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mosshead-lover · 4 years ago

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A to Z with Capt’n Levi

Levi Headcanons

A/n: I was suddenly short of words when I was writing this. Lol. I managed to finish. Lemme know how you like it, okay? * Baby bear face*

A: Attention - Loves getting attention from you, especially when swarmed with work, when you offer to make tea or a back massage, or even take care of his hardness. He loves them all equally.

B: Books - One of the traits Levi admires in you is that you read. He often offers to read to you and asks you to correct him if he mispronounces something. Since he grew up underground and never had access to proper education, he is kind of conscious of his spellings. The grave expression he makes as he starts reading makes him look like an innocent kid that thinks he is on the most critical mission of his lifetime.

C: Chivalry - The Captain is chivalrous, indeed. He often brings you flowers. All white, however. He believes in the purity of love and which other colors can signify it better. Moreover, it's his favorite.

D: Dirty Talk - Levi sucks at it, okay? His blunt honesty doesn’t aid the fact.

You: So, you have been accused of damaging someone’s private property, causing flood after flood. I must take you into custody(eying at the bed).

Him: Oh.

You: (trying to keep up) Will you take a look at the damage you’ve caused?

Him: Sure.

E: Enthuse(what excites him?) - It may sound cliche but, You calling him *Captain* when alone is the biggest turn on for him.

F: Foreplay - Levi likes feeling every inch of your body before he gets on with the actual business. He nibbles and kisses the most random places, making your body ask for more, slowly making his way to the sensitive parts. So, You tell me, who’s the king of foreplay?

G: Gifts- Levi doesn't wait for an occasion to get you something, nor do you. If you come across a vintage teapot or a new cleaning tool, you pick it up immediately. Likewise, if he finds something that you’d use or look good on you, he is bringing it home.

H: Hugs- Levi isn't much of a hugger but offers to when you are super low and need comfort. Levi always rests his chin on your shoulder when he hugs you. Back hugs, on the other hand, are very common to him. Especially after a long day, he wants to come home to your warmth and nothing else.

I: Ideal Date- Levi has enough adventures at work already so, Home dates are a luxury for him and you. You begin with morning tea and a little chat. You cook breakfast together and clean too before hitting the bedroom. Aftercare includes a shower, hair drying, and a little snack followed by his wholesome tea. You might go on a small horse ride or a walk in the evening.

J: Jealousy - Levi doesn’t show envy. If something is bothering him, he will be honest with you about it. But, he is sure to lose it if someone stares at you or makes you feel uncomfortable.

K: Kill - Would he kill for you? Ack. You know it already!

L: Liquor (Do you get drunk together?)-

Occasionally you do. Levi seems to hold his booze quite well. Levi does enjoy watching you get drunk and go berserk. Of course, he is there if things go out of hand. That's why you drink crazy in the first place.

M: Massages - He is on the receiving end, mostly. Since he stays awake late at night working, you often offer him shoulder massages.

N: Nos(Turnoffs) - Not addressing the elephant in the room, untidiness, and cold tea.

O: Ogle - Was he ogling you before you got together? Yes. Does he still do? YES! and you love it when those bluish-grey deep set of eyes check you out like it's the first time. The captain’s eyes speak louder than his mouth, and you're more than okay with it.

P: PDA-Levi isn’t a fan tbh. The most you do is hold hands in public except on the last Valentine's day when you were crossing the bridge. The atmosphere was so irresistible that you had to kiss him.

Q: Quarrel- Like any other couple, you have your differences too. Friction between you two is mostly because of Levi’s poor work-life balance and his OCD. Nothing that can't be taken care of before the day ends.

R: Roleplaying- Housekeeper and the owner any day. Oh, and you switch the roles too. Guess who looks darn cute wearing that white lacy headpiece?

S: Snuggles- Does he get Cozy with you often? Not really. Not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just that he can’t initiate. He never discourages you from snuggling up to him. You spoon most of the winter nights.

T: Tickle - Is he Ticklish? Surprisingly Yes. Humanity’s strongest soldier is also one big ass sensitive baby. A Tickle battle is one of those rare things that gets a peal of laughter out of him.

U: Underrated part- His butt! His sinfully sexy butt. You often kindle him by whacking that piece of art. His reaction is worth a million dollars.

V: Variety - Who brings in variety in the relationship? You, Definitely. You are always trying out new stuff. Thanks to his honest feedback, it’s easier to find something you both like, sooner.

W: Walks- When Levi doesn’t have to jump right back to work after dinner, he asks you to go on walks. They are the best. You get to catch up with each other’s day, and Levi is usually in a good mood post walks.

X: X-mas - Well, Christmas is just a decoy. What is more important is his birthday, which falls on the same day. He doesn't like celebrating or even remembering it. The last time you baked a cake and wished him, he said.

”I see. You're eager to celebrate me getting another year closer to death,”

You stopped bothering him since then. You still decorate the house, bake his favorite cookies, and dress up. His birthday coinciding with Christmas is a blessing in disguise, after all.

Y: Yes - Stuff that might seem annoying but, Levi doesn’t mind- A little goofy-ness, snapping at him, messing up his hair, and mimicking him.

Z: Zzzzz/Sleep - What type of a sleeper is he? Levi doesn't snore but moves a lot in his sleep! Often he wakes up in the middle of the night, settles on a chair for the rest of the night. Despite you assuring that throwing his limbs around in sleep does not bother you.

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obx-adventures · 5 years ago

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Birthday Wishes (JJ Maybank x reader)

Summary: What happens when you realize you have feelings for your best friend?

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“Dude, what are we watching?” I hear JJ ask as I walk back to the couch. I sit down, curl my legs under me and lean into his side.

“I told you I wanted to watch 28 Days. This is 28 Days”

“Right, but where are the zombies?” I laugh out loud at JJ’s confusion. We’re 40 minutes into the Sandra Bullock movie and I am pretty impressed I was able to trick him for this long.

“That’s 28 Days Later, JJ. This is 28 Days. Remember, it’s the movie I would watch with my mom all the time when I was younger.”

At this, JJ’s face softens. He knows that tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of my mom’s death so he shuts his mouth and puts his arm around me so we can comfortably watch. I feel my eyes start to close as I listen to the comforting sound of JJ’s heart beating. Before I can fall asleep, the porch door slams closed. John B comes in with a look of excitement.

“Guys, I finally did! I kissed Sarah!” JJ can feel me stiffen next to him and gently squeezes my shoulder. He’s the only Pogue I told about my crush on John B and he knows this is going to upset me.

“That’s great, JB” JJ says quietly. “But, Y/N and I are watching this movie. Tell me all about it on our way to the Kook’s tomorrow. What time do we need to leave again?”

I zone out while JJ and John B talk about their landscaping gig on Figure 8 ‪tomorrow morning‬ and try to control my breathing. I do not want to cry in front of JB so I focus on taking 5 deep breaths.

JJ, John B, and I have been best friends since 3rd grade. When my mom died, they were at the hospital with me. Then, after Big John disappeared, JJ and I practically moved in. JJ walked in on me crying in the kitchen one day after John B told us that he was trying to mack on Sarah Cameron. He held me as I cried into his chest and he’s spent the past couple months being my rock. I normally talk to Kie about boys but this one feels a little too personal since it’s JB. The one positive to come from this train wreck is that JJ and I have grown even closer.

“Hey, you ok?” I feel JJ whisper into my ear. I realize that John B has gone to his room. I nod and thank him for saving me from hearing the gory details.

“No problem. I got you, Y/N. I know that tomorrow is going to be rough with your mom stuff, so I plan on coming straight home after this landscaping job. We can go on the boat or watch movies, whatever you want.”

I smile up at my blonde best friend and see the honest concern that is in his eyes. He pulls me into a hug, and we settle back into a comfortable silence while we watch the rest of the movie. I drift asleep feeling grateful to have JJ in my life.

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The next morning (if you consider ‪1pm‬ morning like I do), I wake up alone on the couch. JJ covered me with a light blanket before leaving with John B. For a moment, I think about going home to see my dad. I know today is hard for him too, but I don’t think I’m the person who can help him through it. He blames me for my mom’s death (I got out of the car accident with only a broken arm and she died 2 days after without ever waking up) and I can’t face the verbal abuse he’d likely dish out today while he drowns his pain in booze.

After going to the bathroom and making myself some coffee, I hear the boys get home. JJ sounds agitated but I can’t tell why from inside. I head out to greet them and try to figure out what’s going on.

“JB! You know today is hard for her. Why would you invite Sarah fucking Cameron over?” I stop in my tracks as I hear JJ scold John B. Before I can move, they come around the porch but don’t see me before John B responds to JJ.

“Dude, I forgot what day it was. But I can’t uninvite Sarah now. She’ll be here in an hour. I’m sure Y/N will be fine with it. It’s not like I’m ditching her.” JJ smacks John B on the chest with the back of his hand as he sees me standing there. John B follows JJ’s eye sight and looks guilty when he sees me.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. If you don’t want Sarah to come over, I’ll call her right now. I just thought that we could all go out on the Pogue and you guys could get to know her.”

Instead of responding, I turn around and go back in the house. I decide the best way to avoid this conversation is to take a shower, so I gather up some clothes from the spare bedroom, but I’m stopped by John B standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

“Please, stop,” John B moves his hands to my shoulders, but I can’t make eye contact with him yet. “I’m a dick, I know. I guess I was just so pumped about kissing her yesterday that I lost track of the days.”

I force myself to look up at him but am saved from responding by Pope and Kie walking into the house.

“Dude! Why is JJ so pissed off? We saw him punch a tree and kick a chair across the yard as we were pulling up.”

I use Pope’s distraction to slip past John B and close the bathroom door. I start to cry as I climb into the shower. But for once, my tears aren’t because of my unrequited feelings. I’m crying in anger (which pisses me off even more) and feeling so let down by John B. He forgot that today was the anniversary of my mom’s death. He fucking forgot! He knows how crippling my Survivor’s Guilt can be and he knows that the best way to help me through it is by all the Pogues being together and doing nothing. Last year we spent the whole day drinking and watching the Harry Potter movies. It just helps being with them and knowing that they are there for me.

I hear the bathroom door open and know that Kie has come in to check on me. I can hide from the boys but never from her.

“Y/N, do you need anything? I finally got John B to tell me what happened. He’s a fucking ass. JJ has calmed down and is worried about you. I told him I would check in but, if you need me to, I’ll kick all of them out and we can have some quiet time.”

“Thanks, Kie,” I respond softly. I don’t bother hiding my sniffles. Kie knows I take showers when I get emotional. “Maybe you can send them on a food run? Tell John B that it’s fine. He can go with Sarah today.”

“Yea, no. After JJ told me what happened, I kinda freaked out on John B until he called Sarah to cancel.” I giggle at the image of Kie towering over John B, most likely with her patented disappointed look and a finger in his face.

“You didn’t have to do that, Kie. If he would rather spend the day with her, it’s fine.”

“Nope. Founding principle, pogues stick together. I’ll send them to get food but I don’t think JJ will leave until he sees you’re ok.”

“Give me 5 minutes. I’ll meet him in the spare room. But only him. I can’t look at John B right now and I’ll spare Pope awkwardly trying to make me feel better.”

Five minutes later, I walk into the spare room and see JJ pacing. His jaw is still clenched and the worried look from last night is back.

“J, I’m ok,” I sit on the bed and pat for JJ to come sit next to me. “How’s your hand? Pope said you punched the tree?” I grabbed his hand and can see his knuckles are red with some broken skin.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” JJ pulls his hand from mine and lifts my chin so he can look at my face. He can see that I’ve been crying and goes to give me a hug.

“JJ, don’t look at me like that. These are angry tears. He fucking forgot!” I can see from JJ’s reaction that he thought I was crying about Sarah. “I just can’t believe him. He can be so fucking self-centered.”

“You aren’t upset that he invited Sarah over?”

“At this point, I want him to go hang out with her,” I can tell I’ve surprised JJ so I try to explain further. “The whole point of this ritual is to be with my family and know that you all are with me because you love me. I don’t want him here out of pity or guilt.”

I’m not expecting JJ’s reaction. He pulls me into a tight hug and I can’t help but wrap my arms around him too. He whispers into my ear, “I’m here because I love you.”

For reasons I can’t explain, hearing JJ say this and feeling his breathe on my ear causes my stomach to knot up. He sounds so genuine and has packed so much emotion into the hug and statement. We’re startled apart by Kie coming into the bedroom to check on me. JJ gets up and leaves the house to meet the other boys and Kie has a weird look on her face. Once the van leaves, Kie brings me out to the couch. She’s pulled out the emergency stash of ice cream that she and I have hidden in the freezer. When I reach out for the spoon, she pulls it back and I prepare for the interrogation.

“What the hell did I just walk in on?” She quirks up her eyebrow and stares me down.

“Nothing, Kie. JJ was just worried about me.” I try to ignore the increase in my heart rate from the insinuation in her question. What is wrong with me?

“I’ve noticed you guys have been getting closer. Is something going on?” Kie is way too observant. I don’t want to bring someone else into my little drama so I try to play everything off as business as usual.

“No! You know JJ, he says he’s not much of a hugger but we both know that’s an outright lie.” And this is true, at least with the Pogues. We’ve all been through too much together and physical affection has always been part of our dynamic.

“Come on, Y/N, you two are always next to each other and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Spill!” I’m surprised that Kie thinks JJ looks at me in a different way. But I can’t let myself focus on that too much. I finally decide to cave and bring her up to speed on everything.

“Ok, fine. I’ll tell you everything but only because it doesn’t really matter anymore. But give me the spoon first!” Kie looks smug as she hands over the spoon. After filling Kie in on my crush on John B and JJ’s support, she has a lot of follow up questions.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’re crushing on JB right now, not JJ?” I bristle at her statement and realize maybe I wasn’t fully understanding my own feelings.

“Well I was…” I start off tentatively but the gears in my brain are working furiously. “I think today was the smack upside the head I needed. I’ve always thought of John B and I as closer friends than me and JJ but that’s been changing over the past couple months, and not just because of my crush. I guess I was taking for granted how genuine JJ is and how much he cares about his friends. And now I’m even doubting if I was really into JB. I mean, other than you, I’ve never had to share the boys with another girl. So, I thought I had a crush when I got upset about JB and Sarah. But after his dick move this morning, I don’t feel anything like that towards him. I’ve only been into a couple of guys in my life but none have ever gone away like flipping off a light switch. Maybe I was just jealous that I would have to share him with someone other than you… Oh shit, Kie! I should have talked this through with you before!”

“Obviously,” Kie says through a laugh. “But what about JJ? You’re right, he cares a lot about all of us, but I think it’s a little more than that with you.”

Before I can answer, the boys walk into the house. It looks like they robbed a movie theater with all the candy and snacks they are carrying. JJ still doesn’t look like his normal, carefree self. I give him a genuine smile and reach out for his hand. He helps me up and tries to assess how I’m doing. Before he can finish scanning my face, I pull him into a tight hug.

“Thank you, J.” I whisper to him. “You are my absolute best friend and I love you too.” I hear JJ open his mouth to speak, but he doesn’t get a chance to say anything before John B walks over to us.

“Umm, Y/N, can I talk to you for a minute?” John B’s sheepish voice makes me lift my chin from JJ’s shoulder. He lets me go but gently places his hand on my waist to let me know that he’s there for me.

“JB, look, you did a shitty thing,” John B looks down and I can feel the guilt radiating off him. “I wish you didn’t, but I understand that you got caught up in your new relationship. Let’s just move past it, ok?”

“I really am sorry,” John B pulls me into a hug, but JJ doesn’t move his hand from my waist until I wrap my arms around John B too. “I’m here for you today, 100%”

“I know,” I pull back and decide the best option is to bring some lightness back to the group. “And your punishment for being a dick is having to pick the first movie we watch today.”

“Oh, c’mon,” We all laugh at John B’s groan. He knows that picking a movie for the group often leads to mockery and teasing. All of us have different tastes in movies so we frequently fight over what we watch. As I look at the Pogues, I feel the love I so desperately needed today.

