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deceitfuldevil · 5 years ago

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Rose Hips — P.P

Peter Parker X Reader

Summary: You and Peter have been back and forth flirting for too long, but a shampoo change and a craving for a certain snack late at night leads you to be saved by the one and only Spider-Man, who acts and sounds just like your best friend. . .

Warnings: swearing, use of a gun, etc.

Word Count: 4.6K

“Jesus Christ, how are we already halfway through May?” MJ asked, rubbing her eyes, she had obviously taken a nap on the bus ride to school.

“Well since today’s the 15th and there’s thirty-one days in May there’s no one whole day that’s a halfway mark of the month” Ned explained simply, earning a look from MJ as he did so.

“It was a rhetorical question dipshit.” You chuckled lightly and looked to Peter for his reaction, but he was lightly snoring with his face uncomfortably pressed into a desk. You were about to nudge him so he’d be awake for first period but when the bell rang he shot up, red lines across his left cheek from laying on the desk.

—

You were usually the first to lunch as you had 5th period gym and 6th period lunch and the two were right next to each other. But today when you got down to the cafeteria you saw Peter sitting, or really sleeping at your usual table. Which was odd because his 5th period was chemistry on the 3rd floor, and the cafeteria was on the first floor; he was usually the last one to lunch.

“Jeez Pete, how much sleep did you get?” you said taking a seat next to him at the circular table, opening up your brown paper lunch bag.

“Huh?!” You must’ve startled Peter because she shot up with a jolt. You were always concerned for his well being but as of lately he seemed to be doing worse. He’s changed a lot since he took that Stark internship last year.

“I said...” You started, looking into his bloodshot eyes that practically caved into his face.

“How much sleep did you get?”

“7 hours...” he said with a grumble, obviously not wanting to be awake at the moment

“If you got seven hours of sleep last night then why do you-”

“This week”

“What?”

“I got seven hours of sleep this week,” he said plainly, rubbing his eyes as MJ quietly sat down at the table with the two of you.

“Wow, that’s a new record” she said sarcastically.

“Peter that isn’t good, you need to take care of yourself!” You said in a matter-of-fact kind of a way, gently cupping his face in your small hands as he flashed a small smile.

“Are you coming to our study session tonight?” Fridays were you and Peter’s designated hang out day, which started Freshman year just to coax your parents into letting you have a boy over but now the two of you just watch movies and pig out on junk food. However, you still called them your study sessions; it was just your little thing with him.

“Well actually I—”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you’re coming over tonight whether you like it not.”

“Oh Y/n’s over here making her move huh?” Ned asked as he sat down next to Peter, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t we wish,” MJ said somewhat under her breath. She knew how you felt about Peter, but was in no place to tattle.

“I’ll text May and let her know you’re staying the night” You said pulling out your phone and typing something out.

“Yeah like she’s ever gonna let me do that,” Peter said with a light laugh.

“You wanna bet?” You said with a smile, showing Peter your phone that showed May’s text that read: “Keep him for the whole weekend if you want! And make sure that boy gets some sleep, you know he sleeps best in your arms :).”

Peter turned a light shade of pink and stole a pudding cup from Ned, keeping his lips sealed.

“That’s what I thought,” You said with a proud smile, digging into your lunch.

Pulling the keys to your apartment out of your backpack, you unlocked your door and opened it for Peter to walk in. He mumbled a small “thank you” and made a b-line for your room before you could even close the door behind him. You smiled softly and locked up behind him, dropping your book bag following after him, only to find him loosely tucked into your twin-sized bed. You sighed seeing the overly tired Peter Parker in your bed; platonic friendships that didn’t always act platonic were rough, especially when both one of them had feelings for the other. Peter heard you sigh and opened one eye to peek at you, outstretching his arms from under your light pink duvet as a sign for you to come and join him. You happily obliged to.

Cuddling with Peter was just about your favorite thing to do. This started halfway through freshman year when he showed up at your door at 11 pm after he tried to pull a cheesy cliche on the girl he was crushing on; she called him a nerd and threw rocks at him, giving him a black eye. He was so upset because he was so sure that she’d fall for him if he copied the 1989 movie “Say Anything” and played her favorite song on a boombox outside her window. But she was a bitchy cheerleader that only went after jocks with 2-bit brains, not cute boys with 4.0 GPAs. Or at least that’s what you told Peter as he held onto you as if he’d lose you too if he let go.

“Where are you parents?” Peter mumbled, drawing you out of your memories.

“Peter.. take me to dinner first!” you said with a smile as you turned over to face him.

“Oh shut up!” He said in a playful tone, pulling the duvet over his face so that you wouldn’t see him blush.

“They’re away on another business trip, Chicago this time I think,” you said with a sad smile, your lips forming a thin line.

“Yikes, for how long this time?” he asked carefully, even though he knew you were beyond used to it by now.

“4 or 5 weeks, I’m really not sure. They’ll be back once school ends though.. I think.” Peter sighed, he wished that you had someone to be there for you. He wanted to be that person.

“You’re so lucky you have May, it must be nice to almost always have someone to come home to and not just an empty house,” You said as you used your index finger to trace Peter’s jawline. How it got so sharp and defined over the years was beyond you.

“At least you still have your parents.” Peter didn’t mention his parents often, especially outside of the confines of just the two of you. But every now and then he’d make a comment, maybe even a joke. Like most teens he too used humor as a coping mechanism.

“Yeah, but you still grew up with someone to guide you; the last time I remember my parents being home for more than a month was when I was 12.″

“I don’t knowwww, finding out your parents died in a plane crash at six sounds pretty traumatic to me,” He said in a teasing way, a way so that you knew he was kidding.

“Oh fuck off and cuddle me so that we can both get some sleep,” You said turning back over and pushing your back into his as he wrapped his hands around your waist. If anyone saw the position the two of you were in they would’ve immediately assumed you were a couple.

—

When you woke up and checked your clock it was 4:00AM; you knew that both you and Peter were extremely tired but you didn’t think you were both sleep-for-thirteen-hours kind of tired. Either way you turned over to take a peek at Peter and found him in a deep sleep lightly snoring. It was times like these when you were reminded of why you adored this boy so damn much. Not being able to help yourself you gave Peter a quick kiss on his cheek before tip-toeing out of the room to take a shower.

After turning the water on you checked your phones’ notifications, seeing a text from May amongst a few other snaps from friends.

May 💐

Hey, did Peter get any sleep yet?

You smiled, loving how much she cared for her Nephew.

we’ve been asleep since we got home at 3pm yesterday. I just woke up and I’m about to shower now but he’s still asleep :)

Hitting send you set your phone down on the bathroom counter and hopped in the shower, letting the hot water run all over your body. The best thing about AM showers in New York apartments was that you actually got some hot water for once.

Hopping out and drying yourself off you threw on a clean oversized Midtown high sweater and some pajama shorts, which ended up disappearing under the sweater anyways.

Walking back into your room you saw that it was now 4:23AM and to no surprise Peter was still sound asleep. You smiled contently and got back under the covers, not cuddling into him though as you didn’t want to wake him from his sleep. But a few minutes later you felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. You called out to Peter asking if you woke him but he didn’t even stir. He must’ve pulled you closer in his sleep. He even started to draw small circles in the small of your back with his index finger as he continued to lightly snore, and the thought of him doing that absent minded-ly alone was enough to send you right back to sleep in a giddy haze.

—

Peter woke up before you this time, seeing that it was 8:12AM on your clock. You were tightly snuggled into him and he just couldn’t help but to give you a peck on the cheek, something he didn’t know you reciprocated. But right as he gave you a light kiss he got a whiff of your hair; it smelled like roses and apples. It was heavenly and made him more relaxed than he’s felt all week. Without even really thinking about it Peter began to run his fingers through your soft clean hair, almost soothing himself back to sleep. But when you started to stir in your sleep he stopped and tried to act asleep so you wouldn’t know what he was doing. You stayed silent for a couple minutes, leading Peter to believe that you had fallen back asleep. That was until you spoke up.

“You didn’t have to stop that you know. I kinda liked it.” Without a reply Peter went back to playing with your hair, bringing a smile to your face.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asked about 10 minuets later, shocking you a bit because he was right.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” you asked, turning over to face him this time.

“You used to smell like honey, now you smell like apples and roses,” he stated plainly.

“Wow, no one’s ever noticed.”

“Well keep using this shampoo, I love it.” You gave Peter a fake offended look for that comment.

“And since when do I take orders from you?”

“Since I’m your best friend and you love me so you’d do anything for me,” he said with a grin, knowing damn well he was right.

“Oh shut up you dork.”

“Why don’t you make me?” You raised your eyebrows at his cockiness, but simply landed a kiss about an inch away from his lips and got out of bed to make breakfast, leaving a speechless Peter in bed.

“You said ‘make me.’ What did you expect?” you asked, popping your head back in just to see his awe-struck face.

You settled on the impossibly easy bowl of cereal, grabbing a bowl for Peter as well. He walked in as you were pouring him a bowl, but now he was wearing your NY Giants flannel pajama pants that you set aside for him weeks ago when he stayed the night and had no PJs to sleep in... and he lacked a shirt. Not to say that you hadn’t seen Peter shirtless before but ever since he took that Stark internship he’s gotten a lot more... buff. Anytime you’d see him shirtless you’d turn red without fail, you assumed this was his way to get back at you for following up on his “make me” statement. The two of you always played petty flirty games like that, and you both always assumed the other meant it in a completely platonic way.

“Jeez y/n, take a picture it’ll last longer,” Peter said jokingly, making you avert your gaze after realizing you’d been staring while you were deep in thought.

“Special K? Isn’t that stuff supposed to be healthy? Don’t you have any Captain Crunch around here or something?” Peter whined, making you roll your eyes at him.

“God you’re such a child! Besides, even if this stuff is ‘healthy’ it tastes really good.” Huffing dramatically Peter took a bowl and munched down on it, finishing it and then proclaiming that the cereal was “just OK” prompting you to throw a spoon at him.

—

The rest of that weekend was filled with similar flirty events and cuddle filled movie binges, and the school week consisted of pep rallies, field days, and other lax activities as graduation was on Wednesday the following week. It was nice to have a chill week after a long and stressful year, and Peter was clearly getting more sleep now that school work wasn’t a bigger part of his life anymore. Before you knew it, it was Friday again.

“Ever heard of a flirtationship?” Ned asked, munching down on his curly fries at lunch.

“...no?” You spoke, adding a questioning tone at the end encouraging him to go on.

“It’s what you and Peter have.” Before you could reply asking what that even meant, MJ chimed in as well.

“Skinny love would be another good term for you two weirdos.”

You were somewhat baffled. MJ knew of your feelings for Peter but you’d never heard these terms before in your life.

“Just look it up on urban dictionary, it’s all there,” Ned spoke simply, like it was painfully obvious. You pulled out your phone and opened safari, typing urba— before the auto-fill for UrbanDictionary.com came up. Quickly clicking your fingers across the keyboard you first looked up what a “flirtationship” was.

Flirtationship

An unofficial relationship that involves tons of flirting. Usually between two friends, and it's all fun and games until one of them falls for the other and turns it into a Relationship.

"OMG! John and Stacy totally in a flirtationship!"

You scoffed, looking over to Ned and giving him the finger. “Peter and I are nothing like that, we’re just—”

“What aren’t we like?” Making you jump and fumble your phone from your hand, Peter came up behind you resting his chin on your head.

“Oh nothing, it’s just obvious to anyone with a pair of eyes that the two of you have undeniable feel—“

“OKAY THANK YOU THAT’S ENOUGH MJ,” You said lightly chucking a banana at her, but she blocked it with her sketchbook.

“I’m just saying,” she said with a shrug, ultimately leaving Peter confused but he shrugged it off and began to ask about your day so far. In the middle of telling him how Mr. T made you run 2 extra laps in gym for running late in the locker room he took a large whiff of your hair.

“So what’s the name of that shampoo you use anyways?” Peter asked amidst a sweet daze as he began to run his fingers through your hair. Had anyone else, even Ned try to do that you would have been weirded out and moved away. But there was something calming that soothed you when Peter did it.

"Rose Hips by Herbal Essence,” you told him with a smile, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through your hair.

“Dude, how’d you smell something so faint?” MJ asked, genuinely curious.

“Mmm must’ve been my Peter tingle” he said, still entranced in the smell.

