#i used to use my bras as an extra pocket for my phone or lighter or whatever. but now i dont wear bras and therefore have no extra pocket
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batz · 2 years ago
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realizing its almost been 6 months since top surgery:)
#frank.txt#despite all the complications i had w healing im rlly happy w how my chest looks:)#ALTHOUGH. ONE BIG COMPLAINT#i used to use my bras as an extra pocket for my phone or lighter or whatever. but now i dont wear bras and therefore have no extra pocket#:( u win some u lose some :(#anyway all shirts look awesome on me now AND i can wear t shirts w funny text or image ans ppl wont feel awkward reading it:)#also the scars r fading rlly well! they almost blend in w my skin completely! (keyword almost. theyr still visible atp)#the way the scars r shaped is interesting bc theyre like a U shape. but bc of that when i inevitably build my pectoral muscles#the scars should blend into the shadow caused by thr muscle. i also dont have a Completrly flat chest bc im fat:0#tbh my surgeon did rlly well . i have a lot of problems with him bc hes kind of a dick but from like. idk an artistic standpoint hes good#but the doctor standpoint hes Uhm. well i lost a nipple and had severe infection due to denied antibiotics and lack of aftercare#BUT. the lost nipple isnt visible and it looks normal now somehow AND. i didn't die from the infection so. I mean#i just had to spend christmas with a fever of 103 LMAO#HONESTLY THO i would do it again EVEN if i knew i would go thru hell bc this surgery fuckn saved my life holy shit#i didnt realize just how much i dissociated from my own body bc of dysphoria. now i feel more in touch with it and happy!:)#also now i can Eventually get that chest tattoo i wanted for like 7 years lmao#erm yippee:)
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failgirl-hobbes · 5 years ago
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Yandere!Melone x Reader
Melone develops an unhealthy obsession with you without even knowing you. To stasisfy his obsession he kidnaps you. This is the first chapter of Obsessed with You and can also be found on ao3.
[CW: noncon/dubcon, stalking, non-consensual somnophilia, kidnapping]
It is a scientific fact that people can tell when they are being watched. You are no exception. You could tell something has been off. Sometimes your door was left unlocked, sometimes it was the occasional missing panties or bra. Maybe how the tape over your camera always seemed to fall off. You shook off the paranoid feeling and got on the already overcrowded bus to head home. You hoped this ride would be uneventful. You went to grab onto a pole to support you and brushed against a stranger's hand. You didn't bother apologizing because after living in a big city overrun by crime you’ve learned to keep your head down. But not everyone knew urban etiquette. The same stranger's hand brushed against yours, so you moved it away. It happened again, you move your hand again. If this person really wanted this pole why wouldn’t they just say? Due to the constant touching, you gave up the pole so whoever it was would leave you alone. To pass the time you opened up your phone and scroll through your social media. You didn't pay enough attention though because suddenly you heard: “This is the last stop. A second bus will be here shortly. Please exit the bus.” You looked around and found only a handful of other people were still left on. While you rush to put your phone back into your pocket you drop it. After hurriedly picking it up you noticed it was more cracked than usual. Cracked to the point where the screen was almost completely destroyed and wouldn’t turn on. Shit. Panic had begun to set in as the situation fully hit you. it was getting dark, you were lost, you had no phone, and you were completely and utterly alone. First, you thought maybe you could use a payphone! But this is 2020 there are no payphones. Then you thought maybe you could catch a taxi. But there are no taxis, haven't you heard of Uber? As a last-ditch effort you hoped maybe you could borrow someone's phone, but who lets a stranger use their phone. After weighing your options you decided asking the bus driver for help would be the safest least kidnappable outcome. Once you decided survival was more important than temporary embarrassment and began to reenter the bus it sped off. This uneventful bus ride became a nightmare and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t wake up. At this point, you decided to accept your fate and wait at the bus stop across the street hoping a new bus would arrive soon. Except it didn’t. So waited some more. Nothing happened. It was just you and the sun until it was just you and the moon. As you waited a stranger approached you and sat down. Of course, this wasn’t weird, strangers sat next to each other all the time while waiting for the bus. The only issue was 1) the stranger was a little bit too close and 2) there was an uncomfortably familiar feeling about him. He sighed in a weirdly cartoonish manner and stared at you for a bit too long before asking “Do you know the time”. His voice was concerningly cold causing you to instinctively shiver in response. “Uh…” you paused not sure if you wanted to confess your phone didn't work, “Actually my phone isn’t working so I don’t know either”. You decided you had no real reason to lie. That was a mistake. He gave a fake-sounding laugh, “that’s got to suck.” “Yeah it does, I kinda missed my stop so now I’m a little bit fucked,” you didn’t know why you were so honest. Probably just stress and fatigue. “Buses are unpredictable, maybe I could give you a ride?” leaned back into the bench while propping an arm on the back of it. He gave a small smile that did not match the look in his eyes. “I don't know, you know don't get into cars with strangers they always say.” You tried to lift the mood with a bit of humor. It didn’t really work, it just made things more awkward. But the issue wasn't the awkward tension, more so that you really really wanted to say yes. A ride sounded amazing, the comfort of a real car compared to a public bench was tempting. And the likelihood of you getting kidnapped was pretty low, I mean what are the statistics on that? Surely you wouldn't be whatever small percentage it was. You paused to think about your response which only exasperated the already tense silence. “Yeah, maybe that works.” “Really?” he rushed out. Though you didn’t know him, the intensity of his response seemed out of character. You ignored it. “I mean, only if it’s okay with you” he added trying to regain his composure. Whether it be the fatigue or stress of waiting you ignored the pit in your stomach. That was not the right decision. Immediately after his response he stood up and outstretched his hand hoping you would grab it. You didn't respond to his hand but stood up to follow him ignoring his offer. He frowned furrowing his brow before quickly hiding it and continuing on. If you hadn't have been paying attention you would never have noticed the change in expression, even you weren't sure if you had seen it.’ Continuing to ignore the knot in your chest and sinking feeling in your stomach you followed him. He led you to a nearby fast-food parking lot. It was completely save for a single red motorcycle. You weren't completely sure if you were okay with riding the motorcycle given you assumed there was no helmet for you. As you got closer to the bike parked near a flickering light you realized that in fact there was a helmet for you. Lucky coincidence. Even more surprisingly, or concerningly, it seemed like one helmet was your exact size. “Remember, safety first! You're lucky I have a second helmet,” he remarked as he offered you the extra. As you began to put it on he gave a small warmer smile, “it seems to be a perfect fit, that's great.” the smile seemed innocent until you realized it seemed to be one more of pride and satisfaction. Almost as if he had purposefully picked it out and was happy he got the right size. You continued to suppress the alarms that rang in your head. He put his helmet on and hopped on the bike waiting for you to do the same. “Hold tight, I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” You didn’t realize until it was too late that he never asked for where to drop you off. Maybe you should have listened to your instincts. What a shame. After you got on and nuzzled into him to make sure you wouldn't fall off he reached back and pulled you even closer. “Remember, what I said. Don't let go.” his previously chipper tone faltered back into his colder more formal tone as before. Once you stopped adjusting yourself and he felt you were adequately close he began to speed off. In the wrong direction. You didn't notice, you were too focused on the thrill of riding a bike and of practically cuddling a stranger. After a few minutes of riding it hit you: he never asked for directions, he was heading the wrong way, and you couldn't tell him to stop. You thought maybe it would be a good idea to hit him to get his attention, but you also didn't want to die in a motorcycle crash with a strange man. So you tried to accept your fate hoping that once he stopped you could explain to him why it was wrong to randomly pick up women and take them to unspecified locations. The ride took approximately 10 minutes. Coincidentally that is the same amount of time for chloroform to kick in and it did. One second you were panicked about your kidnapping and the next you half-conscious being carried by in someone's arms. That was the last thing you remembered until you were completely blanked. When you woke up you were tied to a stranger's bed, a very attractive stranger’s bed but a stranger nonetheless. Your head hurt, your body hurt, your entire existence hurt. But that wasn't the only concern. Something else hurt. Something you really didn't want to hurt. “Good! You're awake, I was kind of concerned you wouldn’t wake up,” he gave a light laugh “thank god I was able to properly calculate the amount of chloroform to body weight ratio.” You were very wrong thinking that you would be safe. You were very wrong for trusting a strange man. You were very very very wrong. Maybe don't talk to strangers was good advice after all. But this was too late, hands were places where they shouldn't be, bruises were where they shouldn't be, you were where you shouldn't be. “Now, where were we?” he hummed, the previous cold professional tone had completely disappeared in favor of a lighter bittersweet one. At the implication of 1) being molested in your sleep and 2) returning to that molestation you began to struggle against the ropes that kept you spread out before the disgusting monster. But no matter how hard you struggled it wasn't working. “Come on, you were so compliant earlier. Just calm down, you'll enjoy it soon enough” you flinched at the sudden soft stroke on your cheek. The softness of his touch didn't match the violation. “You really are my dream come true, you see I’ve had my eye on you for a while” he hummed while slowly moving his hand from your cheek to your neck to your breasts. You wanted to gag but you held it back. Slowly he began to fondle your nipples pinching and pulling on them roughly. “You have very good nipples for breastfeeding if you haven't noticed,” disgusting “we should put them to use”. Even more disgusting. He continued to grope your chest with one hand as the other moved further down caressing your waist leading down to your hip. “You don’t realize how much I’m holding back, just caressing you won't do for much longer. I need you, I need you Y/N. I need to be in you, I need you wrapped around me. Soon enough I’ll break you, I’ll put that pussy to good use.” You gagged again, harder. “Why are you gagging? I don’t even have my cock in your tight throat. Don't worry you'll have a reason to gag soon enough.” You wanted to scream. You wanted to thrash around. You wanted to fight. But all you could do was silently let tears fall down your eyes while periodically hiccuping. Why did you let yourself fall into this mess? He began to lower his hand even more down to your pussy. Oh god. Please no. God couldn't hear your begging today because this man didn't care. He began to stroke you softly waiting to see what you liked and what you didn't, ignoring the fact you didn't like any of it. “Hmm? Why aren't you enjoying this as much as I am? I've wanted this for so long” he began to rub harder, it started aching. “I've wanted you for so so so long. Why didn’t you recognize me earlier? I've been following you for months, I have your hair, your photos, your panties, your used forks, I have everything. Now all I need is you.” He kept rubbing, and rubbing, and rubbing. The knot in your stomach that was once fear and paranoia became that of terrifying pleasure. It kept building and building and building until it released. You came. You came on your kidnapper's fingers as he violated you. “Good girl” he hummed, retracting his fingers only to suck them. Once satisfied with your juices he pulled them out with a wet pop. “sleep well, I’ll be back tomorrow. And if you keep being a good girl maybe you'll get something to eat.” He then leaned down to kiss you on your forehead and give a few more strokes on your cheek. He whispered his love into your ear ignoring your whines and tears. After proclaiming his love he kissed you one last time before leaving you to cry yourself to sleep. Nothing but your tears comforted you as you waited for tomorrow. He was obsessed with you and you had no choice but to accept it.
