#anyway. final joke of mine of the night (morning. i put it in the queue)

[mastersoftheair]

↳ inspired by @ww2yaoi's post

[shhh-no-ones-home]

to love and leave behind steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

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this is Steve x reader x Bucky following the events of endgame

prompt: She has a strong fondness for Bucky but she knew that was never gonna happen. So she agreed to go out with Steve when he asked. they had been dating for a while and then the snap happened. five years come and go and she knows its Steve's turn to find happiness. and who knows, maybe she and Bucky can too.

Also from a thought that captain America is pro-choice so themes of that and mentions of abortion and pregnancy

Song: miss you in a heartbeat by def Leppard

tag list: @cynic-spirit +++++++++

I stood next to Steve by one of the vans as Bruce set up the new time machine. It had taken a short bit to get everything in order again but Scott pitched in so that helped a lot. Now it was just the five of us; Bucky, Sam, Bruce, Steve, and me. And we were all anxiously waiting the outcome of today's events. To fix what was broke and to put back the stones. And as exciting as that was I still felt a heaviness on my heart about the conversation that had to happen. It was almost time. The other guys were standing around waiting for him.

"Hey Steve, I have to tell you something. Before you go."

I said softly, barely audible as I slumped my way out of the driver seat. He looked confused, brows drawn.

"Go?"

He asked and I sent him a look before rubbing my hand down my arm.

"I don't want it to change your mind though."

I managed, trying to avoid his gaze but desperately wanting to remember him like this.

"Okay?"

I took a deep breath, staring over his concern stricken face.

"I was doing my physical the other morning, right? and, uh... I'm pregnant."

His smile grew so wide as he stepped to me, hands at my elbows.

"What?! That's great!"

He was so enthusiastic. But I shook my head.

"I wanted you to know before I made my decision, but, I don't know if I can do this."

His face fell slowly.

"What do you mean?"

He knew exactly what I meant.

"I can't take care of a baby. Especially not without help."

He paused as realization struck him. He knew that I knew what was happening today.

"Plus i know it would tear you up inside. With you leaving and all."

He opened his mouth twice before speaking.

"Y/n i-"

"It's okay Steve. I'm not trying to stop you. In fact I want you to be happy. And I know that's not here. It never was."

He tightened his jaw.

"But terminating? I understand that it's completely your decision but you always talked about how hard it would be for you to even have kids and how much you wanted one when it came time."

I shook my head quickly.

"I can't keep it. It wouldn't be fair to either of us. Or it. No matter how much I want it."

"And thats your choice?"

He said a little defeated. He knew it didn't matter. No matter how excited I was when I found out or how much I was anticipating carrying through. But that was before I knew there was a possibility he could be with her again. And before I knew I'd be doing this alone. It took me two days to come to terms with the fact that he should know before he leaves. So here we were.

"we've been together for seven years Steve, I know you well enough to know you're leaving."

"I don't have to."

He said just above a whisper, his hands making their way to my hips.

"We both know that's a lie. From the moment we found out it would work we knew you were going. It's okay."

We both just stared at each other for a moment, trying not to cry. He knew I always hid my emotions well, something that took both of us a good time to learn and work around. But now I didn't know if I wanted to. The only thing I guess keeping me from crying, sobbing, holding him close again, was the want for him to finally be happy. Even if it broke me a little on the inside. But we both knew we were truly in love with different people.

"I do love you." he said softly.

"And I you. But this wasn't forever."

I moved his hands off my hips and held them in mine.

"I guess it never really was."

"No. more of a place holder until we could be where we really belong."

He looked down at them connected for a moment before looking back to my face.

"You gonna talk to him?"

I half shrugged.

"Maybe we could bond over losing you."

I joked, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Maybe you could learn from each other. He needs you just as much as you need him."

I sighed.

"Think he'll want it?"

I was almost serious but I doubted he would.

"The baby?"

He asked a little dumfounded and I snorted.

"Steven grant Rogers Jr?"

He laughed, shaking his head.

"He's getting better."

"So was I."

He sent me a look.

"You still are."

"I'll miss you Steve."

I admitted, him pulling me into a tight hug. And I finally let a tear slip.

"I'll miss you too y/n. I'll always keep you in my heart."

He whispered before pulling away, still holding me in his arms.

"Don't forget about me okay?"

I croaked out.

"How could I? You changed my life."

He offered a small smile.

"I love you Steve."

He leaned forward and kissed me gently, resting his forehead against mine afterwards.

"Take care of each other and everything will be alright."

°°°°°°°°°

He asked if I wanted to come over to be with them but I couldn't do it. I'd much rather sit here in the van with my own thoughts and emotions than any of them see me cry again. I could still see everyone and everything that was happening and I wasn't quite sure if that was worse or not. Bucky had his hands in his pockets, a sadness over him, and Sam had a very enthusiastic demeanor. But he didn't know. Not like we did. That hurt. Losing love always does.

I blinked out a few more tears as I got back out of the van, walking to the end of it and watching them intently. Steve was on the platform, shield and hammer in hand. He looked from them to me and I offered the smallest smile but it was better than nothing. I just hoped he knew exactly how much I did care for him and how okay I was with him going. After all, he deserved his happy ending. The man out of time.

When I heard Sam and Bruce arguing I figured that was my queue. It was one slow, shaky step after another to get to where they were. Then Bucky said something and all our attention made it's way to a figure sitting at the edge of the clearing. Without a second thought my hand was over my mouth and I tried my hardest to hold the sob threatening to spill from my lips. I looked to the sky and wiped the few tears away, taking a labored breath. I swallowed hard, shook my head, and kept on my mission. When I made it to Bucky he offered a broken smile, leaning into me as I slipped my arm into his. We were silent for a moment as we watched Sam talk to Steve. He looked like he had changed so much but also not at all. But he looked happy and that's what mattered. Even if it broke all of us.

"This isn't going to be easy."

I said just above a whisper and he nodded.

"What was it that he always said? We do this together?"

I half laughed, looking to the ground and kicking a stick lightly.

"Walk with me?

I asked, looking back to him and He nodded. It was fairly leisurely as we turned and passed Bruce, still flipping switches and turning the machine off. But there was a wracking at my brain as I held onto to Bucky for dear life. There was probably a million things to say but I knew what needed to be heard because it was the same thing on my mind.

"Ya know he didn't belong here. He never really did."

I looked up at him and he swallowed hard.

"That doesn't make it any easier."

I hummed softly.

"No it doesn't. What does though is knowing that he still believes in us, even if we don't believe in ourselves."

His pace got slower.

"I'm gonna miss him."

I swallowed hard.

"We all will. But you know just like I do that he had to leave. He found his purpose a long time ago and it wasn't here with us."

The tears were threatening again and he stopped.

"What about you?"

I looked over his stone cold features for a moment as he stared down at me. I ran my thumb over his arm lightly.

"I made peace with it. I've been in love with someone else for a while. since we met anyway. He knew that. And he knew that the people we were meant for weren't available. So we stayed together."

His head hung low.

"Oh. So you've found someone else already?"

He looked back to me with a different form of sadness behind his eyes.

"Bucky-"

"No it's okay, I'm glad you have. I guess everyone's moving on."

I shook my head.

"Buck I'm talking about you."

He deadpanned.

"You are?"

I nodded slowly, trying to choose my words carefully.

"I've known since the day we met. I was meant to be with you. Sometimes you just know, you feel it. But you weren't ready and that's okay."

We started walking again.

"But you and steve-"

"Had a mutual understanding to fill each other's needs until we could make it back to our own person. even if it was seven years of dating and living together and just carrying on. we were happy for the most part. like living with a friend."

i squeezed his arm.

"but ive known it was supposed to be you. And i know we've been working through things together, its brought us closer. and if you're ready I'd love to try this more than friends thing. But if not that's okay too. I've waited this long."

I let out a short laugh.

"I've been working so hard."

He said and I looked to him.

"as a young man there was nothing I wanted more than to settle down and start a family. But I don't want to hurt you. I still don't trust myself and you've held me enough nights to know the nightmares still linger."

I stopped him and stood in front of him so we were facing each other. I placed my hands firmly on his arms and he tensed. I looked intently between his eyes.

"Bucky you could never hurt me."

I said sternly.

"Who else has visited you and dealt with the nightmares since you've been here? Who else knows more about you than Steve? Who has voluntarily been your partner and your friend?"

He looked down a little ashamed as I kept going.

"Buck, I know with the snap it's been a while but that doesn't change how I feel. Relationships Are about growth and sacrifice."

He nodded slowly.

"Yeah I guess you're right. And I guess Part of me has been waiting for a long time to hear that from you."

I reached up and cupped his face, running my thumb over his check bone as he smiled down at me.

"So you wanna try this whole dating thing?"

"I'd love to. If you'll have me."

He said a little unsure. I swallowed hard as realization struck me. Well that or the nausea.

"Before we do this I do need to tell you something."

He looked a little concerned

"Okay?"

"It came up earlier and I don't want it to change how you feel about me or us because I'm still on the fence about my decision. But I'm pregnant."

He just stared at me for a long while, eyes wide.

"I didn't want it to be the deciding factor on Steve staying or not and I've been thinking about aborting it. I won't be able to do this on my own and it's not fair to dump this on you either-"

"Hey, no no no no no, I get it's your decision but if you want help. I can- I mean i may not be the best candidate but I've always wanted a family. And I'm not about to leave someone I care about behind because something like that came up. im still learning and finding myself again but if you want help... im more than happy to lend a hand."

I looked over this face again. He seemed serious.

"Are you sure? I don't want to push this on you when you're already so unsure about yourself. I was gonna make an appointment tomorrow-"

"No, don't even worry about it. Maybe this will be the push I need. I mean we've got mine months. I could be better by then. maybe not a lot but something is better than nothing. and like you said, when you know you know. We can be fully established by then, right?"

I smiled, his hands moving to my hips.

"With your pardon and starting over again in the real world yeah I think we can. If you don't mind taking care of a tiny Steve Rogers."

He laughed, cringing a little bit.

"Are we gonna tell them that?"

I laughed too and for once it felt like a weight off my shoulders.

"It's gonna be complicated because they obviously won't look like you but as far as I'm concerned this was a decision we make together, to be parents, so you'll still be their dad. If you want to be off course. Even if Steve is the one that made it."

He nodded, pulling me into a hug.

"Thank you for giving me a chance. I promise I won't mess this up."

I pulled away from him and kissed his cheek quickly.

"Bucky I love you. If you want to do this with me there is no way you could mess it up."

He smiled at me a genuine smile before kissing me gently. It was soft and caring and like a switch was flipped. When he pulled away he picked me up and I squealed, laughing as he buried his face in my neck.

"I love you too darlin'."

[glitterbootsharry]

Chapter One- Hocus Pocus

Disclaimer: I do not know much about witchcraft or anything associated with it besides the few tv shows and movies I have seen. If I have gotten anything wrong or mixed up, please feel free to let me know. I want to get as much right as I can as I have done some research, but I know I do not know a lot. 

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It’s a cliché, but a cliché nonetheless. My world changed at the blink of an eye- the opening of a café door. I go there every morning on my way to class; it’s the only one near campus that isn’t too terribly crowded. The one on campus is a nightmare on a good day, but on term week? You might as well hang out over night to get a decent spot in the queue. And yet, I never saw her there, her raven-like hair shining in the window, until today.

She sat in the corner table by the window with her nose stuck in a book. Her chocolate hair neatly curled in waves with a frizzy braided headband from her own hair lay atop her head. She was a host to an empty coffee cup that sits alone on the dark wood table. If I'm going to be honest, she made me queasy. Sick at the stomach. Her brown eyes scan each page quickly before she eventually grabs her pen and orange highlighter to encompass whatever Edgar was speaking to her at the moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off her- her olive tanned skin, her dark hair, her bright eyes. She was everything that beautiful could endure.

She sighs as she sips the last remanence of coffee, half of it spilling on her crisp white shirt. She hastily placed the cup down before pushing the book further up to her face.

I’m up next in line. I ask for a simple black coffee and a refill for the girl in the corner- the one whose bookmark is a rose. The counter girl looks at me strangely before pushing the few buttons to ring up my order. She flutters her eyes at me as I run my card through the reader and says it will be a few moments. I wait by the other end of the counter, closer to my mystery girl. The universe could come to a crashing end and she wouldn’t know with her head stuck so far into the book. From the corner of the paperback, I can see she’s chewing on the inside of her lip. Whatever story she’s reading, she’s there imagining the world lay about her. The counter girl walks past me and gently lays the black coffee in front of her with the small cup of creamer. She clears her throat making the book girl look up.