“I’m sorry— your Peter what now?” MJ said with a laugh, but Ned threw an empty thing of pudding at Peter's head and brought him out of his trance.

“Oh uh, nothing” Peter said quickly, now sitting down beside you. You looked to MJ and gave her a “what the fuck was that??” kind of a look and she only shrugged. You didn’t notice Ned giving Peter the “why the hell would you say that dude?!” eyes and Peter only shushing him as you turned back around.

After that lunch came and went, as did the rest of the day. Thank god it was Friday again, and a long weekend at that. But you and Peter’s “study sessions” have become less concrete over the past few months, Peter has been showing up late or even not at all, giving some sort of lame excuse like:

“Oh May really needed my help with something.”

“Well you know that Stark internship is keeping me pretty busy.”

“Ned got a new LEGO set and said he couldn’t build it without me.”

It got to the point where you’d stop asking where he was or if he was even coming over. If he came, he came. If he didn’t, you settled for a bullshit excuse.

Sure this upset you and you told MJ about it but she just brushed it off as typical teenage boy things. Yet she wouldn’t stop reminding you that he’d probably spend more time with you if you told him how you really felt, and you kept reminding her that that was never gonna happen.

Before he started flaking Peter usually stopped by around 7pm, so when you looked over at the clock and saw that it was 10:30 at night you figured he wasn’t coming. The latest he ever showed up at your door was 1:00AM and you had already been up for hours cramming for a test that week so he stopped you and you both ate junk food until you passed out. He was gone in the morning though, and he didn't end up being at school that day either. Said he got sick in the middle of the night or something?

Anyways, Delmars was due to close in half an hour and you had a craving for some Cheeto puffs. So you threw a hoodie on over your pajama shorts and tank top and grabbed a five dollar bill. It was a block and a half away and even though the streets at night weren’t your favorite scene you were too hungry to care.

Leaving your apartment with nothing but a five dollar bill, your phone, and the keys to your apartment, you left and locked the door behind you, as your parents were still away on that business trip in Chicago. Walking into the store you looked to the clock and saw it was now 10:47PM, and a worker there was cleaning and starting to pack things up. You grabbed a bag of Cheeto puffs and quietly went up to the register. Paying and going on your way you bid the cashier a good night you started your trek back home.

Only about half a block into your commute did you feel off, making a quick glance behind you you saw a hooded figure following you about 3 yards away. “No big deal,” you thought. Maybe he’s just gotten off work is is really tired, and you have your trust pepper— oh fuck. Ever since an overly strict hall monitor caught you with a keyring with pepper spray on it you weren’t allowed to bring it to school because it was considered a “weapon,” and even then you were given week's detention.

All this overthinking made you look back again in fear and this time the hooded figure was less than a yard away from you. You immediately tried to pick up the pace but he pulled you into a nearby alleyway and covered your mouth with his hand. Only following your instinct you bit down as hard as you could on the man's hand, he cried out in pain.

“You bitch!”

You thought that was the end of it and you were going to make a run for it but then you heard a gun cock.

“I wanted to do this the easy way but it’s already obvious you aren’t gonna make that possible. Now where is your—“

It all happened so fast, you didn’t even actually see what happened. It was nearly 11:00 o’clock at night after all. But the next thing you knew you saw the well-known butt-kicking New York superhero known as Spider-Man on top of the man throwing punch after punch at him. You stared in awe for a moment, for so many reasons. You had only seen the famous Spider-Man in YouTube videos across the internet, he was known to be very peaceful and not hurt the criminals, and all in all you didn’t think he’d stop such a small crime as what was happening to you, let alone even catch it.

After catching your own breath you wrapped your arms around the blue and red spandex bound man pulling him off your attacker.

“You’re going to kill him!” You shouted. Only then did the masked hero look at you and hold his gaze. Usually you felt uncomfortable when people would stare at you but there was nothing uncomfortable about the situation; it felt like you’ve done it before. But as soon as your attacker started to try and get up Spider-Man webbed him to a wall, and his gun a few yards away so he wouldn’t be able to use it when the cops showed up.

Immediately wrapping his arms around your waist your newfound rescuer instructed you to hold on. You did as you were told but something was off; that voice sounded familiar.

He swung you all the way home, right to your window in fact. Settling on the fire escape right outside he released the webbing from his hand but didn’t let go of your waist. Instead, he ran his gloved fingers through your hair and took a long whiff from your head. Exhaling slowly, he came back to his senses.

Now you definitely had your fair share of dumbass moments but you’d have to be deaf, dumb, and blind to not realize who was behind that mask.

“Ahem, your apartment... madam?” He said, clearing his throat and adding a queens accent. You decided to play along, just a little bit though.

“Oh why thank you so much Spider-Man! You’re my hero!” You said, embracing him in a tight hug. He embraced you back and the small circles he drew on the small of your back with his index finger only further proved to you that this was indeed Peter Parker.

“But... How did you know where I live? Let alone my exact apartment window?” He froze, he was no longer drawing circles on your back and his breathing was hitched. You could hear his heart rate increasing ever rapidly.

“You uh–“ He stammered, losing his fake queens accent.

“You told me, yeah, you told me you lived in apartment number 32D” Ah, there was that lovely fake accent. But it was weaker, shakier.

“That’s funny ‘cause I don’t remember saying a single word to you before you brought me to this fire escape. But wait, if I told you that I lived in apartment 32D, how’d you know that this is the window to my bedroom?”

There was a shit-eating grin plastered across your face. You had him cornered and he knew it, you were just waiting for him to say it.

“I uh— well you see... it’s not really– ummmm,” He was fumbling over every word and the fake accent was long gone but it was obvious he wasn’t gonna give in and admit it. So you reached your hands up to the neck of his suit and started to pull up on the red neckline of the fabric. When you had just pulled it over enough so that you could see his entire chin and mouth you knew without a doubt that it was Peter.

“Are you sure you wanna do that? Super heroes aren’t really supposed to reveal their true identity to anyone.” He dropped all the bullshit, he was speaking with the same voice he talked to you with at lunch.

“Oh I’m sure,” You said with a laugh, continuing to pull the mask up his face at an agonizingly slow pace. Peter grabbed your wrists after you unveiled his nose.

“But Mr. Stark said if anyone I love finds out I’m Spider-Man then they’ll be under risk from bad guys around the world!” He exclaimed, not seeming to realize what he just confessed. At that point you quickly pulled off the rest of the mask and stared deep into Peters brown eyes. It was dark out and there was nothing but the moonlight shining on his face but still you searched for any sense of mistruth or uncertainty and saw nothing but unrelenting truth.

“You... you love me?”

Only then did he retrace his words and realized what hadspilled from his mouth.

“No! I mean, yes, oh my god yes I do I have since sophomore year when you kicked flash in the balls for calling me Penis Parker for the thousandth time that day, but if that means you don’t wanna be my friend anymore than in that case I don’t like you at all and this whole thing can totally be forgotten and—“

“Peter!” You interrupted

“Yeah?”

“I love you too,” you said softly, looking into his eyes with nothing but admiration.

“You do? Because if you don’t that’s really fine and I’d totally understand cause like—”

You knew there was no other way to shut him up besides doing the only thing you’ve wanted to do for 3 years. You kissed him. Standing up on your tippy-toes you cupped his cheek with your hands and gently pressed your lips to his. It was everything you’d thought it’d be and more; he tasted like banana laffy taffy, which happened to be your favorite candy so you weren’t complaining. Pulling away Peter’s eyes stayed shut a few seconds longer than yours, just doing his best to relish in the moment as long as possible before having to resurface back to the pain that is reality.

“Do I need to kiss you again to bring you back down to earth?” Peter said nothing but smiled wider than you’d ever seen before and nodded slowly. You smiled contently and went in for a quick peck before Peter came back to reality and put his hands tenderly on your face keeping your lips attached to his as he attempted to deepen the kiss. You gave in but only for a moment, soon pulling away and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Okay calm down lover boy, that’s fun and all but it’s freezing out here and I can’t feel my feet.” Without a second to spare Peter picked you up bridal style and carried you into your bedroom. You spent the whole night cuddling, kissing, and making him tell you every last detail about what it was like being Spider-Man.

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A/N

Hi all, today is June 8th 2020... almost 4 months since I last posted. I’d like to apologize, I don’t have much of an excuse besides the fact that COVID-19 has brought on so much bad news for me that I haven’t had the motivation to do jack shit :)

But I also want to say that me posting today is not me trying to draw attention away from what’s going on in the world at the moment, because posting right now could easily make ignorance seem okay; and it’s not. I’ve been to protests, I’ve signed petitions, I’ve talked with friends and family, I’m doing all that I can do help support the BLM movement and put an end to racism and corrupt cops. In fact, if you need a place to find good resources, there’s a link here that’s full of petitions to sign, places to donate, educational articles on whiteness, racism, blackness in America, on liberation, on police violence, and so on. Links with compilations, books, PDFs, podcasts and episodes, films and videos, social media posts worth reading and sharing, noteworthy public figures and authors, reading guides, and even protest safety.

https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1bUJrgX8vspyy7YttiEC2vD0DawrpPYiZs94V0ov7qZQ/htmlview?usp=gmail

^here’s the link again just in case. So if it wasn’t clear this account is safe for all genders, sexualities, races, ethnicities, etc.

So please don’t think of this post as a distraction from what’s going on, but rather a quick break. My best friend proof read this for me and told me it’s exactly what she needed right now. So I hope you all enjoyed reading this, and constructive criticism is welcome!

Much Love,

—Skyler

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shytiff · 4 years ago

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Small Dec Wins

i cant believe its December already tf?!?!?!

1 - poli KIA today. saw a mother who cant feel the movement of their baby. the senior midwife tried to find the baby’s heart beat but not finding it. she said she hopes she were wrong. fell asleep at 3pm-ish, woke up super hungry. ate. i swear i feel like my weight when i measured it this morning was ~52, but after eating its close to 54 lol. eating banana and chocolate nextar is yummm. dalbang today is hella funny as always and suuper endearing. fell asleep after dalbang, didnt study hufttt

2 - today im at igd but joined azkia at vk for a bit to see partus. its not that im scared (maybe not consciously) but when the mom was being stitched i felt lightheaded, nausea, cold extremities, and i even had to squat multiple times because i couldnt stand. But i felt better after the partus so maybe seeing it was the cause. I did not feel scared at all honestly ._. and i’ve seen multiple partus before. i dont know why. i can literally feel my symphatetic tone giving out lmaoo. tried matcha latte with Cy matcha powder. it tasted more milky and grassy. mom thought it tasted like nori. i prever cocodeli alll the way (although Cy is cheaper). i think it also has a bit of caffeine that made me feel awake like a normal person should be.

3 - today is vk but there’s no patient so thank god i saw sumn yesterday. did some cicil ukmppd in the morning accompanied by matcha latte. tried to order dufan tickets and i couldnt find my damn ktp...... fell asleep after worrying about said ktp

4 - matcha latte in the car, swab at lmk, went to dufan by tj with willy, had quite some funn with atikah nila willy amel pupuy. first time trying kereta misteri, quite fun. it rained after ashar so we didnt ride anything after that. turns out my ktp was at barel’s fotocopy lmaoo thankyou ara for picking it. went to solaria ancol afterwards, picked up by mom. i didnt tell her in the morning that i was going to dufan lmao. plenary @ zoom 19 pm. rapat nemo. fell asleep.

