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60. “have you always been this beautiful?” + 68. “You owe me a kiss.” for sean/reader plssss?

Glitter in The Air (Sean X Reader)

A/N: This is just pure Sean Falco bubble gum cotton candy fluff just for Joz ☺️☺️😍

You held your finger above the mouse and debated which road to take:

Add him. It's only been four years, but he's bound to remember you.

Forget it. It’s been four years, how would he ever remember you?!

Without a second thought you clicked add friend on the Facebook name “SeanFalco92.” You typed out a little note just in case.

Hey, Sean.

I'm sorry about what happened at the University. You're a bit infamous. Not every day the quiet Irishman gives it to the campus police. That fire hydrant was ugly anyways.

Y/N, The Dark Room Princess

Then you switched off the internet to prevent yourself from nervously checking every ten minutes to see a response. So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and put your headphones in. It was gonna be an all-nighter on your grad school thesis.

Your computer made a loud ping noise that startled you from sleep you didn't realize you had fallen into. You raised your head and looked at the time “11am.” Thank God, still a few hours until you had to turn in your thesis. Then you were free to never worry about university again, until the loans rolled in. You groaned.

Still you adjusted yourself and your glasses to read the message that had come up alongside the friend request acceptance.

Hey! Yeah it's totally been awhile. How have you been? I felt the wrath of my parents when they bailed me out. Due for a bit of community payback for a few months. Sorry “Service.” Next time I won't get nicked.

Not quite sure about the dark room reference, but was thinking you should meet me at the carnival on Friday. I know I shouldn't be on campus, but I had tickets before everything went down. Care to be my reason for still showing my face after all that humiliation?

Sean

You shook your head and laughed. He definitely didn't remember you, and you weren't exactly sure what he was up to. Who turns down an opportunity to spend the night with Sean Falco?

You took your time replying. Showering. Eating lunch. Printing your thesis and assembling it. Not wanting to appear eager in your reply. He pinged again.

You there? It looked like you were online. Sorry, didn't mean to appear so needy or forward. I just thought it’d be nice to be reacquainted.

You cocked an eyebrow, cheeks flushed a bit and finally returned a response.

Yeah. I would like that. I live in the Madison apartments. Get to Union station (I'm guessing you lost your license?) and we’ll take the Gold Line back to campus. See you at 7.

Sean's comeback was immediate.

It's a date!

Your face grew even hotter. Fuck, it's a date.

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You couldn't help but be nervous as you paced around the front steps of your apartment complex. You felt confident in the cute outfit you rushed out and bought impulsively. Or how you bit the bullet and got your hair done too after you delivered your thesis. You claimed it was in celebration of the rest of your life and nothing to do with the tall, lanky Irishman now headed your way.

“Sean!” a bit startled as you turned around in his direction.

Curly hair a bit wild, his jeans looking industrial but you knew they weren't bought that way. The purple tee-shirt he wore somehow made his leafy green eyes positively stunning. His hand was outstretched with a flower held towards you.

“T’ought I might go a bit old-fashioned t’night,” you took the --- from him. “Maybe a bit o’ congratulations for finishing your t’esis paper.”

Glad your hair covered your ears because you knew the tips were bright red. You never remembered his lilt being that strong or noticeable. Maybe for some strange reason it was his nerves too?

“A Peony? Sean, these are my favorites! How’d you know?” you smelled it briefly before you tucked it away behind your ear. Pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.”

“I may have creeped around your photos a bit, hope ye don't mind?” Sean raised his hands and crinkled one of his eyes shut.

“This is my first flower from anyone, so I'll take some light stalking in the meantime. We should hurry though, the train leaves in ten minutes.”

The two of you side by side. You sat turned to face him, back towards the window of the car. Sean faced forward and stole sideways glances while you talked.

“So what does a young lady with a Masters in Art History do fer livin?”

“I want to restore old paintings at the Met in New York, but I'll probably be stuck here in Portland till I'm thirty. What about you, think you can bypass a degree and still be a photojournalist? Maybe and Irish Ansel Adams?”

Sean laughed, “How did you know any of that?” He looked directly at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“You really don't remember me do you?”

You took a chance and slid your hand into his to prevent him from picking at a loose thread in his shirt. Sean easily enclosed it without hesitation.

“Mostly!” Cheek hidden in his smile. “I just thought something about ye clicked in my brain. Can't figure out why, but was hopin’ going out with ye would jog my mind. Is t’at ok?”

There was no time to answer. Soon enough you were back on campus. You talked Sean into some french fries and corn dogs before tugging at his hand excitedly.

“Ok, the Ferris Wheel! Let's do that first? We should be able to see downtown, and it'll be dusk by the time we get on.”

Sean hesitated as his eyes glanced up towards the top. A flash of nerves behind his eyes, but he gave up and shrugged. Obediently following you in line while he ate, a bit sullen.

Surely the guy who just fought a fire hydrant and a cop wouldn't be scared of heights, you thought. Then you flashed back to that day Freshman year and Sean's panicked voice in the dark. His ragged breath and palms that sweat through your tee shirt as he held onto your shoulders.