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It’s been two weeks since the anniversary of my mom’s death. I still haven’t been home, and my dad hasn’t even tried to find me. While I know it would be more painful to see him, it still hurts. So, I decide to throw myself into planning JJ’s birthday celebration.

At first, I thought about throwing a kegger at the Boneyard but changed my mind after JJ came back from his house a couple days ago. This time it looked like he escaped without any physical damage, but I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wasn’t unscathed. I decided he needed something smaller with just the people who love him so I’m organizing a full day of Pogues-only fun.

When I told the other Pogues my plan, they all agreed and decided to be responsible for one activity. John B is coordinating a boys fishing trip in the morning followed by a day swimming in the marsh, Kie is planning the barbeque, Pope is using Heyward’s contacts to get some fireworks, and I’m planning the campfire dance party.

“Y/N, I know that we need the colorful fireworks but I think I’m going to get JJ some M80s too so he can blow off some steam,” Pope and I are talking through the details of his portion while he walks me to my shift at the Wreck.

“That’s a great idea, Pope. But you’re the most responsible one in our group so you will need to make sure he doesn’t blow us all up.”

“I can’t promise that,” Pope tells me, getting visibly anxious at the thought. “I mean, it’s JJ and explosives. He’s going to do whatever the hell he wants anyways.”

I laugh with Pope as we walk into the Wreck. I stash my purse under the counter and tie on my apron as he sits down. While I’m not as close with Pope as I am with JJ and John B, he’s still one of my favorite people. He balances the chaos that JJ throws out and is usually able to stop JJ from following through on some of his crazier plans.

“What’s the deal with you two anyway?” I freeze at Pope’s question and wonder if Kie has been planting ideas in his head. My suspicions are confirmed when she comes from behind me with a mischievous look on her face.

“Yea, Y/N, what’s the deal with you and JJ?” She looks smug as she rests her arm on Pope’s shoulder.

“Guys, we aren’t having this conversation. JJ is my best friend. Now shut up and wipe those smirks off your faces, he’s about to walk in”

They turn to look at my blonde best friend and are not surprised when he is only looking at me. I, on the other hand, am frozen in place. I can’t describe the way he’s looking at me or why that look is making me grin like an idiot.

“Hey, Y/N, can I talk to you for a second?”

When I can finally tell my body to move, I nod. Pope and Kie walk back to the office and I don’t miss the glint in Kie’s eye or Pope’s knowing look. JJ takes Pope’s vacated seat at the counter and looks at me seriously.

“Do you want me to tell JB that Sarah can’t come to my birthday thing on Saturday?”

“Is that why you look so worried, JJ?” I place a hand on his and give him a reassuring smile. “There’s no need. John B already told Sarah it’s a Pogues-only day. But even if he did invite her, it wouldn’t upset me. I promise I’m all good.”

I have been trying to convince JJ for the last two weeks that I’m ok with John B and Sarah dating. He obviously doesn’t believe me. I’ve finally come to terms with my growing feelings for JJ but I haven’t decided if I’ll tell him yet. Either way, I need him to understand that I don’t have anything more than friendly feelings towards John B now. If only so he doesn’t keep worrying himself. I decide in the moment that I need to be blunt, at least about John B, so I sit down next to JJ to explain clearly.

“JJ, I realized when everything went down a couple weeks ago that I never actually had a thing for John B,” I pause for a moment and watch as he processes what I said. “You guys are my family and I think I just freaked out at the idea of Sarah interfering in that. John B is my friend, and only my friend. Not my crush. Ok?”

JJ gives me a skeptical look but before he can respond, Kie joins our conversation.

“JJ, she’s being honest with you,” JJ’s eyes widen when he realizes Kie knows what we’re talking about. “I know you think she’s trying to put up a good front so you don’t worry about her, but you actually don’t need to worry. We talked about this while you boys were at the store that day.”

JJ looks back to me for confirmation and looks very relieved when I nod back at him. He also has a different look in his eyes, one that I’ve never seen before. The look from a few minutes ago was more like tunnel vision, he didn’t seem to notice or care about anyone else. This look almost looks hopeful. For a minute I allow myself to think that my best friend may have feelings for me, too. But before I can think about that too much, my dad walks into the Wreck.

“Y/N, where the hell have you been?!”

I look down at my shoes and brace for the fight. I’ve been putting this off too long in the hopes that he’ll forget about me, but it seems like I was wrong. When he reaches me, I have to stop my nose from wrinkling up. He smells like he’s showered with a bottle of tequila. I still can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes so he grabs my chin harshly and pulls my face up. JJ tenses next to me but I reach out to touch his knee before he can do anything.

“You little bitch, I saw the flowers you left at her grave,” my dad growls at me. “I thought I told you never to go see her. You should be the one in that grave instead of her.”

Luckily, Pope saw my dad stumble in and got Kie’s dad from his office. They both approach us, and I can see that Mr C is trying to figure out the best way to defuse this situation.

“Y/N, can you help chop some vegetables before the dinner rush?” Mr C decides to try to avoid a scene. Unfortunately for him, my dad is too drunk to care.

“I’m not done with her yet,” my dad says loudly to Mr C. I can feel the tears brimming in my eyes, but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction. He turns back to look at me but still won’t release my chin. “Now you may like whoring it up with those boys but I’m still your father. You will not go see your mother again. It’s the least you can do after killing her.”

Pope stops JJ from jumping up while Mr C gets closer to us. He puts his hand on my dad’s forearm and I can see him applying pressure until my dad lets go of me. Mr C steers my dad out the door and I break down into tears once he’s gone. JJ’s arms find me first but it’s not long before I feel Pope and Kie wrap their arms around us too. Mr C comes back and tells me I don’t need to work today. After a few attempts at telling him I’m ok to work, I nod and let JJ guide me outside. Pope and Kie know that JJ is the best person to comfort me right now, so they hang back while we leave.

JJ gets me back to the Chateau and explains to John B and Sarah what happened. John B gives him the keys to the boat and JJ takes me out to the marsh. By the time I’m fully calmed down, the sun is setting over the ocean and I’m relaxing with JJ’s arms around me. I notice that, during all of that, JJ didn’t need to say anything to make me feel better. Just being with him was enough. We sit there for another hour and enjoy the peace together. Every once in a while, JJ leans down and gives me a kiss along my hairline. Each time he does, I relax further into him. After the last kiss before we head back to the Chateau, I realize that I need to tell him how I feel.

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We are sitting around the fire, drinking, smoking, and listening to my JJ Birthday Jams playlist. All of us are tired from the day’s activities but it’s the wonderful exhaustion you feel after spending a great day with your people. Pope was right about JJ enjoying the M80s. He was like a kid on Christmas morning when Pope brought out the package of explosives. Kie convinced her mom to make the secret Carrera family potato salad to go with the other food so all of us are stuffed.

But it’s not a birthday without a cake so I decide to go get the one I made before we all are either too drunk/high or asleep. John B opens the door for me so I can bring out the cake and all of us serenade the birthday boy. I sit next to him on the hammock and he’s grinning ear to ear by the end of the song.

“Make a wish, JJ,” I whisper to him and he looks straight into my eyes as he blows out the candle. Kie takes the cake to cut it for us and JB and Pope help her dish it out.

“What did you wish for?” I lean in as I ask him. It’s tradition for me, JJ, and John B to tell each other our birthday wishes so I’m surprised when he shakes his head and won’t make eye contact with me. “But it’s tradition!”

“Maybe later, let’s just enjoy the rest of the day,” he tells me and I’m sensing a sadness that wasn’t there before.

“Alright, JJ,” John B brings over pieces of cake for the three of us. “Let’s hear it. Where does this birthday rank on the list?” This is another tradition we have, ranking our birthdays at the end of the party.

“Solid second place, maybe first,” JJ says as he takes a bite. “Nope, changed my mind, first place. This cake is awesome.”

I smile at the complement and we all fall into a pleasant silence while we eat. After we’re done, Kie, Pope, and John B decide to head in to bed. I put my hand on JJ’s to signal that I want him to stay with me. After they are all inside, I turn my body towards him, and he follows my lead.

“Y/N, everything ok? You just got real serious. Did something happen?”

“It’s ok, J,” I take a deep breath and try to find the courage to tell him how I feel. I open and close my mouth a few times trying to get the right words to come out. I’ve never been shy to talk to JJ so he brings my hand into his to try to settle me.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t be shy. You know you can tell me anything.”

When I meet his eyes, it all clicks for me. This is JJ. My JJ. I could tell him that I murdered someone, and he would offer to help me hide the body. I don’t need to be nervous with him. Even if he doesn’t feel the same, I know we’ll still be best friends. This realization relaxes me and finally gives me the courage to talk.

“JJ, I need to tell you something. But before I do, I need you to know that I’m not expecting you to say anything back. I just need you to know.”

He nods to me in encouragement and gently squeezes my hands.

“You are the most important person in my life. You make me laugh and calm me down. You hold me when you know that no words will make me feel better. You make me feel strong and you support me in everything I do, even if it’s really fucking stupid. Lately, my feelings towards you have been changing. I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I don’t know how I expected him to respond but I was not prepared for silence. He looks dumbstruck and he’s not moving at all. Not even his usual fidgeting. I take a deep breath, kiss his hand that is holding mine, and stand to go inside. Maybe he just needs time to think about what I said? He isn’t normally a careful person but maybe he thinks he needs to be cautious about this. As I start to walk away, he reaches out to grab my hand. When I turn back to him, he puts his hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss.

People talk about fireworks when they kiss someone for the first time. But for me it’s like a fire. It starts slow (because I am in shock) and then all at once I feel engulfed in warmth and light. My hands reach up to his face and I feel him sigh into me when I start kissing him back. The kiss is rough and passionate but also emotional and beautiful. My body moves closer to him and I shudder a little when I feel his hand move from the back of my neck down to my lower back. I’m getting lightheaded so I pull away to take a breath and rest my forehead on his.

“This was my birthday wish,” JJ whispers to me.

#jj x reader #outer banks #jj obx #jj x you #jj x y/n #obx netflix #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj obx fic #jj outer banks #jj obx imagine #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction

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omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts · 7 years ago

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Weathering the Storm (Thor X OC)

Thor Odinson X Fem, Plus Size! OC

Summary: The Avengers and Carmen go out to a bar for Natasha’s birthday, which Carmen obviously plans, and a night of chaos and fun ensues. But when the charming prince of Asgard begins getting jealous and protective of Carmen, how will she react?

Author’s Note: Not much to say except that I’m in love with this series, because it’s Thor and I already love Carmen, and I hope you all enjoy it because I LOVE IT and I just adore this gif of Thor

Word Count: 5656

Warnings: Insane amounts of fluff, sERIOUSLY IT SHOULD BE ILLEGAL, Flirty! Thor, so much flirting, ALCOHOL, jealousy, and I’m sorry y’all but a lot of angst at the end :(, but I’ll make it up to y’all in the next part

FC: Ashley Graham

Thor has grown more touchy over the last few weeks, starting from simple shoulder brushes when the two of them passed each other in the hallways, trailing fingers down her arm when they’re next to each other, lingering stares, to undressing Carmen with his eyes and that playful smirk and grin that just about drives her slowly insane. She begins to notice these little things overtime, watching the prince of Asgard grow more and more bold with her, but she never minds, reveling in the attention and secret glances that are sent in each other’s direction. She’s fallen into the depths of those blue eyes more than once now.

And everyone knows it.

Carmen downs the rest of her third coffee, and begins planning the Avengers nightly escapade to Nat’s favorite bar for her birthday, making reservations, ordering decorations, and, most importantly, the perfect present for her best friend. But how can one item convey so much love, adoration, and companionship to the person its given to? That’s why everything has to be perfect. And no less.

“Carmen,” Tony rests a hand on her shoulder, shutting Carmen’s laptop lid slowly. “You’re going a mile a minute here, you need a break.”

She pouts her bottom lip, whining softly when she looks at all she needs to get done for the party, “But-”

“It’s just going to a bar, Wolfe,” he sighs, tugging her to stand up from her chair. “It’s not the royal wedding. As long as we’re all there, and there’s booze and food, we’ll all be fine. You know us.”

“But she’s my best friend,” she runs a hand through her unkempt curls and bites her lip. “I want her to like it.”

“And she will, she likes anything you do,” he assures her, nodding in Thor’s direction when he walks into the room.

Carmen turns around and smiles invitingly to the god who mirrors it warmly, and, of course, Tony watches with a smug grin, walking out of the room with a taunting wave in Carmen’s direction who glares at his back as he leaves.

“Thor...” she says, looking over his casual attire that consists of a black shirt and sweatpants that hang loosely and low on his lean hips. Topped off with his tied back golden hair, a few errant strands framing his chiseled face, with the smallest hint of a smile on her lips.

“Lady Carmen,” he smiles and walks past her, brushing her shoulder. “You look lovely today,” he looks at her.

She furrows her brow and laughs softly, looking down at her plain band tee and shorts combo, not once putting a thought into this appearance. “I do?”

“You always do,” he says sweetly, looking skeptically at the coffee pot, tilting his head curiously like a small cat would. “What is this dark liquid trapped in a glass chamber?”

“That’s coffee,” she laughs. “It’s filled with caffeine and helps you get through the day. You should try it, I think you’ll enjoy it,” she says, pouring him a mug of it and handing it to him.

He looks at her and she nods the go ahead, then he stares at the mug in his hands before cautiously taking a sip. His eyes widen at the bitter but delicious taste, drinking the rest of it in one gulp, and he grins, “This drink, I like it. Another!” he booms, throwing the mug down on the floor and scaring the hell out of Carmen.

“What the shit!” she looks, wide eyed, at him. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Did I do something wrong?” he frowns, furrowing his brow like a scolded child. “In Asgard, that is what we do when we enjoy something, to signal to the servants that we want more.”

“This isn’t Asgard, Thor!” she shakes her head, resting her face in her hands. “And we don’t have servants here. You can’t do that,” she takes her hands off her face to look at him.

“My apologies, Lady Carmen,” he rests his hand on her bare arm, looking her in the eye sincerely. “I am deeply sorry for breaking your... weirdly shaped cup.”

“It’s called a mug, Thor,” she sighs, but she’s grinning when she shakes her head as she goes to the broom closet to clean up the broken shards on the kitchen floor.

She sweeps them up into the pan and he watches as she walks over to the trash can and brushes the pieces into the bag.

“Thank you, Lady Carmen,” he says when she comes back to make her fourth cup of coffee for the day, pouring in the hazelnut creamer and taking a warm, comforting sip.

“You’re welcome,” she rolls her eyes fondly, smiling over the rim of her other mug. “Hey, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Besides buying you a new mug, no,” he says with a small smile and she returns it immediately, heart doing that fluttery action again that she can’t quite pinpoint.

“It’s Natasha’s birthday,” she says, drumming her sapphire painted fingernails on the marble counter. “And we’re having a party at her favorite bar. Would you...” she purses her lips, suddenly sheepish and nervous inviting him, but she laughs it off, looking down at her shuffling feet. “Would you like to go?”

“Of course,” he grins broadly at her without skipping a beat and she can feel herself become more at ease, silently cursing her weak heart for making her feel such weird things around him. And how he can melt all her walls down just by smiling at her. She’s gone soft for the prince of Asgard. “If you’re there, it’s bound to be enjoyable.”

“Oh, it will be,” she chuckles, tucking hair behind her ear, tapping her finger against her thick thigh, flicking her eyes up to him to find him already looking at her, the words hanging in the air.

“I will see you tonight, then, Lady Carmen,” he flashes a megawatt smile, pulling her hand up to kiss her knuckles softly, looking in her eyes when he does so before walking out of the room.

She rests a hand over her heart and attempts to breathe deeply when it won’t calm the hell down, ready to throw this mug down in frustration at the rush of emotions hitting her like a bullet.

What am I going to do?