5 - went to lmk by tj to surprise clara. went back home and fell asleep. didnt rly do anything afterwards because this ragged body gets tired easily and i dont eat much recently. i can feel the difference before and after eating and there’s actual energy after eating. its not that im hungry though, but i feel less energized. felt annoyed terrible and just wanna lay in bed (this is unrelated with the less food in my system). even though i met up with friends

6 - after LOTS of sleeping i feel somehow better but not to a ‘normal’ amount. watched kimbab family videos. did power vinyasa by doogether with fianti. took a shower and ate indomie and i felt quite normal, except i slept again wtf. i thought i would have the second half of the day but nah. did self tryouts with fianti, 150 FDI questions. I got 96/150 right. huft. such a great reality check

7 - poli lansia with dokter isip, matcha latte in the afternoon rly helps me not sleeping the day away, packed up for depok

8 - poli umum with dr gita (helped doing phys exam), packed the rest of my stuff, ate some risol and matcha lattteee in the car, took swab results, picked up hazmats etc, zoom discussion with FT PKM Kalideres (dr gita) on the way, and i finally arrived at tamel. dinner is granola with vsoy. Taste like a slightly wet granola bar, nutty fiber-y vibe

9 - walked in ui with ara, managed to jog from the trees near st ui until kuburan bikun wow. i reached that point where my leg and heart were going in a steady unburdened pace and my willpower to keep going on was tested. tried the signature steak in Double U Steak by Chef Widi, while ara tried ribeye. the ribeye was more tender than the signature. but the seasoning in the signature is quite delish, salty and oily without being too much (like futago ya). read poppyland fast pass from ara’s phone omg season 1 is finally complete! went to coftof (omgggg i miss this place), it looks different now. ordered matcha latte and it tasted weirdly like a soy milk although ara doesnt feel that way. the matcha tasted weird. wont repurchase. read chainsaw man, its so entertaining, funny and deep at the same time. denji mess around and be too naive sometimes but hes lowkey hot lmaooo. aki is lovvvvve.

10 - first day at rsud budhi asih. had moesli combined with granola + vsoy for brekkie. went back to tamel at 3 pm. it rained when i got back. bought warteg lugina worth 32k. walked to sbux for tumbler day its been a while since i had their matcha latte. it tasted quite good, but not as good as i remembered (?) maybe bcs i asked for non fat milk. sbux closes at 8 pm for now hikss

11 - left tamel at about 7:10 and arrived on budhi asih at 08:54 yalll the traffic. Icu. Bought eatlah double and ate the salted egg part. Nap. ICU discussion with dr Dedi @8pm. I presented from my phone to save data hehe,,

12 - woke up at 8, eatlah brown butter for brekkie, symcard, saladstop's caesar salad for lunch (quite 'eneg' because i didnt eat the cheese evenly so the chicken and cheese were eaten last after the vegs are out. The vegetable's not that variative, and the non vegs make the salad taste delicious (albeit maybe not THAT healthy). Evening jog @UI and i realized i can get wifi sitting near the lake n library. Stared at the night sky from my room, i swear the sky seems super clear. Saw tiny fireworks in the distance

13 - ate muesli and saladstop’s banana walnut cake, symcard, bought moon chicken and saladpoint. lunch was egg salad and the wings. the original tasted so good like??? maybe i havent had msg for a while. also tried big bang, not too spicy which is nice. cicil ukmppd. put my laundry at buih barel lmaoo. try out with fianti. got 70/100

14 - breakfast was salad and leftover chicken. today was bangsal with angga armand. the geriatric patient has a loud murmur yall (and scoliosis, so much that the heart looks distorted). went to margo city to see sales, but when i think about it id rather just thrift stuff lmao. bought lugina. slept through kuliah guru besar. writing this in yellow truck coffee, that had 2 customers on the 1st floor including me. tried banana milk. yall after trying to drink less sugar the beverage tasted super sweet. my headache just goes away. sugar is magic but unhealthy whyyyyy.

15 - igd siang with indah. This body sure is frail. Did cbd with dr afifah AND rescheduled pleno. Rip mobile data i have to use for hotspot.

16 - ok today. Inserted goedel and did bagging. I bagged the patient the wrong way at first (too much). Thankfully the nurses were kind and taught us a lot :) watched some bts content. I feel like after reading househusband my tiktok page is now immensely funnier. Dalbang is also hilarious as always. Put on ginseng sheet mask (smells quite strong)

17 - bangsal. snacked on fried chicken. matcha latte starbucks (turns out its quite full here) and liqo about keeping our tongues in check

18 - arrived at icu. And then opened line. Turns out hadin's swab is positive, so agung kak iman and me have to isolate and swab. So i went back. Ordered kanayam chicken and fish and tempe. Nasi liwet tasted goood damn. Sleptt in the afternoon. Pleno at 4 pm (entered the room 4:30). Had no motivation to do anything. Azkia is getting married! Spent 20 mins formulating words to congratulate her lmaoo

19 - osce simulation, kak nanu was so kind and encouraging. Did try out solid. Lunch is fish bite pasta with melted cheese (cause i had to reach the minimum amount for promo). It got cold so its not that good (pairing it with self made mentai sauce, mixing the mayo and chili, is way much better). Jogged in ui (and searched for wifi). Approached by someone selling haraus coffee (25k), saying that some earnings will be for charity. Its basically sweet. Can barely taste the coffee.

20 - had kanayam for lunch (brekkie is almost always muesli lately). The nasi liwet tasted much better the first time. Walked to yellow truck coffee in the pouring rain. Got banana milk. Saw webinar ksk (electrolyte correction and dr nadhira talkshow). What i got from it is that, dr nadhira is a different person from the first place. Shes visionary, knows what she want and not afraid to reach it. The mindset is different. Even if i try as hard as her, her propensity to growth is different. Cicil ukmppd. Try out with fianti (got 72/100). Talked for an hour about love and marriage and engagements (there are so much of it lately)

21 - leftover kanayam for brekkie, also ate roti salman in cikini st. swab today (met kris, nessa and others). muesli for lunch. i thought my body felt a bit warm, so i decided to find sumn to eat. tried kedai abu bakar’s spaghetti brulee. its okay. maybe because its not too cheesy or meaty, mainly bechamel sauce. the one pupuy made is much tastier. finished the whole 10x20 portion in 2 eating sesh. cicil ukmppd @ bed in the evening (somehow felt refreshed enough to be able to concentrate in bed)

22 - went early to icu to put dops form. lugina for early lunch. i feel like my metabolism is faster? or my body is not so much in calorie deficit mode anymore and it got greedier lmao i used to just ignore hunger but not now, for health. starbiiies tumbler day. ordered black tea latte with non fat milk and vanilla syrup (because raspberry syrup is no more). did cbd geri ppt.

23 - finally knew the swab result bcs kak iman asked kak farras. thankfully negative. igd with jordi. quite a few chances to do iv line, but i failed 2 times. managed to do iv injection to insert 2 drugs. saw the worst cpr ive ever seen in my life. its too slow, with maximal interruption. fish bite for lunch. wasted the rest of my day

24 - originally intended to run but i cant bring myself out of bed. packed up my stuff. picked up by mom. got the paper result of swab, got ksk from kelvyn @ capitol. can finally drink self-made matcha latte again, but it tasted horrible. i know cy matcha doesnt have that much going on, but even this is low even for them. previously i was starting to get used to the grassy smell.

25 - my lil bro remarked “maybe shes depressed because she doesnt have her chair”. fuck yall. this “depression” that im in is caused by this very place and the people. and im supposed to still muster the strength to study for ukmppd AND get my face together for solid book photoshoot. that shit is too much. this is why the money that goes to cafe, and the bike ride there is worth it for my sanity. after showering, things felt a bit better. had absolutely no will to study today. ate muesli with a bit of matcha latte.

26 - muesli for breakfast. matcha latte is lyfff ive probably said this before but it ~somehow~ makes me feel normal and not in a slump. like im a regular person. with normal moods. and not wanting to sleep all the time. i try to do ukmppd exercises but the pace is so fucking slow, bcs im distracted by get rich haha,,,. the latest potn update (64) is omgggg the mixed feelings? love? hate? anger? everything and nothing? the ~tension and passion~? im obsessed. watched a ton of bts content today and yesterday lmao.

27 - nasi kebuli for brekkie. went to flavola, im the first customer lmao. tried kopi susu coklat, tasted quite close enough to janjiw’s kopi soklat. had the same ~improved mood and concentration~ effect. tried to read ksk. bought milky banana 1L from puyo to give dajen (its his bday yesterday) (i feel prompted (?) to gift people when theyve given a present to me) (because my love lang is not gift giving at all so i barely think abt gifts lmao). talked with sum 33 ipa guys @ dajens house. yay appropriate amount of social battery charging. tryout with fianti, padi this time. got 67/100.

28 - ate muesli with matcha latte after breakfast. cicil ukmppd. Listened to yoongi's vlive until i fell asleep lol. 2 burger and salad for dinner. omggg hansol revealed his gf.

29 - spent half of my day tidying up the mess that is my room. figured out what to wear for solid book photoshoot with fianti, ara. matcha latte terosss. phd for dinner.

30 - breakfast is muesli with cimory choco hazelnut. mom made matcha chocolate brownies. tryna study. slow pace terosss. read some padi materials. dalbang.

31 - bought vsoy low sugar and multigrain. moved my body a bit to youtube videos. showered. felt better. it also rained (which i love). the pleasant mood only lasted til the evening. did nothing from 7pm even though im not sleepy. cant tell when did i start to sleep

and just like that, 2020 kkeut. its sad to say i dont rly remember much remarkable things this year. other than the trip and memories with minor rotation friends. i just remember wasting my life away in my house. i guess that’s the danger of living a monotone life. sometimes you gotta invest some time to have fun, to have motivation to live on and do things. not doing this makes it difficult to live day by day. and friends. meeting friends, seeing new stuff. that helps me live.

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wrenarrior · 5 years ago

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Trigger

I still remember the day everything changed between us. The leaves in the trees had just begun their slow transformation from a dark green to vibrant shades of red and orange. The weather had also been getting colder, forcing me to trade in my shorts for jeans and my t-shirts for sweaters.

A new school year was right on the verge of starting. Soon, I, along with my best friend, Travis would be seniors at Lakeview High. Unlike all the shitty school years that came before us, this one felt different. For once in my life, the light at the end of the tunnel was finally visible.

Just like every single day this past summer, I woke up to a phone call from Travis. It took me a while to rub the sleep out of my eyes before I reached over to grab the cell phone resting on my side table. By that time, it stopped ringing, but just like clockwork, he called yet again.

This time, I picked up right away.

“Matthew, are you awake?” His voice was barely above a whisper, and I couldn’t detect any emotion in his words at all. If it had been anyone but Travis, I would’ve been worried. But over the years, I’ve learned that this was just his normal way of speaking. “I have a brilliant idea.”

“I am now.” With the phone still held to my ear with my right hand, I pulled the sheets off of me with my left hand. “What’s the brilliant idea this time?” Then I slowly lifted myself out of bed. I had gotten so used to his wild ideas that I was sure nothing could surprise me, but I was wrong.

“We should kill ourselves today.” His breathing grew rapidly, almost as if he was excited by the prospect. “Remember that old mall to the west side of town? It’s set to be destroyed at 3pm today. If we sneak in without anyone seeing us, we’ll end up being obliterated with the building.”

If he had asked me this question last week, I probably would’ve agreed to go with him. Hell, if he asked me yesterday, I would have agreed. That morning, though, I couldn’t find it within myself to go with him. Death wasn’t something I wanted anymore. I wanted to... live.

Detecting my silence, Travis prodded, “C’mon, Matthew, imagine how awesome it’ll be to have our brains explode. It’ll be like all those epic videogames except it’ll actually happen to us.”

Taking a deep breath, I responded, surprising myself with what I said, “Travis, I think that idea is absolute bullshit. And if you plan to go ahead with it, I will not hesitate to call the cops on you.”

“What happened to you? You used to be different.” He paused. “Maybe I should come over so we can talk. I’m really worried about you. Normally, you would’ve agreed in a heartbeat.”

I bit my lip, considering it. My father had already left for work that morning, which left me at the house all alone, so inviting him over couldn’t be too bad, right? “Sure, Travis, come over here.”

✖ ✖ ✖

As soon as Travis entered my bedroom, his eyes landed on the letter sitting on my desk. “Ew. Gross. Don’t tell me you actually read the letters the school sends out about registration.”

Glancing over at my desk covered with papers, I internally cringed. It wasn’t normally like me to leave my room a mess, but last night, I had been so preoccupied with planning out my senior year. And now, without realizing my mistake, I led myself to a very awkward conversation.

With a prominent frown on his face, Travis walked towards my bed and sat down. “Matthew, you know that you can tell me anything, right?” He paused. “Tell me what’s happening to you, then.”

I took a deep breath, wishing for my world to pause for just a brief moment so I could gather my thoughts. Even though the air was completely still, I could feel the suffocation closing in on me. The pressure to provide an answer was so prominent, so tangible, that I couldn’t help but scream.

Travis stared straight ahead at me. His eyes were not widened like I expected. A small smile played across his lips, almost as if he was amused by all of this, amused by me and how I reacted. At that moment, I could feel pure hatred for him bubbling through my veins.