“I didn’t order this,” she says. Her voice is melodic to my ears. Her eyes scan the room when the counter girl says that I bought it for her. I stuff my hands in my navy pea coat before walking over to her. The counter girl says, “I put your amount of sugar in there already. Just needs creamer.” She smiles and nods her head at me, completely ignoring the girl at the table, before walking back to her station.

“Some light reading, I see? No one really reads Poe anymore,” I say, a smile growing on my face. I feel like an idiot. Without my hands leaving my pockets, I motion to the empty chair in front of her. “May I?”

She doesn’t say a word, only goes back to her reading. I take her silence as consent and wait for my coffee to arrive. She pours the entire contents of the creamer into the cup and swirls the white liquid until the coffee turns into the hazel color she prefers. “What’s your favorite story? Or poem?” My leg bounces under the table when she looks at me with a glare that could kill. “Mine’s The Raven. Poem would be Annabell Lee.”

She looks back at her book when my coffee arrives. I sip slowly, hoping this agony would end soon. I don’t want to walk away from her until she leaves. That would be quite rude. We sit in silence, she ever so seldom sipping on the coffee I bought her.

“Tale-Tell Heart and Alone,” she finally says, breaking the silence between us. She still has the book in her face, but I can see that she’s looking at me over the black binding.

“Ah, she speaks. Was beginning to wonder if you were mute or something,” I laugh slightly, but she does not. I feel my cheeks get hot as I clear my throat, sipping my coffee again. “For all that I have loved, I have loved alone.”

She makes a noise from her throat as the book slowly begins to lower. She has a black hoop hanging from her nose and earrings all up her ear. Small tattoos above both elbows and wrists. There is one behind her ear that creeps onto her neck. My guess is that she finally knows that I am not going anywhere until she does. I extend my hand across the table, hoping she would take it. She slowly extends her, watching the people around look at us. “Name’s Harry Styles.”

“Rowan Lloyd,” she whispers. She quickly takes her hand away after I shake it once. “You a student at the university?”

“Yeah,” I scoff as I rub the back of my neck, something I’ve always done when my anxiety is up. “English major. You?” She nods, not telling me what her field of study is. “Well, I want to be a writer. I’ve got a talent for it, but lack the skills I guess. That’s what my mum says. Anyways, is there a chance I could get your number? We could hang or-”

“I don’t do that,” she says, pushing her book into her book bag. She pulls out a set of car keys and sets them on the table.

“Can I ask why?” I’m watching her every movement, drinking her in. I don’t want to forget her.

“No, look I got to go. Thanks for the coffee, but don’t do it again, alright? You seem lovely, but it’s not you, it’s me.” With that, she walked out of the small coffee shop and got into a green car that had seen better days, driving away. She broke up with me before we even started.

“Don’t fret it,” a guy slides into Rowan’s seat. He must have been watching the catastrophe from afar. “She’s a weird one. Doesn’t get on with most students. Rumor has it, her family is nothing but devil worshippers and witches.” I snort, not believing such nonsense.

“Yeah right.”

****

I sit in the middle of the classroom- not too far back that I don’t pay attention, but not up front to where all eyes were on me. I like being in the middle, knowing I’m not vulnerable to such idiocies. Students are piling in, taking their seats, chatting away at their newfound friends when Rowan walks in, still wearing her coffee stained white shirt. She scans the room for an empty seat. I wave at her, but she ignores me. I know she saw me- the panic in her eyes tells me so. She finds a seat by the window that faces the small garden on the grounds. She pulls out her book and lays the rose on her desk when she begins to read, small tendrils of dark hair fall in her face.

The professor walks in, her heels clicking against the tile floor. She calls out attendance, and when she asks for Rowan, all she does is raise her hand, still reading Poe. She introduces herself as Doctor Murray.

“You have a paper due by the end of term on what you learned during our time together. I expect it to be no less than five pages,” Dr. Murray says with a handful of groans and panic following. “For now, I will be pairing two of you up to complete our first project. Shakespeare. Really dig deep into his words, you all. Read not just what’s on the paper, what he’s saying, but read between the lines, read the words he doesn’t speak. I would like a presentation on how the past has and will affect modern literature.” Dr. Murray calls out last names in pairs. I try to steady my heart, but every time I look over at Rowan, her nose is buried deeper into the book. It was the last two names that were paired together that made me nauseous. “Styles, Lloyd. You two will have The Tempest. Good luck.”

“Witch,” someone calls out from the back. A ball of paper is thrown at her, but misses greatly. “Perfect play for you, devil worshipper.”

“Williams, do we have a problem?” Dr. Murray asks, quirking her brow. Her eyes look over her half-rimmed spectacles to the young boy in the back corner. “If you have a problem, please take it up with them outside my class, not in.”

Dr. Murray clears her throat before dismissing us. “Be careful, Styles, you might come back as a toad,” the same voice talks down to me when I look up. It’s a man about my age and he’s still wearing a jacket from college.

“Haven’t got the slightest clue what you’re on, mate. Just doing a project is all,” I smile and push past him. I try to catch up to Rowan, but she’s descending down the stairs quickly as a group of students block me. It isn’t until we’re in the car park that I spot her again. “Rowan!” I run to catch up with her; she’s hunting for her keys next to her car. “Rowan, hey. I just want to say that I’m really excited about-”

“Come off it, will you?” She looks up at me with hurtful eyes. She’s nearly in tears and I don’t know what to say. Her car isn’t the same as I last saw it. “What do you want? Call me names? Want me to recite some spell you made up? What do you want?”

“N-Nothing, I just wanted to know when you wanted to get together,” I cup her elbow with my hand, “You alright?”

“I’ll be fine,” she sighs as she wipes the tears from her cheeks. She looks at the mess on her car. Someone had painted “Witch” on the back windshield in red paint before pulling toilet paper around the car. I sigh, setting my bag on the pavement before gathering the useless prank off Rowan’s car. I try my best to wipe up the paint so that she could see, but it’s partially already dried. “Thank you. I guess you’ll be needing my number after all.” I place my hand back on her elbow. She’s frozen with anger and sadness.

She gives me her number, her black nails hovering over the piece of paper.

“Why do they call you that? Witch?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.

“Just some teasing they do. I figured after college it would end, but it seems that London’s a massive gossip parasite. Who would have known?” Rowan rolls her eyes and shifts her book bag on her shoulder.

“Why? Witches aren’t real,” I smile trying to ease the joke in. Of course, it’s all a big joke, right? “A bunch of Hocus Pocus?”

“Yeah,” she says with a firmness. She looks up at me and smiles softly.

“So do you want to come over to my flat or I come over to yours?” I ask, bouncing on my heels. She looks at me with reddened eyes before speaking.

“I don’t live in the city. I take online classes except for this one- I couldn’t get it online. I live just out in the countryside- just inside Shere in Surrey. It’s a small village, quite cozy, really, with my grandmother so your place will have to do for now, I guess.” A sudden look of fear and panic crosses her eyes, “Shit I forgot my flower.”

“Your rose?” I ask, wanting to touch her hair. I’m conscious that my hand is still on her elbow. “I can go get it for you, if you want me to.” The module will be filling up again, but I am willing to dive into dumpsters for that rose.

“No, it’s fine. I have more at home.”

“At home? You grow roses?” I quiz, my heart exploding in its cavity as she smiles at me.

“Yeah, I grow them. Among other things. So, um, Harry it was nice to meet you or whatever, but I’ve got to go. I’ll start reading tonight.” She turns, my hold on her fades, and I stand back as she reverses. Her eyes find me in the rearview mirror, in between the dried paint, and I could have sworn she winked at me.

It was when she left that I realized she didn’t have my number.

“Shit.”

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@sunflwr-styles

[hutchhitched]

The Everlark Carols (Part 6, Oh, Holy Night!)

Happy December, Everlarkers! So sorry for the unintended hiatus. First, I forgot to move the posts from drafts to the queue, then Monday night’s two hour thing turned into almost five, then yesterday’s lunch plans turned into an all afternoon thing, and then my internet went out this morning. It’s been a comedy of errors. I’ll post the missing parts throughout the day. For those of you who read the first part, you might have noticed it’s a sequel to Blue, the story I wrote two years ago for @everlarkchristmasgifts​. Enjoy part 6!

The story page for The Everlark Carols is here.

 “So, how are you doing?” Gale asks, and I study the label on my beer.

 “I don’t like him being gone,” I admit and take a swig.

 He studies me for a bit and clinks his bottle to mine. “You’re absolutely miserable, aren’t you?”

 “Shut up.”

 I’d be madder if I wasn’t so sad. Peeta’s been gone four days, and it’s been absolute hell. He’s fine. His brother is recovering well, and it’s been a really good thing for my husband to be there bolstering a relationship with his siblings that hasn’t always been the greatest.

 “You know he’ll come home as soon as he can, Catnip. You’ve never been co-dependent before. What’s got you so upset this time?”

 Sighing, I roll my eyes and shrug. “I don’t know. Other than being scared to death…”

 Gale takes a drink and waits. He knows me so well, it’s terrifying. I think for the millionth time how thankful I am that my childhood best friend became family when he married my sister. They’re so much better suited than he and I ever were. It just took him a while to see beyond his teenage crush on me.

 “You know, I used to like you a lot better when you minded your own business,” I joke and empty my bottle. Swallowing slowly and deliberately, I try to figure out how to put my fear into words. “I guess I’m just nervous about losing everything I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Explain,” he orders and points at me.

 “Whyyyyyyyyyy? You should just be able to read my mind and not care about me saying the words.”

 “I should,” he says with a wicked grin, “but you know your sister is dying to find out all the gossip about your life. I can’t come home without a story.”

“You are a terrible person.”

 “That’s completely true. Now, spill it.”

 Sighing, I square my shoulders and attempt to get my thoughts in order. “You know I don’t always handle things so well—”

 “Noooooooooo….”

 I flip him the bird and continue. “I waited so long to be happy; to accept what was in front of me and finally acknowledge that I was holding myself back by not facing my frustrations and anger about everything. And now… Now, I’m disgustingly happy. My husband is amazing. I love him like crazy, and he, stupidly enough, loves me back. And you and Prim and the girls… I never thought I’d have all this.”

 “And?”

 “And… I’m terrified to lose it.”

 “Peeta’s not going anywhere, and neither are any of us Hawthornes,” he says fiercely. “You know that.”

 “Not intentionally, anyway,” I mumble, and realization shines in his eyes.

 “You’re worried about an accident.”

 I nod slowly and try to quell the blossom of pain in my chest. “I’m worried about an accident.”

 Gale doesn’t have much to say because we both know there’s nothing that can ease my fears. Instead, he gives me what I need—a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen, and bad jokes to make me laugh. By the time he drops me off at home, I feel better. I make myself a cup of cocoa and head to the back porch and watch patches of clouds move across the sliver of moon. Stars flicker in the night sky. It’s peaceful and beautiful and hushed. The night feels almost holy.

 I’m halfway through the hot chocolate before I realize I’m humming the song I sang at church on Christmas Eve two years ago when Peeta drove through snow and bad weather to hear me sing. He made it safely to me that night. He’ll do it again. I know he will.

 I send him a text I know he won’t read until the morning and head to bed. It feels remarkably empty without him lying next to me.

[seashelbytravel]

Grettings from the future:

Sunday June 9, 2019

Current location: Kho Lak, Thailand

Traveled from: Ranong, Thailand

Travel date: 6/8/19

From Koh Tao, we took a ferry boat back to the mainland. John joked about it being my opportunity to act out the scene from TITANIC. I regret not doing it.

This time we laid out on the upper most deck, on the ground right up front. No one cares in Thailand.

Our first and most loved/memorable experience was in a small beach down that I won’t name because some people don’t want the world to know about their home, and I respect that. I will write the full experience, but we bonded with a pizza shop owner, who taught me the basics of meditation in Thailand.

Being on the ferry was my first opportunity to practice what I learned. It felt so ....nice. Simplicity is best when describing meditation (prayer). You have to do it for yourself and let your experience just be yours.

Mine is almost always divine, if I can just listen to my breath, and not my mind. The mind (mine for sure) is like a wild toddler that will throw a tantrum once you tell it “I’m not going to pay you this attention, you’re screaming at me, but I do love you”.

The divinity that comes with peace of mind (even if it’s a few moments of thoughtlessness) is profound, and I’ve barely scratched the surface I think.

Off the ferry, we hopped on the back of a motor bike and were taken to the mini bus station.

