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wench-and-jezebel · 2 years ago

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NCIS Reaction: High Seas

Wench (@scripted-downfall) reacts [with (maybe) occasional asides by Jezebel (@typicalopposite)]

Oh god. MEN

“Wandered off" code for dying, more like [☠️☠️☠️☠️ Wandered off to the next life]

Ooh, more pretty boat work

THE PHONE WORKS AGAIN

"Gibbs. Talk." Buddy. That's. "Make your voice a mail"-coded.

"On the Enterprise?!?!" DAMN. Didn't realize NCIS extends to space. Er, the final frontier.

Why does this look like the Marvel helicarrier thing

I see that everyone likes Burley to some degree

NOT DUCKY BEING PETTY WITH THE CRICKET BALL

Kate being over-confident again. I pray that she gets lost now. [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Yep I’m already lost ☠️☠️]

Oof, poor Tony. "Gibbs must have told you about me?" "No, actually, Abby mentioned it in passing." "Oh." "Just assigned?" "Two years." "Huh."

We're back to being mean to Tony again. Kicking him out of the room is so mean :(

aksfdj am I in the wrong episode; that mail carrier was in the other episode and there was a body in it alksdjf

[She lost] WHAT DID I SAYYYY

"Any idea who provided the meth?" Walter White, duh [☠️☠️☠️]

[You don’t sound like you’re trying to help out, Gibbs ☠️]

Not Kate still being lost. Oh, right place, finally! [Seems like she’s just tryin to see some nakey men] Yer not wrong. She went to the men's room and then to the barracks, where she wasn't supposed to be.

"Fourth-generation Navy" Damn. I'd watch out for them, then, if they think he shamed their name.

"Well, I've got news for you; he did" Madam, you don't know this. The evidence has not proven this. Don't make a theory before you have proof, and don't slander a man if you don't know for sure. (aka: Kate is aggravating me again)

Wait, I know this dude. [Tony? 😂 me too. Kidding. Wait, he does look familiar.] I know him from The Glades... And he was in a Burn Notice, a Criminal Minds... and some of Big Sky, and I haven't seen those yet, but it’s still interesting to know

"They gotta be ready. Tomorrow, it might not be search-and-rescue" Bravo, dude

"Still, don't you ever lay off, give your men a break?' The implications of Tony asking this given what I've said about Gibbs, though.

He gonna die btw

Dammit, he didn’t die (That. Sounded harsh. I meant “dammit, my prediction was wrong.”)

[Tony jealous] Okay, but you don't see anything unfair about Gibbs showering praise on Stanley compared to how he treats Tony? [No I agree lol Is this the one where he actually praises Tony 🤔] He better

"Had your eyes glued to some little-" Do go on. [☠️☠️☠️ Gibbs, you dog]

Kate’s lost!!!! [Kate’s lost ☠️] Finally getting a comeuppance for her arrogance [Poor guys like, why so angry smol lady?] Dark Angel: A Summary

[You watch 👀 Nooo. You watching them beat it]

"Lost?" "No." Yeah, right. "It's going fine" False. "It was confusing at first" It still is, wdym. Kate, just ‘fess up. 😂😂😂😂

Y'all, the chances this is them actually taking the drugs are not. likely.

Y'all. You have no evidence of any of this. And why would two separate people give themselves so much they almost die? Unless they're using the same batch and it's contaminated or something, this makes no sense.

[Oh nooooo he dyin] "He dead" more like [Oooof]

Maybe I'm naive but I don't buy that they did it themselves.

[Ahh you and Kate agree] Ooh, I wanna speak about this. I’m finishing this scene before midpoint reaction time. [Ok lol I do think this is the one he praises Tony in. It’s a Gibbs praise. But yeah ☠️😂]

– – –

Midpoint reaction time!

Okay, so. Kate started out annoying me with her "I can navigate just fine, hmph!" routine, but she's gotten better. Her good humor about the getting-lost thing with Tony was endearingly wry, and I appreciate it. Also, she did try to... not commiserate, and console is strong, but... idk, help?

Which brings me to Gibbs, who just. This is aggravating me. I understand that you've said there's a backstory I don't know about. Sure, fine. Whatever. I know that he and Stanley worked together before, and that was a different time. Yeah. Okay. I follow. But he's still being an asshole. And if he's capable of not being an asshole, then it's all the worse that he is being an asshole. And I've never been one of those people who thinks "being really harsh on someone pushes them to succeed in a way that kindness or geniality won't" because, frankly, that's stupid. I've worked in both environments over the years, and yeah, I managed to work decently well in both, but I worked better in an environment where, sure, I was expected to do well and held to that standard (and chastised if I didn't), but also got some kind of positive feedback too. Tough love is great and all, but it's gotta be tough love, not just tough.

Gibbs is clearly capable of maintaining his standards while still praising the recipient — I point to the banter session with Stanley about "this is all you could find?" "At least I don't contaminate evidence while bagging-and-tagging it" — so I refuse to accept that he can't do it with Tony. Hell, he even sprinkles praise into his conversations with Kate. And Abby. (Not really with Ducky yet, but idk if I'd expect that; they seem more like equals, tbh, than a supervisor and a supervisee.)

And, whatever Kate says, I've yet to see a reason that the thing between Stan and Gibbs is substantially different from Tony and Gibbs. (One may develop, but I haven't seen/noticed it yet.) Instead, it feels like a blatant double-standard, and a bit of a shove-it-in-Tony's-face situation. Which might be iffy writing, or might be the intent, idk. [The lack of a difference is likely a writing flaw again. You don’t see it but your suppose to just accept it’s there] DAMMIT, WRITERS, I CAN’T READ YOUR FREAKING MINDS. SHOW, DON’T TELL IS A BASIC PRINCIPLE OF STORYTELLING. Someone skipped the lore dump to get ahead to “solving the problem,” I see. (Callback to this post on main.)

[Which this is all fair. I get why you’re frustrated and when I first watched it kinda frustrated me too. But again I watch it and take it as the haha Tony’s jealous I think it’s meant to be. And not the deeper meaning that’s really fucked up to Tony.] Yeah. I get there are different ways of viewing it, and, again, intellectually, I understand what they were going for. But it missed the mark, in my opinion, because it's... idk. I'm always bothered by mean humor that, I feel, kinda cuts to the core more than it ought. "The Curious Case of Dean Winchester" in SPN? Pissed me the fuck off.

[And see I thought the curious case was hilarious the first time I watched it.] Oh, god, no, I hated it. So much. All the jokes at the fact that he'd literally lost so much — in a sacrifice for Bobby — that he'd come to rely on? The alleged "humor" of him suddenly not being able to do stuff because he's 80 freaking years old, and Sam (in all of his youthful energy) finding it so funny? Bobby being all mocking about "oh, you're such a wuss for not dealing with conditions that popped into your system without any warning; I've managed to deal with that stuff for years (when it happened gradually and came about naturally due to aging and not me betting away my life to save my crotchety-ass father figure). How dare this be a readjustment!!?!?" [😂😂😂 again all fair!] And the added injustice… The reason Bobby's more crotchety than normal? Because he had lost something that was core to his personality, all at once, with zero warning, and had lost the ability to do as much physically as a result. The "humor" is at best so hypocritical, and muchhhhh more blatantly (to me), so mean-spirited that I just. God, that episode turns my stomach. I like the witch doing it, and I like some elements, but I'm never watching that again if I can help it.

Anyway... this isn't a SPN reaction, so back to NCIS :) [😂😂😂] Gibbs just. Bothers me. Even ifffff it's intended well. Which I kinda doubt. It's not cool. And I guarantee that it's not a coincidence that, in the same episode, he was asking the chief if he ever gave his men a break. The writers might be trying to tell-not-show that Gibbs and Tony actually have a decent relationship, and it's a different decent relationship from Gibbs and Stan, but they're show-not-telling that they don't. And that Gibbs might be fine with it, but Tony's clearly not feeling great about it. [Fair. And that’s making me sound like a broken record ☠️ but I do get it]

– – –

I’m an idiot, btw. [☠️☠️☠️ you’re not but go on] I was sitting here through that entire midpoint reaction thinking that Kate had some prior knowledge about Gibbs relationship with Stan, right? But she just joined. She didn’t, at all. [☠️☠️☠️] She just joined. More recently than Tony alfjkdslkasdjfq [☠️☠️☠️]

Also, I'm sorry, but talking to the bodies is such a lonely-person-needing-company move. Which is only making the Gibbs-constantly-interrupts-and/or-dismisses-Ducky's-attempts-to-talk even more annoying. Like, he hasn't done that this episode (to my recollection), but in general. I've talked about it in the past.

Also, Gibbs bringing Stan his sandwich order; damn, but they're really shoving this down our throat, aren't they. Literally. [😂😂😂😂 very true!]

Dude, I'm actually starting to like Kate more than Gibbs. [☠️☠️☠️] This is shocking.

Once again; Stan gets teased, but it’s just. Not the same.

Wait, is Reyes the guy we were talking about earlier? [I think so] Because I don’t want him to be the bad guy asldfj [I also don’t think so 😉] Good!

Kate, that was answered already. I guess he was talking to Tony, but still.

Oof, talk about a harsh workplace environment

DUDE. THIS (using an IV bag of air to induce an embolism) IS HOW JARVIS KILLS HIMSELF IN PUPPET MASTERS; I LOVE THAT FILM

[Plot twist: Ducky’s the murderer.] sldkfjlsjk that’s basically how Jarvis acted in Puppet Masters [“YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD” HORRIBLE ACTING MR (idk his name)]

Wait, what? I’m sorry, false. Many types of people know that air + blood = death. I knew that [☠️☠️☠️] Okay, fine, I’m in medicine: my sister knows that (mathematician). [I knew that] There we go! [I knew it from the omen… but I knew it] I’m officially making the prediction that Wilkes committed suicide.

DUDE IT LOOKS LIKE THEY’RE GOING THAT DIRECTION. JUST SAYING: IF WILKES DID IT HIMSELF I CLAIM THE PREDICTION VICTORY

I CALLED IT. HAH!!!

Poor Abby alsdjf [☠️☠️☠️ What do you want me to do with all this pee]

Tell me they race. [I think so] THEY’RE RACING

I’m gonna cry if Kate wins

Noooooooo. I called it but nooooo. [☠️☠️☠️☠️]

Dude, I feel like NCIS is pulling these plots outta nowhere. I’m sorry but. Why. I keep asking. Why would they take that much without being more careful.

[You love those men… sir]

I’m pinning my hopes on them not having taken the drugs knowingly btw. I stake my prediction reputation on this.

Jesus fuck, leave Tony alone [I think Kate was trying to help ☠️ just didn’t work] I. Don’t think so. But maybe. Out of curiosity, do we ever find out about why he kept transferring? [I think so 🤔🤔🤔]

If they’re not being slipped it, I’m gonna be mad. Because I repeat. Unless the batch were contaminated. The motivation makes no sense. They’re not explaining why they’re suddenly taking so much that it’s not hidden anymore.