Breaking the silence, Travis said, “Please, Matthew, just tell me already.”

I could tell his patience was wearing thin by now. In the time that I’ve known him, Travis had never been a patient person. Between his early morning phone calls and his habitual daily routine, I knew just how much he hated it when he had to wait a minute longer than necessary.

With his gaze still focused so deeply on me, I felt tears form in my eyes. He was placing so much pressure on me to speak that I found it nearly impossible to find the right words to say. It took almost all of my willpower to open my mouth, and before I could even talk, I closed my eyes.

“Travis, I— I don’t think it would be good if we continued our friendship.”

After the words left my mouth, I opened my eyes to gauge Travis’s reaction. He continued to stare at me with that look of half-amusement and half-boredom that drove me insane. It was almost like my words had no effect on him, and there was a part of me that hated him for that.

If I hadn’t been so afraid of the consequences, I would have strangled every last breath out of his body just so I could watch the life leave his eyes. He had taken so much of my life from me and now that I was starting to grow away from him, he didn’t seem to care even a little bit.

Yet… no matter what, he was my first close friend. Someone that I had given all my deepest secrets to. Someone that never judged me even when my thoughts got too dark. Someone that wanted to kill themselves with me. Someone that knew how it felt to be so lost. So hopeless.

So… utterly alone.

When I realized that Travis was the only true friend I had, I suddenly wished I could eat words, so I’d be able to take back what I just said, but it was too late. His expression remained unchanged, and he continued to stare at me, making me feel like my sanity was melting away.

Just when I thought I would suffocate from all the pressure closing in on me, something happened. Travis stood up slowly from my bed, allowing his eyes to glance down at the phone he clenched tightly in his left hand. Then, without another word, he walked out of my room.

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Shaking my head from my reverie, I turn my attention back to the wide, open football field where my graduating class stood in rows, awaiting the distribution of their diplomas. The corners of my lips lift up in a grateful smile, proud of how far I had come since I last spoke to Travis.

At first, I found it hard to distance myself from him. Everything in my life up to that point reminded me of him, but over time, I changed. I really changed. The biggest changes happened after I sought professional help, and thanks to my therapist, I was able to be more positive.

Thanks to all the hard work I put into making my life better, I finally have a future. I, Matthew Abbot, have a future. One where I could go far in life and prosper. A future that did not include sneaking into a building to kill myself. A future where I could be alive and… happy.

If someone last year told me that I’d feel this great at graduation, I would find it really hard to believe them. But now, living that moment, it feels like all my dreams were finally coming true.

“Matthew Abbot.”

A surge of excitement runs through my veins when I hear my name being called. Continuing in the orderly fashion, I carefully make my way up onto the stage where I grab the hand of my principal, shaking it with one hand while he hands me my diploma with his other hand.

We both pause to take a picture, sealing the memory away forever.

But instead of facing the photographer, I find myself staring at Travis. Just like the other seniors, he is wearing a navy blue and white robe, but unlike them, he has a gun in his hand. There’s a harsh look to his eyes, making him seem almost maniacal. I hold my breath, too scared to move.

Time slows down, allowing me to study Travis’s expression. His eyes tell me nothing, but his lips lift up in a satisfied half-smirk, and for the first time in a long time, he seems happy. Instead of feeling happy for him, a sick feeling permeates throughout my stomach, making me nauseous.

Before I have the chance to scream for help, Travis points the gun at me and pulls the trigger.

[June 2017]

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niall-is-my-dream · 6 years ago

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Songbird - Part One

“When Erin decides to perform one of her favourite songs at a bar, she didn’t expect one of the singers, Niall Horan, to be in the audience. What started as an appreciation for her cover quickly turns into more than either bargained for.”

(Previously known as Fools Gold, this fic has been edited, reworked and finally finished!)

Thanks to @angryniall for being an amazing beta!

As always let me know what you think.

Em x

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Niall's POV

You really hadn't wanted to go out last Friday night, you'd barely gotten over your jet lag and would have preferred to lie on the sofa watching golf. However the lads said it was going to be a quiet one, at a place with live music and that they weren't going to be late back.

You were immediately pleased with your decision to go out when this absolutely beautiful girl stepped out on stage and started singing. When she reached her final song you couldn't believe it when she sat with her guitar and sung Fools Gold. A song you'd helped write and had performed on your recent tour. You quickly started filming her, she played it well.

God was there anything better than seeing an absolutely stunning girl sitting with just a guitar and singing one of your songs.

You'd clapped when she had finished, watching her pack away her guitar, before walking off towards the bar, talking to a few people along the way. She stopped by a lad at the bar and he brought her a pint of Guinness.

She was perfect.

Was that lad her boyfriend?

She hadn't kissed him when she greeted him and she'd not sat down with him. Instead she was sat next to another couple.

"Hey Nialler, it's rude to stare!" Deo had said laughing.

"What?! Wasn't staring at anything, just looking around." You'd replied.

"She sang your song well didn't she?" Willie had said, when he realised where you'd been looking.

"Yeah, really well, was going to send it to the lads."

"Maybe go over and ask her permission before you do that?"

"Yeah, maybe." You'd nervously replied.

"Have another drink for courage mate!" He'd laughed.

And you had.

Then ten minutes later when she'd gone back to the bar, you'd looked over catching her friends eye and decided to go talk to her.

She was even better in person. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled when she spoke. You couldn't believe it when she said she'd been to your London gig, and that she liked it. She was a fan but not a crazy stalker one who waits outside tv studios for you, she was a fan who listened to your music, really listened and then learnt how to play it.

Now you were sat here, phone in hand having just received the lads response to the video recording of her singing Fools Gold. They'd loved it and said she was brilliant.

You wanted to message her, but nerves had engulfed you. It had been 5 days since you'd seen her. Had you left it too long to message? You did say you'd message once you'd heard from them all.

God why was this so hard?

You'd messaged girls before. But there was something about Erin, you hadn't stopped thinking about her.

After writing and deleting a message about ten times, you settled on keeping it simple.

"Hi Erin, the boys loved seeing the video I sent them. Hope you're ok and work isn't too busy. Niall x"

Was the kiss at the end too much?

Placing your phone next to you on the sofa and letting out a massive sigh, you browsed through the sports channels. A long and tense hour later and your phone vibrated beside you.

"Hi Niall, it's good to hear from you, glad they liked it and didn't think I was an idiot! Work isn't too busy actually, doing a few night shifts right up until Xmas eve. Hope you're enjoying your time off. Erin x"

She had put a kiss at the end. You smiled at the sight of it.

Not wanting to sound too eager to maybe spend some time with her, but not being able to help being direct, you replied with.

"Are you working over Xmas? I'm off now for a few weeks until end of January. Going home to ireland on the 23rd till the 28th. Looking forward to eating loads of my mother's cooking! X"

"Nothing better than your mother's cooking is there? I'm in on Xmas eve on the night shift till 7am then I'll go to my parents and sleep off the shift and probably stuff my face with my mother's Xmas dinner. Back in 7am on the 28th."

You let out a laugh at her reply.

"Ha! Stuff your face! Think I'll be the same, my mother always cooks like there's 50 people coming when in reality it's normally about 10 of us. Where do your parents live?"

"Not far only in Bishops Stortford in Hertfordshire. My dad will drive and pick me up as I don't have a car, don't find I need one much."

"I sold my car a while ago as I just wasn't using it, I've just been away for 7 weeks so it would have just sat unused that whole time. I tend to use the tube or borrow my cousins car who I live with."

"The tube?! That's brave! Do girls follow you around when they spot you?"

"Not really recognised much, you know what people are like on the tube they don't even look at each other!"

"Ha! I suppose! I just get on and look at my phone then hear my stop and get off."

"Londoners aren't exactly the most social on the tube!"

"No they're not! So you live with your cousin then?"

"Yeah, he moved to London around the same time I did so we decided to live together. He's one of my best friends so we spend a lot of time together. Makes sense that we live together any way, he can keep an eye on the place when I'm not here. Do you live with anyone?"

Did she have a boyfriend? You weren't sure you were ready to ask her outright yet.

"No, just moved out from a house share to a place of my own, managed to buy a place. Just a little one bed flat, but its good to be on my own. Hated sharing with my friends, they're so fucking noisy! I'm loving the peace and quiet."

"Congrats on getting your own place. Luckily my cousin is pretty quiet. No wild parties here!"

"Sure there isnt! I'm sorry Niall but I've got to go to work now, got to go deliver some babies! Maybe chat again? X"

"That's ok Petal, you go deliver those babies! And yes, I would love to chat again, message me soon xxxx"

You sat back further on the sofa, placing your phone beside you again. Had you sounded a bit desperate with your last message? Was 4 kisses at the end too much?

Oh god what had got into you!

"You ok Niall?" Willie asked, as he walked into the living room.

"Yeah, just text that girl from Friday."

"Oh yeah, what did you say?"

"Just chatted a bit, she's got to go to work now, night shift at a hospital." You said with a sigh.

"Sounds like you like her?!" He smirked.

"I do, she's different from other girls, don't know how. Just something about her."

"She got a boyfriend?"

"Don't know I didn't ask, didn't want to seem pushy. She said she'd message me soon when she's not working, I'll ask her then."

You both sat and chatted with each other for a bit, having a couple of beers before you both went to bed.

The next morning you woke up to a message.

"Hey Niall I hope this message doesn't wake you up, downside of a 1am break! Was really great talking to you earlier, sorry I had to cut it short and head to work. Hope we can talk again soon. Erin Xxxx"

A smile spread across your face, you looked at your clock it was 7:30am not normally a time you'd be up but jetlag had messed with your sleep schedule. She'd be on her way home now you thought.

"Was great to wake up to your message, hope you had a good night at work. Text when you wake up later would love to talk more xxxx"

You couldn't wait till later.

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Erin's POV

You smiled as you sat on the tube home, reading Niall's message. You'd replied straight away.

"Work was hectic lots of babies! Can't wait to sleep, will message later, have a good day xxxx"

You had managed to get through the night shift at work without daydreaming of Niall. You'd not mentioned your texts to anyone, especially not Kathy. She was the one you'd been to the concert with. Her daughter Lyla was a massive fan, so she had brought 4 tickets and invited you and one of Lyla's school friends to go. If she knew you'd met him, and had been texting him she would freak out. She was a good friend, but you weren't ready to share this secret with anyone just yet.

You climbed into bed at 8am and set your alarm for 3pm. You were on another night shift tonight so you knew you'd need at least 7 hours sleep in preparation for another 12 hour night.

Your shifts weren't too bad. You normally did two 12 hour night shifts a week and two 8 hour day ones. You'd picked up a few extra longer shifts the last two weeks, as you'd got a few days off over Christmas, so wanted to help out before hand.

You fell asleep almost instantly, thoughts of Niall swimming in your head.

Your alarm woke you from your slumber. Your first thought was Niall. When you'd had been texting yesterday before work the conversation had been easy. You text him straight away, hoping you'd be able to chat before you went into work later.

"Hey I'm awake now if you're free to chat? X"

He replied within minutes.

"Afternoon Erin. You sleep well? X"

"Yeah, not too bad. Got 7 hours. Just about to get some food. Got to leave by 6pm to get to work again."

"Ah that sucks, was hoping we could hang out sometime before I go back to Ireland. I'm busy tomorrow and then I'm flying the day after that. Unless you have a boyfriend and can't?"

He's asking about a boyfriend.

Do not freak out!

"Yeah I'm sorry, I'm now regretting signing up for extra shifts! Maybe when you're back? And no I don't have a boyfriend."

"Definitely, there's always texting and maybe face time over Xmas?"

Oh my god!

He wants to face time.

Fuck!

Be cool!

"I'd like that. How was your day?"

"Did some last minute shopping and then wrapped some of it. Have left it till the last minute again!"

"Well you have been busy touring! Bet the shops were packed!"

"They were and I got spotted a few times which delayed it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind having pictures with fans, but I just wanted to get in and get out today! Currently lounging on the sofa again!"

Then he sent an absolutely gorgeous selfie of himself lying on his sofa. He looked unreal. You could feel your body heating up from just that one photo.

"God that sofa looks comfy!" You replied cheekily.

"It is, just a shame you have to go to work. There's a space here for you next to me."

Your heart was beating so fast in your chest at this point that you thought it might explode.

"Hey! don't tease!"

You were thoroughly enjoying this carefree flirting you had going on.