Chumpon (the port city) is a little dicey. It was the first city where John and I encountered being treated like “stupid Americans” P.S I FULLY understand why all other countries think we are stupid. We have our heads so far up you know where, that we aren’t even truly concerned with world events, beliefs, etc. Even those of us who are concerned, like myself, aren’t given the full scope of what’s actually going on. A larger generalization, but unfortunately it’s true.

We took a mini bus to Ranong Thailand. It’s a beautiful little city tucked away in the mountains. John tells me they average 8 months of rainfall. When we pulled in, school was letting out, and man.... all those little kids were so cute, and sweet! There were a ton of food vendors waiting for them, and they all got their respective treats (fruit smoothies, ice pops, coke, you know.). It reminded me of getting out of school and being picked up with gummy life savers by my Mimi.

I miss her very much. Being here without distraction has opened me up to grieving grief I didn’t even know I had pint up. That’s the thing about grief. You can exercise the hell out of it, but it’s always there.

She never wanted me to cry, and I only cried three times when she finally passed this last summer.

Even sitting here now, I’m not crying. Grieving for her is warm and lovely. And a true “Wow, I miss you and your HUGS”. She gave the best ones.

There are blue (and other colored) butterflies all over the place in decoration here.

She loves butterflies and called little girls butterflies.

Anywho, we found a nice hotel and a place to do laundry (Hallelujah!). For real. When we pulled in, I was in day two clothing and reeeked. John’s pants were torn and he was also in multi day clothing. We. Were. Nasty.

Guess what? The couple who helped with our laundry even had A DRYER. We bought some clean clothes so we could wash the dirty. John got me a shirt that said “Sometimes the happy memories make us the saddest”. It was pink, and very fitting for me, and very sweet of him.

We showered, put on the clean clothes, and dropped off the dirty.

I went to journal out front and met a hilarious man from Indonesia. He is traveling by bike with his wife and his brother, across SE Asia. He pretty much convinced me to move to Indonesia without ever going.

John and his family joined at the same time (just about) and the conversation grew.

They love QUEEN so boom: instant bonding moment.

Upon learning that I am an actress and John a musician (both trained) the business ideas started flowing.

It’s funny, in American people scoff at you when you have an art degree. Here? It’s treasured and honorable.

He told me to make a movie for children in Indonesia. Where all the parts are played by kids.

I’ve been joting down ideas since.

We walked down for dinner and, wow is Ranong gorgeous. We ate at this hip little place. There was a sweet waiter working who literally asked his friend if he could take out table. They were so excited to be around Americans.

It’s funny, the same crappy American pop songs play at every “hip” place here.

I want to show them the good stuff.

Our food was delicious but reaaallly spicey for Shelby. Still delicious. But, I needed a soda water and a rest, so I went back to the hotel.

We went to sleep and woke up with the plan to go to the hot springs (Ranong is known for this).

We went to a spa. The sweet receptionist didn’t understand that John was trying to order us both the same thing (a traditional Thai massage, and herbal exfoliation) so, I get ushered into the women’s side, and he the men’s.

Long story short. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing and didn’t monopolize fully on the hot spring aspect of things.

This is a funny story, I’m laughing about this: Then, I ended up getting the herbal exfoliation, which was essentially a glorified rub down of all of my body except for my bottom private area. Did you catch that? My BOTTOM private area was the only spot not rubbed down by this sweet old Thai lady. Needless to say, I have the softest skin, but also, hello! Wasn’t expecting that one. But oh well I honestly didn’t care.

Then I thought “Yes! time for my massage”.

Nope.

I was done and waited in the lobby an additional hour, until I was so confused that I just asked the lady the timeline. She didn’t understand and led me up to a beautiful room where John was receiving the most awesome traditional Thai massage.

Lol.

Mine will come later. Although, I was a little disappointed to not get one there specifically.

He felt really bad, but I didn’t want him to. He had never received a massage before. Ever. What a perfect place for your first pamper experience.

He got me some grilled banana (Hi. I’m a little sick from this, this morning, err a little more than a little, but not enough to keep me in bed). I was chowing down, and John took one bite and made a face and threw them out. I felt weird about them too, but accepted the snack anyway.

Shoulda trusted my gut, because it’s mad at me now.

We ate Thai pizza, talked more about Anthony Bourdain, and hitched a ride the the bus station.

It’s crazy, you really have to watch your bags (even with them on your back) at all times. I now know how to scope out advantage takers.

I didn’t mention this before, but my debit card disappeared in Bangkok. And our hotel never called back when John inquired about it.

Thank God for technology because it ended up being a semi easy fix.

The bus trip was long and rough. Something like 5 hours for 70 miles.

We are here in Khotak. Finally on the coast and it’s pouring. I’m praying for sunshine 🌞 queue “Let the Sun Shine”.

But, like I said, I woke up and got sick in the middle of the night, and a little this morning. Currently drinking tea and eating toast. I’ll take some activated charcoal and I’ll be good.

I encourage you to Google Earth the places we are staying. Im obsessed with Google Earth. It’s one of my hobbies, if that qualifies.

All photos belong to John Philip Sessions.

Photographed: The ferry ride from Koh Tao Island

Love you guys, thanks for tuning in ♾

[taeyangdyb]

The Law par II

◇Jay’s views ◇

Jay: you really shouldn’t have done that. That was my favorite car, and more importantly, I really like this girl.

I honestly lost it seeing Lily bleeding on the floor I couldn’t help but feel like smashing his head on the floor, and for a split second, I lost it.

*Seconds later *

Lily: What are you doing? You’re already under investigation, if they caught you beating up someone, you’re gonna end up in jail. The police are going to be here any minutes

Jay: what about you?

Lily: I’m fine.

Jay: you’re bleeding

Lily: just leave don’t worry about me, I’m a cop I can take care of myself.

Jay: I’m not going to leave you bleeding again

Lily: why do you care if I bleed or not?

That’s something you’ll have to find out later.

Lily: how are you going to leave? Your car is trashed.

*sirens getting closer*

[[ MORE]]

Lily:*shivers* you really stubborn you know that.

Jay: that’s one thing we have in common, *puts his Jacket on her* besides this car is under my name, even if I run they’d still go look I for me.

Lily: if you stay here you go to jail, no difference

Jay: yes there is

Lily: what’s that?

Jay: you can bail me out *clicks his tongue*

Lily: what about the blood on your hand?

Jay: reflex…

Lily:…

When the cops finally showed up, Lily talked to them, even though things look good on my part, she on the other hand’s getting yelled at.

*20minutes later*

Jay: how’d it go?

Lily: well you’re free to go

Jay: what about you?

Lily: don’t worry about me, your cab is here.

Jay: aren’t you going to the hospital?

Lily: I’ll be fine

Jay: I’ll see you later?

Lily: Bye

Lily’s views

Getting home all I want to do is take a shower and go to sleep. Made my way straight to the bathroom and turn on the water. Every part of my body stings under the hot water.

After getting out of the shower, something feels off, like someone else is in the house. I don’t have any weapon, the only thing I can grab is an alcohol bottle and to my surprise, it’s that idiot.

Lily: what the hell are you doing here? Do you break into houses to?

Jay: Okay, first of all, put that bottle down, second, you left your bag in my car since it has meds and your ID I figured I should bring it to you.

Lily: you could’ve taken it to the station

Jay: not my favorite place.

Lily: thank you for my bag. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go patch myself.

It’s much harder than I expected, I can’t see my back, so it’s much harder.

Jay: need help?

Lily: *sigh* just the ones on my back I can figure the rest out.

Jay: Okay.

Like that he patched up everything.

Jay: you should take better care of yourself.

Lily: I’m not the problem, my blood seems to be spilling out whenever you’re around.

Jay: sorry about that

Lily: you should be

Jay:*smh* are you that mean to everyone?  is it the fact that you’re a cop? Or just naturally mean?

Lily: I’m naturally mean.

Jay: well that explains a lot

I am so done with today it’s already 12 AM with all the commotion that was going on.  as much want to kick him away, his hands are bruised and need a band-aid on his forehead.

Lily: thank you

Feeling sorry for him, I went in my drawer and get him a pair of matching of sweatpants

Lily: *hands him the clothes* here, you should freshen up and I will patch up your hands.

Jay: I don’t need to-

Lily: towels are in this closet *closes the door*

My body is killing I can’t even make anything to eat, I guess cereal it is…again.

Fifteen minutes later he got out of the bathroom.

*Jay’s views*

I have so many things to ask her, but no way she’ll answer me.

Lily: sit down, I’ll get the first aid kit.

*minutes later*

Lily: this will prevent it from leaving a scar

Jay: ow

Lily: It doesn’t hurt

Jay: is your boyfriend gonna be okay with me wearing his clothes?

Lily: let me see your hands?

Jay: *hold out is hands* no boyfriend?

Lily: you didn’t have to hit him hard, I don’t think this guy is going to be able to talk or eat properly for a while.

Jay: I don’t like people touching things that are mine.

Lily: I see

Jay: Look I know you might not want to talk about the case but-

Lily: you’re right I don’t *close the kit*

Jay: Okay, well how about we get to know each other, you know like friends.

Lily: you’re a thief I’m a cop, that’s all there is to know

Jay: how about we put out “professions” on the side, tell me about you.

Lily: I can’t talk on an empty stomach.

Jay: want me to make you something?

Lily: Can you even cook? And besides, it’s too late to eat anyway

Jay: it’s never too late to eat, just wait here.

I’m not the greatest cook, but I can make a good…..something. While making the food I overheard her on the phone. With it being almost 1 am it’s got to be.

After 45minutes I ended up with shrimp pasta.

Jay: dinner is served

Lily: dinner?

Jay: in this case early breakfast?

Lily: since we’re at it movie?

Jay: like a date?

Lily: keep flattering yourself

Jay: *lol* Hey I had to try

Judging by her queue, all she watches is solving crimes shows. There are so many things I want to ask, but I have too much going on. Maybe after the case is solved. I wonder if I can get a hint out of her?

She ate all her food and then fell asleep

*next morning*

Waking up I found a pillow and a blanket over me. So she has a heart after all.

Lily: good morning

Jay: morning, you’re already dressed?

Lily: uh.yes, I have somewhere I have to go.

Jay: so early?

Lily: yes, it’s  urgent

Jay: Oh, I see.

Lily: should I call a cab for you?

Jay: No, I can just get someone to pick me up

Lily: okay

*later*

Gray: you spent the night with her and you didn’t get anything out of her? Not a hint

Jay: the girl is already wounded

Gray: look it’s obvious that you have feelings for her we get it, but can we at least get to the bottom of this first?

Jay: I’m going to take a shower good shower cancel everything for the day.

Gray: about that, we got an invite to Dok2  dinner slash party slash peace offering tonight.

Jay: you think I’m going?

Gray: Yes, to find out if he had something to do with us being set up and the shootings.

Jay: we’ll see how I feel when I wake up.

After taking a nap, I’ve decided that I’m going to go. I got ready.

Getting there the vibe is just off

Simon: you know maybe you were right, it was a bad idea to come here.

Jay: really?

With everything that’s going on, we can’t afford to get in any further trouble.

Gray: there he comes

Dok2: hey I didn’t think you’d show up

Jay: well I had nothing better to do

Dok2: how’s your investigation going?

Jay: I don’t know, what about you?

Dok2: just here..enjoying life’s opportunities.

I wanna punch him so bad.

Dok2: if you guys don’t mind excuse me for a second, my VIP guess is here.

Lily?? What’s she doing here?

Gray: Isn’t this..?

Simon: what is she doing here?

Dok2: *walks back* guys meet my date for tonight Emy

Lily: hi

Even she herself shocks to see me here.

Dok2: I didn’t think you’d show up?

Lily: you didn’t really give me the option to say no

Dok2: well I can be very persistent when it comes to things I want.

Lily: *blushes*

Dok2: wait here I’ll go get you a drink

Lily: okay

Dok2: *walks away*

Lily: what the hell are you doing here?

Jay: I should be asking you that

Lily: I was invited

Jay: so was I

Lily: look you have to get out of here

Jay: because-

Dok2: I’m back

Lily: *take the drink from him*

Dok2: hey if you need anything just ask me, and I’ll make it happen

Lily: anything?

Dok2: yes

Lily: Well how about a tour of this place?

Dok2: my house?

Lily: Is that a problem?

Dok2: no, you might just end up in a room and not come out

Lily: that wouldn’t be a bad thing……. would it?

Dok2: *smile*

She’s flirting with him and I’m standing right here. Why would she care about how I feel anyways?

Simon: you alright man?

Jay: I’m good, look I’m gonna head out.

Gray: too hard to bare?

Jay: I have better things to do.

Making my way out of the place I see the two of them talking.

Dok2: leaving already?

Jay: Yeah, I have a meeting in the morning.