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whenimaunicorn · 6 years ago
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Keep Your Enemies Close - Bobo Del Rey Imagine
Fandom: Wynonna Earp  Rating: Explicit (don’t interact if you’re not over 18 please) Tags: dubcon, trapped in a small space, enemies to lovers
Requested by @that-was-not-supposed-to-happen, prompt line in bold. 
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Worst. Decision. Ever. How is it, that when a literal demon from hell comes stalking through Shorty’s, looking to suck the souls of anyone it can grab, I end up choosing the same hiding place as my worst enemy?
“I haven’t heard anything in a few minutes,” I say softly to the big man in the even bigger coat, who is taking up most of the space in the broom closet we have accidentally chosen to share. “I’m going out.”
“Risky,” Bobo del Rey rasps, his mouth only a few inches above my ear.
“Well I’m not staying in here with you.”
“I can assure you that you are safe here… with me.” He puts on his trademark leer and I roll my eyes. Even if some glint in his smile makes me imagine things that set my pussy aching. Wrong time, wrong place, definitely wrong guy. “And I am not letting you open that door,” he continues, settling himself more firmly between me and the handle. “That thing out there has exceptional hearing. One squealing hinge, or particularly loud stomp from those ridiculous boots of yours—”
“You want to talk to me about ridiculous fashion!” I interject.
Bobo cuts me off with his hand splayed wide, his third and fourth fingertips landing on my lips to shush me. “We can’t make any noise,” he whispers. His eyes track quickly over my face in the dim light seeping around the edges of the door.
It’s rare to see him look nervous. That alone scares me enough to shut up, though I jerk away from his hand.
The back of my head contacts something hard, and I hear scraping wood.
“Shit,” Bobo hisses, and reaches out to grab something behind me.
I turn to see that what I had bumped is an assortment of precariously-stacked mops and brooms, which Bobo had narrowly caught before they clattered to the floor.
“Not a lot of room to maneuver in here,” he growls down at me. “You had better stay still.”
I lean away from the jumble of handles as Bobo sets them back against the wall over my shoulder. Which means I’m leaning closer in to him, the brushing of our bodies inevitable. The spicy, heady musk of him fills my nostrils, and there’s no way for me to get further away.
I examine the white patch in his beard, the matching interruption in his brow. I suppose as far as faces one could be stuck having to look at, his is at least an interesting one. My gaze flits to his eyes and I see that he is looking at me too. It’s awkward as fuck. I’m used to only staring at Bobo down the barrel of a gun. Now we’re in here, what, saving each other’s asses?
“How long do we have to wait here?” I ask.
“Until someone sounds the all-clear, I suppose.” His hand goes up in some vague gesture above his head, the movement rocking his body against mine again. The twitchy bastard can’t seem to stop talking with his hands, even in these tight quarters.
I dig my phone out of my pocket to check the time, then realize that I’d better turn it to silent mode before some clueless communication tips off the monster out there. “You’d better turn yours off too,” I say softly.
“Don’t have one.”
I look up at him skeptically. “You really are a man out of time, aren’t you?”
Bobo del Rey tips an imaginary hat at me.
Stuck in broom closet at Shorty’s – I type in a text to Wynonna –You take care of the monster yet?
“Don’t forget to tell her who you’re with,” Bobo breathes in my ear. There’s not really a way to hide my screen from him. Instead, I cover his view briefly with my middle finger. “Fuck you.”
“Now there’s an idea,” he taunts.
I pull back the last inch I had left to get away from him.
My screen lights up, indicating Wynonna has texted me back. Still being handled – stay put.
I slump. The fuck are we supposed to do now?
Bobo’s spindly fingers dance over my shoulder. I shrug him off without looking up. I try to browse Instagram on my phone, distract myself while we wait, but the signal is shitty back here and nothing new will load. I shove my phone back in my pocket in frustration.
Bobo’s fingers slide up the curve of my back.
“What are you doing?”
“Distracting myself.” His hand finds the clasp of my bra, and in one precise motion he unhooks it through my shirt.
“What the fuck!” I swear, feeling my breasts falling heavier, nipples hardening in their new extra space.
“You keep brushing your tits against me,” Bobo complains. “What else am I supposed to think about?”
“I don’t know, not getting your soul sucked out by a hell demon?”
Bobo only shrugs. “This is how I cope.”
I know I should stop him, but when his hands creep under my shirt, and he nuzzles his surprisingly-soft beard into the crook of my neck, I can’t think of a better way to pass the time either. All I can do to keep my pride is to pretend I’m not really into it.
Bobo’s fingertips slide around my sides, underneath my shirt. I try to control my breathing as I wonder how fast and how far he’s going to go. He draws circles around my flanks, like he’s giving me one last chance to complain, then his hands span each side of my ribcage as his thumbs slide under the loosened cups of my bra and make contact with the bottom of my tits.
I close my eyes and exhale as softly as I can, as heat rushes to my core. Bobo’s thumbs slide back and forth, every movement stoking that fire until I wish I had something to lean against. But that would just be a sign of weakness.
The first time his thumbs loop up to brush across my stiffened nipples, a mewl escapes my lips. Bobo’s face moves in front of mine, like somehow he can catch the sound waves before they get too far. “Hush, can’t make a sound, remember?” His tone is teasing, but that can’t be right. Isn’t he just as scared as I am? His open lips ghosts over mine. “I can cover your mouth if you need it,” he offers. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
I draw my neck up, pulling my lips a fraction away from his. “I’m fine,” I decline. “I hope this distraction is working for you. I don’t need any help.”
“Is that all this is,” Bobo rumbles. His fingers come up, capturing both my nipples in a firm pinch. “Just a little something for me.” He tugs down, both at once, and I swallow a yelp. “You’re not getting anything out of this.”
“Nope,” I say quickly, though the lie is obvious in my querulous tone.
Bobo grins a shark’s smile, head cocked right in front of my face. “Well if that’s the case, honey, then I’ve got something in my pants you can use your two hands on. That’d really help me out.”
“I’m not touching you.”
“Oh. Is that how you’re gonna play it.” Bobo squeezes my nipples again, lighter this time, massaging in a rhythmic pattern that finally makes me lean forward against him, just a little, needing the support. My hands press against the tight board of his abs, and I try to ignore the tantalizing urge to explore his body more.
He gives my ear a quick nibble, then pushes my shirt and useless bra up all the way to my collarbones. He gives a deep, masculine growl at the sight of my exposed chest, then leans in to lick across one breast, then the other.
I don’t even know how long he spends sucking on them, only that he does it until I can barely stop myself from squirming, until two white-hot lines of passion are drawing straight from my nipples to my throbbing cunt. I can’t give him the satisfaction of showing how much I need him down there. I would never fuck Bobo del Rey, and thank god this broom closet is too small for him to even be able to try without my help. Even with my help, I’m sure we wouldn’t be able to pull it off without making a heck of a lot of noise.
So I’m safe, relatively. It lets me feel free to allow him to keep making me feel so goddamned good, to let him play with my body as he wishes… knowing he could only take it so far. I can feel his erection straining through his pants every time he moves against me. It feels great to know how much he wants me, and how easily I can deny him.
Bobo’s hand slides down my belly, and pops open the button on my jeans. I breathe out in a burst, at this point only trying to suppress my desire to pant wildly for him. “No harm in a little heavy petting, right?”
No harm indeed. I do nothing to stop him from opening my pants as far as they will go and shoving his hand down inside my panties.
He purrs out a satisfied little noise against my ear as his finger runs straight down my slit, barely even parting my folds. “I knew you’d be this wet for me.”
I can’t even be embarrassed, not when his finger slides so sweet and easy past my last defenses, touching me exactly where I’ve been aching for it. He sinks in to the knuckle, and I only barely stop myself from moaning his name.
He gathers up my arms with his other hand, sweeping them behind my back and holding them there in a way that makes me arch my back and lean one shoulder into his chest. I’m bare to his eye from tits to cunt, my posture opened to give him the best possible view in this dim little room. The rush of his breath hardens my nipples all over again, and two fingers are now pulsing rhythmically inside me.
“You’re gonna give me everything, aren’t you.”
I shake my head, even as I bear down harder on his penetrating digits. “I’m never going to let you fuck me, Bobo. But I bet you wish I would.”
“Mmmmm you know I do,” he murmurs into my ear. “I can feel how tight and slick this pussy is. I’ve got some tricks with my fingers,” he makes some swirling motion that makes me bite my tongue to stop from calling out, “but can you imagine how much better it will feel with my cock in there? So much longer, and thicker…” He leans in and pumps as aggressively as he can manage with my legs still together.
“You gonna make me cum, Bobo?” I challenge, feeling the potential for orgasm sweeping up my whole body already.
He cocks his head to the side as I look up at him through my hair. “I’m not sure if that would be a good idea,” he teases. “We are supposed to be keeping quiet. And I have a feeling that you,” he presses his steely eyes closer to mine, “are a screamer.”
“Didn’t you offer to cover my mouth?”
The corner of Bobo’s lip tugs up in a smile. “That I did.” He leans down and presses a ferocious kiss to my mouth, tongue parting and invading me almost immediately. I answer eagerly with my own tongue, too far gone now to pretend I still don’t care, and he scrapes down it with his teeth. Bobo’s kiss is devouring, and all the while he’s rubbing against my clit, still curling his fingertips tight inside my body.
The kissing doesn’t last long. Bobo maneuvers me suddenly so that my back is against his front, fingers still buried in me. “The things I want to do to you…” he growls against the skin of my neck. “There’s no way you would be able to keep from screaming.”
I had almost forgotten this was a demon revenant with his hands all over me.
“But they’ll be worth it,” he promises, shifting his pumping fingers into a toe-curling angle, and wrapping his other hand squarely across my mouth, making me lean against his chest to stay balanced. “You come see me again, you’ll cry and you’ll scream, but I’ll make you feel like this, too.” He licks along the edge of my jaw. “At least four more times.” Then he pumps into just the right spot to make that mind-numbing crest of orgasm start to blaze.
I do want to scream when it hits me, my body seizing up around his wicked fingers and almost trying to reject the pleasure at the same time that I finally succumb to it. I keep the volume as low as I’m able, and Bobo’s big hand wrapped across my mouth muffles the rest to something that probably won’t attract any unwanted attention. Bobo holds on as all the subsequent waves hit me, my body milking the fingers he has buried as deep inside as he’s able, the heel of his hand still rocking against my clit and forcing every last bit of pleasure out of me as I pant and shake.