HAH! They didn’t know they were taking meth! I will accept this! AND IT FITS MY THEY-DIDN’T-KNOW-THEY-WERE-INGESTING-IT THEORY! (My prediction reputation is safe!) I win

And I guess the overdoses — or, rather, the now-observed symptoms — were because he didn’t tell them what it was and they were addicted, so they kept taking them without being concerned with adverse effects? One of the few times they don’t aggressively shove the explanation at us and it’s the one time that would be useful. [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]

I’m watching at an awkward angle, but it looked like he was smirking alsdkfj

[Maybe it is Reyes] Naw, really? :) [I could have swore it wasn’t tho ☠️☠️☠️]

I hope this dude isn’t actually sick or anything; I hope that’s a con. I suspect it is, but I very much hope so.

Lovely; awesome; very happy now. Glad he’s not seriously sick

Ooh, and Reyes took that pretty damn well, ngl. [Right!?]

Okay, they’re not wrong about Reyes betraying trust, but it does bear mentioning that Wilkes’ family was kinda. Um. Complicit. In him dying. Since his dad kinda pushed him to it.

“You gonna go getting all huggy on me?” = “No chick flick moments”

That. [Hm.] If that’s your version of Gibbs giving praise. I question. [Must be a different episode] alksdjfl;aksjdf;lakjsdf [Cause there is one where someone starts bad mouthing Tony. And it’s a similar situation. But Gibbs goes off. And Tony’s like 👁👄👁 And it ends with like a you like me your really like me moment and Gibbs is like.. now I don’t.] Well, I look forward to it, I suppose. I still maintain, though, that verbal communication is better than assuming that he’d go “oh, look, he deigned to say my name; woot”

Thus does it end!

– – –

Anyway… I don’t have that much to add, really. Decent episode, though I don’t know how to feel about the writing. I guess Stan talking to Tony about Gibbs default setting was good, but I’m not sure it makes much sense. Unless the point is he just. Likes Kate that much that he didn’t do the whole “call by the wrong name” thing? Also, we have no proof that Tony didn’t get called a different name than his actual one on his first days. So this is really illogical, tbh. I feel like it was crammed in at the end to excuse the rest without actually. you know. excusing the rest.

I liked Kate this episode (with the exception of her little “well, he did dishonor the Navy” thing at the beginning) Her banter with Tony — and even, *sigh*, the fact that she won the race — was well done. Ducky was in it a criminally short amount of time; same with Abby

idk. Decent episode, but it’s got some iffy bits. And Gibbs annoyed me, obviously, as I’m sure you’re shocked to hear.

[Again, it’s likely that stuff was just to be assumed. Which I agree is dumb.] LKSAJDF MA’AM I DO NOT DO WELL WITH ILLOGIC. WE’RE GONNA HAVE THIS CONVERSATION SO MANY TIMES [Well ma’am idk what to tell you ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️] “just cry” [☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️]

That’s all, folks :)

#ncis #ncis reactions #reactions #episode reactions #leroy jethro gibbs #kate todd #tony dinozzo #abby scuito #donald mallard #s01e06 #high seas #wench (pr)

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1zashreena1 · 4 years ago

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Quarantine- New Ranch Flavor! -5

18+, m/f, technically OCxDiego Jimenez [Power]

Summary: Princess is stranded in NYC with her Murder Panther for the duration of the quarantine. As a high risk patient she has no choice but to isolate as much as possible. Simulated domesticity ensues. Princess texts a running commentary to her bff Lisa.

WARNINGS: Ridiculous descriptions and ‘the code is more like guidelines’ outlook on grammar. Is it OOC if the character was given essentially zero development in canon???

No actual smut, nasty ass snack foods, plus size insecurity, unprotected sex, feels are icky, plus size woman+fit man, bad boys with too much money and not enough impulse control, secondary OCs, excessive swearing (???), illegal business dealings… I mean, its DIEGO

A/N: Princess took on a life of her own and has essentially become an OC. There are infrequent mentions of her description (specifically as plus size) and her actual name in later pieces (its Bicki). She started as self-insert so she looks like me (plus size, white, short, blue eyes, curly hair). If that is not your thing, I totally understand. And do not feel obligated to read this, I will not be offended!

I’m not a fan of “plot” so be aware that most of this series is just meandering through their relationship, angst-fluff-smut whiplash style. But with dick jokes.

TAGLIST: @chelsfic @symbiont13 @nicke0115 @bunnykjm @rosee-sensuelle @girlpornparadise @mandoplease @heresathreebee @xxsteph-enrixx @jetiikad @joalsglasses @mutantcookiesecrets @demoncatstone @squidlywiddly87

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged.

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Thursday 11:22am

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Day 1 and I literally have an ice pack on my pussy and

Hold on he’s not wearing pants again gtg

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Friday 9:49am

From Princess

Video chatting with sister when Diego walks past in the background… shirtless.

She put her phone down (my entire screen was just ceiling) and I could hear her crying. Hung up after 10 min

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Friday 10:14pm

From Princess

He sucks ass at Jenga and its adorable

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Saturday 11:49am

From Princess

I was provided a to-do list for the day.

It's just his name

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Sunday 1:32pm

From Princess

We have sorted every liquid in the penthouse into 2 categories:

Potential Lube

Definitely Not Lube

Except we’re arguing about ranch dressing

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Sunday 2:17pm

From Princess

Update: Ranch went into the Not Lube category because it “smells nasty when it gets warm” This fact was previously unknown to me and I was afraid to ask for more details

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Monday 8:40am

From Princess

Morning announcements include the fact that 8:37 is the earliest he has ever gotten up

I’m worried about losing my job. Diego advises me to apply to Dyson because I “never lose suction”

Am I offended or proud of myself? It’s not even 9am

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Tuesday 1:12am

From Princess

This is the most weed I have ever consumed in my life (I know, not a high bar) Why is he hanging upside down off the couch making motorboat noises??

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Tuesday 1:14am

From Princess

Ahh. He was composing a poem about my tits

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Tuesday 2:49am

From Princess

The railing up the stairs to the bedroom does not in fact support my weight. Pole dance competition is OFF

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Tuesday 2:57am

From Princess

You know that thing you do with my bras? Where you put it on like a headband and it makes mickey mouse ears?

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Wednesday 11:17am

From Princess

Julio required to give 10 min warning prior to arrival so Diego can take off his pants

Yes you read that right

Freak

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Wednesday 11:19am

From Princess

Yes you do so know who Julio is. Big, round, only wears ivory/eggshell/off white/ThisIsMy 2ndWedding colored blazers. Jeez Lisa you're not old enough for dementia yet girl

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Wednesday 12:52pm

From Princess

I have played myself. Just ate an entire cheesesteak while being a cockwarmer

Turns out I’m the freak

Julio present and accounted for

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Thursday 9:37am

From Princess

He’s crunching a bowl of something via spoon. I ask what it is. Crushed cheez-its and mayonnaise. What in the actual fuck this man is a literal monster

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

Edible body paint works on windows. Had to sit on his shoulders but this is the largest ‘FUCK’ I have ever written. Very proud

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Thursday 12:22pm

From Princess

Bottom half of the ‘C’ has transferred onto my ass. But 7 orgasms. Pick your battles

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Thursday 11:47pm

From Princess

Tried a pickled habanero. He’s still face down in the rug crying with laughter. It’s been 10 min dude come on

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Friday 10:12am

From Princess

Me: Why are you so heavy?

Diego: I keep eating you

Me: High five

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Friday 3:17pm

From Princess

He’s trying to “conduct business” via 3 cellphones. Would offer my tablet but I’m too pretty for prison. Gonna take a nap

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Friday 4:41pm

From Princess

Pants are forbidden in the bedroom. We’re just making the rules up as we go I see

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Saturday 9:59am

From Princess

He’s sitting in the corner of the window walls staring dejectedly outside. I hear the tiniest forlorn whisper “THOSE people are outside”

Too cute--must blow---BRB

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Saturday 1:32pm

From Princess

Angry texting. Muttering “No I can’t go outside and no you can’t come in here. Bitch…. No no, delete delete delete”

Me: Where is your sister anyway? LA?

Him: Very Squinty Eyes

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Saturday 9:22pm

From Princess

My ass is stuck in the kitchen sink. While he was very helpful getting me in here he is of no assistance getting me out.

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Saturday 11:46pm

From Princess

Apparently ‘douchecanoe twatwaffle jerkface’ is the most hilarious insult he has ever heard. My brilliance is unparalleled

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Sunday 5:51am

From Princess

Me: Hey what’s the worst thing you’ve ever put in your mouth?

Him outrageously offended: I’m not answering that!

Him: ... you first

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Sunday 7:12pm

From Princess

Is it a legit massage if he has to pause in the middle to jack off?

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Monday 11:06am

From Princess

Ordered groceries via Amazon Prime drone delivery. Sitting on the rooftop patio wrapped up together in a ginormous blankie waiting.

Does this count as a date?

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Monday 1:13pm

From Princess

Drone arrived. I lost my shit. Coolest thing ever. He’s frantically ordering more stuff because I haven’t looked this ecstatic since the time he rubbed my feet then went down on me for 2 hrs

Hold up change of plans

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

stubble burn on bottom of feet :-/

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Monday 6:44pm

From Princess

We can both fit in the jacuzzi tub. Almost drowned when his phone rang and we both spazzed out

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Tuesday 10:10am

From Princess

Today’s formal edict: He will only be referring to himself in the 3rd person. I am required to do as told. Should not be this turned on

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Tuesday 11:58am

From Princess

Watching him try to answer calls like this is a level of hilarity I could not have predicted

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Tuesday 1:53pm

From Princess

He gave me a crash course in chem. Still don’t know anything but it was hot as hell

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Tuesday 2:57pm

From Princess

Despite all evidence to the contrary I’m a Good Girl. Did as I was told. Got rewarded. 13 times

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Tuesday 5:33pm

From Princess

Unlocked a tiny piece of tragic backstory*™: He’s never been to a zoo :-(

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Wednesday 11:24am

From Princess

Julio and Bastian brought 4 pizzas. Currently eating them individually sitting in a giant square in the living room SOCIAL DISTANCING

Like he wasn’t inside me 10 min ago wtf

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Wednesday 11:25am

From Princess

Yes cute driver Bastian. Btw you are barking up the wrong tree girl. His favorite animal is bears lol

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Wednesday 12:39pm

From Princess

Garlic butter: lube or no? Round table discussion happening.

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Wednesday 1:19pm

From Princess

I won in favor of No

Me: slams hands down on table

Me: HAVE YOU EVER HAD A YEAST INFECTION???

All men present: :-[

:-[

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Wednesday 1:32pm

From Princess

Diego: puts garlic butter cup in the empty box and slides the whole mess off table to the floor without breaking eye contact. My sugar daddy is truly a murder panther

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Wednesday 3:49pm

From Princess

Flipping channels (he only has 5000) when he comes downstairs from the bedroom wearing Ginormous Blankie as cape.