Dok2: you’re not the type of person to go to bed that early.

Jay:*smh* Nah I’ve had enough drinks good night man, it was nice meeting you  *reach his hands *

Lily: *shakes his hand and nodded *

Took me almost 3 hours to get home. Why am I thinking about her? I’m supposed to be worrying about who and why sets me up.

*hours later*

Can’t sleep, standing on the balcony a car pulled in my driveway. It’s like 2 am who would come to my house uninvited? I’m not expecting any females.

Going down to see it is. Certainly not who I was expecting.

Lily

Jay: Lily?? What are you doing here?

Beats me, I was supposed to drive home, somehow I ended up here.

Lily: I think I got lost coming from K’s house, but I’m sure I can find my way back from here. Drinking at this time?

Jay: can’t sleep

Lily: Well, I should probably head out.*going back in her car*

Jay: Hey- uh you wanna stay and have a drink with me?

Lily: no thanks

Jay: Hey, I’m not going to hurt you, it’s just a drink.

At this point, I feel awfully sorry for him because he just went to a party to celebrate him being set up without even knowing it. Pretty much the punch line of a joke. Even though I don’t know how I feel about him, right now I’m only feeling sorry for him

Lily: just one drink?

Jay: just one

*inside*

Jay: Are you feeling better?

Lily: I’m used to getting my ass beat

Jay: how come?

Lily: both my parents were are in the force, my mom left to be a doctor you’d think it’d be easy for me, nope I went to boot camp

Jay: Can I ask you a question?

Lily: what?

Jay: why were you at the party? Were you undercover?

Lily: both

Jay:??

Lily: I want to keep an eye on my partner who was actually undercover

Jay: so you went on a lookout for him?

Lily: yup

Jay: But you’re wounded, shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Lily: better me than him

Jay: why’s that?

Lily: long story

Jay: care to share?

Lily: not really

Jay: oh

Lily: you know I was expecting your house to be a bit more…occupied

Jay: With?

Lily: girls, parties, who knows what else?

Jay: I don’t like to bring things like that at my house.

Lily: what don’t you have female companies?

Jay: that’s why you have hotels, and besides I have another house, my club isn’t as small as you think.

Lily: why not here?

Jay: not bringing randoms females on my bed. Wait, Is that what you think?

Lily:*sips*

Jay: what gives you that impression?

Lily: never mind *sigh* I should be going

Jay: already?

Lily: yea

Jay: can’t you stay a bit longer?

Lily: this dress isn’t helping the wounds on my body

Jay: I can give you something to wear, and you can stay over, besides it’s not like you have work, you’re suspended.

Lily: All thanks to you

I can’t help but feel sorry for him.

Lily: what about you not bringing randoms females to your house?

Jay: that doesn’t apply to someone who’s all bruised up putting her life in danger for me multiple times. So yes? *hold out his hand*

Lily:*stares at him for a few seconds before taking his hand*

*minutes in his room*

Taking the dress off feels so much better.

Jay: should we check to see if you need new band-aids?

Lily: you don’t have to do that, I’ll do that when I get home.

Jay: why’d you wear that tight dress anyways?

Lily: beauty is pain

Jay: I don’t get you females

Lily: and you never will

*Jay’s views*

For once we had a conversation where she didn’t treat me like a criminal or a thief.

Lily: what are you putting on my back?

Jay: a cream so it wouldn’t leave scars

Lily: Ow it stings

Jay:*blows on her back* better?

Lily: mhm

Jay: how come you can handle being slammed into the wall, but you can’t take a sting?

Lily: it hurt

I guess she’s still a girl after all

Lily: so tell me something

Jay: what?

Lily: that girl Anna, how long have you guys been friends?

Jay: about 10 years

Lily: really?

Jay: Yeah. Look I know you’re not supposed to, but seriously I feel like I’m going crazy I just want to know who set me up?  Why?

Lily: so your question is?

Jay: do you guys have any ideas on who did it?

Lily: we do have a suspect and the person was in the same room with you earlier.

Jay: you kidding? Why didn’t you tell me that earlier?

Lily: let’s say I were to close an eye, you were outnumbered, just you and two friends? You think you’d survive?

So her heart isn’t as cold as it seems. But she was right, knowing who it is wouldn’t be good, especially since it’s someone from my crew.

Jay: so what am I supposed to do?

Lily: you’re asking me?

Jay: because if I take matters into my own hands

Lily: *stands up and crosses her arm* What? Uh, what are you going to do? Shoot everyone?

Jay:…

Lily: *sigh* look, just let the cop handle it okay. Obviously whoever take the money either put it in the bank under a different name or somewhere else.

Jay: you said that I got set up by someone from my crew, is it a man or a woman?

Lily: I can’t tell you that. Look I don’t want to talk about the case I’m off of it, it’s not my problem anymore.

Jay: Look I know that you probably can’t stand me, but I need your help on this.

Lily: help you with what? You need to go investigate whoever you’ve had issues with.

Jay: the only person I’ve had issues with on and off over the years is Dok2. He is certainly not going to just say “ oh yeah, I robbed the bank, and I’m setting you up to take the fall”

Lily: Well what do you want me to do?

Jay: Well you seem to be-

Lily: don’t even go there, I’m a DETECTIVE I’m not getting involved in this. That’s you and your crews’ job, which I’m highly Not recommended.

Jay: but-

Lily: you know what, maybe I should just go home.

Jay: okay I’m sorry. I just have so much going on, I’m going nuts. You can sleep here Imma go somewhere else

Lily: isn’t this your room?

Jay: don’t matter *slams the door*

*later in the morning*

I went up to apologize to Lily, but then, the bedroom is empty. Later I’m going to send a message to have a crew meeting tomorrow that includes everyone.

I’m here not knowing what to think I spent the whole day at home doing nothing. I’m going to that one place where I know I can have a little peace of mind.

*club*

My club is repairing, just gonna go local for now.

It doesn’t matter what day it is, it’s always packed. Sitting here not even knowing what to do, or think about besides drinking.

Dok2: ease up on the drinks

Jay: what do you want?

Dok2: just checking up on an old friend

Jay: checking? Old friend? D if I find out that you have anything to do with this I swear I will kill you.

Dok2: *laughs* kill me?

Jay: What are you doing here anyway?

Dok2: the same thing you’re here to do, except not alone

“Hey”

Please tell me it’s not who I think it is?

Dok2: Emy

Lily: sorry I’m late

Dok2: it’s alright. You remember Jay right?

Lily:*looks at him and nod* seems like all the bar stools are taken.

Dok2: Nah I got the VIP section reserved

Lily: shall we?

Dok2: sure

Lily: after you

Dok2: *takes her hands*

Well coming here was also a bad idea. Why does she hate me anyways? It’s not like I did anything to her. She seemed to hate me since we were at the resort.

*Lily’s Views

Dok2: you okay?

Lily: uh?

Dok2: you seem a bit distracted

Lily: sorry I just have a lot going on up here

Dok2: anything I can do?

Lily: Can you go back in time? Or erase memories?

Dok2: I dropped out of magic school freshmen year.

Lily: *bust out laughing*

Dok2: see I got you smiling

Lily: That was a good one, so tell me, what’s your deal? How come you’re not with anyone?

Dok2: I’m with you aren’t I?

Lily: you know what I mean.

Dok2: I don’t really have a love life, because of my work, I can’t have one either.

Lily: why’s that?

Dok2: it’s impossible

Lily: nothing’s impossible, what do you do for a living?

Dok2: I’d have to kill you after telling you

Lily: I see

Dok2 left to go talk to someone, not wanting to stay in the seat alone, I walked out the second floor looking down, I couldn’t help but feel horrible looking at Jay sitting down there, just drinking the night away.

I guess he felt someone’s looking at him, our eyes locked together I literally could not move an inch. For a minute the club gets silence and it’s just us.

Finally, he comes back saying he has to go.

Dok2: I’m really sorry about that, but something came up.

Lily: that’s okay

Dok2: it’s pouring outside, you want me to have someone drop you off?

Lily: No, I’ll be fine

Dok2: text me when you get home

Lily: I will.

Driving home I couldn’t help but to think about him, can he drive home? Why am I worried about him? I don’t care.

*at home*

I love when there are storms like these with lightning and thunder. After a nice shower and a glass of wine is the best way to go. I’ve never had such a good time being suspended.

I took a bath, pink baby doll nightgown. It feels unsettling because as much as this guy was drinking I wonder if he gets home okay. But why do I care? Why am I thinking about him?

That’s not going to work. Getting off of the bed, I thought a robe on, grab my keys, running to the elevator, pushing the button none stop.

As the elevator door open, there he is soaking wet, and here I am standing wearing a night gown barefoot. Standing there not knowing if I should approach him.

I’m not good at the whole showing emotion thing anymore, I don’t know how to comfort him.

Jay: hey

Lily: ..hi

Nothing  I could do but turn my heels walk back to my place.. not being able to tell him to follow me, I hope he does.

◇Jay’s views ◇

How do I get here? Why am I here? I have no clue, I was supposed to drive home. I’m ready here, I’m not just going to leave like that. Following her place.

The door is still open, as I was walking in, she was already waiting with a towel in her hand. Not sure if she’s scared of me, well I know for a fact that she’s not scared of me. She almost seems shaky.

Jay: *stands in front of her * were you going to look for me?

Lily:*starts to dry his hair*

Jay: you knew I was going to follow you in?

Lily: no…but I was hoping you would. I’ll go get you-

Jay:*hold her hands* Emily… I’m …

Lily: you what?

Jay:*let go of her hand* nothing

Lily: I’ll get you something to wear.

I have too many things to do to always end up in her house.

Jay: Are you sure your boyfriend is gonna be okay with me wearing his clothes?

Lily: Do you want to stay with the wet clothes on?

*30 Minutes later*

Getting out she’s sitting on the couch on the computer with files next to her.

Jay: working?

Lily: I’m trying to get this stupid case over with so I can go back to my vacation.

Jay: aren’t you suspended?

Lily: My partner isn’t *closes the laptop*

Jay: *sits next to her*  Can I ask you a question?

Lily: what?

Jay: Tell me something about yourself?

Lily: what?

Jay: you know, other than you’re a detective, and strongly dislike me.

Lily: There isn’t much to know

Jay: Do you have any friends? what do you do for fun?

Lily: I do have friends, I’m just at a point where I want to be alone and not looking forward to anyone’s company. My job is my number one priority right now.

Jay: what about a personal life? what’s going on between you and D?

Lily: I don’t have a personal life, well not anymore.

Jay: did something happened?

Lily: …

Jay: you guys broke up?

Lily: no

Jay: then what?

Lily: he died, in a shootout during a robbery

now I see why she doesn’t like me.

Jay: I’m sorry

Lily: I’m really sick of this word, the past three years all I’ve heard is I’m sorry, I’m sorry. *chuckles* I’m sorry won’t bring my fiance back.

I’m not really sure what to say.

Lily: That vacation was supposed to be our honeymoon trip *sigh* I’m hungry, you?

Jay: Uhm

Lily: don’t worry I won’t kill you, well not until the case is over. I’ll decide if I should put a bullet in your head or no.

Jay: *smile*

Lily: Tomorrow I have to go somewhere early-

Jay: don’t worry, I’ll be out before you know it.

Lily: okay

After we eat, she went to the room.

*next morning*

I called one of my guys to come get me before she even wakes up.

Getting home Anna’s leaving the house with a suitcase.

Jay: where are you going?

Anna: I’m going to relax for a few days, there’s been so much going on, the shooting at the club and police always coming here I need a break.

Jay: Shouldn’t I be the one taking the break? I mean, I’m the one being questioned all the time.

Anna: speaking of which, who is the female cop?

Jay: A detective on the case, Why?

Anna: can I have her number?

Jay: for What?

Anna: Well Simon told me how she saved your life multiple times and I want to  thank her

Jay: you don’t have to do that

Anna: come on what’s the worst that can happen? it’s just being grateful for helping us

I give her the number because I am really not in the mood for all of this. I’m just going to stay home and sleep all day, what more can I do since I have police following me all the times.

Lily’s Views

When I wake up, he had already left the house. I got dress and meet up with Lee.

Lee: sources said that she lives in this building, so we’re just going to wait until she comes out and follow her.

Lily: why not go in and talk to her now?

Lee: because it’s 7 AM, we don’t have a warrant, and you’re suspended.

Lily: you don’t need a warrant to ask questions we’re not going to search her place.

Lee: can you listen to me for a change?

Lily: *sigh* okay let’s wait.