"Ha! Sorry! What you cooking then?"

"Oh it's very exciting!" You replied as you took a picture of your stir fry.

"Looks good. You'll have to let me come over and cook for you some time. X"

"That's a deal! X"

The text messages just kept bouncing back and forth, until you were putting your stuff in your locker at work. You took a selfie of yourself in your scrubs and sent it to him.

"Got to go now, babies to deliver. X"

"Never seen anyone look so sexy in scrubs before! X"

"Piss take! X"

"Ha! No seriously you look beautiful Erin, hope work goes ok. 😘"

He had ended your messages with a kiss emoji. You internally squealed, the smile you had on your face was definitely not going away.

Another shift ended and you got your stuff from your locker to find he had messaged you again. You'd not had much chance to stop for a break so hadn't checked your phone in 12 hours. But there it was, a single message from Niall that definitely brightened up your morning.

"Hey I guess when you read this it will be morning. So good morning, hope work was ok. Can't wait to chat later, keep looking at your picture. I'm doing work stuff today but can reply. Can't wait to hear from you. X"

Honestly this whole texting thing was surreal. You replied, deciding to be cheeky and add the kiss emoji on the end like he had done last night.

"Morning Niall, hope you slept well, can't wait to sleep, my feet hurt! I will send you a much better picture than my scrubs one, I promise. 😘 Will message later x"

Jumping on the tube with all the early commuters on their way to work, you couldn't wait to get home. Work was about a 45 minutes trip and you soon made it back to your flat. After a quick shower to freshen up you threw on some cosy pyjamas and climbed into bed.

You didn't sleep long as you were not working that night and were on a day shift the next day. Niall had said he was working, but you text him just after 1pm when you woke up. It felt weird to be texting him like this when you had only just met. The messages had gotten quite flirty, and as much as you loved it you weren't expecting it to materialise into anything. This was Niall Horan for fucks sake, why would he want you?

This was only a bit of fun and you needed to remember that.

You messaged him saying hi and that you had just woken up and were about to take a shower, needing to wash your hair ready for this evening. By the time he messaged back, you had dressed in jeans and a long sleeve cotton top and dried your hair.

"Hey you, sorry only just replying I was in an interview. How was your sleep? You working tonight? X"

"Its ok, how was your interview? No I'm off tonight but back in tomorrow at 9am. I have a works thing tonight in Camden tonight, going to The Colonel Fawcett as they do loads of awesome gins, but won't be drinking much. X"

"Sounds fun, I'm catching up with some friends for a Christmas drink tonight to. Interview was ok, it was for a golf thing I'm going to next month. X"

"Golf? You play?"

"Yeah love it, it's not a boring old man's game!"

"Never said it was!"

"Ha! Most people think it is! So have you told anyone that we've been messaging?"

"No, I haven't"

"What no one?"

"No, I thought you'd prefer the discretion, plus no need for me to tell anyone. Have you?"

"Just my cousin, he was the one who encouraged me to come and talk to you."

"You weren't going to come over?"

"No, was too nervous, but he said I should probably ask your permission to send the boys the video of you, and may have given me a gentle nudge in your direction!"

So the nervousness he had shown when he was talking to you had been real. He was so sweet, you really felt like you had got to know him over the last few days. The real him, not the one standing up on stage in front of thousands of people. You didn't hesitate with your reply.

"Ha! Well I'm glad he did, I really enjoy talking to you. X"

"Me to. I have another interview now so I'll message you in a bit. X"

He did message you back, 45 mins later as you were cleaning up your flat and sorting through Christmas presents. You'd started to sort out your bag to take home with you too. Your dad was going to come here for your stuff and then collect you from work early Christmas morning.

You began messaging back and forth again, this time getting more and more flirty. He practically begged you for a picture when you were ready to go out and you asked for one in return. You'd smiled and bit your lip nervously as you took it. Your fitted black knee length skirt hugged your curves well and you'd teamed it with black heels and a dark blue floaty top. Your naturally curly red hair was tucked over one shoulder.

He replied straight away and caused an instant blush on your cheeks.

"Wow, you look fucking amazing!"

"Ha! Thanks, now where's my picture???!!!"

He sent one to you, he was wearing his trademark dark blue jeans and a white long sleeve cotton v neck top, a little bit of chest hair visible. God you wanted to run your fingers through it. He'd styled his hair with a high flick and was doing his smouldering look.

"Ooohhh hello! Where's the smile Horan?!"

A minute later. He sent the same picture but this time he was smiling.

"Much better! Although I do love that smouldering look! 😉"

"Ha! Don't be cheeky! Seriously you look beautiful, don't go getting anyone's number and making me jealous!"

Interesting??!!!

"Oh really that's not allowed? Well make sure you don't get anyone's tonight either!"

"No it's not! Don't want to share you with anyone. X"

"Don't want to share you either. X"

This time you didn't bother to hide your squeal and the sound of it echoed around your small bedroom.

This made you happy to know that he wasn't seeing anyone else and that he didn't want you to either. You still didn't know what to expect from him. You'd only met him face to face once, and that was for literally less than ten minutes. This texting was getting crazy. You really needed to see him. You'd have to wait till after Christmas since he was away and you were working and away to.

Thanks for reading!I

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HERO’S SOUP: Chapter 10 (Special)

-Woojin’s Daily Life

Waking up to muffled screams and laughter was an everyday routine for Woojin, more like it was his alarm clock. The same scene every day, although different members change ‘roles’. Will he ever get tired of Jisung screaming while running around the house, Seungmin experimenting on Hyunjin just for the hell of it, Minho admiring himself non-stop in front of the whole-body mirror, Changbin and Felix singing loudly and out-of-tune while dancing like idiots? No. Not really. He would actually be worried if he woke up with the whole mansion being quiet as a mouse. That’s when he can tell something is wrong.

Woojin would sit up from his bed, staring blankly at the door, breaking into a smile as he heard Jisung singing on top of his lungs. Pushing himself out of bed, he would stretch his asleep muscles, fixing his clothes right after.

The wolves would simmer down a bit, sensing the alpha was awake. But eventually they would go back to their rowdy selves. With quiet steps, Woojin descends from his room, walking straight to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He would gulp down the whole bottle before crushing the container and recycling it.

“Where’s Felix?” Woojin looked around the living room, sensing the missing fox. “He went out for a while,” Seungmin replied, not batting an eye at the alpha. Woojin was used to Seungmin by now, he was a bit ill-tempered, but he knows the witch doesn’t mean any harm, plus he has a soft spot for Jeongin. “Any reason at all?” He sat beside Hyunjin, putting a hand on his beta’s thigh. “He said he needed inspiration for writing lyrics.” Seungmin continued, shrugging his shoulders, closing his eyes to practice a spell. Hyunjin leans on Woojin’s shoulder, cuddling the alpha. Woojin smiles, Hyunjin was always so warm it made him feel at home.

“Why are you guys still here? Don’t you have to work?” Woojin turns his head towards the small whiteboard on the wall near the kitchen, reading clearly the schedules of every member of the house. “Jisung? Changbin?”

Jisung and Changbin whose eyes are glued to the tv screen, aggressive button smashing on the controllers on their hands, paused the game. Both looking at the alpha. “We finished up everything yesterday to free up some time today.” Jisung nods, agreeing to what Changbin said. Woojin cocks an eyebrow at them. Jisung speaks up, not needing a word from the alpha. “It’s been a tiring week, and Changbin’s gonna go find a place for his shop.”

Woojin nods, running a hand through his soft locks. Feeling two pairs of eyes on his face, Woojin turns his head, nodding his head at the two wolves. They were waiting for his approval so they could go back on the game they’re clearly losing. Cute. He smiles softly, putting an arm around Hyunjin who was now stuck to his side like a koala. “How ‘bout my Jinnie~ do you have work today?” feeling the wolf shake his head, Woojin hums. “I checked your schedule last night, looks like you’re free today too.” again he felt Hyunjin shake his head, but now up and down.

He chuckles deeply, eyes finding Seungmin, the witch who has been transformed. Hair ash white and eyes are a deep shade of violet. “My only class is at 3pm, I’ll be home by 10pm. Don’t wait for me please.” but Woojin ignored his request. He would always wait for Seungmin to come home, on the first night the witch threw a hex at him, he dodged it but the sofa was turned into a rabbit (which they now keep). Seungmin was startled, of course, he got home at around 3am because of council work, dead tired entering the house and seeing a whole ass man magically appearing in front of him (he just didn’t notice the alpha because he was exhausted as hell). Who wouldn’t be shocked?

“Okay.” Seungmin knew his last words were given dirt by Woojin, so he went back to his summoning.

After spending time with the boys in the living room, he would walk to the kitchen and start cooking breakfast for the hungry kids. He wasn’t the best cook; they usually order takeout if they’re lazy but Woojin still tries his best to give the boys a not-so-healthy but full-of-love meal. “Boys, breakfast.” In a blink of an eye, the remaining people in the house gather around the dining table. The bickering never stops. “Where’s Chan?” Hyunjin asks before shoving a spoonful of scrambled eggs down his throat. “He left at around 4am.” Woojin recalls being jerked out of his slumber as he feels Chan’s presence vanishing. The vampire materializes in front of him, “Germany.” and with that Chan was gone.

“I really don’t know how you understand that old dude.” Changbin stated. Jisung who was looking at Changbin beside him nods before locking eyes with the alpha. “Chan is so vague.” Woojin grins. “You guys know Chan, he’s like that.”

“Wait, what does he mean by Germany?” Seungmin, who was itching to ask about it finally spoke. “He went to Germany to buy some antiques for his shop.” Minho replied. Seungmin was overwhelmed by how much the non-human beings around him knew the vampire. Even more than him. “He’ll be back tomorrow.” Woojin reassures them.

After breakfast, he would leave the dishes to Minho and Jisung. Usually Changbin does the dishes but something came up and he had to meet the real estate manager early. Jisung will catch up once he’s done. “I’ll be leaving for the cafe.” with half-assed goodbyes, Woojin drives out of the garage into the bumpy road. He turns on the radio, humming unconsciously along with whatever song comes up.

“Good Morning.” He greets the staff with his usual toothy smile, turning his head towards the customers and giving them a smile. “Good Morning to you guys also.” Johnny walks up to the boss, putting a hand around his shoulder as he teases him. “Boss is so handsome kya~” Woojin giggles, shoving the taller one away from him. “Idiot.”

“Where’s Jungwoo?” Woojin walks around the counter, checking the machines and pastries along the way. “He’s in the back, fetching some whipped cream.” Woojin opened the cabinet for all the whipped cream cans, it was empty. He then proceeds to the computer they use for stocks and sales. “I already ordered what we need, boss.”

“Wasn’t gonna ask that because I already know you did.” Johnny grins at Woojin’s words, he turns to his heel and disappears inside the kitchen. Woojin proceeds to stand beside Jaehyun who was minding the counter, after handing the customer the buzzer (used for when the order is done) he turns to the boss. “Hey.”

“You alright?” Jaehyun smiles sadly, he knows he can’t hide anything from Woojin. With a sigh, he crosses his arms, looking at Woojin through his lashes. “My mom wants me to go back to the States,” the bell chimes as a customer walks out into the busy street. Jaehyun relaxes upon seeing Woojin’s reassuring smile. “She said she found a job for me there; the benefits were great, and they would provide my housing-”

“Then why are you hesitating?”

“I’m not. I just don’t want to go back.” Woojin felt Jaehyun’s searing stare in his own eyes. The guy was telling the truth. Woojin puts a hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder, “Whatever you want to do. I will support you, okay?”

Woojin genuinely does. He supported Jaehyun ever since they met. The trainee life weighed on him too much, but Woojin was always there to cheer him up, to keep him going. Even Johnny was thankful for the alpha, even though none of the staff knew about his real identity.

“I know you will. Thanks, man.”

“Johnny, tell the boys I left early. I ordered some pizza so be sure to give them their share!” pulling on his trench coat, Woojin bid his last goodbye before circling his car. Opening the door to the driver's seat, one particular person standing in the corner caught his eye. His long stature leaning against the wall, soft light brown locks falling perfectly right above his eyes. Those dark orbs snapped at Woojin’s direction making contact with the alpha’s. With a smirk, he threw his cigarette on the pavement, crushing it with his black dress shoes. At this moment, Woojin noticed the guy’s overall look.