*****

“Natasha, I’m going crazy,” Carmen paces back and forth in her bedroom, Nat watching the display with an amused smile painted onto her ruby lips as she applies mascara.

“You’re not going crazy, Carmen,” she repeats with a roll of her emerald eyes.

“But I am!” Carmen turns to her friend, running a hand through her freshly, curled hair. “I can’t sleep right, I feel nauseous all the time, my heart keeps getting this... this fluttery feeling and it’s like someone’s squeezing my chest and slowly killing me from the inside out, and- and I can’t think or talk right when I’m with him.”

“And him is... Thor, right?” Nat turns in her chair to raise her eyebrows pointedly at Carmen who nods sheepishly, face in her hands.

“Thought so,” Nat nods and walks over to hold Carmen’s hands in her own, looking her dead in the eye. “Honey... this, what you’re feeling right now, that’s called love.”

“I don’t love him!” Carmen says rather loudly, arms folded over her chest defensively. “I’ve only known him for two months. I’m just... I’m only attracted to him.”

“So is the rest of the human race,” Nat smirks at her own joke and Carmen laughs weakly at her attempt to lighten the mood, heart hammering at the thought of him and the thought of other people taking his heart instead of her. “This isn’t just attraction. You like him.”

“But I don’t want to!” she argues, throwing up her hands in a frustrated strive to express her emotions.

“You don’t choose who you fall for, that’s entirely up to fate,” Nat gives her a soft, motherly smile. She always has been the mom in their friend circle. “The heart wants what it wants...”

Carmen plops down on her bed, burying her face in her pillow, sighing into the material. “It’s so painful,” she grumbles.

“That’s why they call it a crush,” Nat shrugs, sitting down on the end of the best, dusting off her black, pantsuit ensemble, bright, twirling a strand of her bright, red hair that’s fallen from her pinned at the back of her head intricate style.

“Because it crushes your fucking soul,” Carmen finishes with a groan.

“Exactly,” Nat pats her back. “Now get up, we have a party to get to.”

“They can’t start without the guest of honor,” Carmen looks up from the pillow.

“Have you met our friends?” she raises her eyebrows.

“You’re right, “ Carmen sits up in an instant, flattening down her black, leather, skin-tight dress that reaches her mid calf, a small but sexy opening at the middle of her thigh, showing off her golden and tanned, toned skin, flaunting her killer curves. Teasing her high ponytail with her fingers, she looks to her friend, putting on a brave face when she grins, not once faltering.

“You ready, birthday girl?” Carmen holds her arm out to her best friend and she happily hooks her arm around hers.

“Of course, but are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Nat looks at her friend with a weary expression, searching her for any possible worry and finding a familiar pinch between Carmen’s eyebrows that she knows all too well.

“Yeah,” Carmen walks with her out of the room to meet everyone in the lobby before heading to the party. “Yeah, I’ll be-”

No, no, I won’t be okay.

It hits her like a freight train when she sees him, standing and laughing boisterously with Cap, Bucky, and Bruce, that’s when she realizes that she sees every little thing about him to the way his eyes crinkle in the corner, the way his eyes light up when she walks into the room, the way he smiles with his entire face, or the way he commands attention in a room without even trying. He’s dressed head to toe in black, an all raven colored suit that’s fitted in all the right places with his long hair pulled back with a few strands hanging over his eyes and his stupidly attractive face. Her breath catches in her throat.

“Shit, no, I’m not okay,” Carmen whisper-screams to Nat, shaking her head ferociously.

“Lady Carmen!” Thor’s deep voice booms, unaware of everyone else in the room when he sets his sights on her in another ravishing dress that he loves looking at on her soft, supple yet striking curves. It’s almost impossible to keep his hands off of her when he sees her, and his face hurts from smiling so widely as she approaches him with a bright smile that’s only made for him.

“You look good, birthday girl,” Tony smiles and presses a friendly kiss to Nat’s cheek and she rolls her eyes with a small, good-natured smile. “And so does your friend, is she single?” he says with a teasing wink.

“Funny,” Carmen scoffs flatly, laughing at Stark, smirking at Thor when he continues to look at her. “Hi, Thor. You look handsome.”

He chuckles nervously and scratches the back of his neck, being sheepish is new to him, and never has he felt this way around a woman. “Thank you. You- you look stunning as well, very much so.”

She bites down on her lip and smiles, and it drives Thor crazy. “You’re very sweet, Thor. And, did you mean to match my outfit? Because it seems we’ve color coordinated.”

“Purely accidental,” he says, looking her over with a playful smirk. “But a nice surprise all the same.”

“Okay,” Tony gets the attention of everyone. “Everyone into the limo, and hurry before Thor and Carmen continue eye-banging and make me throw up my lunch.”

“We’re not eye-banging,” Carmen rolls her eyes, looking at Thor. “Besides, I’d much rather be doing the real thing, much more pleasurable that way,” she teases with a sly wink in his direction, brushing past him with a gaping Nat still on her arm.

Thor’s left speechless, frozen to the spot before Sam finally comes up and pats him on the back, forcing him out the door, “It seems Carmen likes you now. And I don’t know if that’s better or worse than her hating you.”

“Believe me, metal bird,” he smiles breathlessly after her. “It’s far better.”

*****

“What. Was. That?” Nat’s eyes are wide when she asks Carmen, sipping deliciously on her sex on the beach, wondering what had gotten into her best friend.

Carmen shakes her head, taking a bite of the birthday cake she got for Nat after everyone blowing out its candles and cutting it up, savoring the sweet, red velvet taste. Then she bites down on her lip when she smiles at all of her friends: Bruce and Tony playing darts, Thor and Steve arm wrestling while Bucky is the mediator when things went too far, Wanda laughing drunkenly as she looks on to the hilarious display of testosterone, and Sam cracking jokes as usual when the situation called for it.

“I don’t know!” Carmen buries her burning face in her hands, peeking through her fingers slightly to glare at her amused friend. “It just... slipped out and... God, that was too much wasn’t it.”

“A little, but by the looks of him, I say he liked bold Carmen,” she smirks, red lips curling in the corners over the opening of her crazy straw.

“Lady Carmen!” Thor waves her over, as if on cue, to where him and Cap are arm wrestling, smiling broadly when she gives in and walks over to see what he needs.

“Yes?” she asks coyly, sitting down in a chair beside him and Nat sliding in beside her to talk to Bruce, helping him with his poor dart aim.

“I wanted to invite you to sit with us,” he says while Steve offers him a sip of his beer, and Thor happily obliges, taking a long sip before making a disgusted face. “This drink is horrid and weak... I feel nothing,” he passes it back to Cap while the table erupts with laughter.

Thor leans towards Carmen and hands her his silver flask, “Asgardian mead is much stronger, you should try it, Lady Carmen.”

She looks wearily between Thor and the flask before taking a quick and short sip, coughing uncontrollably afterward, a hand over her mouth as the bitter, incredibly strong taste runs down her throat, leaving a burning feeling in its wake.

“That...” she coughs again, handing him back the flask. “That tastes like a forest fire, Thor.”

Thor roars with laughter, “It is not for the faint of heart, Lady Carmen. Perhaps you’d like a mixed drink, instead.”

“No, no,” she shakes her head. “I’m staying as far away from that drink as I can. That’s pure poison,” she coughs for emphasis, laughing along with Thor.

He takes another sip of the flask, holding his gaze with her while he does so, lips edging into a small smile when he pulls it away, “This isn’t even the strongest liquor we have on Asgard. There’s a few that even I can’t stand.”

“Not even the mighty Thor can stomach them?” Carmen says with a teasing smile, sipping her own drink, smiling and peering at him over the rim. “I find that hard to believe.”

He laughs again, looking at her softly, “I am not perfect, Lady Carmen, and I was sure that nobody was until I laid eyes on you.”

She flushes, something she’s found herself never doing until she met the flattering and charismatic god of thunder, “Thank you, but I’m far from perfect.”

“Why must you discount yourself, Lady Carmen? I find you breathtaking and astonishing, you should think no less,” he says, leaning towards her ever so softly and she does the same, like a magnet pulling the two of them closer and closer without either of them meaning to. Her best friend’s words ringing through her head, That’s entirely up to fate. And fate is one cruel, cruel mistress.

“Are you like this with all the girls or am I just lucky?” she looks from his beckoning lips back to his cutting eyes, smirking.

He shakes his head, flashing a boyish smile. “You’re just one of the lucky ones, I suppose.”

Carmen shakes her head with a soft laugh, taking her long, dark curls out of her insanely tight ponytail, and running a hand through them, attracting the attention of a flirty drunk.

She sees him smiling at her and she smiles politely back, turning away afterwards, and giving a ‘help me’ look to Nat when he starts walking over to her, but dread soon fills her when she sees her she’s preoccupied with Banner and not paying attention.

“Hey, pretty lady,” a hand rests on her shoulder and she turns around to look at him. “Want to dance?”

“No, I’m okay,” she says softly, afraid if she gives him a second glance he will never leave her alone. “Thank you, though.”

The guy reaches for her shoulder again, “Come on, baby-”

“I believe the lady said no,” Thor’s deep, thundering voice catches both of their attention and he stands up from his seat to tower over the man, the angriest that Carmen’s ever seen him, vein in his neck, jaw held tightly, and fists clenched at his sides.

“Thor, calm down, I can handle this,” Carmen stands up to rest her gently on his bicep, feeling him soften slightly under her touch. “This has happened before, I got-”

Thor shakes his head and frowns deeply, looking down at the drunken, frightened man, shivering in his boots, “But it shouldn’t happen, when a woman says ‘no’ she means ‘no’, why must you ask twice when she has already expressed that she is not interested?”

“Whatever, man,” the guy rolls his eyes and takes a long swig from his beer bottle, swaying from left to right when he pokes Thor tauntingly in the chest. “I saw her first, you’re going to have to wait your turn,” he slurs.

“Do not touch me again,” Thor looks at the man with hooded, narrowed eyes, trying to keep his angered and fast breathing leveled.

“You... ass! I’m not a hooker!” Carmen snaps at the man, lunging for him, but Thor holds her back with an arm wrapped around her. Thor with one arm holding Carmen back, continues to glare icy daggers at the man.

“Just be on your way, I do not wish to fight you,” Thor says, eerily calm despite his heaving chest, holding both himself and Carmen back. “But I will if I must.”

Steve rests a calming hand on Thor’s shoulder, “Thor, buddy, he’s not worth it, let’s go before we cause a scene.”

Carmen agrees, shaking her head, slipping out of his grasp, “Cap’s right, Thor, I’m fine. Let’s just go.”

The guy spits at Thor, an ugly scowl overtaking his disheveled, unshaven face, “Leave, and from now on, keep your bitch in line.”

Thor swings his fist around and punches the man square in the jaw, knocking a few teeth out with the powerful blow and a resounding CRACK! ringing around the bar.

Carmen, chest rising and falling with angry breaths, turns to Thor, “Why did you do that? He was only trying to get a rise out of you! You can’t just go around and punch people, Thor!”

He frowns, confused as to why she’s mad, “I was only defending your honor, Lady Carmen-”

“Defending my honor?” she repeats, furrowing her brow. “We’re not together, Thor. You can’t act on childish jealousy and think it’s just you being chivalrous, this is the real world, not Asgard,” she spits, anger boiling in her blood.

“Fine!” he yells, all the Avengers heads snapping in their direction, watching the fight unfurl with worried eyes. “I’ll just leave you alone then since you want nothing to do with me.”

She chuckles darkly, “That’s rich. Because, contrary to popular belief, I liked you. But that was before you started barreling around like a muscular oaf of a child, punching your way through your problems.”

Thor shakes his head and scoffs, “You think anyone willing to stick up for or protect you is ill-willed because you can’t fathom the thought of anyone truly caring about you. All because you’re much too stubborn to see anything besides the fact!” he throws his hands up in frustration, a habit very similar to Carmen’s. Then he sighs, speaking low and quiet when he says, “So I’ll stay clear of you since that is what you wish.”

“Fine,” she says, voice cracking despite her cool demeanor. “By all means, then, leave me alone, because all I am is just some stubborn girl that’s only a mortal fling to you, anyway, right, your majesty? All I am is just... just a one time flirting endeavor that you never talk to again after you go back to Asgard,” she spits, breathing hard from her rant, tears prickling her eyes. “Well, news flash, you... you-” her voice breaks entirely and a tear slips from her eye. “I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to leave like everyone else in my life has done already,” she says, grabbing her purse and walking out of the bar while everyone watched, Nat running after her.

Tears run down Carmen’s face, mascara running under her eyes as she profusely tries to wipe it away, hailing a cab to go home as she whispers to herself, “I just ruined everything...”

#angst im sorry #angst #fluff #thor odinson imagine #thor x oc #thor x reader #thor odinson #tony stark #steve rogers #natasha romanaff #wanda and vision #bucky barnes #marvel imagine #marvel fanfic

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omarandjohnny · 7 years ago

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85 Questions Meme!

tagged by @tonyspegasus <33333333333333333333333333333

— what was your last…

1. drink: diet coke 2. phone call: Dad calling about dinner 3. text message: don’t own my own phone, so no texting for moi 4. song you listened to: Take Me Home/Phil Collins 5. time you cried: last night (this low cycle is really doing a number on me)

— have you ever…

6. dated someone twice: yes (a lesson that needed to be learned twice I reckon) 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yes 8. been cheated on: had a former partner lie about being single, that was fun 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: was diagnosed at age 10, wheeeee! 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope, never been able to get properly shitfaced from booze, most I get is the warm fuzzies and turn into a chatterbox for about a hour

— fave colours

12. Suspiria red 13. Rob’s maroon suit 14. charcoal grey

— in the last year have you…

15. made new friends: yes! 17. laughed until you cried: often, I’m an easy audience (heh) 18. found out someone was talking about you: last time that happened to me was in middle school 19. met someone who changed you: thankfully no 20. found out who your friends are: this is another middle school question 21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: most are either family or exes, so no

— general

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: about half 23. do you have any pets: used to have a fantail goldfish named Peppy Pepperoni and I still miss her like crazy 24. do you want to change your name: my legal name, yes 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went to an arcade and got tattooed! 26. what time did you wake up today: which time? LOL 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching horror movies 28. what is something you can’t wait for: the warmer weather to hurry up and get here 30. what are you listening to right now: Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her/Stan Rogers 31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, and if I never talk to the fucker again, it’ll be too soon

32. something that’s getting on your nerves: pretty much everything (irrational anger is so much fun)

33. most visited website: tumblr, yt, britbox, twitter 34. hair colour: dirty blond 35. long or short hair: short

36. do you have a crush on someone: always

37. what do you like about yourself: not too pleased with my brain atm, but other than that I am fucking fabulous all ‘round 38. want any piercings: already have stretched lobes, that’s enough 39. blood type: no clue, whoops 40. nicknames: J, variations of my deadname 41. relationship status: single 42. sign: sagittarius 43. pronouns: he/him 44. fave tv show: Emmerdale 45. tattoos: both hands (three fingers on right), both forearms, upper right arm, collarbone, right breast, stomach, right back, faded stick & poke on right knee 46. right or left handed: right 47: ever had surgery: surgical screw in left ankle 48. piercings: ears 49. sport: none 50. vacation: last time I had a holiday was when I spent a week in hospital with food poisoning about 4-5 years ago 51. trainers: whatever’s on sale

— more general

52. eating: had a Skyline 3-way for dinner 53. drinking: diet coke 54. i’m about to watch: whatever horror movies I’ve got queued up for the night 55. waiting for: the weather to get better so I can go back to having my window open all day again

56. want: more tattoos 57. get married: no thanks 58. career: fry-cook on venus

— which is better

59. hugs or kisses: kisses are a mixed bag, but hugs are always good 60. lips or eyes: eyes 61. shorter or taller: shorter than me, always 62. older or younger: doesn’t matter 63. nice arms or stomach: the only time I really notice either is if they’re tattooed 64. hookup or relationships: too old for that hookup life, too closed off for relationships 65. troublemaker or hesitant: depends on my hypomanic cycle, heh

— have you ever

66. kissed a stranger: yep (when I was young) 67. drank hard liquor: yep 68. turned someone down: yes 69. sex on first date: yep 70: broken someone’s heart: yep 71. had your heart broken: yep 72. been arrested: nope 73. cried when someone died: yes 74. fallen for a friend: no

— do you believe in

75. yourself: always 76. miracles: no 77. love at first sight: crush at first sight yes, love takes time (keeping Andrea’s answer) 78. santa claus: he’s as real as krampus is 79. angels: no

— misc

80. eye colour: blue-grey 81. best friend’s name: I have a few 82. favourite movie: My Beautiful Laundrette 83. favourite actor: James Dean

84. favourite cartoon: not a huge fan of cartoons 85. favourite teacher’s name: Mrs. Brackman (art teacher)

#memetiemz #long post

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duchesslablanc · 7 years ago

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Getting to Know the Jabs

*PERSONAL DETAILS Nicknames?