Him: Can we do the thing again?

Me: Gotta be way more specific babe

Him: Flaps blankie like wings and gives me puppy dog eyes

Him: You know. Thing. On the roof. ...please?

Did

Did he just ask me to cuddle???

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Wednesday 5:58pm

From Princess

Can confirm roof cuddles. He fell asleep with his face mashed into my neck-shoulder after watching sunset. Every time I move he whimpers and squeezes tighter. I don't know what is happening but it kinda hurts in my chest

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Wednesday 9:12pm

From Princess

Me: You know those girls you send away when I come up? There's one that sorta begrudgingly likes me?

Him, stuffing a 2nd Oreo into his mouth(there's already a whole 1 in there)

Him: Frahnthessga?

Me: Yeah! Can I fuck her?

….I should worry about my job again pretty sure Murder Panther Sugar Daddy is dead

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Wednesday 10:48pm

From Princess

We splintered the plexiglass-divider-shower-wall thingy. His solution was to just hold all 215lbs of me up in the air and finish. I have no words

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Thursday 4:12am

From Princess

I can hear him on the phone downstairs listing names. I don't know these people. I'm going in the bathroom to run water so I can't hear anything else

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Thursday 9:02am

From Princess

I slept thru a breakfast meeting. There's a laptop and a box of 1 doz Boston cream donuts labeled PRINCESS on the bar counter. He's watching news with Julio + Bastian on the couch. Odd but ok I got fave donuts so whatevs

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Thursday 9:17am

From Princess

On 3rd donut when I catch him staring. Can only see from eyes up bc he's peering at me over back of the couch. Have inadvertently activated Horny Murder Panther mode via accidental slutty licking of cream filling.

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Thursday 11:40am

From Princess

Me: I don't like avocado

Diego: bitch what the fuck

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Thursday 12:10pm

From Princess

He asked what the deal was with white people and meatloaf. I requested clarification on food or music. He's confused it's fucking adorable

BUT NOW I HAVE TO EXPLAIN THE ENTIRE GENRE OF CLASSIC ROCK

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Thursday 2:14pm

From Princess

I'm making a meatloaf for dinner. Also brownies. TV is still on???

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Thursday 4:24pm

From Princess

Found a big round can of guava paste in the back of the fridge. He's spoon feeding it to me while watching me make meatloaf

Diego: I did not realize you were so… domesticated

Me, no brain to mouth filter: Yeah well gettin dicked down 3x a day will do that to a girl

Please send hitman asap

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Thursday 5:10pm

From Princess

He just turned TV off. Local news was listing all major crimes in NYC today. Last story was 6 bodies found inside meat plant freezer, execution style kills with "on-site" equipment. When I whisper Dafuq?? he distractedly mutters 'captive bolt pistol'

He's texting again

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Thursday 5:39pm

From Princess

I kinda wanna come home now

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Thursday 7:48pm

From Princess

I have converted another person to meatloaf lover (food not music)

On 3rd brownie when he declares: I am never letting you leave again. Mine now

Look up from rolling my eyes to receive Super Intense I Can See Into Your Soul Diego Stare

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Thursday 9:50pm

From Princess

He's looking for a scary movie via voice command on remote. Other hand is on my foot. I can't even see my foot. What is the actual purpose of hands that big?? What is the evolutionary goal to this endgame? ?? Why am I wet just thinking about a h a n d ?????

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Friday 12:34am

From Princess

Con: This asshole is delighted to learn that I don't like scary movies

Pro: Hiding my face in his chest means I fucking feel the rumble when he laughs at me. I think I'm developing a heart condition. Hurts again.

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Friday 1:40am

From Princess

He's rubbing his face all over my stomach. I don't like this. Sir why. Please it's literally the least attractive part of me

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Friday 2:11am

From Princess

He likes it…? I don't see. How does. But it's.

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Friday 3:47am

From Princess

He's asleep on my stomach after spending 40 min declaring his love for belly

I'm crying and I can't stop. My whole chest hurts. What is this. Is this the most long game prank ever. There's no way he's for real. I'm afraid. Do you think I should try to escape?? Please you know I'm not easily frightened but I just. Please text back I need my BFF

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Friday 7:18am

From Princess

Woke up in bed alone and naked. Gonna grab a shirt and handle this. I can't just ignore it. This is probably a bad idea but I can't just let it go. If you don't hear back from me by noon call my parents. I love you

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Friday 11:38am

From Princess

Halfway down the stairs 3 dudes I don't know come out of the office, Diego and Julio follow. They take 1 look at me and launch into laughter and some rude fucking spanish. I'm rusty but I know fucking "fat bitch" tyvm. Diego picks this mf up by the throat and throws him into the elevator. Drags the other 2 in and... no one has come back since

Been locked in the bathroom. I'm afraid to hear anything

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Friday 1:48pm

From Princess

Relocated to closet earlier. Reading. I'm 2 chapters in and I don't even remember the title. Gonna take an ativan. Hands are shaking

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Friday 2:27pm

From Princess

You know what? I don't even care. Like as long as it's never directed at me I just don't care.

It's too late I'm in too deep. I don't know if I can even come home after this. I'm not who everyone thinks I am. I don't know who I am. I'm turning the phone off now I'm sorry but I just need everything to stop for a while

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Friday 7:48pm

From Princess

I'm ok, sorry for the dramatics. Woke up still in the closet corner but under Ginormous Blankie and can hear shower running. Decide it's time to put my big girl panties on and march in there. No I did not learn from the last time. Standby

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Friday 9:22pm

From Princess

We're good.

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Friday 11:49pm

From Princess

Ok. Marched into bathroom, launched into speech: I'm sorry but I did not know anyone was here. You have to leave me a note or something. Please tell me I did not ruin anything

Him, still in shower: Get your ass in here.

It was a literal growl

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Friday 11:50pm

From Princess

Apparently that guy had been fucking up small time and Diego was waiting for him to fuck up big time. I will never see all 3 of them again (No do not ask)Yes it was frustrating but not mad at me. Ok a little because his sister hired that guy and now he has to explain the dude's ...disappearance. Without mentioning me. No one can know about me I am a "liability"

Um ouch..? I think?? Chest pain again

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Friday 11:51pm

From Princess

He's been asleep, I'm just staring at the ceiling. Demanded I let him prove that he would never put hands on me that I don't want. I thought he was gonna cry. I did start crying but said yes. Not gentle per se, but definitely ...emotional? Like soft sex. Slow soft sex but with emotions?? I'm lost

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Friday 11:54pm

From Princess

Please tell me no. Talk me out of this. Tell me I'm fucknuts and I need to just come home and be reasonable and sensible. You know when you stand at a ledge and a little voice tells you Just jump. Do it. Go

Do I want all in? Can I do this? I should not do this. I should not care about him. Especially like this. I just. When I'm not here this is all I think about. No one else makes me feel this way

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Friday 11:56pm

From Princess

I'm hysterical right? This will go away if I just sleep. I can't stop looking at him. Touching his face, hair. Ever since the Kitchen Blowup (after the first fight??is it a fight if you're not technically in a relationship?) he's been different. Careful?? Like he really listened to me and heard. I can see him trying. Like reining in his knee jerk reactions and stopping to think before he says stuff to me. What am I supposed to do?

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Friday 11:59pm

From Princess

I want to trust him. I want to be spoiled and fucked senseless and all the giggles and private planes and shopping sprees and sleeping in til noon. But what about the other side? Constantly looking over my shoulder? Worrying that he might not come home from whatever the fuck he's out doing? The other actual supermodel hot women??? I'm not naive.

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Saturday 12:10am

From Princess

I just need to turn this off. Shut it down. Cut off emotions and just fuck. I can't do this and I can't have him for keeps. So it's time to be realistic. After this shitty quarantine ends I'll take whatever cash he wants to give me and go home. I can move if I have to. It's not hard to change your name these days. This whole nightmare will be the hilarious rumors in my future nursing home

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Saturday 4:44am

From Princess

Got up at like 350 for the bathroom. When I crawled back into bed he yanked me backwards to be smashed into/under him. Buried face into my hair and ordered:

Stop

Leaving

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Saturday 9:10am

From Princess

Woke up alone. Gathered shirt. Did surveillance from top of stairs. Music blasting. Bastian and Diego are working out. I had to sit down for a while

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Saturday 9:40am

From Princess

Finally made it down the stairs. Eating donuts while watching live action porn

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Saturday 10:27am

From Princess

Show's over. Diego announces he is going to shower with a wink. I am staying on this barstool with my donuts. I am determined

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Saturday 10:38am

From Princess

Sharing donuts with Bastian. He is staring at me

Me: ...wut?

Bastian: You know I haven't driven Franchesca anywhere in 4 months

I don't know how long I've been sitting here staring at this half eaten donut but Bastian is gone

Shower still running

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Saturday 1:36pm

From Princess

Slut level 7: Shower blowjob

Realized I have to wash my hair now. He demands to do it??

Diego: How much fucking conditioner is this going to take?

Me drooling blissfully: Uhhh... please not that word right now

...I literally heard Horny Murder Panther transition happen.

He did not touch anything but my head. Came via voice command. How the fuck

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Saturday 1:39pm

From Princess

Then it was Round 2 still dripping wet in the bed. No idea how he recovered that fast not looking gift horse in the mouth. Haha Horse

Also slow soft again? Does this mean something?? I feel like I'm missing some key piece of info. Never had a dude like kiss all over my face and stroke my hair. What is this gentle?? Don't like the whole looking into my eyes thing

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Saturday 3:02pm

From Princess

Received an assignment. Was trying to budget for next month (on my new laptop! Whole Microsoft office package!! SPREADSHEETS!!!)

Instructed to help fix what I fucked up…?

It's resumes. He wants me to look at resumes. Um

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Saturday 4:12pm

From Princess

We traded laptops. I picked 3 resumes for 'warehouse labor' This is fucking surreal

Got my laptop back and… all the internet tabs were closed?? I was paying all my bills dude wtf. His phone rings but before he walks off tells me the title will be mailed to me. ?????

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Saturday 4:47pm

From Princess

He's still in the office on the phone. I'm in the closet in shock. He paid my loans. He paid my Loans. He Paid My Fucking Loans OFF

CAR

STUDENT LOANS

$$$$$ 30,000 $$$$$

THIRTY GRAND

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Saturday 4:52pm

From Princess

No you can't have him if I don't want him!! Fuck you

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Saturday 5:32pm

From Princess

Bastian came back, left a big box on the counter, said "This is for you honey" and left again. Diego still in the office.

...should I open it or wait for him to come out??

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Saturday 5:36pm

From Princess

Fuck it. I'm opening this shit

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Saturday 5:42pm

From Princess

It's a very large Brahmin bag.