When I’m coming down I keep my back leaning against him, the fur of his ridiculous coat tickling my cheek as I catch my breath, languid in my afterglow. He removes his hand from my mouth in favor of stroking knuckles along my cheek. “That was beautiful,” Bobo praises, and something in his tone feels just a little too awed, a little too real. I’m not ready to think of Bobo del Rey as a person, more than just a monster that I had allowed to use me just this one time.
So I pull my shirt back down hastily, balancing onto my own two feet, though his hands stay on my hips as I try to break contact.
Not a moment too soon. A few brisk steps sound in the hallway, and then the door is yanked open, light streaming in. Bobo’s back is to the door, and I have to thank the enormous coat now, because it blocks my situation from Wynonna’s view. I know it’s Wynonna that opened the door, because she immediately curses at the sight of that brown fur and sputters, “Bobo?”
I button my pants quickly as he smirks down at me, trying to catch my eye for a final goodbye. Instead, I push past him. “I’m here, Wynonna. Safe and sound.”
She’s standing in the hallway with Peacemaker in both hands, Waverly standing a pace behind her. Her brows are drawn so high they almost reach her hairline. “What are you doing in there with him?” Wynonna even grabs my elbow and pulls me a little behind her as Bobo del Rey emerges fully from the broom closet behind me.
I scowl over her shoulder. “He picked the same hiding place as me.”
“Well.” Wynonna’s clearly not sure what to say, thrown off by the unexpected sight of her usual enemy in such close quarters.
Bobo doffs his hand in front of his face, giving her a mocking little bow. “And I thank you for the rescue today, Earp.”
Wynonna just scowls at him, and starts to walk away. “I’ll deal with you another time. I’m going to find a way to get Shorty’s out of your hands,” she promises.
“Of course you are,” Bobo says, voice dripping with condescension. Then his eyes rivet onto my face. “As promised, I got you through it, safe and sound.”
I strike a disaffected pose, showing off for Wynonna and Waverly, even as my limbs still have a slight tremble from the powerful orgasm this man had just given me. “Oh yeah, you’re great in a crisis, Bobo.”
Wynonna is already pulling me away.
Bobo smirks after me. “Maybe you'll let me buy you an ice cream some time.”
I wave a noncommittal hand at him, as Wynonna screws up her face and turns to me. “What?”
I shrug as we turn the corner back into the main room of Shorty’s. “He thinks we're friends now.”
Waverly quickens her step to come up to my other side. I feel her hand brush up across my back, unimpeded. “Hey, is your bra unhooked?”
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theaspiringwanderess · 3 years ago
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Packing For The West Coast Trail; Essentials, Clothing and Food
Return to My WCT Story | Booking: Reservations/Transport | Clothing, Essential Items, Recommended Items, Optional Items, Food
You Don’t Need The Kitchen Sink - Trust Me
Packing is a BIG deal for the WCT. It’s a lot to pack and there’s the pressure of not getting caught without the essential gear while keeping it all at a manageable weight. My first WCT trek I vastly over packed a 53lbs bag! It killed my hike and was hard on my body and most of the extra was food I hated, which was the worst. My second time I managed 38lbs and it went down dramatically as I ate! I packed everything on each list below (minus the book which i forgot and the GPS which I didnt bring) and still kept it at 38lbs including my food. Always opt for the lightest version. Cut size where you can, even the smallest items eventually add up (ex. some people cut off tooth brush handles, I have a rain shell instead of a full jacket, a double foam sleeping mat is much lighter - but bigger- than a blow-up mattress, an ultra light single unit stove, etc)... One spork for all and all for one spork!
Clothing
The proper clothing is a key factor in keeping you dry, warm/cool and happy. It’s important to keep it light weight but you also must be certain it’s functional for your needs. In 2016, my sister brought a rain jacket she tested and thought was waterproof. A full day of beach hiking in pouring rain later, not only did she learn the hard way it was not, but poor girl was cold, soaked and shivering too hard to do anything but shiver. Be 100% sure about your gear. You also want to be selective about fabrics. Avoid cotton, which retains moisture, and feather/down which loses its loft (heat trapping ability) when damp. Merino wool is a great bet to stay warm and dry and is the best option for socks and sweaters. Synthetic, sweat-wicking active wear is light weight and dries quickly for the daily hike. I also prefer my leggings and shorts to have a zip-up pocket or two. 
I pack my clothing in a waterproof stuff-sack, and I put tanks in one small ziplock, underwear and bras in another, and pjs in a third so they stay dry, clean and easy to find. I keep a safeway bag for dirty clothing and my lesser used items at the bottom (towel, bathing suite).
I always pack my sleeping bag in a garbage bag every morning before it goes in my pack. In the event I fall in a creek... or the ocean?... it’ll add a level of extra water-proof protection. I also re-waterproofed my Lowa hiking boots for the first time ever... this is their second visit to the WCT after all. And, as a random side note, don’t plan to wash your clothes on the WCT. I’ve seen so many people make this mistake. Trust me, nothing that gets wet will dry. EVER. If you have a sunny day, air it out, dry it in the sun, pack it up in a ziplock.
It’s important to note everyone has different needs. You might be ok with 2 pairs of hiking socks! Or one pair of leggings... This is just what worked best for me based on the experiences of both my trips. Customize your WCT adventure-wear as you see fit ;)
3 tank tops, active wear / workout (sweat wicking, not cotton!)
2 pairs of leggings, active wear / workout (seat wicking and stretchy for flexibility and comfort with zip pockets)
2 pairs of workout shorts (sweat wicking and stretchy, w/zip pockets)
3 pairs of merino wool hiking socks
1 pair of wooly socks to sleep in (in case you get cold)
2 pairs of sock liners (major blister prevention technique)
PJs: 1 tank top, 1 merino wool sweater, 1 pair merino leggings or light weight sweat pants
1 or 2 long sleeved sweater(s) active wear / sweat wicking (to wear under your rain jacket or as a warming option in morning) *I took one, but in the event you’re sweaty or expect a lot of rain, 2 is advisable.
3 pairs of underwear active wear / workout (or merino wool if you want to splurge) *for women 7 panty liners (1 per day) to extend your underwear life.
1 bathing suite top (use a pair of used shorts for bottoms and you’ll double their use and wash them at the same time!) ... or dudes wear just your shorts of course!
Essential Items
*For your emergency kit it is extremely important to bring allergy and pain meds. Unexpected reactions and injuries happen all the time. On my Murtle Lake canoe trip, my friend had a terrible reaction to the abundance of mosquitos for the first time in her life and I myself, not having allergies, have come away from the WCT with skin infections and allergic reactions. On average 80-100 hikers a year are emergency evacuated from the WCT due to injury or inability to continue.
1 good hiking backpack with hip belt & chest strap & RAIN COVER
1 pair waterproof hiking boots high top - comfortable, already broken in
1 pair hiking gaiters (protect against ticks, bugs, keeps pants, legs and boots dry, shields mud!)
WCT Trail Map, Tide Tables (provided by parks staff)
WCT overnight pass copy (in a ziplock bag somewhere safe)
$160 minimum cash for water taxi, crab shack, chez moniques (in a ziplock bag somewhere safe)
1 pair ultra-light sandals
1 waterproof rain jacket
1 towel (very small, microfibre recommended)
bear spray
single size cooking stove (I love my jetboil flash lite)
cooking stove fuel for 7 days (2 small cans or one large 230 g can)
long handled spork (this titanium one is the shiznit!)
emergency whistle
emergency kit (gauze, medical tape, various sized bandages, disinfecting/antibiotic cream, a few tabs of common medications such as tylonel, asprin, allergy treatments like benedryl or reactin).
2 regular toilet paper rolls with cardboard tube removed (in a ziplock)
Fire Starters:
1 lighter & 1 flint striker (learn how to use it! This is a great video)
Dependable fire starter (2 or 3 tiny balls of dryer lint rolled with a small amount of unscented vaseline inside a ziplock bag work great in wet weather and will burn for 10-15 mins)
sunscreen
2 (1 litre) water bottles OR 1 bottle and a 2 litre camel back water bag
Water purification tabs (my go-to is Pristine brand). Ensure they are the 30 minute variety (not 1-3 hours). Alternatively some people use a UV light but this does require batteries and adds weight
tarp, lightweight
paracord (15 m or 50 ft)
2 carabiners, 1 that can hold 50 lbs, 1 small light (for random things)
1 sleeping bag, synthetic fill (ideally good for +5 celcius)
1 waterproof tent with rainfly (*I have a cheap 2 person waterproof coleman tent with a tarp bottom that I later bought replacement aluminum poles for. The poles made a 5lb tent a 3lb tent - impressive investment. I pack the poles and my friend the tent body = 1.5lb/each)
cell phone (I use my phone camera a lot so I brought 2 backup chargers. Solar charging is not an option given fog)
3 extra large black garbage bags and  
3 large ziplocks (for trash, as an emergency poncho, keep feet dry in wet boots, the uses are endless)
1 pocket knife
1 flashlight
sunglasses
closed cell foam sleeping pad or light weight blow up mattress pad
1 watch, battery or wind-up water proof or at least resistant - digital watches can get damaged when wet or expensive watches ruined)
1 poop trowel.. yes you read that correctly - the plastic kind
1 bug spray (there weren’t many bugs, lots of wind though!)
2 travel sized hand sanitizers (for covid & as well after nature’s call)
1 emergency blanket
1 small soap or body wash (environmentally friendly brand)
1 travel toothpaste & toothbrush [small]
gloves (fingerless mesh back type for weight lifting is best)
neck gaiter (*instead of a hat - can double as a hat)
Other Recommended Items
unscented lip balm... you don’t want to smell like a walking buffet
1 light weight sleeping bag liner to keep sand and dirt out (I prefer silk)
ball cap or foam visor *non-water absorbing (this can be worn on a sunny day or under a rain hood to keep rain off your face).
1 emergency plastic poncho
1-2 hair ties (it gets wet and windy and they double as pack ties!)
sweat band
baby wipes (good for cleaning your face, or dishes...)
a small book or time passer (don’t bring a giant novel)
Items I’d Consider Optional
rain pants (*optional as long as you have a long waterproof rain jacket. gaiters provide extra leg protection or if its warm don shorts! skin dries)
small camera with good battery life (not necessary if you use your phone)
pen and paper for notes or emergencies
small GPS or Spot satellite device
1 waterproof phone case (if you bring a phone)
1 extra light pillow (optional - i had one this time but usually use my sweater)
Food Recommendations
On the WCT you are expending roughly 3000-4000+ calories per day. That’s more than double the average 120lb marathon runner going hard for 2 hours if they ran 12 miles. You are Climbing, Hauling, Pushing, and your feet are operating at the agility level of “expert cat on steroids”. So, essentially you NEED the calories. But packing the right amount (and weight) of food is challenging. I’m happy to report this time I ate it all by the end so it was the perfect amount. If you find you are running low or forgot something, you might be able to grab it from the Nitinaht crab shack and likewise if you over pack you can leave extra food there for someone else. But please, do NOT leave garbage.