Outside of Rp people call me really generic things: J, Bitch, Kayla. All sorts of things

Where do you live?

Good ol’ Virginia.

What’s your age?

Old as fuck. I mean 26.

Hair color?

Naturally a dark brown. Right now there’s some red and black in it.

Eye color?

Brown.

Height?

Smol.

Date of Birth?

January 22

What’s your star sign?

It’s the age of Aquarius!!!

Element?

Wata

How many siblings?

Way too fuckin’ many.

How many pets?

I count my mom’s pets as mine so two dogs and two cats.

Obsessions?

Musicals and Stranger Things.

Bad habits?

Your typical everyday stuff. Biting my nails, fucking up my cuticles, thinking everone hates me.

Phobias?

Getting lost in large places like amusement parks. Everyone pretending to like me but actually hating me.

*ABOUT YOU What makes you happy?

The dance numbers in King of New York and Seize the Day. Millie Bobby Brown. The whole cast of IT (2017). Freddie Highmore.

What really irritates you?

Unnecessary loud noises. Sometimes I have a sensitivity to ligh twhich is irritating. Lack of muse. THE FACT THE SAW FRANCHISE CAN’T GET IT’S CONTINUITY RIGHT. The Little Mermaid. MoM I’M THirtEEN I’M AN aduLT.

What makes you sad?

Sad animal commercials. BAMBI AND THE LION KING and anything involving animals tbh.

What makes you angry?

THE FACT THE SAW FRANCHISE CAN’T GET IT’S CONTINUITY RIGHT. Bad continuity in general. Shit talkers with no back bone. MY MOTHER WHEN SHE DOESN’T LISTEN TO ME.

What makes you scared?

Clowns.

Who is your best friend?

MY GIRL AMANDA A RARE AND BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY SHE COMPLIMENTS ME PERFECTLY.

Ever broken a bone?

Nope.

What was the last CD you bought?

Ed Sheeran’s latest bop.

What was the last book you read?

IT.

Who was the last person you spoke to?

Mi Madre.

What was the last thing you ate?

A lil brownie.

What was the last thing you drank?

Mt. Dew, my life force.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever bought?

I just ordered Repo! The Genetic Opera and I am so jazzed.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever bought?

IT.

What’s the best thing you’ve ever been given?

The gift of life. Kidding. My mom once got me this banging laptop it was so sweet. It was touch screen and could fold into a tablet fuck I loved that thing.

What’s the worst thing you’ve ever been given?

I vividly remember when I was like five I got this notebook and pen set for my birthday and the pens DIDN’T WORK and I was so upset. It was he worst.

What are your future goals?

Definitely moving upward with the company I’m at. There’s a lot of chances for promotions so. Eventually I wanna buy my own home. Go on a cruise, man. Finally make it to Europe.

Describe your bedroom?

It has one painting of an elephant. And my bed. That is basically it. It’s very minimalist. My whole apartment is minimalist.

Who do you consider the most beautiful woman in the world?

Blake Lively, duh. Golden goddess. But also Lupita.

Who do you consider the most handsome man in the world?

Idris Elba. Hands down.

Favorite thing to do on a hot summers day?

Swim.

Favorite thing to do on a snowy winters day?

Stay my ass inside with blankets and hot drinks.

If you were granted 3 wishes, what would they be?

General happiness, all my loans and bills paid off, and something for my mom.

If you could go back in time to see or change something, when would it be and what would you do?

I’ve always said I wanted to go back to either the sixties or eighties to see all my fave bands in concert.

What’s the first thing you think about when you wake up?

How much I don’t want to actually wake up.

Do you believe in the after-life?

I mean. Yes and no.

Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?

Hopefully assistant store manager or an IES with our company able to travel.

What’s the funniest joke you’ve ever been told?

ur mom.

Any hidden talents?

Nah.

Dream job?

Professional traveler.

Who is your hero?

Lin Manuel Miranda and Moana (Aui’li Cravalho)

Describe yourself in 3 words:

Annoying, ego-centric, fun?

*FAVORITES Favorite color?

Orange and Purple

Favorite number?

Favorite animal?

Polar Bears

Favorite sport (to play)?

Hahahahahahahahhahaha

Favorite sport (to watch)?

Football or Hockey

Favorite Show(s)?

Stranger Things, Orange is the New Black, Gotham, American Horror Story, Will&Grace, The Good Doctor.

Favorite movies?

Newsies, Les Mis, Moana, Beauty and the Beast.

Favorite band?

Avenged Sevenfold, Joan Jett and the Black Hearts, One Direction (RIP), The Beatles.

Favorite song?

Havana by Camilla Cabello or whatever the hell her name is.

Favorite room in the house?

The kitchen.

Favorite food?

Chicken nugs

Favorite drink?

Booze

Favorite place?

Florida.

Favorite cartoon character?

Buttercup.

Favorite day of the week?

Whichever one I’m off from work.

Favorite day of the year?

My birthday.

Favorite season?

Spring/Fall

Favorite Holiday?

Saint Paddy’s Day.

Favorite girls name?

Aurora

Favorite boys name?

Nicodemus.

Favorite country?

England.

Favorite smell?

Fresh cut grass or right before it rains.

Favorite sound?

Cleats on concrete.

Favorite accent?

Welsh.

*PREFERENCES Coke or Pepsi?

Pepsi.

Pen or Pencil?

Pen.

Day or Night?

Night.

Cat or Dog?

Both?

Summer or Winter?

Summer.

T.V. or Radio?

Radio

Brains or Beauty?

Brains.

Cup or Mug?

Mug

Tea or Coffee?

Tea

Gold or Silver?

Silver

Brush or Comb?

Brush

City or Country?

Neither.

Early or Late riser?

Early

Blond or Brunette?

Brunette

Scary or Romantic movies?

Scary

Board or Computer games?

Board

Half full or Half empty?

Either way it’s got liquid in it right?

Happy and poor or Sad and rich?

Happy

Glasses or Contacts?

Glasses

Flowers or Chocolates?

Flowers

Love or Money?

Love

Hugs or Kisses?

Cuddles forever.

#bdrptask #about the mun

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chongjojunsalsa · 8 years ago

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1. 2seok please!

Word Count: 3112 words (IM SO SORRY)

Pairing: Seokjin/Hoseok (2seok)

Prompts: “Why are we at a strip club?”

Summary: in which hoseok realises that his longtime crush may or may not like him back in a strip club

Note: SORRY THIS IS SO LATE i got so carried away omg ;; this is probably different than what you were looking for, it even has a plot and everything, it’s not even a drabble anymore but huhuhu i hope you like it!

Hoseok has been putty for the clumsy doe-eyed student in his dance class for as long as he can remember.

The first day he tumbled into Hoseok’s dance studio, he had on a look on his face that screamed determination. Messy hazel brown hair sat on his head, and he was clad in flannel and ripped jeans, his plush lips pursed into a smile and Hoseok had thought that the stranger was younger than himself and handed him a registration form (which he read later on and learnt that no, the stranger was in fact a hyung).

The stranger’s eyes widen a little, but he accepts the form with both hands and completes it quickly, a hum under his breath. Hoseok, while watching him, had in that instant considered giving him free lessons for being the single most attractive person to walk through those doors, but he wasn’t stupid enough to actually do it.

“Fair warning though, I’m really really bad at dancing,” Seokjin - according to the registration form - tapped on Hoseok’s arms gently and told him sheepishly, ears tinged red with what Hoseok could only guess was embarrassment. “I’m pretty much hopeless.”

Hoseok waved him off, offering him an encouraging smile. How bad could he be? “Nonsense! After all, I am J-hope, I’m your hope.”

At hearing that, Seokjin’s face reddened and he buried his face in his sleeves, and if not for his reaction, Hoseok would have felt faintly awkward about saying what he did, but having managed to elicit such an adorable reaction from the cute new student, he gave himself a mental high-five.

Seokjin wanted to start lessons the next day, and Hoseok was more than delighted to teach an enthusiastic new student, but honestly, if not for his pretty face, Murder in Local Dance Studio may have very well headlined the next day.

Simply speaking, Seokjin was absolutely right when he said he was really really bad at dancing. No offence.

In the span of three hours, Seokjin had fallen down six(teen, but he would never admit to that) times. He’d simply told Hoseok that he “slipped on the floorboards because they were polished too clean” or “tripped on that one loose floorboard” which Hoseok was pretty sure didn’t exist. It was exhausting enough to watch somebody fall this many times while trying their hardest to dance, so Hoseok guessed that it must have been even more tiring to be the one suffering through it.

So Hoseok was pretty happy when Seokjin nailed the first step of the dance the first time that day, drenched in sweat and overwhelmed with joy. Hoseok decided he would go through everything he’d taught Seokjin that day one last time before he sent him home, and until now, he doesn’t know if that was the right decision to make or not.

He’d expected Seokjin to fall, of course, but not this way.

To elaborate, he’d tripped over his foot and stumbled into Hoseok’s chest, who attempted to rescue the both of them by grabbing Seokjin’s elbows to no avail. They fell onto the floor with a loud thump in a tangle of long limbs and pained groans.

Suddenly, because of the close proximity of their faces, Hoseok’s senses were heightened. He could feel the up and down of Seokjin’s chest on his and see the rush of warmth blooming in Seokjin’s cheeks and hear Seokjin’s ragged breath after having practised non-stop for three hours and-

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” somebody called out from the other side of the dance studio and Hoseok whipped his head around to see Jimin with an incredibly smug look on his face.

“No!” Seokjin squeaked out and scrambled to get himself back onto his feet.

Jimin allowed his eyes to flit from Seokjin to Hoseok, who was pushing himself up as well, his cheeks too dusted a light pink. “Newcomer?”

Seokjin grinned at Jimin. “Yes! Please teach me well!”

At this, Hoseok couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

And just like this, Seokjin became a regular at Hoseok’s dance studio, insisting that he needed the practice if he’s going to become an idol, something that Hoseok has no other choice than to agree with, not only because he likes Seokjin’s company (and handmade lunches), but also because yes, he does need it, really badly.

But Hoseok hadn’t at that point fallen for Seokjin yet. He knew he was just harbouring a small crush on his pretty dance student. It was one especially cold Friday afternoon that he realised that he’d fallen for Seokjin. Hard.

(Literally.)

They were heading back for dance lessons after lunch, and maybe it was because Hoseok was super tired, or maybe it was because the epitome of clumsiness was skipping ahead of him, because Hoseok got his Chucks caught in the slightest crack in the pavement and collided with the asphalt with a loud oof!.

Seokjin swivelled his head around and almost had a slight panic attack when he saw Hoseok on the ground whining in pain. He rushed over and squatted down next to Hoseok, concern presenting itself in the form of creased eyebrows and pouty lips.

“Shit, it hurts real bad,” Hoseok groaned, pressing a finger against his ankle.

Seokjin frowned and positioned himself in front of Hoseok. “Get on my back.”

“No, I’m really heavy, I can manage,” Hoseok rejected Seokjin’s offer, only causing Seokjin’s frown to deepen further.

“You’re a dancer, you don’t want to cause permanent damage to your ankle,” Seokjin chided, insisting that Hoseok climb onto his back.

The winter air coloured Seokjin’s lips red and his cheeks pink. Paired with his recently bleached blond hair and ghost white bomber jacket, he looked like an angel and God, Hoseok would die right now if Seokjin was the one sent from heaven to collect his soul.

“Hobi! Are you listening? I said, climb onto my back,” the angel himself snapped Hoseok out of his thoughts and he relented, allowing himself to rest his chin on Seokjin’s wide shoulders as Seokjin lifted him up.

Seokjin’s uneven breaths came out as puffs of mist in the icy weather, and Hoseok, being the selfish man he is, was having the time of his life on Seokjin’s broad back, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the older man. Meanwhile, he was having a hard time trying to be oblivious to his heart racing in his chest, caused by this much contact with Seokjin at one time. And the way he was literally the knight to Hoseok’s damsel in distress? Swoon.

As soon as they got to the nearest medical clinic, Hoseok’s ankle was tended to efficiently, but he was told he couldn’t dance for two weeks, much to his disappointment.

Seokjin engulfed a sulking Hoseok in a suffocating hug as soon as he exited the room with the doctor.

The doctor smiled at the display of affection. “You will have your boyfriend to accompany you in the following two weeks.”

It went silent for a while, Seokjin and Hoseok not saying anything, as if waiting for the other to tell the doctor that no, we’re not boyfriends, thank you very much, but nobody did, and the doctor sensed immediately that he’s said something he shouldn’t have and apologised.

Luckily for Hoseok, Seokjin forgot about that little bout of awkwardness as soon as they got to the dance studio. Because Hoseok couldn’t dance anytime soon, he decided that they could both take the day off and watch funny movies on Hoseok’s iPad. Seokjin was more than delighted to take up Hoseok’s offer, whipping out a few bags of snacks he had in his bag. (“You were expecting this to happen?” “It’s nothing like that, you idiot!”)

Hoseok can’t express the joy he was feeling with Seokjin curling up to him and huddling an inch closer every five minutes to counter the cold outside. Or when Seokjin would constantly check on Hoseok’s ankle and ask if he was feeling alright.

It was afterwards when Seokjin had fallen asleep onto Hoseok’s shoulder and Hoseok had sub-consciously taken the liberty of brushing his bangs out of his face, and admiring his face up-close that he realised that shit, I’ve fallen for him.

Back to present day, and we have Seokjin entering Hoseok’s dance studio with a birthday present - a pair of expensive-looking new shoes - and a birthday cake, singing happy birthday at the top of his lungs with Jimin, who had bore nothing but a smirk on his face as soon as he strutted into the dance studio.

“Where’s my present, you brat?” Hoseok gasps in mock disbelief. “The disrespect!”

Jimin grins. “Don’t worry, hyung! I have a surprise for you!”

They have their own tiny celebration for Hoseok and he stares at them adoringly, the warmth and joy in his heart seeming to burst at its seams, as he embraces them fondly, his affection for them spilling out his mouth in a series of “thank you!”s and “I love you!”s.

Because he does love them; his best friend Jimin, and the love of his life Seokjin. (“Hear me out, Jimin. He’s the love of my life, I swear.” “I gotchu, fam.”)

Seokjin leaves at eight o’ clock, apologising profusely and owing it to club activities.

It’s finally time for Hoseok’s birthday surprise, Jimin announces, the smile on his face wider than ever. This may not turn out well.

The pungent smell of cheap booze pervades Hoseok’s nostrils and he immediately wishes he hadn’t taken up Jimin’s offer to make a trip down to the “newest, hottest” strip club. Unpleasant house music and too-buff men seem to be all the strip club can offer, two things that Hoseok had originally found distasteful individually, but he hadn’t expected their combination to make him want to throw up this bad. He poles at his drink with his bendy straw in boredom, ignoring the up-close and personal experience with other men’s thinly clothed crotches.

“Remind me again,” Hoseok sighs, fingers massaging his temples, “why are we at a strip club?”

There is a glint of mischievousness in Jimin’s crescent-shaped eyes. “Patience, my friend.”