Holy fuck its gorgeous

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Saturday 5:47pm

From Princess

You know what? You Know What?

IT'S KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0 TIME

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Sunday 8:42am

From Princess

I think we're ok? I actually uh, accidentally recorded um… everything-ish. And I might send it to you later. But right now things are kinda wobbly and I just wanna enjoy everything while I can. I'll check back in later. We're going to bed now

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Sunday 1:58pm

From Princess

Woke up to 1 gigantic hand stroking down my back. 2nd hand stuffed up my pussy to the knuckle. Villain voice directly into left ear. Memory hazy after that

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Sunday 3:01pm

From Princess

Do Oreos in bed at 3pm count as breakfast? My hips hurt

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Sunday 6:40pm

From Princess

Ok we all know I'm very much A Freak. Trysexual if you will. Only way to know you don't like it is to try it right? So anal. Never really worked. Great in theory really unpleasant in practice.

Turns out others were trying to insert the wrong appendage. Related: I fucking love beards

e v e r y w h e r e

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Sunday 10:40pm

From Princess

Yes I know you wanna know about KITCHEN BLOWUP 2.0, someday I'll tell you about v.1. It's complicated. There are feels. I can't take the vague, wishy washy, up in the air status. So it went kinda like this

Me: You want to "keep" me? Wtf does that even mean?? And how, via purchasing me??? Don't get me wrong, I like being spoiled. I'm not an idiot. But you don't even know me

He looked like I stabbed him. It was horrible

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Sunday 10:42pm

From Princess

So I laid it all out: I lived in my car for a while in my 20s. Escaped an abusive ex after 8 yrs. Survived cancer at 26. Did 2 rounds of trade school just to be scraping by at like $15 an hour. That you just paid off like it was nothing. You try to protect me from you and your life. But you have no idea what I've already survived.

So here's the deal: You wanna keep me?? Then I get to keep you.

But it's everything. If I can't have everything then I don't want anything. And if it can't be ONLY me then I gotta go. I'm not a back up plan or a convenience.

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Sunday 10:50pm

From Princess

At this point I'm scream-crying, gesticulating like I'm hysterical. He's collapsed on the floor at my feet looking like I just killed his dog. Only makes me worse. I'm demanding an answer right fucking now. This is a disaster.

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Sunday 10:54pm

From Princess

He starts yelling about how he can't keep me if I'm dead. This isn't a fucking game and I'm just like Do I look like I'm playing right now?!?

Lisa, he was crying. Just kept repeating "She's right. She's fucking right. That bitch is right."

Head in his hands sobbing.

I couldn't.

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Sunday 10:59pm

From Princess

So I got down on my knees in front of him and reached for his hands. Just like the first blowup. I was terrified because he's obviously not in control and like I don't know the things he does but I Know. And the PTSD from ex… but I finally got him to look at me and asked him to just Tell Me.

And he did.

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Monday 12:04am

From Princess

If you had told me that night in the club that any of this would happen. That this man was capable of everything these past 10 months have brought. I would've taken you to the hospital myself.

He collapsed on me and was just begging me "Don't go don't go. Please stay. Stay just for now. Please. No one else no one." I have a lot to consider. Probably gonna be quiet for a few days. I'll text you when things calm down. He's asleep on my chest right now

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Monday 12:10am

From Princess

I mean 10 months...how many weekends have I been up here? 12? 16? And only twice did I reach out first and ask. I have stuff here. You saw the closet section. Every time I arrive there's coke and ketchup in the fridge. My face wash and toothbrush and a huge bottle of gel in the bathroom. Last time here he gave me the safe combo???

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Monday 12:14am

From Princess

YES THE SODA JFC

I mean, I've never seen ...other… in the fridge. I don't think it needs to be refrigerated???

I Don't Know Okay

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Monday 6:40am

From Princess

Woke up around 5 and he was just staring at me from like 2 inches away. He left once he realized I was awake. I didn't follow. He still hasn't come back to bed yet. Should I go find him?

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Monday 11:38am

From Princess

Found him on the couch. Coffee table covered in vast array of firearms. Did not realize there were so many in this penthouse. Little uncomfortable. But I'm a fast learner with good mechanical skills so now I can do gun stuff. Please don't ask me about it

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Monday 11:41am

From Princess

Ok yesss. We had the stupid movie cliche moment of big tough guy stands behind damsel to teach some physical skill. Gawd.

...yeah doing it feels better than watching. You happy now???

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Monday 2:28pm

From Princess

Mood swing. He declared vengeance on behalf of his closet. I have worn too many shirts. This cannot continue. ????? Stay tuned

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Monday 2:59pm

From Princess

This man runs the largest distribution enterprise in the western hemisphere.

Currently stuck in one of my $6 tank tops from Target.

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Monday 4:17pm

From Princess

I'm out a tank top. And a thong. Go ahead and just think about that

...But I'm still wearing one of his shirts :-D

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Monday 5:48pm

From Princess

Instead of admitting defeat he decided to forcibly remove the shirt from me. Since I have to be difficult, I ran. If this place wasn't soundproof there would be so many police here.

What level of fucked up is it to enjoy screaming No!, while struggling, not less than 3 sec prior to orgasm??

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Monday 5:52pm

From Princess

The scale only goes to 10. You don't gotta be a bitch. Damn

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Monday 8:17pm

From Princess

14 days will be up this Thursday. But they're talking about extending it, really bad here. I'm scared. Gonna try a drink, maybe ativan because I'm starting to freak out.

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Monday 9:57pm

From Princess

Watching the news and I just sorta came unglued. Diego not really a soft/gentle guy (obvs) but once I got thru a blubber-cry explanation of immuno-compromised and cancer treatment I got full lap cuddles. I want this every time I'm upset. Warm and solid and big hands and soft nuzzles and scratchy velvet cheek kisses. Feel so tiny and safe

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Monday 11:40pm

From Princess

Think I'm fukced up. Everything feels good. Petting all the things

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Monday 11:44pm

From Princess

I'm fiiiiine. One drink. Once ativan. Thats it

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Monday 11:49pm

From Princess

Omgod ill be fine it's good donot call me

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Monday 11:55pm

From Princess

What are fiddlesticks? Like the worrd not a instrument accessory?why do we say that

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Tuesday 7:42am

From Princess

Holy shit I slept so good. I looked back thru the texts. Wtf was I doing?? I don't remember any of this

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Tuesday 8:32am

From Princess

He's giving me that all teeth smile. I'm very suspicious. And surprisingly not horny?? Am I dying?

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Tuesday 9:46am

From Princess

Have been informed that I was very adorable last night. I'm afraid to learn his definition of adorable

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Tuesday 10:12am

From Princess

Omg he has 3 hours of video

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Tuesday 11:17am

From Princess

I spent 45 min yelling about Pluto planet status being revoked and the kilogram definition being forever altered. He was very invested in the 2nd part. Legit academic discussion

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Tuesday 11:49am

From Princess

Next part: I decided to make a fried egg sandwich. He started recording like a cooking show. I almost lit my hair on fire.

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Tuesday 11:57am

From Princess

Oh I see where everything went wrong. I had 1 drink and 1 ativan. Then I finished his drink. Then I drank his replacement. Why tf did he let me do that??

"You were so cute! How could I say no to this face, bonita?"

...I will remember that

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Tuesday 12:13pm

From Princess

Apparently we exchanged playlists. This is not good

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Tuesday 12:28pm

From Princess

Omg I revealed the Murder Panther Sugar Daddy title. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit

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Tuesday 12:42pm

From Princess

I spent 40 min petting him all over while listing everything I liked and why. He is going to be insufferable for forever after this

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Tuesday 1:22pm

From Princess

Lisa. Lisa. Holy shit. He said we made a porno. I laughed. He fucking narrated an opening to it. I am dying I am going to die I am dead

Him, offscreen: Diego and Bicki make a Porno!

Me, onscreen, twerking on the bed in lace bra

Me: eeeeeeeeeeeeeee ASS AND TITTIES!!!

Diego pops into shot, giggling: Pretty Princess Pussy!!

The whole thing just dissolved into shaky blur and us laughing hysterically

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Tuesday 1:24pm

From Princess

No I'm not sharing it. What is wrONG WITH YOU??????

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Tuesday 3:44pm

From Princess

It… did not go the way I thought it would. And apparently he had not watched it either because we were both surprised.

That. Was not sex. Seeing the soft slow with emotions from the outside was pretty damning.

That was lovemaking

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Tuesday 6:32pm

From Princess

I'm locked in the bathroom. Everything is fucked.

I just… I just hid my face and said "I want to go home." Like a fucking coward hiding behind my hair, I took off upstairs and now I'm here. It's been a long time. I'm still alone

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Tuesday 6:39pm

From Princess

No shit Sherlock, I know I have intimacy issues.

Men don't love me. Sure I'm fun to fuck for a while. But they don't take a poor fat girl home. Come on, you've seen it firsthand. Clearly, since here I still am by myself

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Tuesday 6:42pm

From Princess

I don't know what I was thinking. I don't belong here. Guess I'll just ride out the last 2 days then come home

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Tuesday 6:45pm

From Princess

I think Julio is here. I can hear their voices but can't make out the words

Oh no his sister is here. They're yelling in Spanish, I can't catch any of it

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Tuesday 10:14pm

From Princess

They screamed for a while, then she finally left. Been silent ever since. I don't know if he's still here

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Tuesday 10:40pm

From Princess

He's definitely still here. There's a tantrum going on

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Wednesday 12:32am

From Princess

Fell asleep in the closet corner again. Except when I woke up he was wedged in there with me

Me: … um

Diego: I think I see why you do this

Then he went to sleep on me

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Wednesday 5:48am

From Princess

Have been talking since 3. Still in the closet.

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Wednesday 7:10am

From Princess

I'm coming home when this is over. I need some time and space to think.

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Wednesday 7:12am

From Princess

Is that even the right term? Do you 'break up' with a sugar daddy????

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Wednesday 7:13am

From Princess

NO I WANT TO KEEP HIM

BITCH I WILL STAB YOU

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Wednesday 7:16am

From Princess

Gonna shower and go to bed. You mention that last text and I literally will stab you. BFF or not

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Wednesday 4:40pm

From Princess

Just listened to an hour of descriptions of Mexico.

I am… tempted

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Wednesday 6:54pm

From Princess

I'm flying home Friday, they just lifted the travel ban here.

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Wednesday 6:59pm

From Princess

No, no one is happy here. We're both clingy disasters today

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Wednesday 7:17pm

From Princess

Went downstairs. It's a war zone. We came back upstairs

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Thursday 6:19am

From Princess

Couldn't sleep so I'm packing. Diego is watching me from the bed with the biggest, saddest puppy dog eyes in existence.