**Note, I must, must stress - DO NOT leave garbage on the trail. There is no garbage removal service. Parks staff do not remove it and with covid there are fewer staff in general. Garbage is a major bear attractant and you put others at risk leaving it behind. 2021 is a year with only Canadians allowed on the WCT and the amount of garbage was appalling.
The WCT, and island in general, is VERY humid. It’s best to bring items in individual packages, otherwise things clump or mush. On our first trip, my sister brought important medications that melted and became extremely difficult to take. My advice is to pack any daily meds you must bring in the plastic containers with individual days. This way if something similar happens to you, you can still be safe knowing the amount taken.
Additionally, I work with a very simple but effective system of ziplock bags. This keeps everything fresh, organized, and easy to find as you go. I have one large ziplock for breakfasts, one for lunch & snacks, and one for dinner. As I finish breakfast I move it to the bottom of my bear bag and put lunch/snacks on top for easy access and so on - Ta-da!
I consider lunch and snacks the same thing as we never stopped for a cooked meal mid-day. In 2016 my sister talked me into doing dried lentil dinners and it was the WORST (... for me, she loved it!). It made it hard for me to want to eat, which was a big set back. I have this vivid memory burned into my brain from our first trip of an adorable father - daughter duo whom we criss-crossed a lot. One rainy day he had her tucked up under a tree eating the most delicious looking meat and cheese sandwich and my instant thought was ‘awww, so cute... I’d kill you for that sandwich though...”. Who knew a sandwich could insight such murderous intent?!
My lesson learned was when it comes to physically demanding, multi-day hikes, pack healthy but also things you enjoy eating. I strive for light weight first and foremost. I love fruit but it doesn’t pack well, so items like fruit leathers work well. Real, individually wrapped, cheese sticks are a great too; by day 5 they get soft or oily, but they never go bad (harder cheeses like cheddar are naturally preserved), so I stick to 4 or 5 day cheese supplies. My ultra-favourite hiking snack - individual wrapped rice crispy squares! I pack 2 per day... and a couple extra for desserts! I never packed enough of each junk food to have one for every day, instead with treats I generally aimed to have 4-5 of each and mix it up. In between hikes, I also spend some time picking up and trying different types of nuts. Don’t get me wrong, peanuts are good, but after 4 days they get pretty boring. I often pop into a Winners or Home Sense store and look for enticing types of nut mixes and I’ll keep them in my car to snack on and decide if its a keeper.
Im also very careful about toothbrushing too because prolonged periods of hiking without proper dental care wrecks havoc on your teeth.
Ok! Down to the nitty-gritty! My dinner ziplock has 1 dinner for each night and sometimes a hot (dehydrated) dessert. And I have a small ziplock for items like my toothbrush, toothpaste, body wash slips, and anything else that might need to go in the bear bag. Again, I’ll preface this by saying its important to note everyone’s needs are unique and based on the experiences of both my trips, this is the food I packed.
Breakfast Ziplock
7-8 easy breakfasts (i pack 1 peaches & cream oatmeal for each morning and an extra in case we missed the bus).
coffee - starbucks via’s have been my favs! but nescafe also makes individual coffees and a fab toffee nut cappuccino option!
sugar and powdered creamer (individual pkgs) & tea in a smaller ziplock
a smaller ziplock for toothbrush/paste, body wash etc
Lunch / Snacks Ziplock
bag of beef jerky
individual (real) cheese sticks (usually cheddar, or a hard variety works best, soft cheese goes bad faster)
a few bags of different varieties of nuts (*lemon sea salt almonds, tamari nut mix, cilantro lime cashews, Dare brand Vietnamese coffee flavoured macadamia nuts)
2 bags snack sized hawkins cheezies
5 individually pkgd M&M’s chocolate & oatmeal cookies (*the M&M cookies were crumbly, the oatmeal squished but stuck together!)
16 Rice crispy squares - my ultra-fav hiking snack, individually wrapped (2 per day + couple extras)
4 fruit leather bars in a smaller ziplock
4 snack sized oh-henrys in a smaller ziplock
2 bags Stinger caffeine gummies & 2 capsules Nuune electrolyte/caffeine tabs in a smaller ziplock
Dinner Ziplock
1 dinner for each night and sometimes a hot (dehydrated) dessert
Presidents Choice brand (bagged) vegetarian chili *this was a new try for me, normally I advocate for dry only food because wet is messy, can leak, is heavy and can go bad fast. BUT! I ate this the first night on the trail so it was gone quickly, and it stood up to the abuse and was only $3!
AlpineAire potato cheddar soup (dehydrated) is my fav dinner. fast, hot, make in the bag, and tasty!
2 Stove Top brand stuffing; cut a small hole, let out the air, retape. write water and instructions on the bag. Throw away the box. (*mix with 1 pkg gravy)
1 Instant mashed potatoes; cut a small hole, let out the air, retape. write water and instructions on the bag. Throw away the box. (*mix with 1 pkg gravy) - FYI this is a BIG meal, make only what you can eat or bring a smaller amount if you cant eat the whole thing.
3 pkgs reduced salt gravy mix
1 Nomad Nutrition vegetarian shepards pie dehydrated meal.
1 dehydrated dessert hot option (maple rice pudding this time!)
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notgoingtohappen · 7 years ago
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Revenge, Interrupted (Part 22)
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A/N: Inspiration has struck. Enjoy.
Drums were beating in the distance.
The pounding grew louder and more intense until Stefan finally opened his eyes with a groan to look for the source.
He realised it was his head. Trying to think coherently in the face of his killer hangover, he sat up in the fluffy white sheets. Blinking in the bright sunlight, he found himself staring at walls that looked... wooden?
He started. Where was he?
His eyes swept the pristine room and his gaze landed on the figure sleeping next to him. A figure with blonde eyes and smears of blue on her cheek and a peaceful smile on her lips–
The previous night's events came crashing back to his consciousness and he froze.
The knowledge of what had happened– what he'd let happen, and worst of all, enjoyed that much– paired with the disorientation was too much for him. It reminded him too much of nights with Katherine, when he'd wake hungover, drugs still buzzing in his system, unsure of where he was and what was going on. He scrambled out of the bed and burst outside.
This wasn't the warehouse. It was some sort of cabin.
He went back into the room and gently shook Caroline awake. He was dreading looking her in the eye. He didn't know what to make of the previous night, and he was afraid she'd say something that would confirm it was nothing. He knew it was nothing; the result of alcohol and the wild party, but his feelings had been all over the place for too long and this wasn't going to help.
Her bright blue eyes fluttered open and she looked so peaceful and beautiful he wondered how anything about this could have ever reminded him of Katherine.
Her eyebrows furrowed and he could see the realisation hit her as her eyes widened and the peacefulness she was looking at him morphed into confusion and then mortification. Her cheeks flushed and she bit her lip as she sat up quickly. He didn't know how to start talking to her. He didn't want her to get the wrong idea, even though that was the most amazing night of his life and he just wanted her to be happy, even if it meant she didn't want him like he wanted her.
"Stefan, hey. Uh..."
"You have a coat on" He realised suddenly.
She looked down. "Oh, um... but I remember... didn't we?"
"We did."
"So... where did this come from?"
"No idea... we were wasted."
"Wait, where are we?" She asked, looking around.
"I have no clue, it looks like a cabin."
"This has got to be a dream" She muttered.
They stepped into the hallway, careful to keep a distance, and Stefan was painfully aware of the distance between them. Both physical and metaphorical.
Stefan called out Damon's name while she dialled her friends' numbers, but before they could do anything else a familiar face popped up at the end of the hallway.
"Nadia?" Caroline asked incredulously.
"What the fuck is going on?" Stefan said.
'Shh, not so loud." She groaned, clutching her head.
They followed her to the dining table in the lobby of the cabin and she gestured to the sheet of aspirin lying there.
"What's going on is we all got hammered and decided to hire a party bus at 5 am to drive up to my family's cabin. Damon found you in a room upstairs and you guys were more than happy with the idea."
"I have no recollection of that." Caroline groaned.
Nadia snorted. "Yeah, you guys were gone. Couldn't even find your shirts. You just had your bra and skirt. Elena was worse. Coffee?"
"Sure. Where are the others?" Stefan asked.
"They're out cold. The roads up here are closed because of the snow this morning, so enjoy the warmth of my family's beloved vacation house I guess. We can't leave until tomorrow.
He stared tersely into space, still refusing to look at Caroline.
Nadia eyed them warily. “Everything okay, you two?”
“Yeah, of course.” Caroline said unconvincingly.
"So, the heating's on, there are extra blankets in the cupboards, and there's hot water if you want to shower. I'm going to wake Liam up. See ya." She sighed and trudged up the stairs to what was probably the master bedroom.
"It's a pretty cabin" Caroline mumbled. "Is that Kai on the couch?"
Stefan almost laughed at the sight of Kai sprawled asleep on his stomach under layers of blankets, his face covered in purple paint. Almost. Now that he was alone with Caroline, his heart was sinking. And beating too fast. It wasn't a fun combination.
She grabbed a plate of toast while he grabbed two mugs of coffee, and they made their way back to their room, out of earshot. They sat on opposite corners of the bed, staring at the plate between them.
Everything had changed.
"So..." He started slowly.
Caroline let out a scoff, a sarcastic smile plastered on her face. "I guess we can add friends with benefits now to our fake relationship."
Was she mad at him?
"I'm sorry, Caroline. I never meant for–"
She looked up at him in surprise. "Are you kidding? How is it your fault?"
"It's not yours."
Her bitter smile only intensified as she shook her head. "I'm the one who was so determined to have a good time."
Watching how deeply she regretted it drove daggers into Stefan's heart. She was mad at herself.
"That shouldn't happen again," Stefan said, even though it was killing him.
With that sentence, the anger in her eyes seemed to dissolve into sadness. What was going on?
"No more alcohol till this is over, huh?"
Their plan was still on?
Caroline caught Stefan's look of confusion and her eyebrows furrowed. "The prank is still happening, right?"
"You tell me." He wanted to leave it up to her.
She looked defeated. "I mean... we've come so far."
"It does seem pointless to give up after all this." He agreed.
Pathetic. It was going to bring him so much turmoil, but he couldn't bear to let her go from his life as long as she would have him.
"Yeah. Just a little longer."
"We just have to act in front of them."
"Your job's about to start anyway."
They gave each other a tiny nod of agreement and then ate their breakfast in silence.
~*~
When Caroline ducked into the shower only to forget her towel and poked her head out to ask him to pass it to her, Stefan couldn't help but look at her smooth, pale shoulder and remember the previous night. The light in her eyes, her seductive smile, her silky hair, her magnetic movements, her flowery perfume, the way she felt... he mentally kicked himself.
Bonnie found them a few hours later, lounging in the warm bed. Stefan was reading, and next to him Caroline was scrolling through her phone.