“Just because I told you I was gay for Seokjin, doesn’t mean I want these people thrusting their hips into my face.”

Jimin snickers but asks Hoseok to wait a while more.

All of a sudden, the music stops, and Hoseok perks up to look at the commotion. The crowd around him has gotten considerably thicker and more than half of the strippers are nowhere to be seen.

A deep voice booms through the loud speakers over the music. “Presenting Ulzzang!”

And oh my God, the crowd goes nuts. They chant Ulzzang over and over again, and while it may feel good while looking into a sea of giggly teenagers doing it, horny men with too much money in their pockets are a different story. And Ulzzang? Really? What kind of stripper name is that? What kind of narcissistic bastard would make his stripper name Ulzzang?

Oh, if only poor Hoseok had known.

In the middle of the room, grinding against the pole on top of an elevated platform, in all his glory, is Kim Seokjin. Unlike the other strippers who had on rock hard abs and various patterns of one-size-too-small boxers, Seokjin is clad in a more feminine piece of underwear (fortunately for him, his masculinity isn’t fragile) and making up for his lack of bulging muscles is a deadly combination of broad shoulders and a tiny waist.

He’s definitely not a rookie, Hoseok can tell that much. From the way he slides down the pole to the way he politely rejects every offer to go somewhere else and fuck, he’s handling the crowd well, giving them enough to appease them, but not enough to satisfy them. And boy is Hoseok entranced by Ulzzang.

God, he thinks he’s just popped a boner. Who wouldn’t if they were watching their longtime crush dance around a pole in nothing but skimpy underwear in front of a huge crush? You would.

And how the hell is Seokjin so good at this and at the same time so bad in the dance studio? Fucking sorcery, Hoseok thinks.

He grabs at Jimin’s arm with the intention to ask him how in the world he managed to get ahold of the fact that Seokjin was a part-time stripper. “Jimin-”

“Do you need something?” a voice much deeper than Jimin’s interrupts him and Hoseok just realises he’s grabbed a stranger and Jimin is nowhere to be found. The stranger is good-looking, but not nearly as handsome as Seokjin, and has on a weird ensemble of mismatched but expensive-looking clothing. He looks like he could buy Seokjin for an entire night.

Hoseok curses under his breath and plasters an apologetic smile onto his lips. “Sorry, I mistook you for somebody else.”

He turns back to watch Seokjin, but the stranger says, “You’re this captivated by Ulzzang?”

Hoseok’s polite smile falters. What?

“I can see it in your eyes! Everybody in this club wants him for a good fuck, but you want something more than that, don’t you?” A boxy smile plays on the stranger’s lips. “Ulzzang really is something, huh?”

Hoseok grits his teeth at the stranger’s audacity, he wouldn’t know anything about him or Seokjin or anything between them. “You don’t-”

“Tell you a secret, insider’s scoop,” the stranger offers, the smile on his face only growing wider. Despite Hoseok’s protests, he continues, “Before Ulzzang, he wanted his stage name to be Mr Worldwide Handsome.”

Hoseok can’t help but chuckle at that, because Seokjin has mentioned being worldwide handsome while staring at the ceiling-to-floor mirror in his dance studio. “He is worldwide handsome.”

The stranger laughs, “He is. So you do know Seokjin personally!”

Hoseok panics internally. He hadn’t thought this through, what if this guy was actually Seokjin’s stalker and he-

“In case you think I’m a stalker, I’m not,” the stranger says as if he’d read Hoseok’s mind.

“Then you’re his sugar daddy?” Hoseok gasps. It all makes sense, from this guys Gucci slippers to his Gucci slacks and Gucci shades - who the hell wears shades in a strip club - he could totally be-

“I wish,” the stranger says jokingly, his boxy smile re-appearing. “I’m his best friend.”

“You’re Kim Taehyung?”

“So he does talk about me!” His boxy grin stretches wider. “And who might you be?”

“His dance teacher.”

Taehyung does a double take when he hears that. “You? You’re his crush?”

Hoseok’s mind goes blank and he almost chokes on his drink. “What?”

“You lucky man!”

“What did you say?”

“You lucky man?”

“No, before that.”

“That you’re his crush?”

“You’re kidding me.”

“God, he talks about you 24/7! It’s all Hobi this, Hobi that, I could start a Wikipedia page just for you.”

“Only hyung gets to call me Hobi!”

Taehyung pays him no mind. “Hobi, you lucky man! Mr Worldwide Handsome has a crush on you!”

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“Honestly, thank God, because I thought it was some middle-aged man who was giving my Seokjin dance lessons and I cannot imagine that,” Taehyung pays no attention to the disbelief in Hoseok’s voice, rattling on.

“You-”

“He even took up this job just to get your birthday present!” Taehyung tells Hoseok and before Hoseok can ask him another question, he glances at his phone and before bolting away, exclaims, “Oops! Look at the time, gotta go!” He really is the alien Seokjin makes him out to be.

By the time Hoseok turns to look at Seokjin, still in utter incredulity that Seokjin now has a 1% chance of liking him back depending on whether Hoseok wants to trust what Taehyung had just told him, he is on all-fours, barely within distance of the few hands that attempt to reach up to touch him.

Hoseok manages a smile.

“So, how’d you like my birthday present?” Jimin asks the next day, a smirk ever present on his face.

“I don’t know if I’m aroused or concerned to know about this,” Hoseok admits and lies on the newly polished floorboards, eyes trained at the ceiling. He turns to Jimin. “But how the heck can he dance so well in the strip club and be so bad at it here?”

Jimin laughs. “I’m surprised you’re this oblivious. What are the chances of somebody tripping into somebody else a hundred percent of the time?”

“You’re not saying-”

“Yes, I am.”

The chime of the bells attached to their door jingles and Jimin and Hoseok turn towards the glass door.

Seokjin’s eyes are a little puffy and he suppresses a yawn with a hand to his mouth. He’s zombified and basically not fully awake yet, hovering around the shoe rack and staring at it as if he’s trying to figure out what its real purpose in life is. Hoseok finally realises that ah, so that’s why nowadays he comes for lessons looking like he hasn’t slept a wink. His heart swells, as he acknowledges that Seokjin had done it all for him, and that Taehyung may be right in Seokjin being able to return his feelings.

But Hoseok can’t resist himself.

“So, Ulzzang, how much for one night?”

“Sorry, I don’t do one-night-stands,” Seokjin answers automatically, as if on cue, not yet realising he’s talking to Hoseok. He rubs at his eyes sleepily.

Hoseok decides to take a chance. “Do you have a crush on Jung Hoseok?”

“God, yes,” Seokjin mutters, “I literally came in all those months ago to tell him that I found him cool and liked him, but of course I accepted that stupid registration form, and he’s been treating me like a student ever since! Even though I’m his hyung!”

Hoseok’s heart skips a beat. Jimin snickers in the background.

He rubs at his eyes again and suddenly freezes, turning to look at Jimin and Hoseok, the latter whose mouth is hanging wide open at Seokjin’s confession. His face turns tomato red and he wants to explain himself but what is there to explain when you’ve just blurted out your eternal crush on your dance teacher?

“I-”

“I like you, too,” Hoseok cuts Seokjin short, and Jimin squeals. “So you don’t have to pretend to be a clumsy dolt in front of me all the time, even if your flirting technique did kind of work. And don’t go to that strip club ever again.”

Seokjin breaks into the biggest, most relieved smile Hoseok has ever seen him in, and Hoseok once again remembers why he’s been putty for him as long as he can remember, and for as long as he’s alive.

That’s all, folks!

Note(again): IM SORRY IM SO EXTRA and i sincerely apologise if that was too lengthy for any of y’all, or if you found the plot really extra oops! like i said, i got carried away ack so ;; and vmin acting as wingmen for their oblivious hyungs omg pls and ok y’all i may post this on my ao3 so you can go find me there and maybe leave a sneaky kudos tqvm!

#2seok #jingko writes #requests #bts fic #ksj #jhs #ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

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imaginetonyandbucky · 8 years ago

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Helping Hands

Chapter Fourteen: Near At Hand

With Lewis’s advice in mind (“Don’t overwhelm the man with big gestures”) Tony had asked, impulsively, what Bucky wanted to do for a date. After they’d stopped making out on his workstation like horny teenagers. Which had involved Tony having to adjust his slacks a few times, because… yeah.

Despite not liking the phrase, Tony had to admit, Lewis was right. Tony was slumming it. He’d never dated so far outside of his own social circles. Not that most of his best people didn’t come from less than extravagant backgrounds. Lewis herself had worked at a pet shelter, and Pepper had been the executive assistant for a CEO cretin who’d been sexually harassing her. Of course, Ty Stone was a paparazzi and gossip-monger, with a side-order of high-end blackmailer, so obviously people from all walks of life had an equal opportunity to be assholes.

But mostly, Tony had dated in his social circle, or close to it. Business moguls and the daughters of industry barons, actors and politicians’ sons. A few models. The lead singer of a Top 40 band. And the people, like Ty, who hung on the edge of that crowd. People whose idea of a spectacular date included jetting to Paris or walking the red carpet or blowing a hundred grand in a casino, chasing Lady Luck.

Bucky had turned adorably shy and asked if they might go to dinner and catch a show on Broadway and had apologized as if the idea was too extravagant, too expensive.

Tony sent off a quick text to Pepper, asking what shows SI currently had tickets for -- they kept a small bank of seats on reserve at most of the major theaters for the purposes of wining and dining important vendors and partners, or as rewards for enterprising employees -- and discovered that Bucky had never actually been to a live Broadway performance in his life, which just seemed a shame. Concerts, yeah -- and Tony teased him into admitting that he’d been in a band himself, back in high school, though obviously losing an arm made playing guitar a little difficult -- and a few grade-school plays where Steve had played second Octopus, but not one of the full-overboard high theatrics spectacles, like Cats or Hamilton.

“Wicked, Cirque du Soleil, or Hamilton?” Tony asked, as Pepper returned his text. “Oh, and seats at Balthazar’s for dinner, excellent.”

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Bucky blinked. “How did you do that?”

Tony waggled his phone. “I have a personal assistant for a reason. And that reason is to make my life easier and save more time for sciencing. Or, you know, partying. Same thing, really. Just I try to science with less booze. It’s safer.”

“Hmm,” Bucky answered, then leaned over and kissed Tony’s cheek. “Thanks. What time should I be ready?”

Tony checked the itinerary Pepper had updated for him as soon as they were done texting. “Dinner’s at 6, so, 5:30?”

“Sounds great,” Bucky said.

“I don’t get another kiss?” Tony asked, plaintive.

“After the date, Tony,” Bucky teased. “Wouldn’t want you to think I’m easy, would I?”

While Tony tried to pick his way through that minefield, Bucky left the lab, the traces of his laughter hanging in the air.

Tony walked into the living room and Bucky stood up from where he was lounged against the couch. For someone who’d never owned a suit before -- his dress uniform did not count, Bucky had protested -- he wore it well. James Bond in training.

Bucky also apparently had two entirely different personalities. There was the angry-sullen Bucky that he’d given to Christine for the photo shoot, expressions that made it look like he was considering the shortest route to cutting your heart out, and then there was this one. The date-Bucky, which Tony had nearly forgotten in the last, heart-rending, weeks. The one with the wide, delighted, set-the-room-on-fire smile and dancing blue eyes and quick, loose-limbed gestures. The one who’d kissed Tony stupid and then admitted to being completely overwhelmed.

And damn, he looked fine in that suit. Tony wanted nothing more than to take Bucky out and show him off, then bring him home and peel him out of that suit. Slowly. With great attention to detail.

Pump the brakes, Stark, he told himself.

“Looking good, Mr. Stark,” Wanda said. She and Steve were playing a cut-throat game of Uno at the coffee table, both of them playing two separate hands like they were professional card-sharks. She was wearing pyjama pants with kittens on them and the new Vision tee, a gold diamond with a pair of cybernetic blue eyes just underneath; the album name they were going with was for the title track, “Didn’t See That Coming.” J and Pietro had started cutting some of the initial tracks yesterday.

Tony had, of course, grown up wearing suits and therefore carried himself much like he did any other day, with calm assurance. He gave Wanda a quick grin. “You’re the absolute height of fashion, yourself, there, kid.”

Wanda held up one hand, palm out, to shield Steve from the middle finger she flicked at Tony. Tony cackled, delighted. Wanda, he liked. She was unflappable, affectionate, and absolutely and brutally honest. Bucky had called her his Jiminy Cricket once. Even if Tony hadn’t liked her on his own, getting on Wanda’s good side was absolutely essential to keeping Bucky happy. Wanda made it easy to like her, though.

Wanda played a Skip, Reverse, Skip, Skip, and called Uno, then said, “Hey, the band wants to know if they can come over after rehearsal and chill. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” Tony said, “but no drinking if you’re going in the hot-tub or the pool, okay?”

Wanda rolled her eyes at him. “I’m not an idiot.”

Tony laughed. “Yeah, well, sometimes I am, so…”

“Steve,” Bucky said, waiting until his son turned all the way around, “you be good for your cousin, yeah? And pretend to eat a vegetable with dinner. Just humor me, okay?”

Steve pouted as if the idea of eating something that wasn’t chicken nuggets or hot dogs was the worst punishment ever. “Okay.” He got up and hugged his father, rumpling Bucky’s blue shirt. “Are you and Mr. Tony going on a date?”

“That’s the plan,” Bucky said. He scooped the kid up and kissed his cheek noisily. Steve made a disgusted face and wiped his face off with his sleeve. “God, you weigh a ton, kid. You’re gonna be all grown up before I know it.”

“Yeah?” Steve perked up. “When that happens, can I have your bike?”

“No, you may not,” Bucky said. “If you’re really good, though, I might let you tie your shoes all by yourself.”

“Goodie.” The seven-year-old’s sarcasm was point-on. “Can I brush my own teeth, too?”

“Don’t get too wild and crazy,” Bucky cautioned. He put Steve back on the floor and the boy ran off to finish the card game, crowing with triumph as he played two back-to-back Draw Fours. Wanda groaned and filled her hand with cards.

Tony offered his arm, a strange pain in his chest as he watched Bucky interact with his son. “Shall we go? Pepper will murder me if we miss our reservations.”

“Has she, ever, actually murdered anyone?” Bucky wondered aloud.

“That’s classified,” Tony said, deadpan. Bucky laughed, throwing his head back and his bangs fell into his face. Tony allowed himself the tiniest bit of hope that maybe, this time, the date wouldn’t end in complete disaster.

Tony had literally seen life and death decisions made with less deliberation than Bucky was exhibiting, choosing between the lamb rack and the coq au vin. Tony put his own menu aside to watch Bucky agonize, not being able to keep from smiling. He was reminding himself not to overwhelm the poor guy; he pinched off his first suggestion, which was to just get both. His second suggestion was that he get one, let Tony get the other, and they could share.

His next several impulses were worse, and continued to nag at him; Bucky made him want to spend money, not to impress, but because Bucky was so delighted and amazed by stuff Tony was so used to that it was both painful and intensely fun. For just a moment, Tony held the patronizing thought that this was why people had children -- to watch someone else experience a thing for the first time in some way that brought the joy back.

Tony started his little mental file; he always had one these days, ever since he’d totally fucked up with Pepper, forgetting her birthday and then bringing her strawberries (which she was allergic to, because damn it, he was a genius, but he could only remember strawberries, and not why they were connected). He’d learned his lesson, finally. If he paid attention, made the little details as important as math and science and engineering… that made a difference.

Or, so the theory went. Since he and Pepper had split, he hadn’t actually put the theory into practice. Consider this a field test, he told himself. From just dinner, he’d learned Bucky preferred beer to wine, and beach-drinks to beer, preferably with frozen fruit and a rim of sugar. (Note to self: dig out the blender) Also, that he thought calling french fries “pomme frites” was pretentious as hell, and that he would absolutely not eat the last piece of bread in the basket.