Effect kinda ruined because I can see his bare ass

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Thursday 6:22am

From Princess

Why would you ask me that? You know he's an exhibitionist

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Thursday 6:23am

From Princess

I can't decide if you're the Best or the Worst BFF ever. Gawd

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Thursday 6:25am

From Princess

...IMAGE LOADING…

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Thursday 6:27am

From Princess

Yeah. You see my dilemma now???

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Thursday 6:28am

From Princess

Yes I bite it! What is wrong with you today???

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Thursday 6:43pm

From Princess

He spent entire day attached to me. I..??? What do I do with a clingy cartel boss drug lord?? Its too much

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Friday 8:52am

From Princess

I'm on the plane. He rode here with me. Looked so… broken. Feel like a monster. But I'm scared

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Friday 1:45pm

From Princess

Lisa. LISA. LISA.

I'm home but but he. Omg

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Friday 2:38pm

From Princess

There's a tiny stuffed panther in my bag with a note: I just want to be with you

My very own Tiny Murder Panther

#damnit diego #murder panther #zash writes #24 fucking 7 hours in this house #rough me up then dick me down #so many feels #literally filth #nasty ass food

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neuroscience TA! joshua

pairing: joshua hong x reader (n) genre: it’s all fluff sorry warnings(?): swearing and just really casual writing in bullet points lol word count: 2,044 a/n: i barely proofread this and this is nothing like what i usually write but i’ve been thinking about this since the start of the new semester and welp here we are. a/a/n: i just realized.. people might not really know what a TA/teaching assistant is! usually someone who is working towards their doctoral degree and are obligated to assist teaching a course in their department, usually in charge of teaching discussion/supplemental sections~ ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

3rd year phd candidate

does research on neural circuit mechanisms in aging adults

big geek about brains, shows a thirty minute long video of a sheep brain dissection for the first day of section

people fell asleep but it’s fine bc josh is so excited about the video and everyone finds it endearing

always dresses so casually!! comes to class wearing sweats and plain black t-shirts (probably buys them in packs for $3)

but he still has the reputation among the undergraduate students as the “hot neuro TA”

cracks jokes w/ his students all the time

literally everyone wants to take the class that joshua hong is TAing

“joshua what are you teaching next semester??” “topics in advanced neuroimaging, you gonna take it?” “never mind, good luck”

brings his dog named peanut to class all the time

peanut is a giant ass st. bernard who likes to walk around the class and sleep next to people’s feet

super adorable but also a big Drooler

you’re the other teaching assistant for the same neuroanatomy class, but in the psychology department

you’re super down to earth!! honestly you treat your students like friends, talking to them super casually

but when class starts, you know how to get down to business and you’re super passionate about what you’re talking about

the psych undergrads have a ton of respect for you, because not only were you chill but you were mad smart too!!

your kids walking into class: “y/n guess what fucking happened in lecture”

you: “listen, you probably shouldn’t say the f word in front of me but tell me what the fuck happened”

anyways, here’s a funny coincidence: your lab and joshua’s lab are on the same floor

so it’s not a surprise that you and josh have this ongoing “feud” of which is more superior: psych vs neuro

“psych is for people who can’t handle neuro” “neuro is for people who hate themselves”

your office is opposite of his, so he’s always stopping by your room to annoy you or steal something from the jar of candy on your desk.

you: “why am i constantly out of kit-kats?”

josh, fistfuls of kit-kats behind his back: “damn, you should probably buy some more”

he’ll mess with your powerpoint slides, swapping photos of the cerebellum for photos of him and peanut

which SUCKS when you’re teaching,, and josh’s dumb face pops up on the projector,,

your kids: “nice one josh”

when you’re holding office hours for your students, he stops by and says some dumb shit to your kids like “come to my office instead, y/n doesn’t know what they’re talking about”

“fuck off, joshua” “oooooh you curse in front of your students? i’m telling the professor”

you just roll your eyes and the two of you just laugh at each other

the students who come to your office hours swear you two have a thing going on

and honestly? you wish

you’ve always thought josh was pretty cute

being a phd student was stressful, especially with research and teaching, but he never failed to put a smile on your face!!

you two were often the last ones on the floor, in charge of locking up rooms and cleaning equipment

he always insists on walking you to your car at night because “the raccoons might attack you”

you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about kissing him in your office but shhh

during lecture, you guys share a google doc to take notes on what to teach your students

he thinks it’s funny to delete everything you write

you, sitting next to him in the front row: “joshua hong if you don’t press ctrl + z right now i swear to god i’ll change the lock code to the EEG room”

josh: “wait don’t i have a study tomorrow”

proctoring exams with josh: “i can pass out tests faster than you” “are we five???? but no you can’t”

he’s really good… at catching people cheating? the dude has eyes like a hawk lmao and you don’t even notice honestly

“see the kid with the blue baseball cap on? give him a 0″

anyways the professor asks you and joshua to come in on a weekend to grade midterms

you: but i made plans

josh: i’m not ?? even getting paid ??

but you guys do it anyways because it’s not like you have a choice lmao rip

he brings peanut and he’s just drooling all over your bag

peanut not josh

i guess josh is metaphorically drooling because… you looked really good today

not the usual jeans and college sweatshirt you wear during the week

you had originally made plans with your friends to go to the farmer’s market

it was a really nice day :( sunny outside and you actually tried to not look like a mess for once!! you actually brushed your hair today lol

anyways, peanut is still drooling and you look at josh, confused but also a little grossed out

“why is peanut drooling?” “do you have food in your bag?” “i don’t think so?” “oh. maybe he just likes you”

peanut: pulls out a granola bar out of your bag

anyways… you two are grading exams, checking over the answer key for any mistakes

you furrow your brows as you look over the answer choices, so you ask josh to take a look at question 23

“yeah, what about it?” “look at the answer choices, there are two possible answers.” “ah fuck.”

turns out… a lot of the questions are like that..

you and josh just look at each other and groan, realizing you two have to redo the entire answer key

you call your friends to cancel your plans, saying you were stuck at school

joshua feels really bad so he reaches over to grab your stack of tests

“you can go if you want! i’ll finish it, no worries”

you shake your head, pulling out a box of red pens from your bag

“no thanks, my boyfriend would miss me”

a confused josh: “no i wouldn’t?”

“… i was talking about peanut?” but you’re giggling because josh’s face is beet red at this point

joshua: “anyways, question 40 right?”

truth is, joshua has always found you cute and he liked the fact that when he teased you, you weren’t afraid to tease him back

he just felt.. really comfortable around you

and seeing you smile after he cracked a joke?? best thing in the world to him besides peanut

even when you roll your eyes at him, he thinks it’s so cute!!

cliché moment where you two reach for the answer key at the same time and your hands touch

but neither of you let go wow so cute and you guys kind of just !! grade tests in silence, holding hands

joshua’s the type to rub your the back of your hand with his thumb i’m lowkey crying thinking about it

anyways, you guys end up finishing grading and the sun is starting to set

josh realizes that you two spent the entire day stuck inside the office, so he offers to take you to the farmer’s market

but you don’t wanna be a bother or anything so you shake your head, “no it’s okay!!”

josh insists that he takes you, saying “i gotta take peanut on a walk, come on let’s go”

so you two go to the farmer’s market, the crowds starting to die down a little bit since it’s the end of the day

josh holds your hand and peanut’s leash in the other

peanut keeps dragging you guys to all the booths that sell homemade peanut butter and he’s never been happier, he keeps getting free samples and head scratches

you’re looking at a booth that sells homemade jewelry, think leather bracelets and dainty finger rings

“josh, what do you think about th-” you turn to your side, but josh and peanut are nowhere to be found

and you look through the crowds and the booths next to you, but you can’t find them anywhere

you kind of panic,, because you didn’t think josh was the type to ditch someone? on a date?

was this even a date you weren’t sure to be honest,, but still :( you were kind of upset

but you finally see peanut dragging joshua back to you, a small bouquet of sunflowers in his hand

joshua’s cheeks and ears are tinged a slight pink when he gives the flowers to you, “i saw a stand selling these and they just looked really pretty, so i bought them for you”

and the flowers are so beautiful and your jaw literally aches from smiling so big and josh thinks you’re so beautiful!!

you two walk around a bit more, hand!! in!! hand!!

josh: trying to pull peanut away from all the friendly people willing to give him free beef jerky

tired from all the walking, you two buy ice cream, sitting on a bench in front of the tiny shop

peanut eats josh’s ice cream when he’s not looking

josh: peanut what the fuck

you offer to buy him another one, but he shakes his head, taking the cone from your hand, biting into the soft pink scoop

“let’s just share, strawberry is my second favorite anyways”

your jaw just drops because,, who bites into ice cream?

but it’s cute, you two talk about how much you hate the professor and which students you think are annoying

you two don’t even realize how dark it is until you hear peanut snoring, curled up at the bottom of your feet

josh is the first to stand up, his hand reaching out to yours, “it’s getting a little late, i’ll take you home?”

and so that’s how you and joshua ended up at the front door of your apartment

your hand clutching the sunflowers, the other intertwined in his fingers

and when he leans in, you don’t hesitate to close the gap between you two

kissing joshua? definitely better than you expected, the taste of strawberry ice cream still slightly lingering on his lips

your lips move in perfect harmony with his, joshua placing his hand on the small of your back

as soon as you feel josh pull you in closer, you feel a... wet.. tongue on your foot? you both break away to find peanut,, asleep,, drooling,, on your toes

“damn it, peanut” josh groans as you giggle, resting your forehead against his

“i’ll see you on monday, yeah?” you grinned, kissing him on the cheek

"yeah i really,, gotta take this kiddo home,,” and he sighs, waking Big ol’ peanut up “but i had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it again sometime”

“as long as we don’t have to grade 600 midterms again, it’s a date”

the both of you blush because,, was this even a date??

yes, it was

but seriously, what a super cute start to your relationship with josh

you don’t even get mad when you find out it’s josh stealing all of your kit kats

he leaves a giant bag of them on your desk one day to make up for it

but also joshua is the Worst

joshua: “how does it feel to be dating the hot neuro TA on campus?”

you: “shut up before you become the hot single neuro TA”

sometimes josh stops by your class when you’re teaching to give you a kiss on your cheek before he goes to do research,,, embarrassing you in front of all your students (even though pda is probably something that shouldn’t be happening in front of them)

literally Everyone: “we fucking called it”

definitely still makes fun of you 24/7,, just with more kissing

friday nights with joshua: skimming academic papers and talking shit on faculty LOL

going to the farmer’s market becomes a weekly thing for you guys!! mainly because the peanut butter booth would be devastated if they didn’t get to see Mister peanut

sooo,, you may or may not have done it on your desk in the lab LOL

josh in lecture: hey i think you’re pretty cute, maybe we should get dinner tonight?

you: josh can you pls stop flirting with me on google docs you’re LAME

#kpop scenarios #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen au #i don't even know what to tag this #m:jisoo #gr:fluff #g:svt #number one peanut stan #i would kill for neuro josh bye

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years ago

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What was the brand of your first ever cell phone? Cingular Wireless.

