoseok, don’t you remember what you said last night?” You asked

He tilted his head curiously as if to say no.

You shook your head, biting back tears. “You came all the way here last night to tell me you didn’t want to hurt me, then crushed me.” You said.

He looked worried. “Baby girl I’m sorry. What did I say to you?”

You pushed him towards the door. “Please leave. You should have been honest from the beginning. Find someone else to help you make your ex jealous.”

When you got him out you locked your door. You tuned out his knocking and went back to your bedroom. After a while the knocking stopped.

You sulked for a few days. You didn’t hurt as much because you liked him (you did like Hoseok a lot); more because you didn’t follow your gut. You thought over and over that him being interested in you was too good to be true. You still allowed yourself to like him.

Not in the way you admired him before. Actual feelings and you felt like a complete idiot.

    You locked up in your apartment sulking for two days. You forwarded his calls but that didn’t stop him. You didn’t text him back but he sent you one every hour, asking you to talk to him for just a moment. In two days you went through two bottles of wine. As you emptied the last bottle, you were feeling buzzed. You decided you didn’t want to stop there.

You grabbed your phone, rolling your eyes at the 50 messages from Hoseok.

You pulled up the group chat you were in with the other foreign teachers, you all lived in the same building. Three of the teachers that were from America. Sydney, from LA, she taught at the same school as you. Henry, he was from New York, he and Sydney had a major thing going on they thought no one knew about. Then there was Miguel, he was from DC. If you were being honest with yourself, he flirted with you  and you didn’t give him much thought, you were stuck on Hoseok.

Miguel was hot. Curly brown hair, thick lips, golden brown skin, tall, and with a great body. He was boring as hell; but you didn’t think about that, in your buzzed state. You just thought about how he could take Hoseok off your mind for one night.

You messaged the group chat. Telling you had pre-games and wanted to hit some clubs.

As soon as Sydney agreed so did Henry. After a few minutes Miguel said he was in with a wink. They agreed to meet at your house for shots in an hour.

You got up and cleaned up a bit. You took a quick shower, and rubbed your body oils and lotions on yourself. You let them marinate while you braided your hair back, in two big braids, and highlighted it with hair jewelry. It was cute and simple and only took a few minutes.

A Smokey eye and a bright red lip. The red highlighted your beautiful thick lips.

You slipped on a pair of fishnet tights, a pair of tight black shorts (that made your ass look bomb as fuck), a black silk/satin bodice, a leather jacket, Versace stiletto boots, round red tinted sunglasses, and a Gucci bag. Oh yeah. You came to kill. You were getting laid tonight.

By the time you finished getting dressed Sydney had let herself into your apartment.

“Wooo girl who are you trying to impress tonight.”she questioned.  You shrugged with a giggle, no one in particular.

You went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of vodka. You poured two shots and you both downed them.

“Wait wasn’t your date today? With the mystery boy that we hear coming into the building at 3 am?” Sydney teased.

You took another shot and shook your head. “Nah I don’t want to talk about him. He was a flop.” You chuckled.

She shook her head pouring two more shots. “Well girl has fun tonight.”

You both toasted your glasses and you leaned your head back swallowing it in one shot.

Before too long the boys entered together.

“Aye!! Y’all started without us??” Henry said coming into the house loudly.

You laughed, very drunkenly and stumbled to the cabinet and grabbed two more glasses and poured them drinks, spilling too much on your counter. You felt a hand on the small of your back as you poured out four.

Miguel took both shots and took his and yours. “Since you’re already pretty wasted I’ll just take these.” He winked and smiled.

You smiled turning around to him. Miguel towered over you.

You looked into his eyes and lifted the bottle up lips and drank. He chuckled lightly and leaned down to whisper into your ear.

“I’ve missed you lately.” His hands were on your hips.

You smirked lightly, and handed him the bottle.

You slipped past him, and took the hand of Sydney who was sitting on Henry’s lap. You pulled her off and headed for the door.

“Let’s go boys.” You giggled.

You got into the club and Miguel was all over you. He had separated you from the others who were heading to the bar for drinks. He pulled you to the dance floor.

In a haze you ground against him. Your ass grinding in slow whining on him to the fast music. His hands were on your hip, and his face was in your neck, kissing and nibbling, probably leaving a hickey.

Two songs passed and you two hadn’t separated.

You held a drink in your hands and you arched your back, throwing it back on him.

Before the song ended you felt yourself getting ripped away from him. You opened your eyes as you collided with a solid body, that was pulling you towards him.

You looked up to see Hoseok.

He looked down at you angrily, he held onto your arm tightly.

He didn’t say anything; but he was obviously angry.

You looked back at Miguel who was also angry. He pulled at your other arm, making you spill what was left of your drink all over him.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” Miguel yelled.

“I need to talk to her.” Hoseok said. You watched as Hoseok called two big men over. Miguel dropped your hand and backed away with his hands in the air. You scoffed. What a coward.