And that he was pretty. Tony had known that already, of course, but he couldn’t quite get over it, kept trying to be casual and failing miserably. So very pretty.

Bucky had noticed, of course, that Tony was watching him. He looked up at Tony from under those long lashes with eyes that were the color of stormclouds. Bucky worried at his lip with his teeth whenever he was thinking and sometimes when he was talking, he’d rest his pinkie against the corner of his lip, which was damn distracting.

Bucky also sat with his back to a wall and had the higher situational awareness that put Tony in mind of some of his more fervent bodyguards, especially the ones who’d been around when Tony was younger and went through what seemed like an absolute epidemic of being kidnapped and held for ransom. Apparently, a bunch of really third-rate bad guys had thought that Howard might be willing to part with some cash for his son back. Hadn’t worked out for them, very well. Tony’d gotten pretty good about escaping from restraints and picking locks and building bombs out of kitchen supplies. At least tonight, Tony hoped that high-alert wouldn’t be necessary for anything more than not having a mouthful of food when the waiter came over to ask if everything was to their satisfaction.

The other thing Tony learned was that Bucky had impossibly long legs and that he sprawled when he sat down, legs carelessly extended under the table. When Tony had kicked him under the table the first time, Tony had apologized and drawn his feet back. Usually playing footsie under the table wasn’t a thing for Tony; at his very tallest (with the inserts in his shoes) was about 5’7”, so there was ample space for Tony’s legs and just about anyone else’s. Bucky, however, had stretched out just a little further, hooked the toe of his shoe around the back of Tony’s ankle and dragged his foot forward a few inches, then pressed his calf against Tony’s.

That little point of contact, unseen and secret and affectionate, was doing things to Tony.

The only word that Tony could find to describe his mental situation was captivated. Or maybe smitten.

Balthazar’s was a popular place, and Tony was unsurprised when his attendance got some attention. A few tech-fans had come over to ask -- very nicely -- if they could get selfies with the man who’d invented their phones, and Tony was happy enough to oblige them.

And Bucky spotted Scarlett Johansson with her current husband, the advertising mogul, Romain Dauriac. He stared for a long time, almost bordering on rude, but not for the reasons Tony thought. “You know, Clint said so, but I didn’t quite believe him.” Bucky scrolled through his phone pictures and eventually came up with one of Clint with his wife, who did bear a startling resemblance to the actress, except Nat had red hair and ScarJo was usually blonde.

Dinner was good, and dessert was better. Bucky insisted on feeding Tony a few spoonfuls of his creme brulee, which was actually quite good, but the sharing was better. In the manner of social media and hashtags, Tony and Bucky were a trending topic on Twitter before they left the restaurant. Not shocking, but Tony texted Happy to come pick them up at the door. Even so, one of the rag-journalists grabbed Bucky’s arm before they could make a clean getaway.

Those stormcloud eyes went flat and angry at the touch, and Bucky shook the man’s hand off forcefully. No, bad, Tony thought. Do not assault the paparazzi. Not that Tony had room to talk, really, but still. Darcy would kill them both.

“Mr. Stark, Mr. Stark,” one of the gathered reporters yelled, “is it true that --”

“Oh, come on, now Matthew,” Tony said, giving the man his best press-grin, “you know that nothing anyone says about me is true.”

“Or everything is,” one of the other reporters shot back.

“Well, I’ll just leave that to you to figure out,” Tony responded, and shoved Bucky toward the car, hard, with the hand at the small of his back so it looked like an affectionate gesture. Once they were safely inside the back of Tony’s car, Happy at the wheel and on their way to the theater, Tony was able to take a breath and notice how badly Bucky was shaking.

“Hey, hey,” Tony said. “You all right?”

“I don’t…” Bucky took a few deep, shuddering breaths and raked his hands through his hair, messing it all up. “I don’t like to be touched when I’m not… when I don’t know the person.”

“Yeah,” Tony said. “They do that, sometimes. I expect we’ll end up going through another gauntlet on the way into the theater. Unless you want to skip that --”

“No, it’s fine,” Bucky said. He scraped his hair back again and returned it to the bun, somewhat less smooth and suave than it had been before, which just added to the appeal. “Just…”

“Did Darcy give you a prepped statement, in case anyone asks you questions?” Tony asked. He had a few fall-back lines of his own, although they’d been in place since long before Darcy had become his social-media maven.

Bucky actually chuckled and Tony relaxed against the back of the seat. “She tried,” he said, “but apparently, I am useless at delivering a prepared speech. I’ve been relegated to ‘no comment’ until she can get me lined up with an acting coach.”

They did manage to get into the theater without further incident, although someone with a telephoto lens and too much time on their hands had taken note of the messed up nature of Bucky’s hair after getting out of the car, and the angle of the shot prompted the glibly less-than-140-character post, “Where is Stark’s hand and why is Mr. Barnes smiling?”

When Tony leaned over before the curtain went up to show the tweet to Bucky, the poor guy went so red in the face that Tony had a hard time not laughing. And since they were right next to each other, when the lights went dim, Tony gave up on resisting his other impulse, and let his fingers rest on Bucky’s thigh for the entirety of the first act.

Author Note

brace yourself for three weeks worth of fluff (and smut) as their date takes three chapters. wow, I must have been in a really good mood when I wrote it! Enjoy!

as always, @tisfan

#winteriron #prompts #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #tisfan #helping hands AU #tooth rotting fluff #dates

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The habit of making plans, of criticizing, sanctioning and molding my life, is too much of a daily event for me. – Anais Nin • I saw Ronnie Hawkins play near my hometown, Port Dover, Ontario, and I saw him play there on New Year’s Eve and the following spring I booked myself to be his opening act on maybe five shows, and he hired me after the first night. – Rick Danko • I think in terms of the day’s resolutions, not the years’. – Henry Moore • I was a total nerd growing up. I’d rather sit home and read a novel on New Year’s Eve and say, ‘Wow, I read the whole thing in one night!’ That was my idea of a big time. – Beth Broderick • I was at a New Year’s Eve party, and someone asked me how was my year, and I said, ‘I honestly think 2011 was the best year of my entire life,’ and I actually meant it. – Dave Grohl • I won’t be going to any New Year’s Eve parties because I think they’re naff. No one over the age of 15 should bother going to parties. – Julie Burchill • i would like to remind the management that the drinks are watered and the hat-check girl has syphilis and the band is composed of former ss monsters However since it is new year’s eve and i have lip cancer i will place my paper hat on my concussion and dance – Leonard Cohen • I would rather receive a Pap smear from Captain Hook than venture out on New Year’s Eve. – Jen Lancaster • I would say happy new year, but it’s not happy; it’s exactly the same as last year except colder. – Robert Clark • If the age of the Earth were a calendar year and today were a breath before midnight on New Year’s Eve, we showed up a scant fifteen minutes ago, and all of recorded history has blinked by in the last sixty seconds. Luckily for us, our planet-mates–the fantastic meshwork of plants, animals, and microbes–have been patiently perfecting their wares since March, an incredible 3.8 billion years since the first bacteria. …After 3.8 billion years of research and development, failures are fossils, and what surrounds us is the secret to survival. – Janine Benyus • If you asked me for my New Year Resolution, it would be to find out who I am. – Cyril Cusack • If you feel compelled to give a New Year’s Eve party, don’t invite people to arrive too early or they’ll go off the boil before midnight. – Jilly Cooper • If you over plan New Year’s Eve it’s going to be a disaster so you have to be alive to changes. – Cate Blanchett • I’m usually at home and in bed by 10 o’clock. I do not want to be out at anybody’s New Year’s Eve party. – Andre Leon Talley • It goes Christmas, New Year’s Eve, Valentine’s Day. Is that fair to anyone who’s alone? These are all days you gotta be with someone. 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Thompson • I’ve had some lovely extraordinary experiences on New Year’s Eve. – Debbie Harry • Let each new year find you a better person. – Benjamin Franklin • Let our New Year’s resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word. – Goran Persson • Let the dead Past bury its dead! – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow • Let this coming year be better than all the others. Vow to do some of the things you have always wanted to do but could not find the time. Call up a forgotten friend. Drop an old grudge, and replace it with some pleasant memories. Vow not to make a promise you do not think you can keep. Walk tall, and smile more. You will look 10 years younger. Do not be afraid to say, I love you. Say it again. They are the sweetest words in the world. – Ann Landers • Let this coming year be better than all the others. Vow to do some of the things you’ve always wanted to do but couldn’t find the time. – Ann Landers • Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Whatever you’re scared of doing, Do it. – Neil Gaiman • Make New Year’s goals. Dig within, and discover what you would like to have happen in your life this year. This helps you do your part. It is an affirmation that you’re interested in fully living life in the year to come. – Melody Beattie • Make your mistakes, next year and forever. – Neil Gaiman • Many years ago I resolved never to bother with New Year’s resolutions, and I’ve stuck with it ever since. – Dave Beard • May all your troubles last as long as your New Year’s resolutions. – Joey Lauren Adams • May the New Year bring you courage to break your resolutions early! – Aleister Crowley • May the New Year bring you courage to break your resolutions early! My own plan is to swear off every kind of virtue, so that I triumph even when I fall! – Aleister Crowley • Maybe this year, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives not looking for flaws, but looking for potential. – Ellen Goodman • My look is always glitzy for New Year’s Eve, even if I am at home. – Gloria Gaynor • My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace. (New Year’s Eve, 1947) – Patricia Highsmith • My New Year’s Eve is always 2 July, the night before my birthday. That’s the night I make my resolutions. And this year scares the life out of me, because no matter how successful, how good things appear, there is always a deep core of failure within me, although I am trying to deal with it. My biggest fear, this coming year, is that I will be waking up alone. It makes me wonder how many bodies will be fished out of the Thames, how many decaying corpses will be found in one-room flats. I’m just being realistic. – Tracey Emin • My New Year’s resolution was to stop saying ‘You go, girl’ to myself. – Zach Galifianakis • My parents used to throw great New Year’s Eve parties. They invited such an eclectic mix of showbiz people. All those cool people were always hanging out at our apartment. – Ben Stiller • Never tell your resolution beforehand, or it’s twice as onerous a duty. – John Selden • New Year’s Day is every man’s birthday. – Charles Lamb • New Year’s Eve always terrifies me. – Charles Bukowski • New Year’s eve is like every other night; there is no pause in the march of the universe, no breathless moment of silence among created things that the passage of another twelve months may be noted; and yet no man has quite the same thoughts this evening that come with the coming of darkness on other nights. – Hamilton Wright Mabie • New Year’s Eve, we’re going to be doing a concert with the Philadelphia Orchestra in Symphony Hall. It makes me feel good, because of all the people they could have had, they wanted me! We do have to do a little work with the rhythm section. – Barbara Cook • New Year’s Eve, where auld acquaintance be forgot. Unless, of course, those tests come back positive. – Jay Leno • New Year’s Eve. It’s a promise of a night. Single, married or widowed, in love, loveless or lovelorn, we all leave our apartments and pick through snow in high heels, or descend subway stairs in tuxedos, lured to wherever we’re going–whether we know it or not, would deny it or not–by the kiss of a stranger. – Jardine Libaire • New Year’s is a harmless annual institution, of no particular use to anybody save as a scapegoat for promiscuous drunks, and friendly calls and humbug resolutions. – Mark Twain • New Year’s Resolution: To tolerate fools more gladly, provided this does not encourage them to take up more of my time. – James Agate • Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. – Mark Twain • Now there are more overweight people in America than average-weight people. So overweight people are now average. Which means you’ve met your New Year’s resolution. – Jay Leno • Of all sound of all bells… most solemn and touching is the peal which rings out the Old Year. – Charles Lamb • On New Year’s Eve he ould make a resolution to recover some his previous scepticism, but until then he would do as the Romans do, and smile at people even if he disapproved of them – Nick Hornby • On New Year’s Eve, my dear friend lost his battle with depression . . . Though he wasn’t the first friend I’ve lost to suicide, I sure hope he’s the last. I wish I had the chance to go back and tell them what they meant to me. I wish I had the chance to beg them to seek help, to keep fighting. I wish they knew that they were surrounded by countless others who struggle on a daily basis. – Jared Padalecki • One of the many reasons I love living in New York is that we get a front row seat to the innumerable thrills that take place here – from conventions and awards shows, to parades and U.N. assemblies. But my favorite New York tradition is the annual New Year’s Eve ball-drop on Times Square. – Marlo Thomas • One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: ‘To rise above little things’. – John Burroughs • Only sad sacks and conformists need things like no kiss on New Year’s Eve to remind them to feel lonely. They’re as bad as the people who need St. Patty’s Day as an excuse to get drunk or Halloween to wear slutty outfits. You can feel sorry for yourself and dress like a hooker all year round: Hallmark never needs to know. – Julie Klausner • Ring out the false, ring in the true. – Alfred Lord Tennyson • Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. – Alfred Lord Tennyson • Shaving my head was a millennium ritual, to not let it pass as just another New Year’s Eve. A lot has happened to me in the last couple of years, personally and spiritually. I wanted to mark it for myself. – Joan Jett • So I started shoveling Bob’s driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party – Stephen Chbosky • So that’s my wish for you, and all of us, and my wish for myself. Make New Mistakes. Make glorious, amazing mistakes. Make mistakes nobody’s ever made before. Don’t freeze, don’t stop, don’t worry that it isn’t good enough, or it isn’t perfect, whatever it is: art, or love, or work or family or life. – Neil Gaiman • Spend your free time the way you like, not the way you think you’re supposed to. Stay home on New Year’s Eve if that’s what makes you happy. Skip the committee meeting. Cross the street to avoid making aimless chitchat with random acquaintances. Read. Cook. Run. Write a story. Make a deal with yourself that you’ll attend a set number of social events in exchange for not feeling guilty when you beg off. – Susan Cain • St. Patrick’s Day is the fourth biggest drinking day in America. It’s not the biggest. It’s right behind New Year’s Eve, Fourth of July, or any Secret Service party. – David Letterman • The feeling I have reminds me of New Year’s Eve, when the countdown is coming and I’m not quite sure whether to grab my camera or just live in the moment. Usually I grab the camera and later regret it when the picture doesn’t turn out. Then I feel enormously let down and think to myself that the night would have been more fun if it didn’t mean quite so much, if I weren’t forced to analyze where I’ve been and where I’m going. – Emily Giffin • The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. – Eleanor Roosevelt • The last thing I stole was a box of Coca Cola from a parked truck in Adelaide. I was nice and drunk. It was New Year’s Eve. And that was about 28 years ago. – Ronald Biggs • The merry year is born Like the bright berry from the naked thorn. – Hartley Coleridge • The new year begins in a snow-storm of white vows. – George William Curtis • The new year stands before us, like a chapter in a book, waiting to be written. We can help write that story by setting goals. – Melody Beattie • the object of a new year is not that we should have a new year, but rather that we should have a new soul. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • The object of a New Year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul and a new nose; new feet, a new backbone, new ears, and new eyes. Unless a particular man made New Year resolutions, he would make no resolutions. Unless a man starts afresh about things, he will certainly do nothing effective. – Gilbert K. Chesterton • The only way to spend New Year’s Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears. – W. H. Auden • The proper behavior all through the holiday season is to be drunk. This drunkenness culminates on New Year’s Eve, when you get so drunk you kiss the person you’re married to. – P. J. O’Rourke • This leg will be known as Christmas, and this leg will be known as New Year’s Eve! Ladies…why don’t you all come visit the Big Valbowski between the holidays. – Val Venis • Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn. – Delmore Schwartz • To me, doing a gay pride show is one of the most fun things. My first show that paid more than $10,000 was in a gay club on New Year’s Eve in San Francisco. – Queen Latifah • To shut the door at the end of the workday, which does not spill over into evening. To throw away books after reading them so theydon’t have to be dusted. To go through boxes on New Year’s Eve and throw out half of what is inside. Sometimes for extravagance to pick a bunch of flowers for the one table. Other women besides me must have this daydream about a carefree life. – Maxine Hong Kingston • To this day, on my cheat days from my diet, which are New Year’s Eve and my birthday, I buy luxury foods that are very indicative of my class. – Sandra Cisneros • Tomorrow is the first blank page of a 365-page book. Write a good one. – Brad Paisley • Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover. – H. Jackson Brown, Jr. • We spend January 1st walking through our lives, room by room, drawing up a list of work to be done, cracks to be patched. Maybe this year, to balance the list, we ought to walk through the rooms of our lives…not looking for flaws, but for potential. – Ellen Goodman • We’ve made mistakes, But we’ve made good friends too. Remember all the nights we spent with them? And all our plans, Who says they can’t come true? Tonight’s another chance to start again. It’s just another New Year’s Eve, Another night like all the rest. – Barry Manilow • What you do for Jewish New Year is you go down to Times Square. It’s a lot quieter than the regular New Year. It’s just a few Jews walking around going, “sup?” – Jon Stewart • When I go, I’ll take New Year’s Eve with me. – Guy Lombardo • When I played the Sahara Hotel in Las Vegas on New Year’s Eve, I got to bring Wiley, my 85-pound black lab. He’s responsible for my favorite New Year’s memory of all: At the end of the show, he ran onstage and then out across all the tables in the showroom, sending champagne glasses and gamblers flying. – Elayne Boosler • When I stopped wanting my New Year’s Eve to be perfect, to bring in the New Year right, is when it started working out right. When I was young, I was always looking for the best party to be at, to ring in the New Year, and I always ended up in the car going, “Happy New Year.” – Hilary Swank • Whether we want them or not, the New Year will bring new challenges; whether we seize them or not, the New year will bring new opportunities. – Michael Josephson • Women get a little more excited about New Year’s Eve than men do. It’s like an excuse: you drink too much, you make a lot of promises you’re not going to keep; the next morning as soon as you wake up you start breaking them. For men, we just call that a date. – Jay Leno • Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. – Ralph Waldo Emerson • Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us. Cheers to a new year and another chance for us to get it right. – Oprah Winfrey • You staying home all alone on New Year’s Eve? Unthinkable. Take my advice the countdown should be shared with someone, or it’s just another set of numbers passing you by. – E. A. Bucchianeri • Your success and happiness lies in you. Resolve to keep happy, and your joy and you shall form an invincible host against difficulties”.- Helen Keller, American author, political activist, and lecturer “Let our New Year’s resolution be this: we will be there for one another as fellow members of humanity, in the finest sense of the word. – Goran Persson Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. -Steve Jobs • Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to. – Bill Vaughan