What are your 3 favorite internet sites? Tumblr, YouTube, and Twitter.

Do you have a favorite pair of blue jeans? Describe them. I like all my jeans, they’re all dark wash skinny jeans.

What profession do you respect? Anyone who works with the disadvantaged and is paid pennies for it – social workers, homeless/domestic violence shelter employees, animal rescuers, etc. High-stress jobs with no financial reward, basically. <<< Yes!

Have you ever been the recipient of a practical joke? No.

Have you ever ate something you’ve dropped on the floor, if so what? Nooo. That 5 second rule is a lie.

Would you consider being an Uber driver if you needed to make extra money? I don’t have a car, nor can I drive, which are both kinda necessary. IF I could, I still wouldn’t. I’d be scared to have strangers in my car.

How do you know when you’re in love, what’s the main sign? I actually want to be around the person for long periods of time. <<< Ha, yeah that’s definitely a sign for me as well.

Have you ever gotten anything autographed, if so by who & what was it? Jim Carrey, Jamie Lee Curtis, and Drake Bell.

Do you prefer Walmart or Target? Target.

What do you long for? My vacation next year.

If you could be a personal assistant to anyone, who would it be? No thanks.

What is the most important thing you can do to improve yourself? Take better care of myself. What makes it hard for you to keep your focus? My mind will just start to wander after awhile and if I focus on trying to stay focused, I become too focused on being focused. Did you follow any of that? lol.

Do you think society has become too PC (politically correct)? I think in some cases people are too quick to attack others. Some people truly may just be ignorant about a topic or accidentally misspoke about something, but people are so quick to attack and make them out to be the worst person in the world. Try educating others instead. Some people act like they know everything and never say the wrong thing ever.

What tragic love story do you relate to? None.

Has your intuition or “gut” served you well? In some cases.

What’s the longest you’ve ever waited in line for something and what was it? Midnight premieres. My friends and I would get there an hour or two early and you just hang around until they start letting people in. It was fun, though. We’d bring blankets and a bunch of snacks.

Who is your favorite model? I don’t have one.

What have you done that is out of character for you? I used to be the friend everyone could come and talk to. I was dependable. A few years ago I pushed everyone away and became distant and withdrawn. I’m not that dependable person anymore.

Would you rather get a gift card or a gift that someone bought for you? I appreciate either one.

Who is the most visionary person in your life & how do they inspire you? Uhhh.

How do you handle a betrayal? I’d be hurt, but I’d also likely blame myself.

What do you feel strong enough to protest about? I’ve never protested before.

What’s the biggest blooper you’ve never lived down? My life.

If you owned a restaurant what kind of food do you want to serve? To play along with your hypothetical game I’d have a cafe.

What will we find if we look in the bottom of your closet today? Medical supplies and shoes.

What kind of car did you learn how to drive on? I still haven’t learned how to drive.

What is the best thing you have done just because you were told you can’t? I don’t know.

Have you ever had to go to court or testify and if so what for? No.

Do you believe in karma? No.

Are you more worried about doing the things right, or doing the right thing? I can worry about both. They are not mutually exclusive. <<< Yeah. They’re not even the same thing. Doing things right can be like following instructions and such, while doing the right thing is like what you think is morally right.

Do you believe in the term “Mother knows best? My mom often does. If I would have just listened to her advice some things would certainly be a lot different. Even now. I’m so damn stubborn.

Who is your favorite movie action hero? Iron Man, Spiderman, Ant-Man, Star Lord, and Thor.

What is one thing you can get in your hometown you can’t get elsewhere? Hm. Nothing is coming to mind, honestly.

How important are looks in someone you’re in a relationship with? I just answered this in another survey. They’re not the most important thing, it’s gotta be deeper than just looks, but I can’t say they don’t matter at all.

What freedom do you feel is not really free anymore? Uhhh.

What are you most thankful for? My family.

Do you have any favorite talk shows or talk radio programs without music? Well, as far as talk shows go I like to watch Daily Pop and Dr. Phil. Sometimes The Talk as well.

What was the last book you read? Because of Bethlehem by Max Lucado.

What’s your favorite online store? The places I shop online the most are: Hot Topic, BoxLunch, Kohl’s, Amazon, and Etsy.

What band would you love to tour with or be a roadie for? I don’t wanna do that. I couldn’t handle it.

If you were to throw a message in a bottle into the ocean, it would say? “Hi.” lol.

Do you have common sense or do you think people are lacking in it? It doesn’t seem to be very common sometimes. You either got it or you don’t, and it does seem to be lacking.

What’s your favorite non-alcoholic drink? Coffee.

How do you feel about thrift shops or flea markets? Not my thing.

What do you like to put gravy on? Mashed potatoes, stuffing, turkey, and ham. I love country gravy on my eggs.

Have you ever gone canoeing/kayaking? Nope.

What one thing in particular makes you feel good about yourself? Nothing.

What is priceless to you? Time with my family.

What do you wait for discount sales to buy? I always look for a good sale and use coupon codes whenever I can.

What is one thing you know about your family history you’re proud of? I honestly don’t know a whole lot. I’d really like to do that ancestry test.

What 3 songs will always be found at the top of your playlist? It changes.

What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done for someone? Hmm.

Do you keep a budget? I try.

If you could cast a spell on someone what spell would you cast and on who? Nah.

What makes you feel rested and refreshed? Spending time at the beach is the only thing that can make me feel that way.

What is the funniest joke you have ever heard about? I don’t know what I’d say the funniest joke I ever heard was. Who depends on you the most? No one.

Could you ever be someone’s bodyguard? Ha, no. I’m very thin, weak, and in a wheelchair. No offense to anyone else who may also be any of those things, but I know I couldn’t protect anyone. I’m also a scardy cat, easily intimidated, and non-confrontational, so... I’d really be of no use at all.

Has one of your biggest fears come true? Yes. And some will eventually... they’re inevitable. :(

Is there anything about the opposite sex you just don’t understand? There’s a lot I don’t understand about people in general.

Did you create a checklist for your ideal spouse? If so, what were two things you wanted? I only list things like that when asked in a survey. It comes up a lot.

Have you ever ridden on a subway or train an what did you like about it? Nope.

What song on your playlist gets played the most? My Spotify wrap up thingy listed all that, but I don’t feel like checking it again right now.

Do you prefer sporty or academic members of the opposite sex? Academic.

Do you have to experience something to fully understand it? No. I have a strong instinct for empathy. <<<

Has anyone in your family ever served in the military? Yes.

Finish the next line in your style: Roses are red, violets are blue… I’m tired, how are you?

What embarrasses you instantly? When I start mixing my words around when I speak. <<< Saaaame. I trip over my words, too.

Do you think you could be a firefighter, why/why not? Nope. Well, there’s the wheelchair for one.

Do you often read your horoscope? I never do.

What current event are you tired of hearing about? Trump.

Are you a daredevil? Ha, nope.

What common pitfalls do you find yourself dealing with in your work life? I don’t have a job.

Describe your “poker face”. >> My resting face is a poker face. People tend to read all kinds of things into it (usually negative things), because I guess they can’t stand a simple blank slate. <–Me. We’re so misunderstood. Haha. <<< Me, too.

What do you think should be censored? I don’t see the issue with curse words being censored. I just never understood why you can say some, but not others.

Are you related to anyone famous or historical, if so who? Possibly.

Would you ever donate a kidney to anyone, and who? I don’t know.

How do you encourage yourself when you go through hard times? My relationship with God.

Have you ever fired a gun? Yes. I went to a shooting range once with friends.

Do you think people, including yourself live up to their full potential? I’m not doing anything with my life. :/ I don’t feel like I have much potential, either.

How are you different from most people? I’m different from people I know in a lot of ways. Like, people I know are functioning adults and I’m not.

What is the main quality you think makes a great parent? Understanding is definitely one. There’s a lot of things, though.

What creature do you admire for its ability to adapt? Dogs.

Have you ever stayed up for an entire 24 hours, why? Yeah. I’ve stayed up for over 30 hours. I honestly don’t know I ever did that. I could never now.

Who is a female role model in your life? My mom.

What childhood dreams have you neglected? The ones where I was doing something with my life.

How often do you reevaluate your life? I don’t. I am aware of what my life looks like at any given time. I don’t need to sit down and think deeply about it to realize I need to change something I’m doing; I am well aware of my faults and negative habits. <<< Just gonna keep all your answers.

What’s your favorite place just to hang out? My bed.

What gives you a zest for life? This makes me think of this thing I saw on Twitter that said something like, “I thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy, not stressed, depressed, lemon zest”, ha.

What do you have trouble seeing clearly in your mind? My mind is a jumbled mess.

What three things do you think of most of each day? God, my health, and my life.

Would you travel to space if possible? Nopeeee. Just the idea of space is terrifying to me.

Name a famous person you wouldn’t mind for a business partner. I don’t want a business partner. I’m not doing anything in business.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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shimmershaewrites · 6 years ago

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Waltzing's for Dreamers, Chapter 21 (a Walking Dead story, Caryl AU).

Title: Waltzing's for Dreamers

Rating: PG, maybe.

Warnings: some angst.

Characters/Pairings: Carol/Daryl, Lori/Rick, Sophia Peletier, Carl Grimes, Glenn Rhee, mentions of Andrea Harrison, Philip Blake, Tara Chambler, T-Dog, Shane Walsh, Michonne, Ed Peletier, Merle Dixon.

Excuse any typos and the generalized suckiness of this chapter. I kinda hate it, but maybe you'll find some redeeming qualities, lol. This chapter brought to you by the power of insomnia.

Waltzing’s for Dreamers

Seven years after Vegas. Late May.

It’s muggy outside. Downright sticky.

Nothing all that unusual for Georgia in the month of May and yet? When Carol ducks into the quiet coolness of Rick and Lori’s half bath, she’s shocked at the state of her hair. Frizzy and more than a little wild, it’s 90’s era Julia Roberts big, and there’s no taming it. Not really. So she doesn’t even bother. Just tucks it behind her ears and wanders into the kitchen. Looks for something to occupy her time, some small way she can help her friend. Lori was kind enough to host this annual shindig, after all, and if it comes with the added bonus of shielding her from a certain impenetrable blue gaze? Well, then. All the better. Unfortunately, her method of distraction is short-lived. She stills her restless hands on the kitchen counter when she hears the telltale shuffle of tired feet and an unmistakable sigh. The babbling apology that’s sincere, yes. But not entirely true.

“Carol. Sweetie, I’m so sorry. Rick invited him. I found out when you did.”

Lori’s all baby belly and quite possibly the only person more miserable today than Carol herself, so she lets the slight fudging of the truth slide. For the time being anyway. Offers her friend a thin flicker of a smile as she lets her off the hook. Starts rearranging all the forks and spoons before her into neat rows. “It’s okay.”

“Is it? Really?”