You shoved a cheese fry in your mouth as the line staggered forward slow and steady. The conversation had died quite suddenly, but you knew you had to take the chance. Cheesy romantic comedy as this all was, who doesn't want to be with a hot guy alone stuck on a ride?

“Uh y/n?” The giggle was back in Sean’s voice now as you broke from your reverie. “You've got some..” His thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth before he lifted it to his own. “Cheese.”

“Thank.. you?” The tension was silent and awkward.

Then, as the two of you simply stared at each other, Sean let out a sound somewhere between a strangled laugh and a snort. It was infectious, and you instantly joined in. That type of laughter you aren't sure how people achieve, but it leaves you breathless and annoying to everyone in your sight.

“I don't know.. why..I licked.. my thumb,” he wheezed around the most childlike giggle. “It was like a weird compulsion.” The way he said the word came out like “way-rd,” and instigated more laughter from deep inside you.

It seemed to ease Sean’s apprehension as the two of you began to board the ride, though. A calm coming over him as you both quieted down. He white-knuckled the bar as it clicked into place over your laps. Eyes wide as it lurched into motion.

You brushed your fingers tentatively over his clenched fist. Sean had a glazed look in his eyes as you slowed and stopped multiple times. You inches towards the top. He really was frightened.

“I've just gotta get over this. I'm confronting my fear is all.” He sounded so serious with a hint of pride, you stifle a chuckle with a bite of a lip.

Sean peered slightly over the edge of the car and looked downwards. Then it halted suddenly and he grabbed your hand and covered it with his massive one. You squirmed around to hold it properly as he squeezed his eyes shut. The car swung back and forth a bit on the precarious side, even for you. One last time, and it would start spinning in its giant lackadaisical circle.

Forward. Pitch to a stop even harder than the last few. This time Sean buried his face in your shoulder, and you relished this surprising role-reversal. But then he looked up at you in the most serious manner.

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

At the same exact time you said:

“First claustrophobia now heights”

You both sat up straight and gaped.

Again simultaneously.

“How d’ye know I'm claustrophobic?!”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

For the moment, Sean was no longer afraid. Your sentiment about his fear distracted him long enough that he loosened up immensely. Long fingers scratched at his mess of curls while deep in thought. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, heart beating wildly in your ears.

Sean tugged at his chin with a forefinger and thumb. Obviously deep in thought as he gazed off into the sky. It was like a lightbulb finally popped on over his head.

“Jesus (jaysus) Dr Bacher’s photography course. Freshman year!”

You smiled, “By Jove I think he's got it!”

“T’at’s how ye know me. We got right stuck in that darkroom door. It was like a pitch-black tube really. Man I bloody well panicked.”

“I thought you were screwing with me at first! Your hands were so sweaty my tee-shirt was wet from where you were groping me. I kept thinking how every single girl in our class would've killed our professor to be stuck with the hot Irish guy. All that heavy breathing, my teenage brain thought it was sexual tension.”

“I was 18 wedged in a small space with a cute girl. It was claustrophobia, but it was also sexy.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled. The two of you ignoring the ride and it's slow rotations. Still holding hands.

“I don't think I imagined that..” you struggled with the next line.. “parts of you were totally poking into me.”

Sean's mouth dropped open but he repeated his prior sentiment. A bit higher pitched. “I WAS 18 IN A SMALL SPACE WITH A HOT GIRL!” His lilt was more pronounced.

“Who gets a fear.. boner,” you rolled back into the hysterics from earlier on the ground.

Sean's face a deep crimson as his mouth tightened into a straight line. He looked away, but you knew he was playing along. Those eyes betrayed him with a hint of a smile.

“You told me if I got us out you’d take me on a date.”

“I said I'd kiss ye if we got out alive. Never knew how long it’d be til someone found us.”

“You did!” you agreed excitedly. “The door just needed hoisted up and back on the track. Which I did! Then we stumbled out and I practically threw myself in your arms for that kiss.”

“Wait, did we?” Sean turned back to you as the Ferris wheel slowed to another stop. Neither of you remembered it moving.

“No. Stupid ass Derek Sandoval was in the classroom waiting for you.”

“Oi! Watch now, he's still my mate.” Sean's turn to tease now.

“I bet he is.”

The two of you sat back in the car. Your fingers still entwined but the fright had melted away. Sean let out a long steady breath as he really looked out on the carnival and the multicolored lights as they danced around you. The stars blanketed the sky.

“Sean?”

His face heavenwards. “Yeah y/n?

“I think you owe me a kiss,” your words soft, almost a whisper.

Sean’s gaza came back down from the clouds. The music and noise from the crowds seemed to fade away as your breath caught in your throat. Without a second thought, he let go of your hand and put his arm around you. That soft mouth leaned over and almost melted with yours. Your bodies enveloped in a hug as Sean slid the tip of his tongue between your lips. Your own darted forward to fight with it.

Then the car hulked into motion again and you broke apart. A smirk on Sean's face revealed a dimple, and you joined in with a grin of your own.