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(these lyrics man, haha nothing more relatable❤️)

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i remember the first time it happened, i was fourteen. two weeks and two days before my fifteenth birthyday. i knew him fairly well, i mean i knew him in third grade and met again in eighth. we hung out a few times back then.

anyway, my friend N had a crush on his friend S, and that was enough for us to all hangout again freshman year and try to get S and N to hook up. nothing too crazy, just make out maybe. i went downstairs with him and looked in the fridge for a drink, he shut it behind me. he kept trying to push me against it, kiss my lips and neck. i pushed him off a few times, but he was a freshman on the varsity football team so i didn’t really have a chance.

i told him about my boyfriend, about how i loved him and could never cheat. because somehow being raped is cheating. he guilt tripped me as a final resort and i gave up the fight. i lost my virginity to sexual assault two weeks and two days before my fifteenth birthday.

the second time was very different. it was the summer going into sophomore year, i was fifteen. i got back home from white water rafting in maine and went straight to my friend N’s house for a house party. the cops cane eventually. i was reassured that i could still spend the night, but later kicked out when most of the crowd had left. M told me he lived in my hometown, that he could drive me back home. i didn’t end up home. instead i was at a public park with a bunch of disgusting teenage boys who decided to take advantage of me.

i was blackout and unconscious in the car, so they didn’t bring me home. i was too easy of a victim to give up. J, M, J, P and T brought me back to M’s house. i remember thirty seconds. i was on the bathroom floor and a stranger was having sex with me while people were watching. i think i had a panic attack and blacked out again because i don’t remember anything else other than what M told me before he killed himself.

the third time, i went out for a burnride which turned into a booze cruise. i think i was 16. it was with an old friend, E, and her two guy friends. B dropped off everyone before me and drove to another city and parked in the woods. my phone was dead. i asked him to bring me home, he said after we had some fun. i pleaded to go home for probably thirty minutes, but i had school in three hours so i couldn’t fight for long.

i gave in, he dropped me off. we never spoke again.

the next time was in september 2018. i probably shouldn’t have taken two ativan and a bottle of bacardi, but hell i’ve been pretty fucked in the head for a while so fuck it!

i only remember him calling me “bb” while fucking me in a field. i remember that “bb” like a ghost haunting me because it gave me chills. i had no fight in my body though, i could hardly move, so maybe i was the ghost.

i could never forget in december 2018 when i refused to get into a relationship with a boy i met on canpus. he forcefully fucked me (one last time!) and beat the fuck out of me while he did it.

we still talk to this day, and somehow i’m usually the asshole in his eyes.

the most recent time, because i’m SURE it’s not the last time, i was at a house show in lowell. this was saturday night. august third to be exact. same house i’ve been going to every weekend since late september. i woke up in nashua, JM was fucking me. he pulled out, came all over me, threw a towel at me and left. it wasn’t his house afterall.

with no idea where i was and no belongings, still a little drunk from the show the night before, i just laid there. this man, C, who i had met the night prior came in. he asked if i needed a ride home. i asked to go back to lowell. he mentioned we had sex the night before, i had no memory of even getting in his car, never mind his house, room or bed.

i went to take a shower and discovered bruises. a lot of them. they coated my chest, ribs, back, boobs, thighs. when i was shampooing my hair, i noticed i had bumps around my hairline and back of my head.

i remember the entire show, so what happened in this man’s house? i feel so fucking sick.

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you get to a point of understanding you, yourself, are the problem. it doesn’t happen this often to other people. it’s like you search for the worst possible situations, the most chaos you can find. you don’t believe you should be happy maybe, or maybe you just understand how absolutely fucking worthless you and your meat suit are. the world cannot be the problem.

so do i kill them or myself?

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20 Stylish Birthday Gifts The Woman In Your Life Will Love

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20 Stylish Birthday Gifts The Woman In Your Life Will Love

It’s a universally acknowledged truth that nothing quite takes the edge off growing yet another year older than receiving a stonkingly good birthday present. Even the birthday naysayers who like to ignore their own special day are secretly happy when presented with a thoughtful gift.

Which is why we have trawled the shops to bring you the best birthday presents in the land for the woman in your life, guaranteed to score you some serious brownie points. From fashion to foodstuffs, there’s something to suit even the fussiest of birthday girls. Now all you have to do is master the wrapping up.

A Blouse Top

Remember cult London label Antipodium? Nope, well you can bet that the fashionista recipient of this gift will. And so she’ll be thrilled to receive something – anything – from Creative Director Geoffrey J Finch’s latest project.

Initially launched exclusively at MatchesFashion, the power of Blouse – AKA deconstructed shirts and printed tops – can now be felt at Selfridges, too. With his tongue firmly in his cheek, Finch’s references run from Keeping Up Appearances’ hilarious Hyacinth Bucket to Shania Twain and RuPaul’s Drag Race’s Alyssa Edwards (natch), and he splashes them across the front and back of his perfect – and mindfully manufactured – cotton tees. Safe to say, if her sense of humour is as strong as her sartorial nous, she’ll be into it.

Buy Now: £65.00

Lingerie That She’ll Love

For far too long the lingerie market was dominated by designers that catered more to the male gaze than to the woman who would be wearing the damn underwear. But not any more; there is now a slew of brands creating undies that women will actually want to wear. So wave goodbye to cheap red lace and nasty crotchless knickers, and instead gift her pretty (and comfortable) silk pants, delicate bras in unexpected colour combos and bold bodysuits that are so achingly cool she’ll want to wear them as outerwear.

Basically, if it could get her accused of solicitation, take it out of your basket.

Buy Now: £45.00

A Cult Gaia Bag

If there was a bag that owned the past 12 months it was the bamboo ‘Ark’ clutch from LA-based brand Cult Gaia. We’re not sure how you didn’t notice – it was all over Instagram, cluttering up your feed. Just large enough to carry an emergency Mexican chicken wrap in it (pro-tip: this is an important requirement for a lot of women), it has a vintage feel while remaining ladylike.

While the OG is still relevant, designer Jasmin Larian has expanded her portfolio, introducing the kind of new shapes and materials that will ensure the brand isn’t a one-hit wonder.

Buy Now: £300.00

A Dainty Ring

Contrary to popular belief, women aren’t just hanging around desperate for a hunk of glass to be put on their finger – they like other jewellery too. Especially if it’s a sleek, Scandinavian-style piece that’ll fit in with the rest of her magpie haul.

Of course, the only thing to be careful of when it comes to ring shopping is the size. If you have access to her jewellery box then try one of her rings on your little finger and see how far down it goes, or if she doesn’t notice when things go missing, take a ring to the jewellery shop with you.

If you prefer to do your shopping from the comfort of the sofa, go for a pared-back design that would look good on any finger.

Buy Now: £109.99

A Pair of Shoes

Flats, heels or mules, nothing says, “I actually listen to you and pay attention to your style” as an on-trend pair of shoes. And with fast fashion ever-increasing in speed, Topman’s big sister brand Topshop is never a bad place to start. One of the best high street stores to translate pieces from the catwalk into something altogether more affordable, you can count on them to have her well-shod.

Buy Now: £56.00

A Silky Shirt

By its very nature fashion is transient, but while trends come and go there are some things – like a Chanel handbag – that will always be appreciated. Yet they don’t have to be bank-breakingly expensive.

Eternally relevant, a silk shirt (or even just a silk-feel shirt) will always have a place in a stylish woman’s wardrobe. Smartened up for work or paired with jeans at the weekend, it’s the chameleon of the closet. Right now, pyjama-style shirts are having a bit of a moment and it’s not hard to see why. After all, given half the chance who wouldn’t want to wear their PJs all day?

Buy Now: £29.99

A Bottle Of Gin

Unlike its Scottish cousin, whisky, which has to be matured for an age, gin doesn’t take very long to make, which is partly why there has been such an explosion in the gin market. It’s not just being manufactured in the UK and US either; from Japan to Norway, new gin producers are emerging across the globe.

It’s the ease of manufacture which lends itself to independent, craft booze makers, so now you can probably pick up a bottle that’s been made within a five mile radius of your house. Supporting the local economy never tasted so good.

Buy Now: £30.00

Pyjamas

Similarly to underwear, when shopping for pyjamas you have to think about what she’d want to wear and not what you think looks good. Comfort is absolutely key. But that doesn’t mean nightwear has to invoke the spirit of Wayne and Waynetta Slob; from silk pyjamas that cost hundreds to breathable cotton designs on the high street, there are plenty of options to pick from.

River Island is currently offering an excellent collection of embroidered PJs – we’re particularly into this nightshirt, which proves they’re not just for Scrooge.

Buy Now: £26.00

Charlotte Tilbury Products

British makeup artist Charlotte Tilbury has worked her magic on a number of famous faces, with Kate Moss and Kim Kardashian both benefiting from her skills. Having worked in the industry for over 25 years, she launched her eponymous makeup and skincare range in Selfridges in 2013, and it was an instant success.

As prettily packaged as it is effective, we’re convinced that most women would be happy to receive something from the Charlotte Tilbury range – in fact, she’ll probably be impressed that you even know who she is.

Buy Now: £60.00

Champagne Bowls

The design of the Champagne saucer has been variously attributed to both Marie Antoinette, the last Queen of France, and Madame de Pompadour, the chief-mistress of King Louis XV. Although neither of them deserve the honour as the glass was in fact invented in England, a good while before either of them were born.

While they’re not quite as practical as flutes – which were developed to maintain the bubbles – we think that it feels far more luxurious to drink fizz from a cope glass.

Buy Now: £32.00

A Silk Pillowcase

If there’s anyone with a Netflix account who isn’t currently obsessing over Queer Eye’s fab five, then we’ve yet to meet them. While everyone might argue over who their favourite is, there’s one thing we can all agree on: the majesty of grooming expert Jonathan’s glorious mane.

Apparently he keeps his locks looking so smooth and shiny by sleeping on a silk pillowcase, much like this one. Additional benefits include protecting and hydrating the skin, while also preventing split ends. Best. Gift. Ever.

Buy Now: £79.00

A Simple Tee

We’ve said it for a good while now, but Japanese brand Uniqlo really has nailed the art of the basics. But while its menswear offering has always been on point, its fairer sex collections have sometimes erred on the side of frumpy.

No longer. Since Christophe Lemaire took the reins as artistic director, Uniqlo’s womenswear offering has improved exponentially and it’s now a great place for artfully simple tops, T-shirts and jumpers. Head there for a birthday present that will put on a smile on her face but won’t have you weeping into your wallet.

Buy Now: £12.90

A Sleek Watch

There are so many things to consider when buying a watch for yourself, but when shopping for someone else it’s best to set all of the technical stuff to one side. Play it safe and opt for something that’s unobtrusive; a cool, minimal timepiece that will fit in with her style, whatever that may be.

And make sure you take a look at her jewellery collection before you pull the trigger – people can be quite particular about mixing metals, so if she only wears silver then get a silver watch; if she’s a gold type of girl… you get the drift.

Buy Now: £255.00

Simple Summer Sandals

Footwear brand Ancient Greeks takes its inspiration from Greek mythology and legend, meaning its sandals are the very essence of classic – meaning they’ll be on her shoe rack for years to come.

This season, the label has collaborated with Italian designer Fabrizio Viti, who has added a hint of feminine prettiness with his daisy decorations. If you’re feeling extra generous, book her in for a pre-sandal-wearing pedicure, too.

Buy Now: £195.00

MAC Makeup

With its ever more frequent – and always interesting – collaborations, MAC will always be a great go-to option for birthday presents. Always first with fresh new colours, its impressive archive is full of classics, too. There are few women who haven’t pledged allegiance to a MAC lipstick shade.

It has recently brought out collections with designer Nicopanda, makeup artist Patrick Starrr and cartoon Betty Boop, while an Aaliyah-inspired range is also promised, proving that even death is no obstacle to a good collaboration.

Buy Now: £19.50

A Gin Serving Set

What to buy for the gin-loving lady who has it all? A serving set dedicated entirely to that clear liquid, of course.

Gin’s popularity over the last few years means that ever more ingenious ways of serving it are being found, while drinkers are becoming more particular about the sort of gins they will and will not drink. Then there’s the perfect garnish; from peppercorns and lavender to the humble cucumber, gin is served numerous ways and deserves something to do it justice. This handsome kit from Polish glassware company LSA should to the trick.

Buy Now: £300.00

A Go-To Bottle Of Perfume

We know, buying a bottle of perfume as a birthday gift doesn’t exactly constitute thinking outside of the box, but when bought correctly, there can be few presents that are quite as thoughtful.

If you know what her favourite scent is, then just buy her a top up and watch the brownie points come rolling in. If you’re not sure or she doesn’t already have one, then we recommend going with something new to impress her. And if you’re really stumped, go for a well-designed bottle that’ll look nice on the shelf – she’ll think of you every time she sees it.

Buy Now: £72.00

A Sleek Coffee Table Book

Buying a novel for someone can be fraught with difficulty. Books are so incredibly personal that unless you know the recipient incredibly well – and specifically what type of literature they’re into – it’s best to steer clear.

However, coffee table books exist more on the surface level – as long as it’s beautiful to look at and based on her interest then you should be on safe ground. This stunning tome from Italian fashion legend Anna Dello Russo is designed like a keepsake box and should make even the snarliest of fashionistas smile.

Buy Now: £97.50

SAD Light

If you’re shopping for someone who lives in the Northern Hemisphere, there really is no more thoughtful gift than a SAD lamp. Proven to help alleviate the symptoms of Seasonal Affective Disorder in just seven days, it encourages the brain to reduce the production of melatonin – the hormone that makes you feel sleepy – while encouraging the production of feel-good hormone serotonin.