Carol stops fiddling with the plastic silverware and meets her friend’s earnest brown eyes. Releases a sigh of her own then half-mumbles a response that’s entirely unconvincing. “Gotta be.” She’s not lying, even if her delivery is somewhat lacking. Couldn’t even if she wanted to, not to Lori. Everything has to be okay. She has to be okay because Daryl’s decided to stay. Replant some roots and get to know the beautiful little soul he helped create. It’s what she’d wanted when she had Michonne draw up those papers for her, the ones that offered him a place in their son’s life if he desired it. Sophia’s too, if that’s what her sensitive, headstrong little girl wished. Free and clear of any restrictions. It’s what she’d hoped for. Still. Wanting something and actually being prepared for the reality of it? Two different animals altogether. Surviving the rest of the school year had been nothing compared to this. All of the stress and second guessing must show on her face because Lori’s crossing the room and opening her arms, cooing sympathetically, and Carol’s all but crumpling at the gesture of sisterly concern.

“Oh, Honey. Come here.”

Her friend’s hug is awkward but heartfelt and Carol laughs, gathering tears be damned, when the baby trapped between them kicks on cue, doing wonders for her mood and reminding her to get over mopey self. Pulling back, she places her palms over Lori’s swollen belly and smiles. “Hi, Sweetheart. Nap-time over?”

“Nap-time?” Lori rolls her eyes with a grin. “What is this nap-time you speak of? This little one,” she says, pausing to direct Carol’s hand to the insistent press of a little foot before continuing, “she never sleeps.”

“She? I thought you and Rick wanted to be surprised.”

“Carl,” Lori corrects her. “Carl wants to be surprised. Rick and I, well. We’re humoring him. Besides. What’s one more surprise? Right?” she quips, absently following the movements of her child with her hand still covering Carol’s hand before eventually letting it go.

“She, though?” Pulling out the nearest barstool, she nudges her friend until she takes a seat. Encourages her to kick off her sandals before doing the same. She drops into the seat next to her and curls her pink-tipped toes around the rung of the stool, props her chin in her hand as her gaze flits back to Lori. Smirks before allowing another question to tumble free. “You sure you haven’t peeked?”

“I hope that’s not an accusation.”

“Sheesh. Guilty much?” Giddy, girlish laughter peels from Carol’s lips at the wide eyed, open mouthed expression that accompanies that statement. “Relax. I’m just kidding. Mostly.” When Lori snorts at that little addendum, she loses all composure again. They both do. Especially when Rick walks into the kitchen and promptly backpedals, his hands held up signaling his ultimate surrender to his wife’s current mood, whatever that may be. They’re so unpredictable these days. “Poor Rick,” she muses.

“Listen to you. Poor Rick. Mostly. Some friend you are.”

The words are meant to tease, but Carol takes them to heart. Sobers. Thinks about how much she’s relied on the two of them, Lori and Rick. Oh, Michonne was there. Andrea, too, to a lesser extent. But Lori and Rick? She’s leaned hard on them. The last few years especially, finding herself right back in a position she never thought she’d be in again: single parenthood. Rearing a helpless baby boy and trying her best to put a heartbroken little girl back together. And it feels selfish, to keep dumping her wonders and woes on them when Daryl’s back in the picture. Because Carl’s birth had been a difficult one and this pregnancy hasn’t exactly been a cakewalk. They have their own worries that they hide behind braves faces and here she is. Letting herself drown without even attempting to save herself and swim toward the shore. “Yeah. Some friend.”

“Hey,” Lori softly entreats. “You know I’m kidding, right?”

“And I’m just being melodramatic.”

“Seriously? Is your name Andrea? Because her life is a complete soap opera.”

Carol looks up in surprise. It’s the first time in more than a month that anybody has been bold enough to even utter Andrea’s name in her presence and Lori does it so casually she almost forgets the residual anger that makes her clench her hands into tight fists. Makes her gut churn and her heart beat hot and heavy behind her breastbone. Makes her throat go dry and her tongue feel too thick in her mouth and she’s reminded anew of the faces that are missing from the day’s backyard celebration. “Lori.”

“She didn’t have the right to do what she did. You and Daryl…”

“Might have still ended up apart. We might have,” she insists. “Merle is his brother and Daryl loves him. More than anything in this world.”

“Not anything. Not you and Sophia and…”

Pushing back from the bar, Carol stands up. Cuts her off before she can say anything more. Paces around the kitchen that suddenly feels less like a safe haven and more like a trap. Its walls closing in and the oxygen growing thin because it would seem that pregnancy has obliterated whatever semblance of a filter Lori might have claimed in the past. She’s stubbornly determined to lance all of Carol’s festering wounds. Expose them and let them breathe. Force them to heal when she would be just as content to keep the band-aids on a little while longer. “Daryl has his code. Merle needed him. He nearly died in that wreck.”

“And whose fault is that?” Lori mutters. More to herself than anything.

Carol answers her anyway. Wearily but with conviction. “I’m not arguing culpability with you. I’m not. What happened? Happened. Daryl chose his brother. And, he chose him before Andrea ever put those divorce papers in his hands.”

“Divorce papers that he never finished signing. Divorce papers that were never filed.”

The pointed reminder does what it’s designed to do. It renders Carol temporarily mute as her friend launches into a passionate dissertation of the so-called facts as she sees them and to be honest? Her viewpoint strikes an uncomfortable chord.

“Merle needed him, but you needed him more. Only he didn’t know that, did he? He thought you wanted nothing to do with him because Andrea saw her chance and she seized it. Anything to assuage her guilt. Think about it, Carol. Who pushed the hardest for you and Daryl to stay married in the first place? Andrea. She thought it would get Ed off your back and for the most part? It did. For a while anyway. But we all knew he was a cockroach so that’s beside the point. The point being she felt responsible, even before she got mixed up with that scumbag Blake. The good and the bad. She felt like it was her doing.”

“Lori.”

“No,” Lori shakes her head. “Let me finish. Sweetie, you need to hear this, whether you want to or not.”

Carol doesn’t tell her she’s rehashing old news. That would take more energy than she possesses, at least in that exact moment. So she just stands there and takes it. Listens in the hopes that this is it. The last time she’s confronted with the mistakes of her past. She relents. “Fine.”

“Merle did nearly die in that wreck. And it was awful and scary and you were a basket case, remember?”

She merely nods. Of course, she remembers. She couldn’t forget if she wanted to because the unrelenting worry she’d felt for her husband and her troubled brother-in-law had landed her in a hospital bed just two floors removed, with monitors hooked up to her and alarms shrieking and keeping her on constant edge. It’d been one of the scariest experiences she’d ever endured and she’d endured it largely alone. Only in the last couple of months had she found out why and it had been worse than her desperate imaginings.

“You were a basket case. Worried sick for Merle and for Daryl and then you ended up in the hospital yourself. That was Andrea’s tipping point.”

“I don’t…”

“She suspected Blake had played a part in Merle’s accident even then and she felt guilty. Irrationally guilty. So irrationally guilty, she decided to make things right. Only she went about it completely the wrong way because all she managed to do was screw things up even more. I’m still fuzzy on the details, but somehow, when Daryl finally surfaced from Merle’s bedside and was told what had happened with you and the baby, he assumed the worst. He assumed…”

“I know what he assumed. I know what Andrea let him assume. What she told him in some misguided effort to protect me and the kids and I don’t want to talk about it anymore, Lori. The past is in the past. It can’t be changed and I’m tired of dwelling on it.”

“But don’t you want to make sense of it?”

“Sense of it? Lori, Andrea said so herself. She was clear on one thing and one thing only.”

“Ain’t no makin’ sense of it.”

Carol’s agitated steps stutter to a stop and her eyes lock with those of the man who, for all intents and purposes, is still her husband because there’s another set of divorce papers out there that he’s holding onto. A set she’d had drawn up and left for him, along with a simple band of gold. Irony of all ironies, history is repeating itself. Only this time, her signature’s lacking and she hasn’t stopped running long enough to do anything about it. She’s afraid of what will happen if she does. Doesn’t know if she has it in herself to be brave enough to find out. She’s done that once before, gone against her own nature. Walked the safe route and tried for a while to pretend she had what she wanted and needed in her ill-fated relationship with Tobin, but the truth was? It’d always had an expiration date and deep down? She’d known it. That said, she’s going to need a helluva lot more convincing to take that kind of risk with her heart again and one of the most important reasons for her reticence is standing less than five feet away. But maybe it’s time to take a chance.

“Mama?” Sophia eyes them all with suspicion.

“Sophia?” Lori attempts to divert the little girl’s attention. “Where’s your brother?”

The forthcoming answer is polite and to the point. Distracted as she zeroes in on Carol’s face. “Outside. With Tara and Uncle T.”

Mercifully oblivious, Carl is intent on seeking his mother out with a problem he claims is life and death. As only an adolescent can.

Before Lori has a chance to excuse herself, Glenn arrives to save the day. Reading the tension fraught room and taking the preoccupied boy by the shoulders. Steering him back the way he’d come.

“Cool! Really? How’d you know what to do?”

“Sometimes, being a complete nerd comes in handy.”

“Mama,” Sophia persists. “What’s going on?”

Barely a glance from Carol, and Lori’s sliding from her seat. Forcing her swollen feet back into her sandals and grabbing a pitcher of lemonade from the counter, not even giving Sophia a chance to protest before all but pushing it into her small, fidgeting hands. “How are those burgers coming? Shane and Rick fighting over the grill again?”

“Yes, Ma’am. But…”

“I bet everybody’s thirsty.”

“But…”

“Thank you so much for your help, Sweetie,” Lori declares with exaggerated cheerfulness as she nudges the child forward. “Carl and the rest of the guys are just useless.”

Finally, they hear the patio door shut, and it’s just the two of them and Carol has nowhere left to run. At least that’s what she tells herself as she takes a deep, fortifying breath. Straightens to her full height and meets Daryl’s narrowed blue gaze head on.

“What’s this all about?”

“You and me.” She takes a step closer and another. The distance between them makes her ache, makes it hard for her to expand her lungs and find her voice.

“Me and you? You said…”

She interrupts him because she doesn’t want to hear her own words echoed back to her. They’d hurt plenty enough saying them. Hearing them the first time. “You were right. Nobody knows me like you do. Nobody has. Nobody ever will.”

“Hell you playin’ at here? Cruel to give a man hope where there ain’t none.”

This time, he takes a step closer and it’s all Carol can do to stand her ground. Her heart’s in her throat and it feels like it’s grown wings. Feels like it’s going to take flight without her consent and that’s a terrifying proposition because what if it falls again? What if it plummets back to Earth and she shatters into a million tiny, unrecognizable pieces? But oh. What if it flies? What if…

“Carol.”

His hands are on her face and they’re so gentle, so careful, and shit. She’s crying. When did that happen?

“Just me.”

“I know.”

“Can tell me anything. Anything.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Do.”