His face was perfectly framed by the black turtleneck underneath his black overcoat. His skinny-fit black jeans look like they’re about to burst because of his muscular thighs.

“Yuta.”

“Woojin.”

The air around them became suffocating, you can feel the extreme aura radiating from both men. Their eyes are not blinking at all. Woojin turns, body fully facing the man. With simultaneous steps they fell into each other’s arms, laughing almost maniacally. “Where the fuck have you been, you dumbass!” Woojin pulls away, locking his arm around Yuta’s neck, caging him in his armpit. With his extra hand, he roughly ruffles the man’s hair, both laughing in glee.

“Hey! Come on man! I spent an hour fixing my hair.” Yuta struggles on pulling Woojin’s muscular arm around his neck, he wasn’t suffocating at all, but seeing the blatant stares coming from strangers walking by, plus the customers coming in and out of the cafe, he had, by all means, to be embarrassed. However, knowing Woojin, he can never win against the man. Woojin was obviously ten-fold stronger than him. “Woojin, you do know I’m older than you.”

“The elder acknowledged me first.” with a smug look on his face, Woojin lets go of Yuta. “Really? You’re still bringing that up? Fuck you.” keys jingling in the air, out of reflex, Yuta caught it right in time. The frown on his face grew much darker. “You drive. Let’s go back to the mansion. You disappeared suddenly last week; the boys were worried.” Yuta snickered, puffing out air from his cheeks as he eyes Woojin walking towards the shotgun seat.

“Why are you like this?” the car door shut twice, both pulling on their seatbelts securely. With a chuckle, Woojin shifted comfortably on his seat as Yuta pulled out the driveway. “What do you mean?”

Sneering, Yuta slowly puts pressure on the brake with his foot, yanking the e-brake as the car stops. He glanced at the rear-view mirror, fixing his hair before turning to Woojin. The glare from the stoplight shining on both their faces. “You’re always bringing that up in every conversation we have.” Woojin only chuckled. “You’re really different.” Yuta releases the e-brake, drawing his eyes back on the road. He could feel Woojin’s curious gaze on his side profile. “You’re still the same idiot as before. But somehow, you’ve changed.”

“The boy who used to be so arrogant and mean, using his father’s position as leverage to look down on the other cubs and wolves. Carelessly causing trouble for the elderly just for the heck of it. Never relying on friends, because he says they’re all the same, they would all just leave him once they benefit from him. Only befriending him because he was the leader’s son.”

Woojin looked out the window, as much as he wanted to ignore the words Yuta was saying. He just couldn’t help but look back at his past. He was really quite an asshole back then. He only brought trouble for his family, not that they don’t mind. They were disappointed in him but had no other choice but to let every bad deed he did go through. He was the only heir, the only son. It was the only way for him not to rebel and completely run off from the pack. “Even after your whole pack got attacked,” Yuta was a distant relative, his family descended from Japan and they still reside there. Woojin sighed heavily, the blaring horns coming from cars behind him were all muffled by Yuta’s words.

“You still remained the same. Father and mother really thought that incident would change you,” Yuta parked the car in front of the mansion, turning off the engine as he glanced at Woojin. “But decades later, after we met in Japan. You changed drastically.” turning his head, Woojin’s eyes met Yuta’s. They stared at each other, as if they were trying to find answers in each other’s eyes. “What changed you? Who changed you? Hyunjin?” Yuta was partly true, Hyunjin did change him. Being the alpha, he had to protect Hyunjin, even if he wasn’t the beta.

But it wasn’t just Hyunjin.

Yuta knew. He knew right from the start who it was. “Woojin! You’re back early! Oh, is that Yuta?”

“Can you not shout for just one second, Jisung.”

“Well sorry. Minho. I’m not a cold ass bitch like you.”

“Yuta? Yuta’s back!”

“Dum dum, he was just here a week ago.”

“Changbin, I hate you.”

“I hate myself too, Hwang.”

“Where’s Seungmin and Felix?”

“They went to fetch Jeongin from school.”

“Oh! Jeongin’s coming over!! Yay!”

With one last fleeting smile, Woojin turned his back on Yuta. Walking briskly towards his family.

Yuta smiled in defeat, shoving his hands inside his pockets. Mumbling underneath the wind, “It wasn’t just one person.”

—Changbin and Jisung’s Daily Life (⅔ of that spicy sauce)

“Jisung, wake up. We need to go.”

“Five more minutes, Binnie.” sighing heavily Changbin sat on the edge of the bed. Five minutes ago, he was in Jisung’s current position. Sleeping soundly and not wanting to be bothered in his room, but apparently the alarm went off and he had responsibilities. Jisung groans, moving his lifeless body onto Changbin’s lap. With light and soft strokes, Changbin’s hand runs through Jisung’s fluffy locks. Out of all the boys, Jisung has the softest and fluffiest hair. Minho would come in second. He glances down at Jisung fondly, it’s been a while since the incident happened. Although Jisung seemed to be back to his normal state, Changbin can’t help but worry. Jisung is his best friend, they were both found and aided by Woojin and Hyunjin from different circumstances but both of them were scarred heavily, physically and mentally.

Ever since then, they were inseparable. And to add the fact that they both enjoy music; it made their fondness for each other grow deeper. It made them understand and express each other much clearer than before.

As much as he wants to lie back down on his own bed, or better yet cuddle with Jisung. Like he said, Changbin had responsibilities, and Jisung was part of it. The songs won’t write, compose and produce themselves. Changbin always thought of asking Seungmin if he had any spells that would work that way, but he was too afraid to ask. And Chan would probably tell him it was just a lame excuse to slack off and not do any actual work. “Ji. We have to work.” It took him 10 minutes to push Jisung out of his bed, dragging the wolf towards the bathroom to wash up.

Entering the living room, he was welcomed by Woojin who seemed surprised enough not to see them in their usual state. “We got home by 5am, I’m tired but otherwise okay. Ji had it rough yesterday. The artists won’t cooperate well and demand a lot of changes,” he sat down on the dining table, ushering a brief ‘thank you’ to Hyunjin who handed him a plateful. “You know Ji has a bad temper, and that shit stresses him the fuck out. I offered to help since I’m only handling the computer. But-“

“Knowing that dumbass, he wanted to do his task on his own.” Seungmin appeared beside him, pulling a chair on his side. Changbin handed him a glass of juice. “Thanks.” he nodded at the witch before proceeding to eat. Jisung comes down from his room after a while. Changbin waited for him to finish his meal and then they left in haste.

“Please tell me we’re not working with the same people as yesterday?” Jisung whined, taking a sip on his iced coffee as they sped across the city. The car came to a halt, Changbin glanced at the stoplight before turning to Jisung. “It’s just until today, Ji. Please just bear with it.” With his big eyes, Jisung stared at Changbin’s side profile as the man started driving again. Changbin didn’t say he hated it. But he knew for sure that the wolf was just as annoyed as him.

Changbin never really showed he was struggling. He never once complained even though he was having a hard time, he just stood there smiling. Even comforting the people who had it way better than him. Changbin may look dark and mysterious, but he’s a big softie. He always looked unapproachable and cold, but he’s actually the opposite. He always says he likes ‘dark’ but that’s only his preference in music.

Changbin cares and loves each and every one of the members equally. No questions asked.

“We finish it up early today, then we can go get some pasta. How about that?”

“Are you gonna pay?”

“Even if I say you pay or we split the bill, I always end up paying.”

“Because you’re older.”

“Only on our human birth certificates.”

“You love me.”

“No.” Changbin closes the car door, even though Jisung can be an annoying bitch, he still stops in front of their building, waiting for the younger one to come out. Joining him, they enter the place. Greeting the guard as they clamor in the lift. “Are they there already?” Changbin fished out his phone. “Nah, their manager said they’d be here around lunch.” Jisung heaves a sigh of relief, they had plenty of time to work on some stuff without someone yelling at their ears, feeling like they know everything about producing. Noticing a much larger hand grasp his own, Jisung looks up, his frown turning into a cheeky smile as he sees Changbin’s worried face. “I’m okay, Binnie. It’s just until today, like you said.” Changbin nods, knowing Jisung was telling the truth so he wouldn’t worry much.

Upon entering the studio, they get to work almost instantly. No words were exchanged as they set-up the equipment, making sure everything works perfectly. As Jisung and Changbin sat down in front of the computer, they turned into working mode. There was no fun and friendly aura between them. They conversed and acted professionally. “Come in.” twirling a pen in his hand, Jisung responded to the soft knock on their door. Both boys are not batting an eye on the clients. Jisung stands up and ushers them in, he didn’t have much of a choice either.

Changbin silently observed how Jisung’s face contorted into a somewhat casual smile. He almost scoffed because Jisung doesn’t know how to do that. The wolf was annoyed. Changbin could hear his thoughts and none of them were positive. As the clients settled in, they began demanding some changes again. Asking Jisung if this or that was possible. And Jisung responded with much gusto. Changbin grinned. No matter how rude and arrogant the people they work with are, Jisung really loves music. When he starts talking about music-related stuff, you can’t help but stop and stare in awe. ‘He’s a genius.’ Chan once said. And he was right. Jisung is an amazing person. His past may be dark and cruel but that never affected his passion for music. Not even one bit.

As their eyes found each other, both boys broke into a small smile. Turning back to what they have been doing, Changbin rearranging pieces on the computer and Jisung hearing out the concerns of the artists.

“Let’s make music!”

—Minho and Felix’s Daily Life (Dance idiots, I mean, prodigies)

“Lix, are you coming with me tonight?”

“Hongdae?”

“Yeah. I kinda miss it.”

“Sure. Let’s get ready then.”

Dusk fell upon the mansion. The orange gradient looked like a painting as Felix stared outside, waiting for Minho to pull up beside him. “Get in you idiot.” Felix pouted. Minho always ruined the mood. “You’re such a bitch.” he ranted, as he slid in the shotgun seat, Minho flashes him a smirk. “Thanks, I know. Now put on your seatbelt.” he did what he was told. Minho might come out as bossy (well he is), but he just lowkey cares for his friends’ safety. “Aren’t we a bit too early?”

Felix glances at Minho, ah. This man’s side profile will always be so fucking amazing. “Let’s stop by Changbin and Jisung’s building. They might have a vacant dance room we can use for rehearsal.” Felix smiled, responding with a deep ‘yeah’.

Minho is just usually at home or hanging out with the boys at their workplaces. Busking was just some sort of a hobby for him, he wanted to try it and he did. He then got hooked by the feeling of performing in front of others. Sure, scouts came up here and there, but he was just content with what he was doing. Being an idol is on a whole different level. He lowkey hates it because he might not have enough time to spend with his new family, and when he says ‘spending time’ it means he just teases and annoys every member on a daily basis. Especially Jisung. They’re always seen sticking to each other like glue at the mansion. Jisung was always fun to tease according to Minho. The wolf gets mad, and when Jisung gets annoyed, he looks so adorable. Making Minho tease him more.

Felix on the other hand was getting busy. Like now, he gets invited by Minho to go busking. They were originally partners in crime. Felix moved to Seoul with Chan a bit earlier than Minho. They met the same day as Minho came from Japan with Chan. And they just decided to get an apartment somewhere in Seoul and live together. The only past time they had was visiting Chan at the shop and well, busking. But after moving in with the rest of the pack, Felix has gotten busier. He mostly works with Jisung and Changbin at the studio. Offering all the help he can. Writing songs and sometimes producing music. The two wolves helped him a lot and he was forever grateful for everyone in the mansion for treating him like family.

Arriving safely at the building, Minho proceeds on hitting the button to Changbin and Jisung’s studio. Drawing back his hand inside his pocket as he stares at their reflection on the elevator door. “You alright, Lix?” Felix nods, profusely wiping the sweat pooling on his palms. “I’m just giddy because it's been a while since I last performed with you.” Minho chuckles, putting an arm around Felix’s broad shoulders. He pulls the fox closer to him, tickling his sides. “Me too.”