All this means is that even on the darkest, most dreary of winter days, she’ll spring cheerily up out of bed. Probably.

Buy Now: £90.00

Designer Sunglasses

When it comes to shopping for designer sunglasses, there are a couple of things to think about. First of all is face shape – if you’re unsure what hers is exactly, opt for a classic frame like cat eyes or Wayfarers, which suit most mugs.

Secondly, and rather boringly, is full UV protection. They’re not just there to accessorise her face, they have to protect her eyes too. Which is why we’re big fans of New York eyewear brand Moscot, which has been producing sleek frames since 1915.

Buy Now: £265.00

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The next, next Sunday.

Holy SHIIIT. Two weeks? It’s been two weeks since I was on here?! Holy balls guys, do you know how much has happened since then?

So the party that Vadim took me too was full of Dungeons and Dragons nerds, but they were really cool and we got along soooo well. Vadim left me to talk to his friend and give him a Christmas present as soon as we got there, so I made friends with a guy named Igan who was cool af. When I take someone to a party, I expect them to mingle and not stay by my side; that’s why we came to a party vs staying at home alone, to hang out with other people. So I did just that. Usually I’m nervous around people I don’t know, but I was jiving with these people. Made consistent eye contact with Vadim as a sign to say we were cool. At one point we both went to go outside and he said he didn’t want to because people were smoking. I said okay, see you later, and went on outside. It was hot and I wanted to cool down. Ended up staying outside. Met the birthday boy’s sister, who works tracking loggerhead sea turtles (awesome) and got into a long chat with guy named Phil who designs dresses. He let me swipe through his designs and they are gorgeous!! He told me I could have a red one if I wanted, and I would’ve said hell yes if Vadim hadn’t come outside. He looked agitated. Asked me why I hadn’t been talking to him at all. I said I thought that we were mingling and that it wasn’t a big deal. He starts yelling at me, in front of everyone, who are now staring, watching us as he berates me for not coming inside when he didn’t want to come outside because of people smoking, “Oh could you not understand that? Really? You couldn’t understand to come inside with me, huh?” It was mortifying.

I tried to play it off. Followed him inside to the food table, where I grabbed some Doritos and listened as he still ranted (albeit quieter this time) about how he couldn’t believe I had barely talked to him at the party. It wasn’t so much what he was saying... it was the way he said it. Belitting me. When he walked away from the table the sea turtle girl was sitting there. She looked at me, shook her head, and said “Damn... I remember when I was in an abusive relationship.” Really?? That’s what we look like to people??

30 seconds later he came over and asked if we could leave.

On the car ride home he was still mad about it.

At his place he wanted to fuck. I’d have went home but I was too drunk to drive. I told him I didn’t want to fuck him with the way he had acted.

The next morning he tried to fuck me again. No.

I left. Haven’t heard from him since. Not even an apology.

The rest of the week I was so sad about it. Told Rachel from work about the situation and she said that she had been in a controlling relationship, and that it was a good thing I had gotten out of it. I’m still so disappointed. I had really liked him.

It was a 2-day workweek because of Thanksgiving. Monday at work was amazing. We had a potluck and the entire part of that building smelled fucking amazing. Ate like a champ. Drowned my feelings in calories.

When the food was done, I went to see Daniel in his office. Went in there for a hug, cause Daniel hugs me when I ask. Sometimes I need a hug. This week I needed a lot. Stayed there for an hour while we talked about his love life and he told me thanks, that he isn’t often able to open up like that. Said we’d get together the next day for drinks. The next day he cancelled.

I went to dinner with Nara at Atlantic Station instead. We were supposed to ice skate, too, but turns out she’s a little bitch with the cold lol. So when I saw the look on her face I told her we could just eat instead.

This date was was different. She wasn’t nearly as flirty. When we left she didn’t kiss me goodbye. Just went to her car. Made me feel very sad, and confused.

The next day was Thanksgiving. FML. Drove 2 hours to Elberton. When I arrived I was chilling for a minute in the car to ready myself when I heard a SLAM into my passenger side door. It was my little brother, Deuce. He had decided to fucking body slam the side of my car. What a douche. Dad was standing on the other side of my car and of course said nothing to him.

Went inside, already in a bad mood. At lunch no one asked about anything but traffic; not how work is going, not who I’m dating, not about my trips. Just traffic. I feel like there is no point in me even coming. April and Dad didn’t even invite me to her mom’s for Thanksgiving this year. They went straight there after Mama J’s; they just didn’t invite me.

Deuce kept interrupting every.fucking.thing I said to order me outside to watch him on the bicycle. I kept telling him in a minute, wondering why the hell no one is chastising this damn child for interrupting an adult constantly. Certainly would’ve happened to me when I was little. At one point he followed me into the kitchen while I threw away trash, asking again and again for me to come outside. Frustrated, I told him in a minute. He then asked, repeatedly, “Nikki why are you angry? Why are you so angry?” Only because he heard it at home, I’m sure. At the table he says really loudly, with a big smile, “That’s my sister!” with a big smile at Dad when I tell him hello, yet when Dad isn’t around he yells at me to shut up. I can’t stand that damn kid. The little girl is cool though.

Outside before leaving we finally watched them on their damn bikes. When I wasn’t giving him enough attention he rammed his bike into me before saying “Oh sorry! I’m sorry” with a big smile on his face. He knew what the fuck he was doing. Can’t stand him. He’s a little shit with no manners who going to grow up to be a big shit with problems because he never learned that the attention doesn’t have to be on him 24/7. And when he’s older and not getting positive attention, he’s going to act out for negative attention instead. He needs a damn whooping.

So I stayed for about 90 minutes, then drove to Atlanta and straight to Claire’s for Irish Thanksgiving. Which was AMAZING. The spread was beautiful, the people were nice, the accents were adorable, and the food was fucking fantastic. I love Mama J, but damn she can’t cook. These people though had turkey, lamb lollipops, ham, green beans, just everything you can imagine, and it was all perfect. And booze. Lots of delicious booze. Best Thanksgiving I’ve ever been to. After everyone left, Claire and her husband Ronan played their favorite game with guests, where we each take turns playing a song on Youtube. Funny enough I was with an English girl and and Irish man and their favorite music is old country lol. Claire has a major soft spot for Dolly Parton, so I introduced her to the duet of her and Rod Stewart singing Baby It’s Cold Outside. She loved it. They said I was the best person they’d ever played that game with. I had the best time :) Such a good time, and so much alcohol, in fact, that I stayed the night in their guest bed. Woke up and they made me breakfast cause they’re adorable.

When I left I was supposed to meet Sam (an old co-worker) for brunch. Drove out to our meeting place and he cancelled on me, so I went and got Claire a thank-you gift instead; an essential oil diffuser and oils, because she’d said she wanted one.

Saturday I can’t remember what I did.

Sunday I had another date with Brian, a lawyer I met on Bumble. He’s okay. Not fantastic, but okay. Has a cute dog. Had a decent date, not sure he’s for forever though. But I enjoy his company. We went to dinner at Anitco’s, split a bottle of wine, went ice skating at SunTrust Park, and then grabbed a beer there after. When I broke out into hives from ice skating, he ran to his car to get me some Claritin :)

Monday I met a guy named JP at Second Self Brewery for their comedy show. Holy shit was that a bad date. It was small, like twenty people in the venue, five of which were performing, and most of them talked on stage about how awkward they felt. JP came in late. When I asked him what kind of beer he liked, I told him that I had a flight if he wanted suggestions. He said “Oh okay so we’re going to share yours?” “No,” I explained. “This is MY flight. These are mine.” He laughed but I was serious. I went to sit and he got his beer. (The flight was only mini-pours.) During a few of the (obviously nervous and bombing) comedians’ sets, he said “Whomp whomp.” It was low, and under his breath, but there were only a couple dozen people there. I was mortified. Halfway through he offered me his marijuana pen. I said I smoke but didn’t want to right beside everyone. He kept pushing it. I said no. He kept pushing it. I ignored him.

After, we sat on the couch to talk a bit. I still wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But he was a dumbass. He kept throwing names of cities in foreign countries around but had no idea what he was talking about. I’m sure he’s dated stupid girls who find mentions of foreign places attractive, but I actually know my shit. He told me that the best surfing was in Tamarindo in south Costa Rica. I countered that Tamarindo is actually in Northwest Costa Rica; was he talking about somewhere else? He said he’d gone to the best surfing locations in Europe. I asked if he’s been to Basque country in France. He said oh you mean in South of France? No, I said, it was in West France. Oh, you mean by the Mediterranean? No, west France touches the Atlantic Ocean. Long story short, he’d never heard of it, which is insane considering it’s some of the best surfing in all of Europe.

The real kicker was when he asked where I lived. I told him an approximate location because I’m not telling a guy I just met from online these three things: Where I live, where I work, or my last name. I have to trust them a bit more first before they get that info.

He continued to pester me for the exact neighborhood I lived in. I told him that I was becoming agitated at the fact that he couldn’t take no for an answer, and that I didn’t think it was going to work out. He left, I finished my beer, never spoke to him again. Good riddance.

On the way home I called Zeek, my Tuesday date, and we talked. Had the best conversation. Laughed constantly. He thought I was magical when I told him he was playing video games, because I heard the click of the controller in the background and recognized it.

Tuesday I had a date with Zeek (real name Zlatan, nickname is Zeek) at 3 Sheets. It was my suggestion, but turns out he used to DJ there often and knew everyone working there. They seem to like him, which is always a good sign :) Some ups and downs in the date. Mostly up. One down. We were talking about something… Crazy girls, maybe? And how all people live up to their names. And he said that, “all crazy girls are named like Nikki. Or Carol.” Record scratch. Those are my names. I keep a fake smile while thinking about the fact that he told me he got his job in cybersecurity from hacking people. That he hacked into this ex-girlfriend’s shit to find out she was actually a Playmate. I’m freaking out a bit at this point, and he can tell. He tells me that my name showed up when I called, which doesn’t make sense because when anyone calls ME it just shows up as a random number. He then said he had found me on Facebook with my name. Now I’m really sketched out because I know it is set to where strangers can’t look me up. And he can tell this is going south, quick. But I changed the conversation, we talked more; he seemed like a cool guy, we’d had a good conversation the night before, and I was enjoying our night together. We had five drinks each, for goodness sake. At the end of the night we made out for forty minutes outside the door like a couple of teenagers. His lips are soft and sweet and I loved kissing him.

Wednesday I started the evening with an Escape the Room game with a friend from high school, his girlfriend, and her friends from work. We made it out just in time ;)

After that I went to see Zlatan. Loved seeing him. I told him I was hungry so he ordered me pizza and remembered my favorite toppings. Also remembered that I loved cookies and jellybeans and had those waiting on me, too. We watched Pan’s Labyrinth, which was INSANE because that was the EXACT movie I was going to recommend. Watched it. Ate. He made me a drink and got me a tray to set it on. Cuddled. Movie was good. Cuddles were good. His place is amazing, a three story townhouse, and his furniture is bitchin. No red flags, in other words. He has three cars (really nice cars) and they are his hobby, which is good to see that he actually has a life and things he enjoys outside of work. We had sex that night and it was goooood. Just as rough as I like it, and good dirty talk. When we finished we did it again. He then turned on his fan to sleep which I LOOOOVED. That is my thing.

I woke up around 2 am though and I was alone. So I walked through the house, naked, looking for him. He came out of the spare bedroom when he heard me. Said I was taking over the bed and he wasn’t used to sleeping with someone because it had been five months since he had sex. I told him I was worried and missed him. He pulled the covers over me, but went back into the spare room. The next morning he came in to wake me up for work, and I pulled him into bed to cuddle but he wanted to fuck again so that’s what we did. Then I got ready. And he walked me to the door. And I left.

It’s a shame he wants kids. I really like him.

Thursday night I went to the Laughing Skull Lounge in the Vortex with Zach from work. It was a little awkward, but fun. We ran into a guy who used to work at Jacob’s Ladder, who’d had a huge crush on me. Obviously the guy saw me, and not Zach, cause I got a text from him saying “Are you here alone?” Night ended without incident. I think I talked too much at the bar, but it’s all good :)

Friday I made my way to Greenville to go to a sorority Christmas party. They’ve invited me for five years; I felt it was time that I finally went. Realized how much I’ve grown since college, because all of them have stayed the same. Kristen, the hostess, was one of the only ones I wanted to see. She stays at home, because her husband has a cushy job with his Dad’s company. He drives a new Mercedes, she a new Escalade. They have a six bedroom, three story house. And she tells me that she feels empty inside, she has no friends, she’s never happy. Shocking, since she even said in college she was dating him for his money. She wouldn’t even go out with him until she Google Earthed his home and saw that his family has two tennis courts on their property, among other amenities of course.

Moments of Southern… narrow-mindness, we’ll say, from the night includes;

Carly makes homemade necklaces now and was bragging about how she sources the silk material. She said, “I get it sent from India. The women who make the Sahara dresses there pick up the silk scraps from the floor and send them to me, so that they use every piece of the Sahara dresses.” Everyone oohed and ahhed, and I said, “Um you mean saree dresses? Because Sahara is a desert.” and she looked at me but pretended not to hear what I said. Way to brag about something that you don’t know shit about.

Later on she mentioned that she had watched a video in her class (she’s a teacher) on the Day of the Dead and was saying, “You know what’s weird though, is that when you learn about it it’s not much different than our holidays.” Like no shit Sherlock, you’re thirty something and just realizing that? We’re here celebrating a fat man in a red suit that climbs down chimneys to leave gifts, and you’re acting like people who are remembering their passed loved ones are the crazy ones?? How has it taken you so long to realize this?

Abby, seeming to need to one-up my short recap of my month of France, talked about her trip to Epcot Center and how she had tasted food from all over the world and omg it was so great. Like first off Abby if you’ve ever been out of the country you would realize that at Epcot you are eating the American version of foreign food. In France they don’t have to pasteurize cheese, which makes it taste completely different than the cheeses we’re allowed to get in America. I’m sure there are things like that for all countries, but France is the one I’m most familiar with. Whatever. My life isn’t so lame that I need to one-up people. I let her have her moment of bliss.

I walk into the living room and hear Chelsea saying that she can’t believe all of these women are coming up with sexual allegations that are 15-20 years old. That Matt Lauer is like her best friend and that if it was such a big deal those women should have spoken up earlier. Just…. are you fucking kidding me? Do I even need to state that these women were probably under the umbrella of his authority 15-20 years ago, that they would have lost their lifelong careers at the time, that multiple accusations means he likely could even be doing it today? I didn’t, but I sure as hell needed to cause those girls are stupid.

Then everyone left and Chelsea and I stayed overnight at Kristen’s. They went on to talk about how annoying all of the other girls were and how ugly their babies are. Then on Facebook everyone posts about how much they love everyone. Once a year is plenty for all of that.

Saturday I had bottomless mimosas with Brittany and told her way too much about my life. Then I went shopping alone for my NYC trip and didn’t find shit. Drove back home. Sunday I had a cold and I’ve been in bed all day. Ordered pizza. That was the highlight.

I haven’t mentioned my NYC trip, have I? Started talking to David, a Parisian who lives in Ile de France. We hit it off SO WELL. He is kind and sexy and sweet and funny and… everything I could want. We hit it off so well that he booked me a trip to NYC to meet him. He’s flying all the way over, just for me. I feel so damn special. We’re staying at Indigo LES for the weekend and he already has breakfast, dinner, and a trip to MOMA planned :) I just have to find a gift for him now. So far I have a pair of Happy Socks, a wine stopper made of a gold “D,” and two white espresso cups that I’m going to decorate for him at Megan’s tomorrow. One I want to draw the US and France on them, with a heart on Atlanta and Paris and a dotted line connected the two. The other I want to say, “Good Morning Babe” because he likes when I call him babe :) I’ll update you on how they go. I need to get to bed now. Good night :)

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