*3hours later*

*Lily’s phone vibrate*

[10:15 ] Jay: Thanks for letting me in last night, your couch is almost as comfortable as my bed *sent a picture of him on his bed*

[10:13] Lily: you didn’t have to send a picture, the thank you is just fine.

[10:14] Jay: why not?  *sent a picture raising his brows*

[10:18] Lily: because it’s annoying? Haven’t you ever heard of emojis?

[10:19] Jay: yes, but I think pictures are better *send a winked picture*

[10:22] Lily: don’t you have anything better to do? Don’t you have to go out with your minions or something?

[10:23] Jay: I don’t have minions, I have people that work for me, and besides I have too much going on, so everyone at home with their families, girlfriends, side chicks and stuff.

[10:25] Lily: you almost sound like a human

[10:27] is that a compliment?  *send a smiling picture*

[10:30] Lily: no

[10:31] *send a pouting picture* speaking of minions, do you want to go see a movie with me?

[10:33] Lily: no

[10:34] Jay: why not?

[10:35] Lily: I don’t want to

This idiot annoys me for the next hour.

Lee: who are you texting?

Lily: no one important.

Lee: no one important been texting you for an hour

Lily: isn’t that her? Walking in with a suitcase?

Lee: so she was not home?

Lily: you know if we had gone up and knocked on her door, we probably would’ve known that she wasn’t there

Lee: shut up

Lily: I’m just saying, now can we go talk to her?

Making our way to her I got a phone call from the police saying they need me home right away.

Getting there my apartment was destroyed, from pictures, couch, my clothes, it’s like there was a tornado in there. On the wall was was Jay’s trademark the same one that was at the crime scenes, and a note saying I should stop working on the case.

Nothing survived, they destroyed everything. I’m so shocked I can’t even get one word out. Like who would do something like that?

After being questioned they take me to the station, Getting Jay was already interrogated, you can tell that he got dragged out of his house since all he has on is his sweatpants.

I walked in in my dad’s office he looks beyond pissed off. He looks at me before I can say anything is me tumbling down. I got slapped so hard I have a feeling that my ear will be ringing so hard all day.

To be honest, I don’t really know what happened the rest of the day after I got sent home, all I did was sit in the apartment or what used to be.

Looking around all my stuff are gone, no clothes, no pictures, nothing survived, besides a few stuff. I found Jay’s sweatshirt under a pile of junk.

I wonder what they’re doing to him over there? Is he out yet? I know the cell room is pretty cold, did they at least give him a shirt? With that being said I took the sweater and head to the station.

Thankfully my dad already left.

Lee: Hey what are you doing here?

Lily: where is he?

Lee: who? Jay?

Lily: yeah

Lee: they’re  about to interrogate him in a bit, they’re reviewing the video footage.

Lily: Okay, I’m gonna go see him for a bit.

Lee: Em-

Lily: just for a few minutes to give him this.

◇Jay’s views◇

Gray: What the hell happened?

Jay: I told you I was at home and the police dragged me out. I don’t even know why I’m here.

Talking to the guys I notice Emily walking I swear she looks like crap, but I’m sure she can tell me why I’m here.

Jay: Hey, Emily

Lily:*stares at him silently*

Jay: what’s going on?

Lily: Here *hands him the hoody he once lends her*  I figure you’d be cold in here.

Jay: why exactly am I in here?

Lily:*turns around and walk away*

Jay: EMILY!

A few seconds later her partner came and take to the interrogation room.

“Where were you this morning?”

Jay: before or after you guys dragged me out of my house?

“Just answer the question”

Jay: I was at home sleeping.

These people are questioning me as if I’m supposed to know is going on.

*Meanwhile outside the glass*

Lee: you think he did it?

Lily: no

Lee: No? What you mean no?

Lily: I think it’s a setup, well another one

Lee: why you say that?

Lily: he has nothing to do with either the robbery and that.

Lee: do you know something?

Lily: that time when I got called back for the case he and I were at the same Hotel. The day of the robbery he followed me to a tour in the jungle, and wherever that was there not really any signal for cell phones even if there were it would cut off anyways. You can check my drives for pictures.

Lee: what makes you think he didn’t order is people to do it, and use the vacation as an excuse for him to not be a suspect.

Jay: Would you leave something big like that with just your crews? They need a mastermind. The people he mostly close to Gray, Simon, Loco and a few more we’re all with him over there.

Lee: when exactly were you going to mention all of this?

Lily: it doesn’t matter?

Lee: IT DOES MATTER EMILY. *sigh* what about today, do you also know anything about it?

Lily:*hands him her phone on the text messages with Jay*

Lee:*going over the messages and the time stamps* If they break into your house while we were out this morning, and he was texting and sending you pictures for two hours with him being in his room that means he also has nothing to do with what happened either?

Lily: You’re a detective just as I am, figure it out

*back in the room*

*20minutes*

Lily’s came and talk to the officer for a few minutes outside and then he walks back in apologize and tell me I’m free to go.

That’s it? I spent the whole day in a cell and no one still won’t tell me what happened?

Gray: you out?

Jay: yea

Gray: what happened?

Jay: that’s what I’m going to figure out.

Gray: home?

Jay: no, take me to Emily’s.

I need at least one person to tell me what is going on.

I want to get to her house as fast as possible, but this rain is ruining the traffic.

Finally getting, we missed her just as the elevator door closes.

*a few minutes later *

Getting in front of her apartment there’s police yellow tape with the door cracked open.

Jay: *shocks as he enters*

Gray: oh shit

Jay: *finds her sitting on the balcony in the rain zones out* what are you doing in the rain, you’re going to get sick. *pulls her back inside*

I honestly thought it was just the front room, head to her room for a towel, it’s even worst. Everything’s destroyed.

What pisses me off the most is seeing our sign on the wall.   Jay: Who did this?

Lily:…

Jay: This is seriously getting out of hand.

Gray: You still going to wait for the police to handle it?

Jay: I’ve given them enough time to do that.

Gray: What about her?

Jay: I’m not going to leave her here, It’s my fault she’s in this mess in the first place.

Lily: *finally walking inside* Don’t worry about me I’m not your concern

Jay: Emily-

Lily: I’m a cop, that’s part of my job. I signed up for this

Jay: Is destroying evidence part of your job too?

Lily: what?

Jay: The cameras at the club, I know what you did

Lily: Can you just leave? please leave me alone

Jay: So you’re just going to stay here like this?

Lily: Not your concern

I ended up leaving, I know it sounds horrible leaving her like this, but I need to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible

I called a meeting as soon as I get home

Simon: What’s going on?

Jay: I got dragged to the police station today

Simon: What?

Loco: What for?

Jay: Emily’s place got torn today

Simon: Emily?

Jay: The detective

Loco: torn how?

Gray: Like everything in the house is gone, clothes, everything is gone.

Chacha: So what does that have to do with you? or with us?

Jay: Well just like at the banks, they leave our mark behind.

Simon: What?

Jay: I’m not sure what pisses me off the most is if they think that we would go as low as destroying an apartment like that.

Chacha: You think D has something to do with this?

Jay: I don’t know, I guess we’re going to find out.

Loco: You’re going to find him?

Jay: Well he’s not coming to me. *walks upstairs to change*

*One hour later*

Dok2: To what do I owe this visit?

Jay: You know why I’m here

Dok2: *chuckles and takes a sip* If you think I have anything to do with that, you are just as stupid as the person that did it.

Jay:*sigh*

Dok2: Tell me something

Jay: What?

Dok2: Are you upset because your mark was left at the scene? or because of whose house it was?

Jay: What are you talking about?

Dok2: nothing

Jay: I really don’t have time for this *walking away*

Dok2: Did you know she was a cop?

Jay:*stops and then walks out of the house*

*Lily’s views*

Sitting on a pile of what used to be a mattress, I zoned out I don’t actually know what time it is. At least the rain stop.

“Emily”

Lily: Mom?

Mom: *makes her way through the mess and hugs her*

Lily: Mom *bust out crying*

Mom: *hugs her tight* at least you were not in the house.

I guess I’m going to be at my parent’s house for the time being. Getting there My dad is watching the news.

Dad: Your partner ask me to give you this

Lily: Thanks *takes her phone from him, and walk up to her old room*

I am not in the mood to deal with anyone right now. After taking a shower I find some tea and a sandwich on my nightstand, after drinking the tea, I got my blanket and sleep.

*Next day*

I guess I slept through both breakfast and lunch. I checked my phone so many missed calls and text messages form Jaebum. My parents should be on their way back, I want to eat something before they come find me down here.

Made me a sandwich and head up to my room.

*45 minutes later*

*knock on the door*

Lily: Go away

“ I can’t”

Lily: please go

“Come on unlock the door’

Lily: *gets up and open the door, greets with a tight hug*

“I miss you so much”

Lily: Emma get off of me

Em: I haven’t seen you in 6 months

Lily: That is my fault how?

Em: I swear you are the grumpiest little sister ever

Lily:*hugs her back*

Em: how are you?

Lily: I’ve had better

Em: Wanna talk about it?

Lily: How are you?

Em: I’m good, Just enjoying life

Lily: At least one of us is

Em: Look I know that you like to keep everything to yourself, which I don’t really blame you, being a police and all, but if you need me just know that I’m here.

Lily: I know, I’ll keep that in mind.

Em: That’s your way of telling me to get out?

Lily: Yup

*Next couple of weeks*

I spent the past couple of weeks inside, no phone, all I did is workout and sleep.

Lily: You’ve been oddly busy

Em: I have a job

Lily: I know you work a 9-5 job, that’s only two days a week. The rest of the time you work at home. The same car been picking you up every night for the past six days every time dad’s light goes out and not back until 30 minutes before he wakes up.

Em: you need to go back to work

Lily: Who is he?

Em: He’s an engineer I met at the bar

Lily: That’s unlike you

Em: I know, but hey we’re going to dinner tonight you should come along

Lily: Thanks but no thanks

Em: come on, you’ve been stuck in this house for almost a month, you need some sunlight

Lily: You’re going out to dinner, it’s going to be at night

Em: Well you need fresh air

Lily: Again no thank you

Em: Why are you so stubborn *phone rings* Hello

“Hey, did I wake you?”

Em: No, I was just finishing a few things for work, what’s up?

“I wanted to talk to you about tonight”

Em: okay

“ I know I said that it was going to be just the two of us-”

Em: Actually I kind of wanted to talk to you about that, I was going to call you

“okay”

Em: Is it okay if I bring my little sister with me?

“Of course, and a few of my friends want to meet you as well, so I think that’s perfect”

Em: Okay, then I’ll see you in a bit. *hangs up*

Lily: I never said that I was going

Em: I know. Go start getting ready, your hair is long and greasy so make sure you wash your hair, it’s going to take you a minute to get ready.

Lily: Uh?

Em: Why are you still standing here?

*3hours later*

Lily: *wearing a black sheer top and black bra, with a bodycon leather skirt, red lipstick, and a thick black winged liner*

Em: Wow, I’d be jealous if you weren’t my sister.

Lily:*sigh* Do I really have to go?

Em: Yes

*Jay’s Views*

It’s been almost a month since I saw Emily. I call her phone, send her messages she never respond.

Simon: How do I look?

Jay: Like an idiot

Simon: Very supportive of you

Jay: You’re welcome *pouring more alcohol in his glass*

Simon: Can you stop with the drinks already?

*a few minutes later*

Loco: Wow you look uh

Gray: Very stupid

Jay: See, I told you

Chacha: You guys are talking about how he looks, I just wanna see what that mysterious girls look like.

Simon: She sent me a text, saying she’ll be here in a few minutes. Please be on your best behavior I really like this girl, and she said that she would bring her little sister I want to make a good impression.

Gray: Don’t worry We’ll put in a good word for you.

“She’s here”

Simon: Okay, send them up

Jay: Can you act natural? you look too stiff

Simon: How can I relax, when you’re already drunk? and I have no faith in the rest of you.

Loco: Wow

Gray: After everything we’ve been through?

Chacha: That’s how you feel?

Jay: Can you Just chill, we won’t tell her how many women you’ve-

Simon: Hi

Oh Shit

Em: Hey, This is my little sister Emily

Gray: *mumbles* oh shit

Simon: Hey… Emily nice to meet you

Lily: *raise her brow* Nice to meet you too, Simon

Simon: These are my friends, Gray, Loco, Chacha, and that’s Jay

Lily: Hi guys

Em: Oh I forget the wine in the car, I’ll go get it

Lily: I’ll go with you

Em: Okay, We’ll be back

Simon: okay

*both walk out*

Loco: And you were worried about us?

Simon: Just shut up, you good man?

Jay: I’m fine

Gray: Think she’ll say anything?