They both got off their floor, sauntering towards the door to the studio. As they opened it, they were both welcomed by Changbin and Jisung sitting in front of the computer. Jisung whips his head back, and smiles. He stands up, placing a hand on Changbin’s shoulder. The wolf looks up at Jisung and then looks back at the two additional people. “Let’s take 5, okay?” holding up an okay sign with his free hand, Jisung opened the door to the recording booth. Ushering the artist to the sofa on the left side of the studio, along with their managers and staff. “What brings you guys here?” Felix and Minho sat on the small love couch beside the computer, almost instantly clinging onto one another. The artist who was just recording a few moments ago can’t help but stare at the additional eye candy. Changbin and Jisung were already overwhelmingly attractive. but the two flower boys had rendered her speechless, even the female staff that was with her. Jisung notices the meaningful gaze at their position, he lets out a soft chuckle. Sending the girls into a frenzy. “Do you know any vacant dance rooms?” Minho knows his effect, but Felix was a little bit similar to Hyunjin. He was naïve. “Told ya.” Jisung smiles at Changbin’s remarks. “Yeah, I can call the owner. You boys go ahead and practice. Geez, if you always come and practice here then why don’t you just go and rent the place.” Jisung scratches his head, crossing his arms in disappointment afterwards.

Minho and Felix excitedly spring up from their seats, tackling the two wolves with hugs and kisses. “Alright alright! Now go!” shoving them out the studio, Jisung shouts one last favor before the two vanish into the elevator. “Don’t forget to clean—And they’re gone.”

Changbin giggles, pulling Jisung back to his side. “They clean up, Ji.”

“I know.”

“Lix, your arm is not straight enough.”

“Like this?”

“No no. Here-“ Felix’s tense muscles relax underneath Minho’s touch. He had been nervous and stiff because it has been a while since they last danced together. Minho notices Felix’s awkwardness and decides to take a 10-minute break so the fox could loosen up. “How’s the song you’ve been writing?” Minho smiles as Felix’s expression turns from guilt into excitement. “Oh yeah! I brought it with me! Can you check it out?” he nods and chuckles at Felix who stood up almost instantly, dashing towards his bag on the corner.

Felix always wanted to be a songwriter. And being praised and acknowledged by the music geniuses, naming Changbin, Jisung and Chan, it meant the world to the fox. He was actually really good. His songs were full of meaning and some of them were from his personal experiences. The sole reason why Changbin and Jisung gladly accepted him as part of the production team.

As they talk about the song for a while, Minho stands up and turns on the music. They finished creating the choreography right before the break and it was time to practice it along with the music.

Both of their playful expressions vanish. Focusing on their reflections on the mirrored walls. Their eyes were full of passion and concentration, as the room was filled with a familiar tune. All at once their bodies fell in sync with each other.

Much more like Jisung and Changbin, Music, to them, was like turning back the clock, traveling and returning to a previous life full of agony, joy and sadness. They embraced the music and in turn the music took control. Both found themselves in a different world. A world of mystery. Mysteries they would love to discover.

Their movements flowed with a dazzling grace that took away the breath of every person in their soon-to-be street audience. Both boys could feel their soul become one with the music. Unleashing their emotions into the dance. They needed this as badly as they needed to breathe. The music came to a halt, the room was soon filled with heavy pants from Felix and Minho. “You’re still amazing as ever, Minho.” Felix fell on the floor, Minho followed suit, falling on top of Felix’s sweaty body. Minho chuckled loudly, his voice echoing around the four walls of the room, sending vibrations onto Felix’s figure. “I can say the same thing, Lix.”

“I wish Hyunjin was here.” Minho sits up, pulling Felix. “Yeah, it would be amazing if he performs with us.” They chat for a while before returning to practicing their dance.

—Hyunjin’s Daily Life (Jack of all trades Hyunjin)

One last click of the camera and Hyunjin relaxes on the bar stool. Three people run up to him at the same time, fixing up his makeup and outfit. He smiles at them, making the three of them blush. Gullible idiot. “Hyunjin? How about we take a break so we can proceed to a different setting?” Hyunjin beams at the camera man and the rest of the staff, bowing in the process. “Okay!” The staff guides him towards the dressing room, offering him some drinks and snacks. He declines politely, fetching his phone inside his backpack.

“Your manager is not here?” the make up artists ask. Hyunjin nods and pouts. “He just left me here hmp.” she giggles, moving her hands skillfully unto Hyunjin’s face. The stylist comes in and shows him the next set of clothes. Hyunjin changes into them and walks out of the waiting room, his eyes grew wide at the new set. Tons of flowers decorated the set, and in the center was a king-like chair. “This set is so pretty!'' He can’t help but admire the vivid shades of flowers around the place, and the cameraman asks him to sit on the chair. And once he did, everyone in the studio grew quiet and stared in awe at the King sitting on his throne.

Being the gullible handsome idiot he is, Hyunjin smiles prettily. Reaching out his hand, Hyunjin places one of the flowers in between his fingers, his face cornering in to smell the scent. With eyes closed, his side profile was majestic. And it was definitely the perfect shot. No cues were issued at all, the cameraman proceeds on taking the shots, shaking his head in disbelief on how amazing the model is.

“Thank you for your hard work!” closing the car door, Hyunjin gives the staff who sent him off, one last fleeting glass before Woojin pulls into the highway. “Was the shoot fun?” Hyunjin beams and begins to tell his fun day to Woojin, which the alpha gladly listens to. He always does. Hyunjin has this very puppy-like look on his face when talking about how exciting his day went by, and Woojin was never sick of it. “Do I have another schedule for today?”

Woojin hums in response. “So there is?” Hyunjin breaks into a fit of whine. “I’m tired~” Woojin grins, taking a right turn. “Eh? Where are we going?”

“How about we stretch some muscles?” With a small smile on his face, Woojin pulls up in front of a dance studio, leaving the dumbfounded Hyunjin to process what he just said. “YAY!” with a light chuckle, Woojin pushes the door open. allowing the overly excited Hyunjin to come in. Woojin already booked a room, he knew Hyunjin would be stressed out from work and the wolf had a long day ahead of him. It was his duty as Hyunjin’s manager to take care of the boy.

According to the brands Hyunjin had worked with, he was definitely perfect. With his honey-dripping looks, his long stature, his physique, the boy was beyond perfect. And to add the fact that he was an amazing dancer? The complete package. Seungmin on the other hand had one rude thing to add ‘He was an utter and complete idiot’ no one in the mansion spoke a word after Seungmin said it. Not even Jeongin. Hyunjin is an utter and complete idiot. Not that it was a flaw, weirdly enough it added him a bit of charm. When the ladies think that he doesn’t really notice their looks, they fall harder for the guy.

But it was not all rainbows and bright lights for Hyunjin. Whenever they moved from one country to another, the friends he made on the way made him feel like he only had the looks. Especially when he went to Korea. Scouts were always swarming around him on a daily basis, some of them even came from big companies. He did refuse every single one of the offers, but that was not the case in the first few weeks in Seoul. He had accepted one of the auditions. Hyunjin woke up early and prepared for his audition. He had a dance piece, a song, and a rap prepared.

“He’s so handsome.”

“Companies only look for good faces these days.”

“I bet he doesn’t have any talent.”

“Well, he could only be in a group for the eye candy.”

Those words coming from his fellow auditionees dawned on him. Because their words were true. He did not have any talent at all. He cannot sing or dance or rap. They were right, he was just another pretty face. That’s why he quit even before they got to contract signing.

You would think that he gave up and just let those words bring him down. You would think that he just quit and accepted his fate. But no, Hyunjin wanted to prove them wrong. He wanted to prove to everyone in that audition room that he was not just a visual. He started practicing dancing, he learned rapping on his own but Changbin and Jisung guided him all the way. And now both wolves acknowledged his talent, even saying they would surpass both of them.

Hyunjin may be a big softie, always clinging to his members, always teasing them. But he was as hard-working as the next guy. His heart is pure.

Woojin stares in awe as Hyunjin’s face turns into something mesmerizing as he dances. The sweat glistened down his face and neck, the way his body moves fluidly along the music. He was definitely a sight to see and Woojin can’t help but say…

“You’re amazing, Hyunjin.”

—Seungmin’s Daily Life (Witch photographer with Puppy Visuals)

To be honest, Seungmin’s life before the mansion was plain and boring. He would wake up, get ready for school. And once inside the campus, he had to deal with council work and at the same time his classes. By the end of the day, his social battery will be more than drained, he will stop by at Chan’s shop. Not that he helps out there, he just sits and nags the vampire all day.

But everything changed when the fire nation attacked, JOKE.

Everything changed when he met Jeongin. His world suddenly grew way larger than before. Seungmin had a hard time adjusting to it, but everyone helped him to do so. He was lowkey in denial at first, but he really was thankful for the pack.

“For the last time, Hwang. I don’t want to move in with you guys.” Seungmin rolls his eyes at Hyunjin. The wolf was all over his face as soon as he entered the mansion, he held the urge to punch the wolf on his gut because he knew he would be the only one in pain. Seungmin snaps his fingers and Hyunjin’s vision goes blurry, and when he regains his sight, the witch is no longer in front of him. Turning to his heel, Hyunjin dashes across the hall, right in time to jump Seungmin.

But he fell on the floor instead, face first. Rubbing his injured nose, Hyunjin whines. Plopping down beside Changbin who cooed the poor wolf. “Yeah, why don’t you want to move in? We have plenty of room here.” Before Jisung can finish his statement, Chan cuts him off.

“It’s no use, Ji. Seungmin’s not the type of person to live with other people. Especially you rowdy bunch.” a unison of ‘Hey’ was said before Woojin entered the living room. His usual smile plastered on his face. “What do you guys mean? Seungmin’s moving here today.”

The room went still and silent. 6 pairs of heads turn towards Woojin’s position. Seungmin snorts, failing to hold back his laughter. A few moments later, he burst into a fit of cackles, slapping his thigh as he let out all his pent-up emotions. “You should see the look on your pathetic faces!” Seungmin found himself trapped in an embrace with different members trying to get a hold of him as he laughed. “You’re such a jerk!” Felix whined, lightly slapping Seungmin’s arm. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you, to be honest.” Chan shakes his head; he was the only one who didn’t jump on Seungmin. Well, Woojin on the other hand was chuckling silently on the side.

“Did you bring your stuff?” Woojin asks. Seungmin nodded, the boys removed themselves from Seungmin, fixing each other’s clothes. All eyes lock onto Seungmin magically producing a miniature briefcase. “What the hell is that?” Minho moved in closer to take a look at the small bag. His teeth protruding from his lips, ‘that’s actually really cute’ Seungmin thought. “It’s my stuff.” with a twirl of his finger, the mini case grew into a regular sized one.

“You may be an asshole, but your magic is amazing.”

“Thank you, giggles.” Seungmin responds proudly, opening the briefcase.

“You’re welco—HOLD UP WHAT THE HELL”

Hyunjin bolts upright from his seat, almost shoving his face near Seungmin’s busy hands. “Is that a trolley—WOOJIN HE’S WRENCHING A WHOLE ASS TROLLEY FROM HIS BRIEFCASE---” Jisung cannot believe his eyes, Hyunjin’s reaction was exactly what he’s feeling right now. How is that even possible? Seungmin laughs, “You dumdum. I'm a witch.”

For the past 2 hours, Seungmin has been pulling out his stuff and equipment from the briefcase. The rest got used to it as time passed by but Hyunjin is still going on about how Seungmin pulls out a cabinet full of books. “Can I fit? Can I? Can I?” pushing Hyunjin’s overly-excited face from his face, Seungmin closes the briefcase right after he pulls out the last spell book. He snaps his fingers and the briefcase vanishes. Leaving Hyunjin pouting. “You can. But you’re just gonna fall into a complete and infinite oblivion, floating around lifelessly as you dwell deep on your inhumane thoughts.”

“Seungmin, stop scaring the poor pup.” Chan warns, rubbing his hand against Hyunjin who threw himself at him. “What a big baby.” Hyunjin made faces at Seungmin but cowered against Chan’s chest when the witch pulled out the briefcase once again. As the witch playfully approaches him, he detaches himself from Chan and starts sprinting out the backyard. Looking back to see if the witch was after him, he trips on his own foot, falling on the grass.

Hyunjin groans and flips himself, his eyes grew wide and face grew paler, Seungmin was just a few inches away from him, a grin etched on the witch’s face. His eyes falter onto the witch’s hand where he sees the briefcase wide open. Normally the inside of it would look like any other box but it was pitch black, almost like a void sucking him in.

“HELP!!!”

The rest of the pack let Seungmin have his fun, but Woojin had to step in once half of Hyunjin’s body disappeared inside the briefcase. With tears in his eyes, Hyunjin wobbled, Changbin supported the disheveled wolf with his weight. He tried hard not to laugh. “You’re such a fucking dick.”