She stumbled into the room and plopped down on Caroline's side.
"What is wrong with us? No, seriously, what?"
Caroline sighed. "It's gonna make a great story someday."
Bonnie scoffed and stared up at the ceiling. 
Stefan chuckled for her benefit. "Eternal optimist."
Caroline smiled at him, but it didn't reach her eyes.
"'Kay, I'm gonna go find Elena." Bonnie bounced up and immediately winced.
"Let me get you some aspirin."
"Had some."
"I'll come with you anyway," Caroline said hurriedly.
Bonnie looked at her with mild confusion and Caroline turned to Stefan and lightly pecked his cheek. "I'll be back soon."
With that, she was gone.
~*~
Stefan couldn't shake the feeling they'd ruined their friendship. Or that Caroline hated him now. 
It's why he agreed without hesitation when she suggested they go for a walk in the snow.
"Just wear a sweater under your coat. It's freezing." He said absentmindedly.
Caroline whipped up to look at him with an expression he couldn't place. "Right, thanks. You too."
They walked until the glow of the cabin lights was distant and then Caroline was the one who broke the silence.
Hair tucked into a fuzzy cap, hands shoved into her pockets, she came to a dead halt and turned to him.
"Stefan, we're still friends right?"
He was taken aback. "Yes, of course. I just thought–"
"I know. I was dealing with some stuff, and... nevermind, it's not important. I hate thinking something isn't right between us."
He let out a sigh of relief. "Me too. I missed my friend."
"You're one of my best friends here. The thought of you not being in my life..."
Stefan's heart was no longer dead and cold.
"I'm sorry. You were just so uncharacteristically quiet, I didn't know what you were thinking."
"I know, but you were so passive, I didn't know what to say." She admitted. "We're a mess."
"A hot mess," he said with his first genuine smile that day.
"It's a genius plan, but it was bound to lead to some complicated shit."
He nodded.
Caroline let out a sigh. "Phew. Glad that's sorted. I guess alcohol really makes sex that much more amazing, huh?"
So it had been amazing for her too.
Stefan raised his eyebrows in mock offence. "That was all me, I'm pretty sure."
She stuck her tongue out at him. "You wish."
And before he knew it, she was hugging him. He hugged her back, holding her for just the right amount of time before pulling away from her warmth.
"Let's head back."
The walk back was lighter; Stefan was relieved some part of their old dynamic was back. Damon and Elena were sitting on the porch, and Stefan stopped to greet his brother.
"That was a wild night, huh little bro?"
"Tell me about it.”
"Damon, why don't we go for a long romantic walk?" Elena suggested.
Damon groaned. "Do you want us to die of hypothermia, woman?"
"Come on." Elena tugged him up and they walked down the steps, hand in hand.
"He's right. It is pretty cold." Caroline said.
"Yeah, it's why we have boyfriends." Elena shot back.
Stefan looked down at her and smiled, reaching to tuck back a stray lock of hair that had escaped her cap. She smiled radiantly at him, and that was more reassuring than anything else she could have done. They were fine. They were just Stefan and Caroline, friends, fake boyfriend and girlfriend.
He took her face in her hands and kissed her gently in the glow of the sun setting on the horizon.
When they pulled away, Caroline's eyes shone with softness.
It made Stefan's heart soar.
The happiness didn't leave him for the rest of the night.
Not when the gang huddled before the fireplace after dinner with mugs of hot chocolate, chatting and joking, and Caroline nuzzled close to him on the couch as he held her close.
Not when she finally fell asleep on his lap, her head resting contentedly against his chest, blissfully warm from the fire and each other.
Not when he had to ease the thick woollen sheets off them and carried her gently to the bed, trying not to wake her up as he set her down and got in beside her.
No, the sinking feeling only returned when he unplugged his phone from the charger and checked it for the first time that day.
Three missed calls and seven texts from Lexi Branson.
He checked his call history, dreading what he knew he’d find. He'd left her two long messages, and from her texts, it looked like he'd told her everything. Reality hit him again.
What was he doing?
He'd let himself forget today that it wasn't real.
Kissing her had been way too amazing for him, and now they'd had sex.
The only thing she felt for him was friendship.
She didn't deserve him complicating things.
He didn't deserve heartbreak.
He hadn't felt this conflicted since Katherine.
Unable to get any sleep with these thoughts swirling around in his head, he got out of the cozy bed and tried the door on his side of the room, which opened into the back porch. He tried Lexi's number, but there wasn't any signal. Exhausted, he gripped the railing and looked up at the star-studded sky, breathing in the fresh air.
He stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing deeply, until he was feeling slightly more peaceful and turned around only to start at the sight of Caroline standing in the doorway, watching him.
The sweater she'd thrown on fell to her knees. The moonlight made her hair glow pale, and her eyes shone serenely, and she smiled gently at him.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Sorry, did I wake you?"
"It's fine." She walked to him and grabbed his hand, reassuringly rubbing a circle into it with her thumb before looking up at him questioningly.
"It's Katherine... I haven't thought about her in a while and... suddenly everything is reminding me of our fucked up relationship."
That wasn’t the entire truth.
Caroline's mouth formed a little 'O’ and she looked away thoughtfully.
"I'm sorry. I'm here if you want to talk."
"It's so far in the past." He didn't want to think about all of that too now.
"Okay." She said simply. "Come back in, you need to sleep."
He let her lead him back to the bed, and for the first time, they cuddled close together before they fell asleep, Caroline's hand in his, Stefan gently stroking her hair, her soft body resting against his muscled one under the heavy blankets.
They told themselves it was for warmth.
Also, no point in delaying the inevitable.
Under the starlight filtering in through the glass windows, it all felt like a dream, anyway.
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eris0330 · 8 years ago
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♡ Hey, do you love me? ♡
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Pairing: NamjoonxReader
Genre: Angst, fluff and smut.
Sum: Being a manager for Got7 and keeping up the relationship with Namjoon from BTS, everything went smoothly. The understanding of cutting a line between work and feelings, was never a problem. Heck, people would say you had the most perfect relationship, in the industry. But what happens, when both groups drop a comeback? Tour? Secrets? New things? Will you continue the same relationship, or will it all die out?
Word count: 3k
Part 1 << 
11:58 Namjoon: The tour dates are settled. We’re leaving in one month to the US… Read 12:51
13:01 Y/N: Oh… And you will be preparing for the concert goods and special stage, the next month… I know the drill… Read 13:02
13:03 Namjoon: Yeah, but I’ll try my best to get home Read 13:05
13:06 Y/N: No it’s fine, we have a lot of planning to do at JYP. Might even have to stay the night T-T Read 13:08
13:10 Namjoon: My angel is always working so hard, remember to take care of yourself babe Read 13:11
13:12 Y/N: You too, love. Read 13:14
13:20 Y/N: TOUR DATES IN LESS THAN A MONTH ARE YOU PEOPLE INSANE Read 15:23
13:20 Y/N: EVER HEARD ABOUT ‘REST’????? Read 15:23
15:23 Jimin: IT’S NOT MY FAULT Read 15:25
15:23 Jimin: Stop screaming at me T-T Read 15:25
15:26 Y/N: I’m sorry chim… It’s just, tour dates already? You guys barely get ANY rest. Read 15:27
15:27 Jimin: I know it sounds like a lot at once, but Y/N, we’re doing fine. Trust us Read 15:28
15:29 Y/N: I do trust you, it’s just common sense. There is just limits, of what a human body can endure Read 15:30
15:31 Jimin: Stop sounding so scientific and trust us. Besides, you will come along one of the days. GOT7 is doing their world tour soon as well? Read 15:32
15:33 Y/N: We don’t know. I’m trying my best to get the dates as close as yours, but Youngguk doesn’t think it’s a good idea. Read 15:34
15:35 Jimin: The suit-guy? Read 15:36
15:36 Y/N: What? Read 15:36
15:36 Jimin: I said NOTHING, gotta run Read 15:37
“Texting your boyfriend again?” A male voice interrupting your “zoning off”state, wondering about Jimin’s text. Looking up to see a tall figure, it was one of your co-workers, Youngguk.
“Close enough” You mumbled, feeling the weight pressure on the couch increase.
“You know, it’s unprofessional to text others while working. Should invest your time in real men” Your head turning to watch his devilish dark eyes, lurking in the bushes like a wolf. Youngguk was the extra manager for GOT7, but sometimes it felt like he was doing nothing. Whenever work called for stress and pressure, he was nowhere to be found. His significant black suit and clean skin, didn’t help the pressure on Namjoon. A lot of people, would call Youngguk the most ‘perfect’ man in the world. Despite, the fact he was also known as a player. A son of a director for music productions and records, making it doubtful that he chose to work in the idol industry, as a manager.
“You know, it’s unprofessional to flirt with your co-worker.” You snickered, pushing your phone in the comfort of your pocket. The way a smirk grew upon his lips, with narrowed eyes staring down upon your frame, you knew, something was up.
“I’m sorry?”
“Don’t flirt with me, when you know I’m with Namjoon” Another shot aiming for his ego, boosting your confidence more than necessary. Even though, his smirk never disappeared, a certain chill ran down your spine.
“You weren’t with Namjoon, the first time though. In fact, I remember you could barely keep my name to a minimum, begging to come.” Eyes locked, keeping you from running and the feel of his thigh brushing lightly against yours. Sending waves of memories, that happened months before you even knew Namjoon. Youngguk wasn’t giving up, taking the chance to brush a piece of your silky hair back in place, sending you back to the ending of a GOT7 Tour in the US, with minimalistic control of your own body.
~
“Congratulations Y/N! I knew they choose the right one!” Your hands were filled with beverages, while watching Yugyeom dance happily for himself. That’s right, JYP just announced which managers were going to take care of their group of boys. Working harder than ever, you finally made the impression on the higher staff, that you would dedicate your life into it. The boys seemed to be just as happy, finally being able to be together for longer and working hard.
“Congratulations, it looks like you did it.” It was the voice you hated, listening to it as if you were being executed. Youngguk was your long-time rival, or rather, partner in this industry. You don’t know how, he got in as a manager. But you were internally competing, for the role of being a part of something. All you knew, is that whatever you did, he had to do it better.
“Surprised?” You bickered with a smile, along the sip of sweet liquid. It wasn’t that you hated him from the bottom of your heart, because it seemed like you both had something in common. Being competitive.
“Maybe. It looks like we are going to work together now. Seems like you got your wish fulfilled” His deep voice and plump lips forming to a smile, while stealing the drink from your other hand. Sipping on the strawberry daiquiri, leading you to snort.
“Excuse me?” You laughed, folding your arms.
“Oh come on. As if, you haven’t been trying to steal my attention with your tight jeans and short skirt. The unbuttoned shirt, almost showing your pink laced bra while leaning towards me. You want me, as much as I want you.” The groan in the back of his throat, while whispering these words against your flustered earlobe, turned something inside of you. His fingers brushing against your knuckles, feeling the shake at every touch.