*moments later*

Em: Hey, sorry we take a while.

Simon: It’s okay, You look very beautiful tonight

Em: Thank you, You don’t look too bad yourself.

Simon: *smile* come on have a seat

Em: Okay

Lily: *sits across from Jay and crosses her legs*

Em: *Notices everyone looking at her a gun strap under he short skirt* I’m sorry about that guys, she’s a detective, just a bad working habit

Simon: Oh, okay then

Lily: So it’s Simon right?

Simon: yeah

Lily: how long have you guys known each other?

Simon: We all kind of grow up together

Lily: What kind of work do you do? Emma said that you are an engineer?

Simon: Well I-

Em: Emily you’re not at work stop questioning him, I’m sorry about that.

Simon: It’s okay I understand

The entire night I barely say a word all I can think about is how much I’ve missed this girl. She kept her cool, and never said anything about what she knows. Right now sitting around the pool talking. Well Emily, Simon, and Emma are together

Lily: Excuse me

Em: Hey you okay?

Lily: Yeah, I just think you guys need some time alone, to make out or something so I’ll just excuse myself, and no offense you guys are kind of boring. *walks away*

Em: I’m really sorry about that. My sister is going through a lot right now, she’s not really herself

Simon: That’s okay, you don’t have to apologize I understand

*meanwhile*

Lily: You should ease up on the drinks *sit next to him*

Jay: It’s my last one

Lily: Obviously you finish the whole bottle

Jay:*stares at her*

Lily: What?

Jay: You know you could’ve at least read one of the hundred messages that I sent you, you know just to make sure that you are okay.

Lily: What have you been up to?

Jay: There isn’t much I can do, I can’t fly out of the country, I want to get away from all of this as soon as possible but all I can do is stay home half of the time, I want this shit to be over with already. How are you holding up?

Lily: healing

Jay: Have you had a chance to go to your apartment?

Lily: This is the first time I get out of my house

Jay: No wonder you look so pale

Lily: Thanks…Jerk

Jay: *Chuckles*

Lily: Funny

Jay: I’m sorry

Lily: It’s whatever. I still have a couple months on my lease so I guess I’ll go over tomorrow to see if there’s anything left, which I highly doubt since the doors and windows were broken, people probably swap whatever they can.

Jay: Maybe not

Lily: Mhm? how do you know?

Jay: Just a feeling

Lily: *exhales and look up at the sky* I wish I could live somewhere with the sky view, very peaceful with little to no one knowing where I live.

Jay: really?

Lily: yeah, with every room a different color. Actually no, I want white, everything white

Jay: wouldn’t it be too bright?

Lily: True but after a long day of chasing bad guys, getting my ass beat, and who knows maybe get shot, I’ll have my own little paradise on earth.

I’m sitting here listening to her talking, it feels like it’s the first time she’s actually talking to me like a normal person, and not just a cop and a thief.

Jay: What if it rains?

Lily: ooh that’d be even  cooler to watch rain falls, lightning, and thunder *giggles*

Jay: you know that actually don’t sound like a bad idea

Lily: I know right- hey if you steal my idea-

Jay: What you gonna shoot me? you know everything that’s  going on, it probably wouldn’t hurt that bad, if I get shot by you.

Lily: what is wrong with you?

Jay: I don’t know, I tend to say lose my sense whenever you’re around.

Lily: I’m pretty sure you have that feeling whenever any female is around

Jay: how do you know?

Lily: Well, I know your kind

Jay: My Kind?

Lily: yes, your kind. The rich pretty boy slash gangster, well tatted in great shape that all the girls swoon over. Wherever he goes, he has all the ladies attention even the ones who are with their partners, which you’re totally happy about because you love having a bunch of them on your bed.

Jay: Okay, here’s a few things-

Em: Hey, did I interrupt anything?

Lily: uhm not really you ready to go?

Em: yes

Lily: okay *get’s up*

Em: You’re driving

Lily: I thought you didn’t want me to drive?

Em: Yes, but we have to get home before your dad start interrogating me

Lily: and you think, he’d let me get away?

Em: Lily you know how to lie, you’re a cop. Which brings it back to the reason you’re driving cause if we get a ticket I can’t lie.

Lily: you sure you’re older than me?

Em: By three years

Lily: Well then hand me the keys

Em: Well it was nice meeting you guys, come on Lily

Lily: um I need to use the bathroom you can go wait for me in the car

Em: Okay, don’t stay long *walks out to the car*

*after*

Simon: Listen-

Lily: No you listen, you see the only reason I’m not going to say anything to my sister is that I want you to tell her yourself. Now if anything happens to my sister I know where you live *takes her gun out*

Gray: hey what are you doing?

Lily:*unload two bullets out of it and hand him one* If anything happens to my sister, I’ll bring this one back to you, and this time I’ll unload it in your head.

Is it wrong that I am so turned on right now?

Lily: *looks at Jay* You doing anything tomorrow?

Jay: not really, why?

Lily: *smile*  Have a good night guys

Jay: wait.

Lily: *walks out to the car*

Why did she even asked me that?

*follows her out*

[no-shit-sherl0ck]

Slow hands

AU!!!

Short Poe x reader shot.

Summary: Poe is a long lost lover, but now he is your college teacher!!!! 

I highly recommend to listen Slow Hands - Niall Horan while reading.

Enjoy!

The people inside the room felt non-existent at the moment he walked in. His coat was looking as perfect as usual in his firm body, making him feel more masculine than any of the men in here. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. The image of him, walking like a lion to its prey still haunted me. My cheeks turned pink at the thought of what could’ve had happened if we wouldn’t have been interrupted.

‘’Morning,’’ he said, taking his dark glasses off, scanning the room, his eyes stopping only a second too long on me. ‘’I hope you all brought your papers.’’ Murmurs and people scared looks filled the room. ‘’Come one, guys. I gave you plenty of time. Please, bring your papers to my desk.’’

One by one the students stood up and walked towards him, but not me. I was stuck to my seat. My paper was in my hand, ready to be handed yet, I couldn’t move. How was I supposed to look at him in the eyes after what had happened on Friday? The mere memory made my heart skip a beat.

Again.

‘’I think you are beautiful,’’ he said, walking towards me, slowly, with his eyes locked with mine.

‘’You are drunk, that’s what I think,’’ I answered, nervously as I hit the wall behind me. There was nowhere to run.

‘’No, I’m not.’’

‘’Yes, you are.’’

‘’Okay, maybe a little.’’ He admitted, showing me his almost-touching thumb and index. ‘’I miss you.’’

I swallowed.

‘’You should go home, Poe.’’

‘’I finally have the courage to say what I’ve wanted to say since the day we saw each other again and you are sending me home? I feel hurt.’’ He took a step closer. My heart pounded faster against my ribcage. We were just mere inches apart.

‘’Let’s not do something we will regret tomorrow.’’ I said. Our noses were gracing each other. I could smell the alcohol in his breath, yet his eyes had never been clearer.

‘’Let me kiss you,’’ he whispered, our lips almost touching.

I took a deep breath and opened my lips, ready to give him what he wanted.

I was weak.

However, the universe had other plans. The bathroom door opened and a group of girls walked in, drunk and giggling. They didn’t even care for the scene behind them, but we cared.

Poe closed his eyes, a little bothered that we had been interrupted, and my heart fell in disappointment.

I was dying to taste his lips and I could feel how desperate he was to taste mine.

‘’I’ll see you on Monday.’’ I said, pushing myself off the wall, walking past him and out of the room.

‘’Anyone else?’’ Poe asked, forcing me to push the memory at the back of my mind. It was a good paper, and I had to deliver it, so I took a deep breath and collected the necessary amount of courage to stand up and walk to his desk.

While I was walking between the queues, calming myself, a hand grabbed my wrist, making me stop.

‘’Hey, ‘’ I turned to see Mike, one of my very insistent classmates.

‘’Hey,’’ I said back, forcing a smile.

‘’I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night? I need some help with the paper for next week and since you are one of the best in the class…’’ he gave me a look that said that he wasn’t thinking much about ‘studying’.

‘’oh, ammh, I don’t know, ‘’ I said, tensing my shoulders. I never felt comfortable around him. I don’t think I’ll ever will.

‘’Come on, it’ll be an hour, top.’’

I didn’t know what to say, I was getting nervous because I obviously didn’t have anything to do tomorrow night, and I felt kind of bad lying to him again.

‘I –’’

‘’Am I interrupting?’’ I heard behind me, making me jump slightly.

‘’Mr. Dameron, of course you are not. I was just asking for a tutorship to one of your top students,’’ Mike gave Poe a big smile, which Poe didn’t reply.

‘’And when would this be?’’ Poe asked, looking from Mike to me.

‘’Tomorrow.’’ Mike answered, like it had already been settled.

‘’I’m afraid this tutorship would not be possible, Mr. Michael.’’

‘’Why not?’’ Asked Mike, a little surprised. Well, at least he wasn’t the only one.

‘’Because my top student will be assisting me with your latest papers, that’s why. I hope you haven’t forgotten about that,’’ he said turning to me. I looked at him with big eyes, feeling my throat dry. He was really doing this.

‘’Of course not, ‘’ I answered looking at him in the eyes. They looked fierce, yet at the same time, they looked protective.

‘’Good, I’ll be waiting. Is that your paper?’’ He pointed to my shaky hand.

‘’Yes,’’

‘’I bet it’ll be as good as the last one,’’ he gave me a little smile, making my heart go wild.

‘’Surely hope so,’’ I answered handing him the paper, trying to calm myself down. I was acting like a freaking teenager. I’m in college, for God’s sake.

Poe took the paper from my hand, making our fingers barely touch.

‘’Have a sit, please.’’ Poe ordered with a soft voice, staring at me, deeply.

I couldn’t answer, I only turned my back at him and walked to my desk and stayed there for the next forty minutes, not taking my eyes off of my dear professor the whole time.

What am I doing? I asked myself again and again.

I was standing outside Poe’s office, ready to knock, but not doing it.

He had said that needed my help, however, for a second it felt like he was just rescuing me from being alone with Mike, but what if he actually needed my help and I didn’t show up?

There was only one way to find out, so I knocked.

Dammit.

‘’Come on in.’’

I opened the door slowly, sneaking my head first.

‘’I was just asking if you really needed my help.’’

Poe lifted his eyes to where I was standing, a little surprised, I noticed.

‘’Please, come in.’’ He said, removing his reading glasses. He looked hot in those.

I walked inside, closing the door behind me, trying to look as casual as possible.

‘’I wasn’t sure if you were really giving me a task earlier, or only –‘’

‘’…saving you from a jerk?’’ He finished for me, giving me a crocked smile.

‘’I wasn’t going to put it like that, but yeah.’’

He chuckled slightly.

‘’Yeah, it was the last one.’’

‘’Oh, I’ll be going then. I don’t want to disturb you.’’

‘’You do not disturb, not at all. Please, stay.’’ He stood up before I could try to leave. I wasn’t going to try, anyway.

‘’So, you do need help?’’ I raised my brows.

‘’No, but I want you to stay.’’ He walked towards me, with the stare of a lion, again.

‘’Poe…’’

‘’Whatever you are about to say, don’t. ‘’ He reached me, and placed his hand on my neck, his thumb touching my lobe. I closed my eyes at the contact.

He took one last step and his body was fully touching mine. I could feel the heat radiating from him.

‘’Are you drunk again? You know it is prohibited to drink at the campus.’’ I tried to joke.

He chuckled again, pressing his forehead to mine.

‘’You know I’m not.’’

Yup, I knew he wasn’t.

‘’Why are you doing this?’’ I asked.

‘’You are driving me crazy, you know that?’’ I felt his breath upon my lips.

‘’We can’t.’’ I whispered, and punched myself internally.

‘’Who says we can’t?’’

‘’Umh, the University rules?’’

‘’Screw the university rules, I have to do this, or I won’t be able to make it another day.’’

And as he finished talking he pressed his lips to mine, passionately, starving, yet carefully. I knew this wasn’t the first time this happened, but it certainly felt like It was just know that my mouth was meeting his. I pressed my hands at the back of his neck, pulling him closer. I couldn’t get enough. One of his hands was at my lower back and the other on the crock of my neck, helping him deepen the kiss. My lips opened at the touch of his tongue on my lower lip, and I let it in, welcoming it like a missed, old whatever. My brain was unable to think right now. A soft growl came from his mouth when I pressed my hips closer to his, feeling the need. My knees went weak, but he didn’t give me the chance to feel them weaver because he grabbed me and pulled me up, making me cross my legs around his hips. With his hands on my thighs, and mine around his neck he walked us to his desk, throwing a few things to the floor.