“Well, that was worth a four year wait.”

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Camp 13 oct

My reflections are dated. 

I was thrilled to be part of the leafers camp and how they do camps there. From the start, I said I wasn’t going to join for dinner outside to eat sukiya cos I had school work to clear and eating with kids didn’t seem to wow to watch. The camp commandant said, “we’re not needed till 11 in the morning, so do what you want”. I didn’t know that that was an exception for me. After my mini interview w Georgey for school work, I tried to hang around the campers to spy what Boss Rolly might do with them. While Roland ran his things, the SWs left to do a quick briefing on the day and the next thing we knew Boss EhDrain sent the SWs a scolding text that there was no team spirit and that they left their leader alone. (I was quite impressed actually she would scold them for that cos it was true that they were all scattered. But I felt sheepish and bad although the scolding wasn’t directed at me cos I wasn’t very present myself). I was impressed that Boss Rolly in his.. crisp removed way of facilitation was able to get the boys to read their letters to the entire group and the kids guai guai respond to him like angels. So after asking around the sws, I realise, boys respond to ranks, just like how students give principals and DMs face. I thought, they would respond to humans who were more.. relational. 

Fast forward, the boys and the SWs were herded into van and transported to WCP where they had mcdonalds. I sat with the boys to talk and hang, while the social workers busy-ed themselves to buy food. Personally, I found that familiar, cos it is easier to do tasks for youths and feel helpful, vs just small talking with kids. I personally found it intriguing too that the entire sw team (minus mdm pattycakes) were involved in the camp. 6 sw + 1 intern, to 8 kids. On a separate review or AAR, I found out that it might be because it would get more tricky if each sw would have a camper involved, so choosing who to include would be difficult. But with the sws all involved, I didn’t feel that the sws who had boys in the day camp made deliberate effort to a) talk to kid or b) be interested in the things that their kids presented. For instance, they did play therapy at some sandy area, and I was intrigued at the process of how different kids were territorial, or how some chose to dig and bury themselves or use symbolisms to do with tombstones/shrines. It was so rich. But perhaps my interactions with Aaron made me come alive with intrigue about the kids’ potential past and how they would relate to possible symbols/actions/interactions. I was kind of disappointed the team mostly used their phones or chatted among themselves while one worker ran the session. The camp commandant had last minute instructions to bring the boys to fit rings and was trying to handle the transportation plans of the boys. It was last minute and pretty chaotic. 

The workers gave the boys options of either playing at the playground of WCP or to play games they played. The boys then chose to play at the playground and eventually the session that was supposed to end at 430/5 on schedule at the park, ended 3 plus. The kids were then driven over to BT after a “water parade” at macdonalds drinking soft drinks. The plan then was to let the shelter boys return to Bee Tee, either to play more games that was planned, or to continue with the shelter programme (and the shelter kids did have a choice) while the other leavers were to fit rings and have dinner outside at a fancy place. Knowing that I wasn’t going to join for dinner, I then hung around the shelter boys who didn’t want to decide between the two options. The games IC then decided for the boys that they were to return to the shelter programme cos they looked tired. With that, the team splitted, and I tagged along the shelter boys, unbeknownst to me that they were very disappointed not having dinner plans outside with the kids. The DOs were caught off guard with the early return of the boys, cos they were told that the boys were to return after 9pm. They had to hold the boys who acted up. One boy cried, the other lay on the floor and was wailing help me and then went to the fire hydrant cabinet and locked himself inside. Another boy went to bed and was kicking the walls. The DOs were calm and tolerated the ruckus, but they were pissed at the lack of communication from the sws. On the ends of the Sws, they were upset that the manager/dos didn’t register that the shelter boys were tasked to return earlier. I bumped into the sw manager, who said the sws should have known that traumatic kids will act up when excluded. This comment puzzled me a little, because she approved the camp programme. Eventually the camp commandant went to the shelter kids to explain why they couldn’t join for dinner but she saw no need to clarify how the kids knew of the dinner plans outside. 

Witnessing the process, I realised that perhaps the constant information and massive overload of things happening in the home that makes it hard for information to be retain. I do think that the management should really look into the internal processes. At this point, it’s interesting to note that giving feedback seems to be difficult. For the AAR, I noticed the sws being abit “how can write down such thing about boss? aiya the team like that one, cannot write this down” and it made me perplexed and horrified. What kind of review sessions doesn’t allow genuine feedback that is meant to improve work processes? Why is there a fear of honesty? 

With time, I guess I do see the subtle divide in their team, where in meetings they seem jokey-jokey. PERHAPS.. it’s an all-girl team and hence the heightened sensitivity? I hear of some being DIs and DCs (DISC) yet gosh they seem so polite around each other. Yet I do understand the subtle nuances, being in a team myself. But I am thankful that in YR, the OR team does seem a little more aligned in what we’d like to see.

In the course of my internship, I’ve tried asking if sws in general have power/ the final say. The team didn’t quite answer the question. But perhaps I asked that too straightforward and too early without rapport. But perhaps the currents run deep under the still waters.