“You’re dreaming, Youngguk.” You shook your head, backing into a pole, stopping you from escaping the madness building inside your head. The alcohol was taking over your limbs, getting your cheeks to heat up from the rushing blood.
“Am I? I sure hope it will come true then…” You didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the effect of his voice and fingers traveling along your hips, that sent waves of heat to your core. Youngguk was handsome, incredibly sexy. But he was a rich douchebag, that when he wanted something, he would get it.
“I hope it doesn’t” You spat, trying to push his grip away from your heated body.
“Come on Y/N. What do you want then? Money? A car? Say something, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I want, nothing from you.” You put the drink aside, trying to push against his chest. You knew, staying for longer in his presence, your mind would change. A big and warm hand embracing your wrist, stopped you from moving.
“Then, can I at least have this dance?” It was baffling, seeing his lustful eyes turning puppy-like. Backing off while getting offered a hand, you couldn’t resist the temptation of feeling the music prickle at your bones. Forgetting the flirtatious rich guy, having a dance off, didn’t seem like a bad idea.
“Only this one.” You smiled politely, putting your hand in his. Your favourite dance song playing, you were guided towards the crowded floor of people. Swaying your hips from side to side, you were assisted by Youngguk.
It didn’t take long, before realising the space minimising between the sweaty people. Youngguk’s hand following along your rhythm, feeling your bodies press together. The atmosphere was jolly with the sound of your laughter colliding, accompanied with compliments. The alcohol settling in your blood, feeling a bulge press against your hips. Your nerves dancing, trying to avoid confrontation, but your drunk self, couldn’t help but push the buttons. Turning yourself around, your butt was pressed along his length, receiving a surprising gasp from the back. His hands holding you firmly against him, while dancing as if nothing ever happened. You felt pleased, getting the reaction you wanted, but it wasn’t enough. Youngguk was annoying, but you couldn’t lie, that you had imagined what he was like in bed. Erasing the dirty thoughts, of the times he has been trying to push himself upon you, or the negative comments about your working style. He was, your co-worker. But at this moment, you gave up on trying to convince yourself. His hand grooming against your naked skin on your thigh, squeezing it lighter to get a pleasurable moan.
“Are you sure, you want nothing from me?” A daring question, muffling the sound of your surroundings. Only hearing his heavy breaths and the skin of his lips, brush against your ears. Your body screaming for more of his touch, making his hands leave a trail of fire along your skin. Fighting the urge to tell him, that you couldn’t, because he was your ‘rival’. But, how could you? His lips planting along your neck, getting the right placed behind your ear lobe. The chills forming on your skin, acknowledging that your body wanted more than your mind could process. You needed him. Turning around, you were faced with the aura of lust taking over. Your hips aligned with his hardened member, you couldn’t resist the firing feeling inside.
“Yes, or no?” You didn’t answer his previous question, trying to avoid the confrontation. But, looking into his eyes and his hands adding to the fuel, you couldn’t help but whisper a dying ‘yes’. It was the only thing he needed, before his lips crashed upon yours. The taste of the strawberry drink lingering on his tongue, asking for permission to taste. Allowing him, showed how much he longed for the dominance. Hands traveling and airless breaths, only surrounding the two of you. People were too drunk to realise what happened in the centre, but Youngguk wanted this, just as much as you.
“Let’s go upstairs” Your now abused lips, resting against his. Your hand was taking into place, as he guided you towards his hotel room. It didn’t take long, before arriving at the door. You were anticipating, but waiting patiently. Your drunk self, didn’t care anymore who was the one to take you. The sound of keys turning and the smell of clean bedsheet hit your face, as you walked into the dim lighted room. Door closed and locked, the same pair of hands found it’s place on your hips. The same sensation of a firing light inside, burned your core for more of it.
“When was the last time, you were touched by a man…. You’re so eager, for my hard cock” Lips crashing once again, tasting the same salvation of lust. Your moans of pleasure vibrating against him, feeling his body press you towards the king sized bed. Another push, to have you landing on the silky sheets. The view of his tie getting loose, while stroking at the naked skin of your thigh. You were quivering and almost going insane, from the waiting.
“I’ll make you feel heaven and hell, on the same time.” His shirt was thrown away, showing off his tanned muscles and tattoos. The way he looked at you in hunger, made your panties soaked. Thankfully, your dress was simple. A long zipper on front, holding everything in place. You noticed the way he unzipped it, in such slow motion, indulging every piece of skin showing. Peaceful kisses were placed along your cleavage and traveling further down to your stomach. Your muscles tightening at the feel of his exhales, coming closer to your wet heat. In a single last touch, your dress was off and your naked body was exposed. Youngguk licked his lips, while scanning the prey upon his bed.
“No lingerie? Did you know, that this would happen, Baby?” Shaking your head in denial, remembering the minutes it took you to decided, that underwear wasn’t necessary for this piece of cloth. You wished, it was because of that, but Youngguk was secretly in the back of your head, while choosing.
“Damn it, you’re so fucking sexy Baby girl.”
You felt his fingers brush along your folds, covering it with your juices. Watching him, lick it off to get a pre-taste. It excited you, but even sent warmth rise in your cheeks of the realisation. Getting on his knees, he pulled you by the thighs, receiving a whimper of his strong hands.
“Relax… I’m going to make you feel so fucking good, Princess” It didn’t relax you one bit, but definitely pushed you further for the anticipation. Kisses were planted along your inner thigh, making you inhale slowly, before his exhales hit your centre. It was like a shock, feeling his tongue play with your folds. Your toes curling and your body unable to keep still, you were already moaning till the sun went up.
“Oh my god Youngguk” Your fingers entangled themselves in his black silver strands, getting him to purr against your heat. You could feel his smirk form on your lips, letting you know how much he enjoyed watching you become like this.
“You taste so sweet” A feel of shock, surprising you as he added a finger. Pumping it slowly, getting your legs to tremble upon his shoulders. Sucking and nibbling upon your sensitive nub, it sent vibrations of electricity through your veins.
“Youngu-“ Another digit added, pumping harder and faster. The sound of your wet core and moans combined in the room, as he continued his phase. One last taste, you felt something weight on the side of your head. Youngguk had changed position, to lock you down by his hand. His eyes examining your facial expression of pleasure, as what he did to you. A third digit added, making your mouth gap in shock before his own lips had you shut. His tongue letting you taste yourself, as he pumped harder.
“Tell me.”
“Tell me, how much you like it Baby” You weren’t the kind to enjoy pet names, but at the moment, you mind didn’t care whoever called you what. Your walls tightening around his fingers, feeling a further heat of climax rise in the bottom of your stomach.
“I like it!” You responded in heavy breaths, feeling his phase slow down. Your eyebrows furrowing of his action, before you saw him unbuckle his belt. His hardened member bulging against his boxers, before revealing his extent length. Pushing you towards the centre of the bed, your legs were spread by his hips, watching his lips form into a sly smirk.
“Then you are going to love this, Princess” Arms locked on each side, the tip of his length was pushed inside. With each second, he came closer. Your insides felt full, unable to contain yourself at the thought of the stretch.
“You’re so tight, Baby girl” His voice was shaky, as if he was trying to control himself. When he was fully inside, you could adjust at his enormous size. It was like it hurt, but by time, it turned from pain to pleasure.
“You’re… so big….” You felt embarrassed by your own whispering words, but his smirk of approval and passionate kiss, made you forget that it was ever mentioned. He never moved, but you felt him twitch inside, as he fondly took attention to your upper body. Your perky nipples were licked and bit playfully on, just to let your whimpers pass his ears. Nails scratching along his back, as he left marks of hell on your delicate skin. It was a slow and quiet moment, but you enjoyed it, feeling every bit of him on you and the sounds releasing from his throat. It felt like hours, feeling his skin vibrate against your touch, before he settled himself upon you with his arms resting on each side of your head.
“I’m gonna move now” He whispered, before planting a sly kiss on your forehead. Nodding along his decision, you felt his length get pulled out and pushed back. It was slow, almost romantic. Your airy breaths becoming soundproof, assisted by your moans.
“Oh my god Youngguk… faster…” You could barely make it, feeling the climax rise inside. Your soul eaten by the one and only, Youngguk. Smiling at your request, he dug his head into the crook of your neck as the speed was fastened. Groans and uncontrollable words of begging, were soon forgotten.
“You’re so fucking wet. Fuck Y/N”
Skin clashing against skin, it was the only thing running through your head. Your hips bucking, to let his member hit the right spot. Your nails digging into the clean skin of his own, before your toes started to curl in the steamy air.
“Tell me what you want Baby-“ Another harsh thrust, feeling him twitch against your pulsating walls.
“Tell me what you fucking want, or I can’t give it to you Princess” His voice were crashing, as he kept his fastened phase. Shutting your eyes, you felt every thrust with might. The words running through your mind like a broken record, as you tried to let out a word than a sound.
“I want you to-“ Your sentence was cut off, as you felt a sting on the side of your butt. It was painful, but oddly satisfying in the heated moment. His forehead hovering above your own, trying to keep your eyes locked on him, only him. Another hit, feeling the sting increase on your skin.
“Tell me.” He groaned, making your eyes flutter open to see him. The sweat drops running along his forehead and down his temples, seeing your orgasmic face mirror in his eyes. Cupping his face, you were surprised to feel him purr against your palm.
“I want you to make me come, Youngguk” You finally requested, making him kiss you passionately. His teeth digging onto your bottom lip, while speeding up.
“Tell me again, Baby” His thrusts becoming forceful and strong, leaving you breathless. Every hit, every kiss, every sound of your name was imprinted in your brain.
“I want to come. I want you to make come Younguk!”
“Please!”
You heard him chuckle against your skin, before releasing his last battery. Your legs trembling and back arching in agreement for more. The knot in the bottom of your stomach being untied, as he continued to speed up. It was like the room disappeared, feeling every move of his member inside.
“Come inside of me, Youngguk!” You didn’t care at this point. The temptation and withdrawal for months has been unleashed at this very moment.
“As you wish, Baby”
Your eyes turning cloudy, and the feel of his warm exhales hitting your bare chest. Was memorial as you hoped, when you saw him check you out in the office room. His defined muscles bracing against your body, showing you how much he will do, to do as you wish. Forgetting the world together, of enemies. Now, as partners.
“Y/N…”
“Y/N I’m going to come..!”
“Y/N!”
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“Y/N!!!”
The sound of Jackson’s loud voice was heard from the side, making you wake up from the memories.
“..Y-Yeah, what?” You stuttered, trying not the flushed over remembering the day it happened. Youngguk was watching being at peace, seeing your cheeks burned with red.
“Damn, you need some serious sleep. I tried calling you for ages.” He chimed, while you stood up from the couch. His smile and laughter filling your ears as if the world was ending, made you relaxed in his presence.