‘’God, I had missed this.’’ He said, without distancing himself from me.

‘’Yeah, me too.’’ I looked him in the eyes, directly. They were filled with desire. I bet they reflected mine.

‘’I wanna be with you all night long,’’ He said, looking all over my face, his eyes stopping at my lips.

‘’Take me home, then.’’ I said.

And I needn’t say anything else. Without another word, he kissed me again and took me back to his place. I won’t ever forget the things we did that night, or the night after, or the next.

I promised myself that I was not walking away from this ever again.

I was right where I needed to be.

[h-styles-babes]

No Control | Chapter One

Hey. Okay, so I’ve decided to start posting a Harry story I’ve been working on. I’ve never posted on tumblr before or anything about Harry Styles. I’ve written before but not about something that has required so much research about a real person before. So, bear with me haha. I don’t know how many people are actually gonna read this, but I’m just gonna post it anyway, see how it does.

Massive thank you to @lovingstyles87 for reading my first chapter and encouraging me to post it. She had the sweetest things to say, and, honestly, they mean a lot coming from her, because I love her writing. Honestly couldn’t believe she even messaged me haha.

*Please feel free to reblog and send me feedback! It’s much appreciated :)*

Summary: 

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

*Gif is not mine.*

ONE

JUNE 2015

“Micky!” I hear my name being called from the bottom floor of the library. The voice is shushed pretty vehemently, considering it’s the last two days of finals week and people are cramming. I’m here just editing my final paper for my physiology lab, but other people have more important things to get done. 

“Oh, fuck off,” I hear Trevor spit out at someone who shushed him. “Micky Bennett!” He gets shushed again, even more viciously than last time. I can hear his footsteps below me, so I lean over the edge of the balcony that I’m sitting at and wave at him.

I met Trevor my very first day at New York University, nearly three years ago. I had only moved to New York from England three days prior, so I hadn’t had a lot of time to go out and meet anyone before classes started. We’re in the same major and we had the same general biology class at nine on Monday morning. We sat next to each other in lecture hall and joked back and forth the whole time about our professor’s awful fashion sense. We made fast friends and have been attached at the hip ever since. He came out and visited England that first summer and stayed with my family for a few weeks while I showed him around. He was a permanent fixture in my house for all the summers following, as well. We made sure to get dorms on the same floor this year and we’ve arranged for the same next year.

“Trevor,” I hiss out, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. His head snaps up to me and his eyes are wide. “Shut the fuck up and get up here.” He throws me a mock two-finger salute before heading for the closest staircase and meeting me at my spot. “What the fuck is so urgent that you felt the need to yell in the peaceful library on finals week?”

He flops down in the seat across from me and pushes his blond hair back off his forehead with a huff.

“Bitch, I just got us One Direction tickets with meet and greet passes. You bet your sweet ass that I’m going to be yelling in a library.”

It’s my turn for my eyes to widen. I shove my laptop closed and lean across the table to get closer to him. “What did you just say?”

“I got One Direction tickets!” he whisper shouts, his face shining bright with the happiest smile I’ve ever seen on him. “You know how the local radio station was giving away a few pairs of tickets for their East Rutherford show?” I nod and urge him to go on. “Well I fucking won this morning! Look.” He pulls out his phone and shows me an email from the radio station proudly announcing his win and the link to download and print the tickets. 

I open my laptop back up and search for the stadium and it’s seating chart. “Trev, those are front row tickets. They’re, like, three feet from the stage.”

“I know!” His voice is rising slightly, and someone at the table next to us throws him a pointed look. He mouths an apology before turning back to me. “The show’s on August fifth. Please say you’ll stay this summer and come with me. You know you’re more than welcome at my house.”

“You want me there for the whole summer? I mean, I have research to do, so I have to stay here anyway. But I was gonna find myself a flat or look into summer housing on campus.”

“I live thirty minutes away by subway; just stay with me. My sister moved out, so there’s an extra room. I already talked to my mom about it.”

“Trev, you’re the best. I’ll call my parents…” I trail off with a glance at the clock on my computer—it’s seven in the evening here, so it’s midnight in England, “tomorrow and let them know.”

“Great! But back to the concert tickets…”

“Of course I’ll come with you! Why the hell would I pass up an opportunity like that?”

Two months later, I’m happily spending my summer in New York with Trevor and his mum in their expensive home in Midtown. His dad was some fancy Wall Street guy, and after his parents’ divorce, he gave his mum a shit ton of money in alimony every month, so she was able to keep the house Trevor grew up in near Central Park. 

It’s just Trev, his mum and me in the house, and his mum works as a PA to some CEO of a big corporation, so she’s gone a lot. Trevor and I basically have the run of the place. Trevor and I have to be in at the university three days a week to do our research, and there’s a subway station a block and a half from his house and another two blocks from the university. His mum has offered to let us stay there for the following school year, as well, to help us save on expenses. It works out well for me, since my scholarships cover my tuition but not my housing, and now I won’t have to take out any loans.

Today’s the day of the concert, and his mum has kindly offered to get us a hotel room for the night so we don’t have to make the trip back at one or two in the morning. So, a few hours before the show is set to start, I’m in the bathroom fixing up my makeup and attempting to tame my hair. It’s getting a bit long, so my brown curls are getting a bit out of control. I’m able to pull the sides back in some bobby pins and pull a hair tie on my wrist, just in case. I keep my makeup minimal, since I’m sure it’ll just get cried or sweat off during the show. I put on some light eyeshadow just to accentuate the hazel of my eyes, coat on mascara, add a bit of blush to my cheeks, slick on some sheer lipstick and call it good.

It’s warm in New York during the summer, but it tends to get chilly during the evening, so I opt for jeans, a blush pink slip camisole, a light, olive green cropped sleeve jacket, and a pair of tan ankle boots. It’s casual but cute and I actually feel like the twenty year old that I am opposed to the slouchy teenager I’m used to dressing like. I have to be up too early to get into the lab to put any effort into my appearance, so I usually go in without any makeup on and leggings and a jumper or t-shirt.

Trevor knocks on my door as I’m slipping on the ring that my parents got me for my twentieth birthday. It’s a double banded silver ring with tiny diamonds all around that fits perfectly on the ring finger of my right hand. I call for him to come in and smile at him over my shoulder as I grab up the dainty pink butterfly necklace I plan to wear. Without a word, Trev sweeps my hair aside and does the clasp for me. I smile at him in the vanity mirror his sister so kindly left when she moved out. 

“How do I look?” Trev asks, standing beside me and looking at himself in the mirror.

“You look like a hipster Harry Potter, but gay,” I answer. He actually looks really good. He’s got on khaki pants, a white v-neck t-shirt underneath a short sleeve, button up denim shirt that’s open. He recently got new spectacles that are nearly completely round, so that and his dark hair make him look a bit like a really buff, really tall Harry Potter. Trevor is well over six foot and he takes his fitness seriously, so he looks good. I’d definitely be down if he was into women.

“Good, that’s what I was going for,” he nods once.

“What about me?” I ask, brushing some lint off of my jeans.

“Are you wearing a bra?”

“No.”

“God, you have the best pair of tits I have ever seen. How are they so perky?”

“Honestly, it’s probably because I never wear a bra.”

“Probably. But, anyway, you look amazing.”
 “Thanks, babes.”

“Alright, come on, we’ve got meet and greet to get to.”

I’m not allowed to drive in America, so Trevor drives us in the car his father got him for his last birthday. It’s only about a half hour drive to East Rutherford, New Jersey, and we spend it blasting One Direction’s albums. We drive to the hotel first to check in before hopping back in the car to drive the few block to the stadium. When we get to the venue, there’s a crowd of people waiting outside it. I’m assuming they don’t have meet and greet passes, since the time for that starts in fifteen minutes, and I’m sure they’ve already started letting those people in. 

Trev finds a parking spot and we trek the few blocks to the venue. We flash our passes and we’re escorted into the building, through winding hallways until we’re brought to the end of a queue. We start the security person that led us in and wait. Trevor and I play around on our phones while we stand there, slowly slinking our way up to a door that people are going in through. 

“Who do you want to stand with for the picture?” Trev asks as I’m scrolling through my Instagram.

“Harry, obviously,” I say without looking up. I was still in the UK when One Direction was put together on the X Factor, and I have been a Harry girl since his audition. His dimples and his curls and his beautiful eyes are my weakness. Not to mention a list of other things, but I don’t want to get into that with anyone but myself.

“I don’t know why I even asked.”

“Neither do I.” I can feel him glaring at me, so I look up and give him the cheesiest grin I can manage before looking back down at my phone. 

We queue for another half an hour or so before I can see through the doorway, which leads to a large conference-looking sort of room. I can see all four of them, looking amazing as always. Especially Harry, who’s in a plain white t-shirt, his staple black jeans that I swear he’s had since he was seventeen, and his hair pushed back on his forehead. He’s tan—god bless him—and he seems to be in a good mood, joking around with his mates and taking silly pictures with fans. I bounce on my toes as we get closer, only two groups of people in front of us now.

“You know, I’m really glad you’re not one of those girls that gets all squeal-y and breaks down in tears when they see famous people,” Trevor says, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m nearly twenty-two years old,” I argue. “Do you know how much I’d hate myself if I started behaving like a preteen just because an attractive famous man is around?”

“Probably just as much as I’d hate you.”

“Exactly. I feel like I’m at the point in my life where I look at celebrities our age and genuinely think about whether or not we’d make good friends. Which is kinda heart breaking for the teenager in me who loved fantasizing about Harry Styles being my boyfriend.”

“Same. Seventeen year old Trevor thought Zayn would make the best lover.”

“Ew. He was always too skinny for me.”

“I know. Hindsight is twenty-twenty. I’m more of a Liam guy now.”

“Babes,” I hear a deep voice calling. I look up and see Paul, their security guy nodding and waving at me. “You guys can come over, now.”

I grab onto Trevor’s arm and haul him along with me, throwing a thanks to Paul as we pass. Niall steps up to greet us first, offering me a hug with a kiss to the cheek before doing some sort of bro-hug with Trevor. Liam greets me next, asking how I am and hugging me. Louis does the same, rubbing my back softly before he releases me. Harry is last in the line, and he’s smiling brightly, his dimples on full display and making that teenage girl in me squeal internally. 

“How are you, babes?” he asks while he pulls me into him. He smells good, like expensive cologne and body wash, and his hair smells like fruity shampoo. He kisses me on the cheek while I answer.

“I’m doing great, how are you?”

He pulls back with a surprised look on his face, a corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “You’re English! Did you fly all the way out here for the show? We have a European leg, you know.”

I can’t help but chuckle at him. “I go to school in New York. I had to stay this summer for some research.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you studying?” He looks genuinely interested to hear what I’m going to school for, his eyebrows raised as he grins down at me. 

“Biology. Medical stuff. I want to be a nurse.”

“How long have you got left?”

“Just a year, then I’ll probably head back to the UK.”

Harry opens his mouth to speak just as we’re called to attention to get a picture taken. Harry automatically slinks his arm around my waist, and Louis, who’s on the other side of me, puts his arm around my shoulder. 

“This alright, love?” Louis asks, smiling at me. 

I nod. “Yeah, of course.” I glance over and see Trevor happily standing between Liam and Niall, chatting with Liam about something that I can’t hear.

“Your boyfriend’s nice to come with you,” Harry says as we wait for the photographer to get set up properly.

Louis makes a choking noise next to me and then clears his throat, and he’s very pointedly not looking in my direction, instead looking straight ahead at Paul, smirking. I’m not sure what his deal is, but I turn back to Harry address his statement.

“He’s not my boyfriend. You guys are more to his liking than I am,” I admit. “Unless he’s pissed; then, everyone is fair game.”
 Harry lets out a bark of a laugh next to me, one I’ve only heard a handful of times in interviews or concerts. He slaps his hand over his mouth just as a flash goes off to signify a photo had been taken.

Lou, the boys’ stylist, clicks her tongue at him. “Harry, you fucked up the photo.”

“Sorry,” he calls. “Do another.” We all smile as the photographer snaps another photo. “I have a mate like that, too,” he says to me once everyone relaxes. “Big enough flirt already, but when he’s had a few, women are suddenly an option for him again.” 

I know that he’s talking about Nick Grimshaw, the radio host that he’s been friends with since the start of his career, as far as I can tell. I’m not about to let him know that I know about Nick. I would like to maintain some semblance of normalcy, even though we’ll never see each other again.

Someone alerts the guys that our time is up, and we’re made to be herded out of the room. I thank the boys and the rest of the people in the room and grab into Trevor’s arm as we go to leave. We’re nearly to the door when I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back round to face them.