Hoseok pulled you along and of the club.

He pushed you into a car, even though you fought him the entire time.

“Let me out!” You screamed.

Hoseok was obviously drunk also, he wasn’t doing much to keep you back; but it was enough to keep you in the car.

You teared up. Who did he think he was?

“Hoseok let me out please! I don’t want to go anywhere with you. I don’t even want to talk to you!” You said

“Shhh let me at least take you home.” He said putting his hand on your cheek.

“Maybe I don’t want to go home!”  You yelled.

“You’re obviously drunk. Where you gonna fuck that guy? Were you even thinking??” He yelled back.

You cowered down a bit at his booming voice. “Maybe I was!” You said, your voice still oozing with anger.

He scoffed and grabbed the seat belt and buckled you up.

“You’re going home!” He said, in a tone you couldn’t argue with.

The driver started.

Before you got to your apartment you had fallen asleep.

You woke up to Hoseok carrying you into your building. When you got to your door, you carefully got down.

Having sobered up some you felt so embarrassed. You grabbed your key and walked in. Hosoek followed closely behind so you couldn’t lock him out.

You sat down at the door, taking off your shoes. “Thanks for the ride home.” You mumbled softly, getting up and stripping from your jacket. Hosoek didn’t say anything, he watched you as you headed for the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water.

You drank it all at once and sat down on the couch curled up.

Hoseok came and sat down beside you.

“Do you want to know why I was so upset by what I told you that I had to drink?” He asked. You leaned your head back. “Hoseok if you’re just gonna lie to me again save it. Go get some other girl’s pants and use her for your games.” You said.

“Shut up and listen for a minute.” He said, glaring at you.

You glared back.

“I was upset because I was supposed to not see you again after I got a few pictures. I was supposed to dump you and not look back.” He started.

“Wow thanks Hoseok, that really cleared things up.” You said.

He glared at you once more.

“Y/n. I can’t get over you that easily. In the short time we spent together I had already fallen.” He looked at you.

You shut your eyes as tears swelled up.

“Why didn’t you tell me the truth from the beginning? Why when I was I was allowing myself to like you?” You said choked up.

You felt his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away.

“Baby girl I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I just didn’t know how to say it.” He said.

He then pressed his lips firmly to your.

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, melting into the kiss.

“Hoseok, I like you so much, and you used me.” You mumbled against his lips.

He kissed you again, passionately. “Please give me one more chance.” He begged.

You didn’t answer him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.  

Hoseok positioned himself between your legs. His hands running gently up and down your thighs. His tongue exploring your mouth. You moaned softly into the kiss.

As you pulled away for air, you reached behind yourself and unzipped your top.

Hoseok bit his lip in response, not taking his eyes off you. When your top was off Hoseok carefully kissed you bare chest. His tongue swirled around one of your nipples  as he rolled the other between his fingertips, pulling and tugging lightly.

You moaned you, grinding against him, leaning your head back. Hosoek’s free hand worked on separating you from your shorts and tights. You lifted your hips, helping him to slide them right off your body.

He kissed down your body, and across your pantie line he licked. You bit your lip, rolling your hips up in response. Hoseok growled with approval, as he slid off the red lace.

He spread your legs, nibbling your thigh lightly. You moaned, reaching down and rubbing your clit slowly. Hosoek watched intently as you fingers slid between the lips of your pussy. You moaned, running your fingers through his hair as your other fingers slipped into yourself.

Hoseok watched you slowly finger yourself. Your juiced dripping off your fingers.

“Daddy fuck me please?” You moaned, practically begging for it.

Hoseok sat up, freeing himself from his pants and boxers.

He watched as your fingers moved faster, pumping in out of your hole. He stroked himself slowly.

You arched your back, whining and begging him to fuck you; but he only watched. You got louder as you neared your orgasm,him watching you as you fucked yourself was making you move your fingers faster.Your body shuttered. The waves washed over you.

As you rode out the high of your orgasm, Hoseok lifted your legs up, pushing them to your chest. Without warning he quickly thrusted his full length inside you.

You moaned out loudly, gripping his shoulders tightly as his body pressed against yours.

You arched, allowing him a better angle as he pounded into your pussy. Each thrust hit your g-spot with force.

You threw your head back. Hosoek held your legs to your chest, kissing you deeply but not letting up a bit.

His cock felt so good. It was like being high. Pure Euphoria.

You felt your was clenching around him. Your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you.

Hoseok followed soon after. He let your legs down.

Holding you, as your body shook from your orgasm. He placed gently kissed down your neck.

He wrapped his arms around you. Even though you were both sweaty and sticky you hugged him back.

After a few moments of silence, Hoseok kissed your forehead. “Thank you for a second chance.”

You nodded softly. “You lie to me like that again, I’m losing your number.” You both laughed.