“I probably do… What did you want, Jackson?” You coughed, feeling Youngguk stand on your side. His arms brushing against your shoulder, sending the same type of chills down your body.
“I don’t remember now… I’ll come back when I come in thought of it again” He jumped towards the others, making your temples pulsate. Jackson was usually like this, but sometimes you wish he was a little ‘faster’.
“Seems like I triggered something?” Youngguk interrupted your annoyed state, by pushing you further. His eyes scanning for clues, as he shot the question. Gulping lightly, you turned your head.
“Does Namjoon know about your past with me?” You shot a glare upon your rival, before backing away from his body.
“Don’t. Leave Namjoon out of this.” You threatened, feeling the anger dance on your fingers. You didn’t know what it was, but it seemed like he wanted something from you.
“I take that, as he doesn’t know.” Youngguk chuckled in delight, making your bite the inside of your cheek. Being with Namjoon, you let the past disappear while indulging in the life of happiness than competition.
“Well this is going to be fun.” Another comment, before his frame diluted from your sight. Feeling alone, and scared of what will happen. You pulled your phone out, seeing your fingers shake upon the screen.
15:51 Y/N: We need to talk. Urgent. Read 15:52
15:52 Jimin: When, and where? Read 15:53
15:53 Y/N: Whenever. Nowhere near the others. Alone. Read 15:53
15:54 Jimin: This doesn’t sound pleasant… did you break something again…? Read 15:55
15:55 Y/N: jc Jimin I DRopPED ONe mp3 PLAyeR Read 15:55
15:56 Jimin: From the 17th floor…. Read 15:57
15:57 Y/N: LET IT GO JIMIN Read 16:02
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paniccord-ff · 8 years ago
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Slowly moving Chris’ arm off my bare chest, I am trying to sneak out of bed without him waking up. I am sure he will be tired because we did nothing but have sex last night, we did do it again because I just wanted to make him extra tired. Chris didn’t move a flinch, I am so glad because I want to surprise him. As soon as it turned twelve Chris kept on talking about birthday sex and I gave him that and more, he can’t complain now. Grabbing Chris’ tee from the floor, I think EJ will be here soon. He said he will bring me the outfits, we are all matching in some way and then he is bringing the cake with him luckily. Looking back at Chris asleep, I have never felt love before but looking at him he makes my heart so whole. I just love Chris so much, I love him with all my heart and it scares me. I probably didn’t know it at first but he is my soul mate, he is the one. Sighing as I made my way out of the bedroom, I generally didn’t know what to get him. I have money but not crazy amounts so I wanted to get him something meaningful but yet nice, something he can have when we are apart but something from me and that means a lot to me.
I wasn’t sure in Kyrie being around but I feel bad dumping him on my brother’s because I want to be alone with Chris, I think I will take him because him and Roro can annoy each other “what we doing today?” Kyrie asked “we are doing something special for Chris, he doesn’t know about Royalty coming so this will be exciting” Kyrie smiled at me “that is so cool” hearing the door alarm go off, that will be EJ and I am wearing nothing but Chris’ tee. I am only getting dressed once EJ gives me my outfit, jumping over the couch making my way to the door. “Take your damn time” EJ shouted as I opened the door “don’t be so loud, honestly. I don’t want him to wake up” pushing the door open wider “come Kyrie, help EJ out” taking the cake from him “you lucky I like you because I woke up so early for you” EJ always complaining but does it anyways.
So many things, I am tired from bringing it in “so I went with a causal kind of theme, you all are somehow matching. You are all wearing a white tee in some shape or form. The outfit is set out for Chris already under that” EJ unzipped the bag next to his “this is yours, we going no bra. I know your titties are popping bitch so you wearing this white jersey tank thong and these ripped booty shorts, wearing sneakers and big ole hoops. You will be popping. Your little bro will be kind of like Chris’ fit and roro is wearing little shorts and white tee. See, you like?” EJ grinned, nodding my head “I couldn’t have asked for more, thank you so much!” hugging EJ, he seemed a little taken back but soon hugged me back “you better get ready before he awakes and ruins it all, I hope you both have a good time because I know he will love it. Family, that is what it is all about” I hope EJ is right and he does like it, I am still so new to this and I am probably doing a bad job already.
Chris near gave me a heart-attack, I thought he woke up. He actually lifted his head up looking around but then turned around and fell back to sleep. That was my bad, I shouldn’t be doing my hair in his room but I love the lighting here, it is good for my makeup. I will put the snapback on after, pressing my poker straight hair down and staring at myself in the mirror. My titties do look bomb but is it too much, you can barely see them actually and I love the freedom of not wearing a bra. Turning to my side, ok my butt looks good and I am dressed. EJ is right, I need to be casual but yet not minimal because I need to look good for my man. I will put perfume on later, if I do it now I will more than likely wake him.
Walking down the steps I gasped in shock “Kyrie, place that balloon there” EJ said to him, they did the living room up “aww EJ, you didn’t have too” I pointed, EJ looked up at the stairs “well you needed to make yourself beautiful, come on. Show me” he waved me down, walking down the rest of the steps. EJ walked over to me meeting me half way “you have some good legs on you and the red lipstick, you look so good. If only I didn’t like dick I would have you” letting out a giggle, placing my hand over my mouth “embrace it, have a good time. I need to go now, I am sure I will see all the videos” he jogged off to get his bag “bye little Kyrie” walking behind EJ to walk him out “you sure I don’t look like some slut? I am seeing his mom?” I feel it, walking behind EJ “oh hunnie, she has seen worse. This is fine, you can barely see nipples. Come on girl” EJ opened the door “ok, I will take your advice, thank you though. I love the outfits” seeing a black Range driving up the drive “mother in law is here” EJ shouted waving at Joyce, I hope she don’t judge me.
Joyce laughed as she closed the car door, Royalty seems really hyper “lee!” she yelped running at me “hello baby, look at your pretty dress” crouching down to her “you look so pretty, you got lip-gloss on?” she held up her little lip-gloss tube, taking it from her “pretty” she said touching my hair, smiling at her “oohhh big, look” she held my hoop earrings and then touched hers “mine are not as big as yours, but you don’t need them that big do you” getting up from my position “I woke up extra early, she was waiting for me. Her mother knows about you taking her out, I said to her it’s Chris’ day so whatever happens goes” taking Royalty’ bag from Joyce “I am going now baby, have a good day” Joyce leaned down to kiss Royalty “tell Chris I will see him later, have good day all of you. I am just really shocked you are doing all of this for my son, he is going to be so shocked” Joyce said, smiling at her. This is a big thing, Joyce is leaving me with Royalty and I feel nervous now. This is a whole ass child, thinking of it in my mind it was fine but now I am not.
I am not having kids with Chris if they end up like this, she is so hyper. It took me so long to change her clothes, she did nothing but battle me with the balloons. Tying her laces on the Nike high-tops, the very same pair I got on “we keep your hair like this? I think it looks pretty, don’t you think?” Royalty touched her hair “pretty like your” she said, nodding my head “it is pretty, you look like a female Chris and that is a little scary” she let out a scream running off, she ran around the couch “poo poo head” here she goes, upsetting Kyrie “stop it” getting up from my position “errm! Roro, please don’t do that, come here” walking around the couch “actually the both of you” sitting down “pause the game” touching Kyrie’ leg, holding Royalty’ hand “we are going to wake your daddy up, it’s his birthday and I need your help. You going to help me? You need to pick a balloon for your dad to take to him” letting her hand go, that will keep her busy “Kyrie, I need you to hold that birthday bag there” pointing in the corner “and hold Royalty’ hand, do not let her run or scream” this will be so hard, she likes screaming.
Placing the cake on the side “ssshhhh” I said placing my finger over my lips, Royalty giggled and ran to me with the balloon inhand. I am glad Chris has his bed covers over him, he is naked under that. Royalty tugged at my hand “yes baby?” she held her arms up at me, holding a child and a cake “can you not like stand?” I said, she shook her head “put that bag at the side of the bed Kyrie” I can do this, the cake is not huge. I just need to balance, I am a woman and can do two things at one time. I wonder why she wants me to hold her, it’s random. Getting my phone out from my back pocket “record it, thank you” holding my phone to him, Kyrie took it from me “his bedroom is so cool, look at his chains” shushing Kyrie as I picked Royalty up “what’s wrong?” I asked, she didn’t say anything but look at the cake. Placing her on my hip, I am happy she is not heavy, grabbing Chris’ lighter from the side “actually how about you scare daddy awake? You like that baby? I put you here” walking back to the bed “you wait here for me” placing her on the edge of the bed “when we sing you scare him yeah?” she is already jumping on the bed, rushing back over to the cake.
With candles now lit I walked over to the bed, Royalty walked on Chris as she saw the cake “I blow” she pointed, Kyrie is recording “sing happy birthday, come on. Wake daddy up” Royalty tripped over herself and fell on Chris “huh” oh he is awake “happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you” Kyrie and I sang, Royalty got up clapping “happy birthday dear Chris” Chris stared at us in shock, he rubbed his face turning onto his back “oh my god” his voice all groggily “blow your candles out!” bringing the cake closer to him, Royalty held my arm as she got closer to the cake. Chris is so speechless as he blew the candles out with the help of Royalty “happy birthday handsome” leaning down and kissing his lips “happy!!” Roro screamed jumping on her dad, I don’t think he has ever had Royalty like this before. Placing the cake on the side “baby, what are you doing here? You come here scaring me” turning around seeing Chris hug her “my best birthday gift” Kyrie passed me my phone “you did this for me?” Chris said to me, smiling at him “yes” placing my arm around my brother “I am in shock, I don’t know what to say” Royalty is climbing all over Chris, this is so heart-warming to see them both.
Sitting on the edge of the bed as Royalty sat with Chris, his arms around her “I feel a little emotional here, I ain’t finna cry. You have just made me so speechless, you got me a card from my daughter” Chris shook his head “this is such a blessing, I don’t know what to say. I got my daughter with me, I got you and I even got Kyrie here” his voice broke, placing my hand a top of the covers on his leg “it’s ok Chris” he wiped the tear away “thank you Royalty, it was beautiful” I didn’t mean to make him cry at all “thank you Kyrie and Rylee. I can tell you chose that” he laughed pointing at Kyrie “I haven’t seen birthday cards in years, appreciate it so much” I haven’t gave my card, that will be when these two leave us be “we got you this” Kyrie picked out the Lakers jersey “he chose it, I said to him you will have it” he passed it Chris, Chris held it up “actually Kyrie, I don’t have a jersey with my surname on it so thank you” Chris got his fist out, Kyrie dapped him “I told you Rylee!” I guess that is one point to Kyrie.