“Hey, I never got your name.” Harry says, his eyes sparkling down at me. 

“Micky.”

“Micky,” he repeats, smiling. “Have fun at the show, yeah?”

I smile back at him. “I plan on it. Thanks, again.”

“My pleasure,” he assures. I expect him to let me go, but he hesitates for a moment, glances over his shoulder, and then turns back to me. He leans in quick and places a soft kiss on my cheek. When he pulls back, he’s smiling, dimples winking at me. I can do nothing more than smile and let Trevor lead me out of the room.

I don’t know how to process Harry’s lips being on my face with no prompting from me. My cheek tingles where his lips landed and my heart is racing in my chest, even as we get further and further away from the room.

“Okay, what the fuck was that?” Trev asks when we’re far enough away. 

“I have no idea,” I admit, looking up at him in a sort of daze. I never thought just a light kiss on the cheek would reduce me to this mess that I’ve become, but it’s happening. I blink hard a few times to try to clear the haze that’s settled over my brain.

“I think Harry Styles might be into you.”

That snaps me out of my stupor. I scoff at Trevor and furrow my eyebrows. “Don’t be ridiculous. He was just being nice. He was very pleased that he had a fellow Brit in the room that wasn’t his bandmates.”

He scoffs right back at me. “You didn’t see the way his eyes followed you the second you walked in the room. I mean, all the guys did, because you’re fucking attractive, but Harry was especially enamored. It was kind of hot.”

Trevor’s long legs are going way too fast for me, and I’m nearly jogging to keep up with his brisk pace. I tug on his hand to get him too slow down.

“You’re just seeing things. I mean, he’s Harry Styles, world famous superstar. He’s got better options than a uni student.”

“I’m telling you, Mick,” he urges. “We’re going to be up close and personal with that stage tonight. There’s no way he’s not gonna see you. And when he gets all google-y eyed again, I’m gonna say, ‘I told you so.’”

“You’re absolutely mad, mate.”

“Oh, don’t get all British on me, Micky.”

TWO

[seventeen-central]

Get Well Soon - Jihoon (Woozi) Fluff

Request: Hey hey! Can u please do a Seventeen taking care if their sick gf please? Thanks a lot! (A/N: I already have a multi-member thingy for this and Jihoon has zero requests, so I decided to show our little cinnamon bun some love.)

Word Count:1259

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Being sick is never fun in your opinion, but your boyfriend strongly disagrees with you on that.

A/N: Guys, I’m really sorry I haven’t posted. I’m not proud of this because I feel like you guys expect better quality, but a friend of mine passed away Saturday and everything has been a huge mess since. Anyway, sorry for any errors and I hope this is at least mildly entertaining for ya’ll. xx

 When you woke up that morning, you had already known that the whole day would be similar to hell. 

 From the moment that you finally forced your eyelids to open, your throat was extremely sore. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire, yet chills seemed to shake through your entire body every few seconds. Even the slightest movement caused goosebumps to prickle up the entirety of your skin as what could only be described as pins and needles pricked at your arms and legs. The light that beamed through your bedroom window caused a radiating light to blind you, and no amount of blinking helped. All you could do was let out a painful groan, which just so happened to bring the realization upon you that you were not in bed alone.

 Turning your head slightly, your eyes fell on your no longer fast asleep boyfriend, Jihoon. His blonde locks were puffed out in small tufts, and his mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ shape as he inhaled another deep breath. If you hadn’t felt so utterly horrible, you would have giggled and planted a a sweet kiss on his cheek gingerly. Instead, you let out a hacking cough loud enough to cause the whole bed to shake.

 “(Y/N)? Is something up?” Jihoon yawned and stretched out his body, turning to face you. When he saw your current state, his eyes widened and he visibly backed away. “Oh my god, Jagi! You don’t look so good... Do you want me to go and make some tea for you?”

 You cleared your throat and tentatively nodded. “Yes, please. With honey, too.”

 Hearing your voice made you want to shrivel up and die. It was a groggy croak with a side of nasally undertones that added together created a sound previously unknown to man. Jihoon sent you a groggy smile, and got out of bed, quietly padding out of the room.

 The cool, silky sheets felt like heaven on your burning skin. You couldn’t help but groan as they became the same temperature as you were, instantly becoming a lot less refreshing. Staring at the ceiling, you thought over what could have made you this sick. The only person that had been this badly sick in the past few days was Jeonghan... Go figure, he’s also the one who spends all the time he’s around you touching your hair and clinging onto your smaller frame. It wasn’t weird though, as you both had been best friends for what was basically the whole time you knew each other.

 “Jagi? I have your tea.” Jihoon quietly stepped through the door and towards you, holding a steaming cup of tea in his small hands. “You might want to let it cool a bit, it’s very hot right now.”

 You let the cup cool in your cold hands as you gazed over at your boyfriend. He smiled, and reached out his hand to brush it through your hair. Leaning into his touch, you let out a sigh as you tried not to focus on the massive headache you had at the moment. You picked up your head to glance at the clock, but nearly jumped when you saw it was 10 am.

 “Jihoon, don’t you have rehearsal today? You need to go now, or you’ll be late!” You attempted to scold your boyfriend who just shook his head and leaned back against the headboard.

 “I called in and told them not to expect me today. You are sick, and I need to take care of you so that you get better quickly.” A loud sigh escaped your mouth as you leaned over to take another sip of your tea. When all the liquid was gone, Jihoon took the small cup from your hands and took it to the kitchen as you attempted to get a few minutes of napping in, gracefully drifting off to sleep before your boyfriend had even come back into the room.

 Eyes fluttering open, you groaned as the loud creaking of your bedroom door pounded in your ears.

 “Sorry, Jagi. I made some soup, my mom told me how over the phone. She says its great for the flu, but it may be a little spicy.” Jihoon approached you with the bowl, and you pecked him on the cheek when he let it settle in your lap. You hungrily devoured it, Jihoon laughing as the sound of your slurping filled the room. It was extremely good considering the lack of cooking skills that Jihoon had, but the spice was just enough to cause your nose to begin running again. 

 “The  boys called me while you were asleep. Jeonghan said he’s sorry for getting you sick, and when you are better he will take you to that bakery you like near the studio and buy you a cupcake. Rehearsals went well, from what I can see.”

 “That’s good. Babe, I’m going to go ahead and try to get up to put my bowl away, okay?” Jihoon nodded, and watched you like a hawk as you slowly stepped across the floor into the cool tile of the kitchen. As you set the bowl down in the sink, an overwhelming dizzy feeling shook your body. You grasped the edge of the countertop and tried to see if the dizzy spell would fade, but a sudden heat in your stomach caused you to quickly stumble to the bathroom.

 Stomach lurching, all the contents and nutrients your body held were quickly dispelled to the sound of gagging. This continued for a few solid minutes, when a pair of hand began to pull your hair back and hold it.

 “Aish, I’m sorry Jagi. I wish I could do this for you, but I’ll try to help you get through it.”

 The two of you crouched on the tile for a solid thirty minutes, Jihoon rubbing your back and you leaning over the toilet every few minutes. When the nauseous feeling finally left your body, you slumped back against your boyfriend. 

 “I need to brush my teeth, my mouth tastes disgusting.” Jihoon held your hips as you rinsed your mouth thoroughly, and supported your weight as he assisted you in crawling back towards the bed. When you were finally settled back into the sheets, Jihoon smiled at you.

 “Stop looking at me like that! You creep...”

 “I can’t help it, (Y/N). You look so cute when you’re sick. Your nose and cheeks are pink and-”

 “Okay, I get it. Can we watch some Netflix? I need something to stare at that’s not the ceiling or your handsome face, Jihoon.” Jihoon grabbed his laptop and logged into his personal favorite streaming service (#notspons) and quickly selected a show that was in his queue.

 “Jihoon, I’m sorry you wasted a sick day on me. All you did was watch me sleep and make me soup, and now you won’t get another one for three months.”

 “Are you kidding me, (Y/N)? I enjoyed this so much. Usually, I am at work all day and only see you at night or occasionally at lunch. This is probably the best ‘day off’ I have had in a long time.”

 “Really? You even enjoyed holding me while I smelled like vomit?” You snuggled further into his side.

 “I especially enjoyed that. It was a big improvement, you know.” He joked, and you both fell asleep in each other’s embraces.

[83unsungheroes]

Hello, if we were having a coffee this week it would hopefully be better than this monstrosity that I’ve been sent a free drinks voucher for.

I simply wasn’t up for arguing in the shop.  This was Thursday. Rewind about 13 hours and I wasn’t sitting in a coffee shop.  I was sitting on the side of a football pitch with an ice pack around my knee.

It’s been a while since I’ve been injured.  I turned up at football on Wednesday night and I was first to go in goal.  I was stood there thinking that my knees hurt, but couldn’t work out why.  About half an hour later I kicked the bottom of someone’s foot, getting a stud right on top of my foot and it smarted quite a bit.

Just as that wore off an opponent played a pass to a teammate that was just a little bit short.  It was just short enough to tempt me in to making a move for it.  I nipped in and got my right foot to the ball.  Well, on top of it.  Then it rolled off and something went awry in my left knee and possibly my left ankle.  I couldn’t decide what hurt the most.

I fear that I added enough rolls to my fall that I looked like a stereotypical footballer.  In truth, I was trying to find a position in which my knee felt comfortable.  I’m guessing it looked bad cause I could hear people shouting to stop the game and a load of people came to help.  It really jeffing hurt.

Someone blessed it for me, but I think Jesus decided it was time for me to give it a rest rather than play on.  Ibuprofen was vastly more effective.

That’s where I ended up on Thursday.  I was supposed to be seeing a friend and I really wanted to go out.  Similar happened years ago when I hurt my back but really wanted to go out for a friend’s birthday.  I couldn’t walk properly and I think I was probably an embarrassment but I so wanted to go out.

I walked very slowly to the train on Thursday, all the time thinking that I shouldn’t.  I figured that I was two slow walks and a train ride away from pancakes, though.  I made it to my favourite place only ring to my friend who was running an hour late.  In the interim I went to get ibuprofen and went to Starbucks to sit down and take them.

The Starbucks branch I went in to was busy.  The managers were helping men with badges who wanted photographs of the cabinets.  The barista was being overly shouty when telling people that their drinks were ready.  He was also more enjoying joking with the coffee machine engineer than making coffee.  He slammed mine down on the bar and shouted. My first thought was, “you’re going to have to give that another go” but I just wanted to sit down and didn’t think sarcasm was the way forward.

I missed out on pancakes.  The queue was out the door.  I got a burger instead, which contained a slice of black pudding and was covered in gravy, but only came with a knife.

As the day went on, I realised that the ibuprofen was doing a good job, so I took a course of them.

I cleared out the kitchen this week.  I’ve been very wasteful in my food buying habits.  By the time I’d thrown everything away that was out of date and put everything else in to my newly established cupboard space, my kitchen echoed for being nothing but solid surfaces.  It gave Moo another window to look out of.

It was kind of a struggle to get it done after the success of clearing out the study the week before.  My parents bought me an Amazon Echo years ago.  I put it in the kitchen and didn’t really use it so much.  I’d ask it what the weather was and occasionally some news while I’m waiting for the machine to brew my coffee in the morning.  I found out that I can ask it to play me the cricket on the radio and play my music from a service that doesn’t just look at what CDs I’ve bought from Amazon over the years.  That made it easier.

I found a VHS on how to paint still in its cellophane.  That probably says everything about how much rubbish I had.

I took my favourite cardigan to the charity shop.  It was a sad day.

I needed to look after the parents’ dog for a night.  “Going for a walk” was successful once she decided to get up.

I finally decided to repair the puncture on my bike.  I went to buy a puncture repair kit.  I even bought some gunge to put in the inner tube and two lots of tyre levers by mistake.  I took the wheel off, took the tyre off, examined the tyre and inner for holes and saw nothing and I got no bubbles out the inner when I put it in water.  The only conclusion I can draw is that someone let it down without me seeing.  I always thought that the circumstances of its deflation were suspect.  A shame it took me so much time and effort to sort out the nothing.

I got some new Pokemon.

Anyway.  I’ve had a good few weeks off work.  I’ve done some stuff.  I think the most important is that I feel I have some motivation again.  I have some plans.  We’ll see how they go.

I hope that you’ve had an amazing week.

The Crap Coffee With The Knee Knack. #weekendcoffeeshare Hello, if we were having a coffee this week it would hopefully be better than this monstrosity that I've been sent a free drinks voucher for.

[therealslimshakespeare]

This episode was not how I envisioned my pussy eating theories to be confirmed

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