“Can tell me to crawl straight back to Hell, need be. Be a short trip but I’ll take it if that’s what you’re askin’. Just…”

His scruff is rough beneath the pads of her thumbs but his mouth is soft and it trembles when she silences him with her own careful touch. “Daryl?”

“Yeah?” he rumbles.

“I never stopped.” His eyes spark with a hope so pure it’s painful at those simple words, and she knows he knows what she’s talking about. Knows he remembers that conversation on that crumbling porch. Knows he recalls the sweet heavy mist of the falling rain as they made love, but she doesn’t want there to be any lingering doubts. So she says it again. Murmurs it as a promise. “I never stopped and I never will.”

“Me and you?”

“Trying. That’s all I can promise.”

“All I want, Sweetheart. All I need.”

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sanders-specs · 7 years ago

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Can I Have This Dance?

A/N: Yes I know it’s November. Yes I know The Nutcracker is traditionally a Christmas ballet. No I don’t care. lol it’s never too early to write some good ol Logince. Thanks to @sinning-tragedy for the wonderful prompt. I hope I did it justice. I may write this as a full fleshed story? I dunno.

I also unknowingly wrote this to a song, so that trend continues. Thanks @honeyglazedchicken for sending me the song. Could I Have This Dance by Anne Murray. It’s beautiful and sweet and I highly recommend you listen to it.

Warnings: very mild swearing

Pairing: Logince

Word count: 1,965

If there was one thing Logan couldn’t stand about his job, it was the drama queens. Actors and actresses thinking that just because they were the star of the show, they could walk over everyone’s toes and act like it was somehow that person’s fault.

Roman Sanders was the worst of them.

In all of his years of working as a tech manager for this theater, he’d never encountered someone as egotistical as Roman. He boasted so much and so loudly that Logan could hear him through the sound booth, and that was with the stage mics off. He was the best dancer, the greatest looking human alive, it was no wonder he was cast as the Prince in The Nutcracker. Heck, he could be an actual prince if his looks were anything to go by.

It wasn’t his boasting and bragging that got on Logan’s nerves. No, he could’ve tuned that out any day. What bothered him was how much everyone liked this guy. Despite the fact that nearly every day he said he was better than everyone else, they all just seemed to go along with it. Even laugh about it. How could they be so okay with it?!

“You’re staring again,” Logan’s co-worker and best friend, Virgil, says. “Why don’t you just ask the guy out already?”

Logan jumped at that and turned to glare at his friend. “why would I want to go out with an egotistical brat like him?”

Virgil rolls his eyes. “Because you’ve been checking him out ever since rehearsals started.” He dropped his feet from where they’d been propped up on the soundboard, an action Logan normally scolded, but he’d been too distracted to notice. “You gotta admit, he’s pretty fine. And in those tights?” Virgil let out a low whistle.

“Grow up,” Logan says, though he couldn’t stop the flush on his cheeks. So what if Roman was as handsome as he said he was? So what if Logan couldn’t help staring at his legs every time he practiced his solo dance? Roman was a dancer, of course he’d have nice legs.

That didn’t mean Logan liked them. or him.

“You’re staring at his ass again.”

Logan silently curses himself and turns his eyes back to the soundboard. “Get back to work, Virgil.”

“I’m out,” Virgil says later that day. “don’t stay here too late.”

Logan simply waved him off. “Goodnight.”

“Oh, and fair warning, Mr. Nice Ass is headed this way.”

Logan looked up at that, but Virgil was already gone. A second later, Roman had taken his place, grinning at Logan and leaning against the doorframe. He’d changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater with a winter coat tucked around his arm. “Making sure that the lighting is just right for my beautiful figure?” Roman asks in that same cocky tone of his.

Logan rolls his eyes and turns away. “I’m ensuring that the lighting is correct for each scene so as not to wash out the dancers, yes.”

“So I was right!” Roman says triumphantly.

Logan doesn’t bother responding. He goes back to work, hoping that Roman would get the hint and leave.

“You know, I’ve always wondered how lighting works for show,” Roman says, making Logan sigh. “I mean, it’s always so superbly done, I just can’t help but wonder how you make it so fantastic.”

“Oh, so you’re complimenting people now? Got tired of talking about your own talents?” Logan asks, his voice bitter.

“Well I am an accomplished man,” Roman says. “But you know, the show can’t happen without people like you.”

Logan freezes and glances at him. “People like me?”

He sees Roman’s eyes go wide and the other man rushes to him. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he exclaims. “I simply meant that without you and the crew and the set designers, us dancers and actors would be nothing! I…I…” his voice trailed off, seeming for the first time without words. “I’m trying to say that I appreciate what you do, Logan. I respect it. I certainly don’t have the brains for it.”

Logan bit his tongue to keep from agreeing with him. Had Roman Sanders just complimented him? With no snide remark afterwards?

“I suppose…thank you,” Logan says, not knowing exactly how to respond to that.

“So will you show me?” Roman asks, now sounding rather shy.

Logan frowns at him. “Show you what?”

“How to set lighting, of course!” Roman says, taking the seat that was usually Virgil’s and scooting closer to him. “That is what you were doing, right?”

“Correct,” Logan says slowly. He studied Roman’s face, trying to see if the other man was joking or not. There seemed to be genuine curiosity in his eyes, and Logan could feel his itch to show off what he knew, to show that Roman wasn’t the only talented person in the world.

So Logan showed him how he inputs codes and commands for each switch, labeling each one for a certain scene. He showed the dancer the buttons certain lights were assigned to and even played with them a bit to show his examples. Roman watched and listened with apt attention, which only egged Logan on.

By the time Logan was finished rambling, most everyone had left the theater. The entire building was quiet, save for the two of them.

“Wow,” Roman says. “I’d never thought about how much goes into one scene! All this plus the sound and sets? You’re amazing!”

Logan flushed at the compliment. “While I admit your flattery is nice, it really isn’t that difficult.”

“Oh hush,” Roman says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “You’re amazing, Logan.” He leaned forward then, a glint in his eye. “Can I try?”

“Oh I don’t know about that…” Logan’s voice trailed off when Roman gave him puppy dog eyes. Damn, why did he have to be so good looking? With a sigh, Logan motioned him closer. “Alright, but just these okay? Everything else needs to stay exactly as it is.”

Roman nodded excitedly and started playing with the lights. Logan was surprised at how fast he seemed to pick up on Logan’s explanations. Then again, messing with lights really wasn’t all that hard. It was simply a flick of a switch or the press of a button.

After a moment, Roman leaned back and observed what he’d done. Logan looked too, a little smile on his face. Roman had made the stage dim, with a few white lights on, mixed with red and blue lights.

“not bad,” Logan admitted.

Roman beamed and turned to him. “Have you ever seen the lights from the stage?” he asks.

Logan frowns, “Well of course I have—” he was cut off by Roman taking his hand and dragging him out of his chair.

“Come on!” Roman exclaims, as if he were giving Logan a choice.

Roman brought Logan all the way to the stage, only stopping when they were center stage. There, Roman dropped his hand and spun around, his body moving with a kind of grace Logan could only ever hope for. He couldn’t help but stare at the ease with which the other man moved, somehow making it look flawless even in sneakers and jeans.

Roman glanced over at him and smirked, making Logan turn his head away, hoping that it was too dark for Roman to see his blush.

“How’s your dancing, Logan?” Roman asks.

Logan shrugs. “I’m not a dancer, really,” he mutters. “That kind of stuff should be save for people like you.”

Roman smiled. “So you admit I’m a good dancer?”

“Well of course. I do have a sense of tastes.”

Roman stared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing. The sound echoed off the empty room, sending a jolt through Logan. “You’re adorable,” Roman says, walking over to him and brushing back a bit of Logan’s bangs.

Logan, with his face most certainly a bright red, batted his hand away. “You’re narcissistic.”

Roman paused and blinked at him. “You’re not the first person to tell me that.” He says with a slow smile.

“I should hope not,” Logan mutters.

“What was that?” Roman asks, a small smile playing on his lips. Somehow that just infuriates Logan even more.

“You’re always just bragging about yourself!” Logan exclaims. “You’re always showing off and bragging about how you’re the best at everything. It’s infuriating.”

“Uh-huh,” Roman says, taking a step closer. “Did you ever consider, Logan,” he says, reach out and brushing a hand across Logan’s flushed cheek, “that I was showing off for you?”

“I…” Logan blinks. “What?”

Roman smirks. “Did you ever consider that when I was boasting and bragging, it was all a show for you?” he takes Logan’s hand and spins him around so that his back was pressed against Roman’s chest, their hands clasped together. “I thought it would’ve been obvious, since you couldn’t take your eyes off me the entire time I was speaking.” His lips where right by Logan’s ear, his breath sending shivers down Logan’s spine.

Logan shook himself mentally and stepped out of Roman’s grasp. “I was watching you because you were being an idiot,” Logan says. “And bragging about yourself will in no way win my affection.”

Roman watched him bemusedly. “Noted,” he says. “Then how about a dance?”

Logan blinked. “What?”

Roman pulled out his phone and turned on a waltz—Waltz of the Flowers, to be exact—and set the phone on the edge of the stage before approaching Logan again. He held out his hand and bowed, ever bit a prince. “May I have this dance?”

Logan sputtered, not knowing what to say. “I…I can’t!”

Roman grinned and gently took his hand. “Just follow my lead okay?”

Logan gulps, but allows Roman to pull him into the circle of his arm. Was Roman a Siren or something? That was the only explanation for him getting Logan of all people to dance.

Throughout the entire thing, Logan just tripped over his own feet for the most part. Roman was patient with him, though, helping him recover effortlessly and telling him where to move his feet. Logan hated to admit it, but Roman was a good teacher. By the end of the song, Logan was only tripping a little.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Roman says, smiling down at Logan. It was then that Logan realized how close they were—how close Roman was holding him. Somehow though…Logan didn’t mind.

“I was terrible,” Logan mutters.

Roman chuckles. “there’s always room for improvement, my little nerd.”

Logan frowned in disapproval at the nickname, which only made Roman grin even more. “I could teach you more,” Roman offers, “after rehearsals.”

“I could ask no such thing of you. not when you need to look out for yourself so you may perform,” Logan says.

Roman rolls his eyes. “It’s no big deal. And as payment,” he grinned when Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “you take me out for coffee afterwards.”

Logan started at that, then saw the glint in Roman’s eyes and understood that this—all of this, from the lessons to getting Logan worked up—was just a dramatic way of asking Logan to coffee.

Well, he supposed he would expect nothing less from Roman.

“I think coffee will be a sufficient form of payment,” Logan says.

Roman’s entire face lights up in a way that makes butterflies in Logan’s stomach flutter. Roman takes a step back, which made Logan frown, up until Roman bowed and brought Logan’s hand to his lips. “Shall we go then, my nerdy prince?”

Logan couldn’t’ help but roll his eyes at the name. honestly, could he be more creative with the nicknames? But he smiled and tightened his hold on Roman’s hand.

“We shall.”

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