Royalty passed Chris the balloon “thank you baby” he said to her “Kyrie, you take Roro to her bedroom and play, do not go down until I do and leave that door open so I can hear you both” Kyrie held Royalty’ hand “I know Rylee!” he better do, I will murder him if anything happens. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Chris shuffled closer to me “yeah kids, be cool. I won’t be long” Chris added, watching them both walk out “you really shocked me Rylee, I am so filled with emotion right now. Thank you so much, I love you” Chris pressed a kiss to my lips “I can’t thank you enough, this surprise means so much to me” I cooed at him touching his cheek “well I tried Chris, I been thinking and I was like I hope this works. We have so much to do though, you have an outfit hanging up in the bathroom” Chris’ eyes widened “don’t ask, we have a busy day together” picking up the bag from the floor “you have honestly shocked me, I didn’t expect this at all. I don’t know what to say because I have never had this, you know the little things. My daughter, who would think of a child that is not theirs? You know” placing the bag at the side of Chris “you always had girls that wanted just you, I want you for everything and that is around you” I have actually made Chris Brown speechless, this is so funny to me because he’s always got something to say.
Chris looked at the bag and then looked at me “Rylee, I can’t take this. Stop it now, even though I am a little intrigued by the wrapped box, I swear people stopped giving me wrapped gifts. Wow” I am a little nervous because it’s something that I wasn’t sure in giving “I want you to have it, open the gift first” Chris sighed out, picking the bag up from the side of him. Watching him take the box out “what is it?” he shook the box next to his ear, I shrugged not saying a word “so exciting, this box seems really big Rylee. I swear you better not bought me something expensive” I didn’t speak a word but smile, Chris grinned ripping the paper open. His face softened “you didn’t?” he said placing the wrapped paper to the side of him, rubbing my hands together “not so much did I buy it but there is a story behind it, I was so nervous in saying this to you because I feel so stupid” looking away from him, why am I like this “so this watch is my grandad’s, I got it cleaned and everything. They gave it to me when I moved in LA, and I goes no. I didn’t want it, that is his. My grandad always wanted a Rolex and my grandma said to him that one day he will get one so she did get him that. She got inheritance and bought him that, spent the whole thing on a Rolex. My grandad told her she was stupid but she said to him what else do I want because I got you? She didn’t want the money, my grandad never wore it. He wore is on special events, my grandparents don’t have money so that was a lot of money to them. I asked her why do that? You needed the money, she said that she didn’t need it. She was rich in love and she always wanted to make him happy, she said one day I could give it to the man I love or sell it but I hope you don’t sell it because if you do then I know my granddaughter never fell in love” I laughed as tears fell “ok I’m stupid but you know, it’s one of those things. I was so scared of men, scared to be hurt again that I thought I would sell it but you came along. You changed my whole life, I am so in love with you that is scares me. So I want you to have it” wiping the tears that fell and finally looking at Chris.
I didn’t think I would see Chris teary eyed with me “you making my birthday something crazy, like I don’t know what to say” he covered his face with his hands “that is so meaningful Rylee, thank you so much” he said as he moved his hands away from his face, he took in a deep breath before opening the box “it has all the papers still and it’s eighteen carat gold, it’s nineteen eighteen vintage. The guy was amazed that cleaned it, he said it’s worth twenty thousand now, about that” Chris gawked at the watch “I love watches but this, this is special. I don’t know what to say, I can’t believe it. Thank you so much, from my heart thank you” he closed the box and wrapped his arms around me “you saved me Rylee, thank you so much” placing my arm around him “it’s ok baby, I was a little nervous but I am happy you are happy. You triggered something in me when you said you felt me when I was down, I am so happy you annoyed me until we dated” smiling a little, I could’ve missed my blessing and I thank god he is this annoying.
Sitting downstairs with the Kyrie and Royalty, she got my brother doing dolls and tea which is funny but they are happy so what. Chris is getting ready so hopefully we can leave soon, tapping my Instagram. Let me post the video of the birthday boy, tapping the video. My voice is terrible but who cares, trimming the video down to get the part where we kiss just to upset the haters. I am getting the hang of this actually ‘Happy Birthday handsome @chrisbrownofficial sorry for scaring you awake (it was Roro fault or maybe mine) hope you enjoy today baby xx’ pressing send “lee, look” hearing Royalty say, looking up from my phone “what’s wrong?” she held her doll out for me, taking her doll seeing the pants stuck on the foot, yanking it off for her “there you go” passing the semi naked doll “what you doing to her?” I questioned “pretty” Royalty said walking back to her toys.
Hearing Chris’ voice, he took his damn time. Looking behind me, he looks nice and busy “oh no, I think someone is sleepy already” Royalty looking at me from the floor “no!” she yelped, she is because she is laying on the floor “thanks for the birthday love, catch up soon” laying my head back looking up at Chris staring down at me “thank you so much for this fit, wearing the watch too” he held his arm up, reaching behind me holding his hand “looks so nice on you” kissing his hand, I feel so much love towards him “I am also feeling sleepy roro, what we going to do?” letting his hand go “aww man, I came to party and y’all sleeping” Chris said, looking to the side of me as he sat next to me “they boring Chris” Kyrie added “whatever, I blame Royalty. She is so damn hyper and chasing her has made me like this” feeling Chris lay his head on my shoulder, looking down at him. He poked his lower lip out “ok, enough. We need to go” I said not moving, Chris pointed his phone camera and took a picture “oh no, I have a double chin. Delete!” I spat, Chris chuckled saving the picture and moving his head away from my shoulder “come on team!! Get y’all asses up, and here. Take a picture of me” Chris passed me his phone, this means I have to move. Slowly getting up from the couch, pointing the phone at him “you ready?” Chris looked down at the watch and I took the picture “you really like it?” I asked, Chris nodded his head “I appreciate it so much” I am happy he does.
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bigislandfarms-blog · 8 years ago
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Travel Light: How to Pack for Your Internship in 5 Stupid Simple Steps
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Whether you consider yourself a seasoned veteran or a complete newbie, the art of adventure travel is ceaseless practice. We can all benefit from a few suggestions from now and then. Using my own packing list as an example, I’ve laid out a straight forward run-down of exactly what and how to pack for your Big Island Farms internship. (Our director Isabel has offered some suggestions for the ladies as well - these are marked with **)
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Step 1:
Find, buy, or borrow these two bags:
70 - 120L Backpack or Duffel Bag (this will be your ‘check bag’)
35 - 40L Backpack (this will be your carry on and also serve as your day/adventure pack)
Make sure you get the correct size.
There are tons of great bags out there! However if you’re interested in some suggestions, here are a few my favorite packs:
Osprey Aether 70
Osprey Kestral 38
Patagonia Black Hole 90 (as an alternative to the 70-120L Backpack)
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Step 2:
Lay out your essentials - Cloths, toiletries, etc.
This is always where people go overboard. Keep it lean. Try to limit yourself to only a weeks worth of outfits. (remember you can always wash your clothes) Synthetic and wool-blend cloths are great for keeping you’re pack light.
Here's the list:
Base Layers
3x Synthetic Boxers/Underwear (REI has some great selections of hiking underwear)
5x Regular Boxers/Underwear
5x Socks (by far the most underrated item of clothing - splurge for the good stuff)
2x **Sports Bras
Top Layers
6x T-shirts (less if you can afford the nice synthetic stuff)
2x Tank Tops
2x Button Ups or **Dresses (for ‘going out’)
1x Long Sleeve (for chilly nights or keeping out of the sun)
1x Light Jacket
1x Rain Jacket
Bottom Layers
3x Swim Trunks
3x Athletic Quick-Dry Shorts
3x Regular Shorts
1x Quick-Dry Pants (these are nice for farm work)
1x Denim Pants or **Skirt (again.. for going out)
Shoes
1x Athletic Shoes
1x Vans
1x Flip Flops (Chacos or Tevas are a great idea too since they can do everything)
Misc:
1x Belt
1x Shades
1x Hat (it’s not a bad idea to throw in a wide brim if you have one)
Toiletries:
1x Dr. Bronner Biodegradable Soap (a crucial item for me. Dr. Bs does it all. I recommend Peppermint)
1x Toothbrush
1x Biodegradable Toothpaste
1x Deodorant
1x Comb/Brush
1x Shampoo/Conditioner (Dr. Bs is great, but there are lots of other biodegradable shampoos on the market now… A place like Whole Foods will have a lot of options, although Garnier Fructis has a line of eco-friendly soaps that you can find at a convenience store)
1x Sunscreen
1x Body Wipes
1x Insect Repellent
1x Gold Bond Powder (your feet will love you at night)
1x Glasses, Contacts, Contact Case
** Tampons (or pads, or diva cups… you’ll be able to buy these on the island but having some extras packed away will be helpful just in case)
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Step 3:
Lay out your gear.
Again, avoid becoming the dreaded ‘gear junkie’ here.
Here’s my list:
Essentials:
1x Sleeping bag (rated around 35+F)
1x Compression Sack (for sleeping bag)
1x Camp Pillow (you can also use rolled up clothes)
1x Headlamp
2x Nalgenes
1x Thermos (for coffee, tea, etc.)
2x Quick-Dry Towels
1x Knife
1x Lighter
1x Journal/Sketchbook
1x Laptop
Non-Essentials:
1x Eno Hammock
1x MSR Pocket Rocket Stove
1x Mess Kit
1x Art Supplies
1x Hacky Sack
1x Camera
1x Back-Up Hard Drive
1x Bluetooth Speaker
1x Kindle/Books
1x Belt
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Step 4:
Pack your bags.
First, load your 30-40L/Carry-On.
Remember, this will have to go through security at the airport. (no liquids over 3.4oz, knives, etc.)
Here’s what goes in my Carry-On Pack:
1x Journal/Sketchbook
1x Laptop
1x Kindle/Books
1x Toiletries Bag (containing toothbrush, toothpaste, glasses, contact case, and deodorant)
1x Rain Jacket
1x Nalgene
- - you should still have a bit of space in your pack - -
Now load the rest of your items in the 70-120L/Check Bag
So here's my process:
Line backpack with with contractor trash bag (useful later on for keeping out water and critters)
Sleeping bag goes in the bottom followed by camp pillow.
Shoes, Toiletries, and Gear are next.
Finally, use your clothes to fill up all dead space in the bag. (folding the clothes is unnecessary, you can always re-organize when you arrive)
If you have anything else left over, it can go in your carry on.
Step 5:
Morning of flight checklist.
So after days of preparing, packing, and triple checking your bags, you finally arrive at the airport feeling like a globe trotting aficionado. With a smug confidence, you walk directly to the flight counter. The person there politely asks you for your identification. Reaching your hand down to an empty back pocket, your pride is quickly lost to a lightning bolt of panic. Sh*#!
Don’t be that guy/chick. Here’s your checklist:
____ Wallet (Personal ID, Cash and Credit Cards, Insurance Cards)
____ Phone
____ Tickets
____ Itinerary
____ Emergency Contact Info
____ BIF Documents
As always please feel free to reach out with any questions. Happy Packing!
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