The briefcase disappears once again from Seungmin’s hand as he turns to face the poor wolf. He laughs maniacally and shakes his head. “And you said you’re the beta?”

“H-Hey!”

The rest of the day consisted of Seungmin fixing up his stuff. Woojin had already decorated his room, actually, Changbin stepped in line to manage everything. The last time Woojin helped with the interior design, it looked like a teen’s room going through an emo phase. “We’ll have the basement cleaned up by next week. I contacted Ria and she said she’ll be here by Monday.” Seungmin nods, placing the last piece of shirt neatly on top of his clothing. He closes the cabinet door and walks out the closet with Woojin on his trail. He just agreed with whatever Woojin told him, not that he had a choice. The alpha insisted on doing so.

But before he could close the closet door, some figures pop out of nowhere, dashing inside the closet. “Wow. These are really dandy clothing you got here, Seungs.” Hyunjin carelessly opens one of the cabinets and rummages through Seungmin’s coats and long sleeves. “You even ironed them out before hiding them.”

“I always thought you had an adorable sense of fashion.” Jisung chimes in, pulling his hoodie over his head to wear one of Seungmin’s coats. Changbin, who was busy going through Seungmin’s shoes, turns around and points at Jisung, all the same time laughing at the wolf. “Ji! Haha! You look so small in Seungs coat omg.” Jisung pouts as hastily takes off the coat and throws it at Changbin’s face. “Then how about you try it!”

“I’m too buff for this.” Changbin snickers, proudly rolling up his sleeves and flexing in front of the boys. “Minho and I have been going to the gym,” the idiot mentioned was now standing beside the other idiot. He rolls up his sleeves and does an X symbol with Changbin’s arm. “Yep. You know you have to be fit to attract some ladies.”

“Hey! I have abs!” Felix pulls up his shirt and flexes his abdomen. Jisung felt challenged, so he pulled up his shirt to show his pack. “Me too.”

“My thighs are thick.” Hyunjin adds, placing his foot onto the chair in the center of the closet, flexing his thighs as he makes a handsome face.

Seungmin sighs, turning to Woojin and Chan who were watching the boys with fatherly gazes and smiles. “You deal with this bullshit every day?”

“Hey. You have dealt with it too ever since you met them.” Seungmin sighs once more at Chan’s remarks. The vampire was correct, he does handle this nonsense every day. “But,” gazing back at Woojin, the alpha gives him a toothy smile. “You like it, don’t you?”

He avoids Woojin’s eyes and crosses his arms against his chest. Chan smiles, he has known Seungmin for a long time now. The witch was a bit of a bitch and was always so full of himself. But other than that, he was a caring person. He hates violence. Hates humans being hurt.

He may come out blunt and arrogant, but in reality, Seungmin is a nice person. Once you get to know him. Chan rarely saw the witch smile, like the genuine type of smile. But these days, he could see it more often. Often than normal.

“No, I don’t.” Seungmin turns to his heel, trying his best to hide the smile on his face. ‘I love you idiots.’ Even if it was just a murmur, the rest of the boys knew Seungmin meant well.

“PILE UP ON THE BED!” with Jisung’s annoying voice, Woojin pulls Seungmin, shoving him onto the bed. “NO! I JUST FIXED THE SHEET—OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE! YOU BASTARDS WILL PAY FOR THIS!”

Hyunjin’s distant scream can be heard. “NO! NOT THE BRIEFCASE!”

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definitelynotaminion · 6 years ago

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Hey baby, how are you doing? Right now it's October 26th at 4:57 a.m. and I'm in bed next to you. Twice now I've gone over to cuddle you and you let me, wrapped my arm with your hand and just let me stay there with my face in your shoulder, close enough to hear you breathe. I ever tell you that sometimes I try to match my breathing to yours when you're asleep, see if it helps me sleep? But when we sleep our breaths are a lot longer with more space between them, and I would always do it for a few minutes and give up. But for those few minutes it calmed me right down. Kind of a meditation, I guess. I did it for the first time back at our apartment. I did it earlier when I tucked into your side and you met me with open arms despite being asleep. You're so affectionate in your sleep; I love it. (We all know I'm mean af, more likely to punch you in my sleep than be sweet). It's October 26th but it's really October 25th’s night, because I haven't been to sleep. My birthday was yesterday and we had cake. I'm laying in bed next to you thinking that there’s still cake in the fridge; funfetti, my favorite. I might go have a piece. I went to the gym at your urging; back when you were awake, but drowsy from the melatonin, and I was wearing the work out clothes mom got me as a gift, and still had my socks on because I wanted to go the gym, too. We had just gotten back from Whataburger; you missed a meal that day and had 1200 calories to spare (It’s the day I woke up at like 3pm and immediately made chicken teriyaki over rice; you went for a walk and I made my own teriyaki sauce, because the watery stuff in the fridge smelled off and I have standards. It was delicious. It's the day we took my car to Whataburger later, and I mentioned that it was odd I hadn't been to McDonald's on my birthday for once; you countered that you had offered, however jokingly. I kept joking that we should go to KFC because it was only 9:25, and surely KFC was still open, as though you hadn't spent the whole time we lay in bed discussing food looking up the calories for the specific meal you wanted. I had my hair in a ridiculous pebbles-style ponytail on top of my head, that I removed and smoothed out when we got inside. I was wearing a star wars jacket over my track suit hoodie over a tee shirt.) You gave me your drink cup so I could have two drink refills on the way home, and not have to choose. I filled my larger cup with lemonade-- shit, I brought it to bed with me about an hour ago but havent drank any; I just fucking realized lol-- and your smaller one with Dr. Pepper. It's still over there on my desk. You probably knew I wouldn't drink it but knew that the opportunity would make me happy anyway. We chilled in bed and I kept my socks on, for once, because I was determined to go to the gym, and you were determined to encourage me instead of enabling me to stay in bed. You're a lovely person that way. I did go to the gym, by the way, as I'm sure I'll tell you in the morning when you wake up (or at 3 o'clock in the evening, if that's when I wake up, if I fall asleep without meaning to). (You made jokes about the socks, but ten minutes into our blogging and chill, your foot brushed my leg in such a way that the hem of my pants rode up, and you touched bare flesh, and turned into Skeletor “Noooaa! What was that. Unexpected. Forbidden.”) It’s the day after my birthday but it’s also the first day I’m away at basic training, if tungle dot hellfire scheduled the post properly. (I swear to god, if it didnt... esp after all those tests I scheduled before I left.) (You just rolled over in your sleep to face me and your arm is pressed firm and soft to my elbow. For the first few seconds after the roll you snored softly through your nose-- very cute-- but now it's just little inhales and exhales. The forearm to my elbow is a very understated cuddle. I'm love him. You're so used to sleeping with me that you don't react or wake when I press close to you, you just accept it and sometimes nuzzle me. You'll hold my hand if I touch your fingers.) I am the most loved person in all the land, and right now I’m probably trying to remember that, shoved in a room with sixty people and no walls. (I keep remembering that this is public and then I'm like fuck it, a blog’s a blog; all the people here for my writing or the fandom stuff or the memes can deal with the lovey-dovey stuff and the waxing poetic about the minutiae of our lives. You're still tucked into my elbow breathing all cute and I'm still typing on my phone, which is on 26%; I should charge it but the charger sticks out the bottom in a way that makes it hard to rest the phone on my chest. It's a running joke now that I never keep my phone charged; that I only charge it when it's on 5%. Actually, at your urging-- though I laugh when you lean over me and hiss at the percentage, though we joke a lot about it-- I've started being more conscious of it, charging my phone before it needs it. Earlier today (the 25th) I put my phone on the charger when it was at 56%. I don't think I told you, but I know you'd be proud of me. (Earlier today I put my phone on the charger in preparation for going to the gym, and it was at 32%. I laid in bed with you to play on it and when it was at 39% you leaned over, already victorious, and said “oh? Only 39%? Put him on the charger!!!!” The exclamation marks are in italics to mimic the way you tapped it, rapidly, you know the motion. And I told you it was already charging and you were deeply shooketh, like I was an imposter. You squinted and said “well it's so small, how could I possibly see from here” in the Grinch voice, and rolled over dramatically; laughing, I chased you, and we cuddled some more. It was a lovely time.) It is (at the time you're reading this) the Tuesday I’ve officially had a “full day” at basic. I think. I probably had my first plane ride today, though if I've talked to you-- they let us make the “scripted” phone call on the first or second night-- it says “hello, I'm fine, I got here safe, he's a phone number to call in an emergency (red cross? Reddit said) and here's the address you write to”-- I only had like 30 seconds or so on the phone to choke all that out and an “I love you”. I couldn't tell you about my first plane ride. I could not tell you that “it wasn't actually as bad as anticipated, though you know I tear up when I get yelled at, so that's a thing.” According to the internet I probably sounded miserable; not because I was literally miserable but because hearing your voice probably made everything really sink in and i missed you. Also right now typing this i have like. A single manful movie tear rolling down the right cheek. Truly I am getting all up in my feelings-- but you're in an empty bed so you'd know, I guess. On the 26th, not Nov 6th, that is. I have no idea if I'm crying as you read this; but I'm a dramatic hoe so it's possible. I'm probably chanting to myself “It’s fine, it's whatever; play the game, don't stand out, go from meal to meal.” however, I have it from reliable sources (thanks reddit) that by the second or third week the yelling gets less yelling and you have the routine down. Then it's kind of like a hardcore summer camp. As I'm laying in bed it's hard to rationalize that I've only got 10 days with you left. A week and some change. The impulse to savor it is there but, also, I've literally got the rest of my life with you, so. I’m looking forward to the other side of basic, to how you can (apparently) have your dependents moved out to live with you if your stay at tech school will be longer than 6 weeks. And mine will, so. (If you're not in basic and I selfishly hope you're not, yet, you can come out there and I can spend my weekends with you, in our apartment with all of our stuff. I want lots of dice and candles. I want to just lay in bed and chill with you. “Cuddle” I want to cuddle but I keep remembering that this is public on my blog and everyone can see it. I wonder why cuddle sounds so weird when none of the other words do. I wonder how fast the first week will go if I keep focusing on “just wait until the next meal, just wait until the next meal.” I'm planning to go buy a book of stamps and some envelopes in the morning. Apparently one of the only joys of basic is hearing your name at mail call. I want you to write me so much, which is hard for you probably; but I want to hear about every little detail. You should print off the latest chapters of Yesterday Upon the Stair or Ashes of the Past if they update, stick those behind your letters. It would make a good distraction and only be a couple pages long. But how weird would it be that i wouldn't even care about them? Not weird at all. Its true that i would care about your letters more that the fanfic. That I just want to hear that you're safe and happy, that you've eaten-- tell me what you've eaten, tell me the calories, it'll reassure me and fill the pages-- tell me jokes and memes and manga spoilers for BNHA. Pass along news from-- or hell, even tell them my mailing address, it's not like it'll be secret-- the discord (kink thinktank or maybe the secret lounge, you know the one). I'm not picky. It will be neat not to be cut off from everybody, if they decide to write. Except tuva. @uintuva I love you but please god don't write to me, I told them I didn't have any foreign attachments when they asked. If anything, pass along a letter to Sach, or Dallas-- have them print it and send it to me; mention no countries. I'm laughing rn. I'll warn them that you'll post the address. If you post a letter every day, or every other day, even if they're short, I promise I'll appreciate them. They'll be like a lifeline to the outside world. They'll reassure me you're fine and assuage me that stress and worry. Please remember that I love you, even if I didn't get to tell you in the short phone call. I likely called you before the flight there. It hasn't even been a day since you've heard my voice. Hell, I forgot-- you and mom and the kids are coming to see me off. I probably saw you earlier today-- for you. It's still October 26 (25th) for me. You saw me this morning but now you're going to sleep without me; it probably doesn't feel weird unless you focus on it. I could be in the shower, or in the kitchen, or at the gym. I could be at Brittany’s house. It's okay to tell yourself these lies, or to imagine me there-- imagine me at my desk, maybe, since you go to bed so much earlier-- to make yourself feel better, to help you sleep. Or maybe it hadn't hit yet and you're fine-- that's fine too. Or maybe you'll be okay the whole time. You'll miss me, sure. But maybe you'll smile and wish me luck and go to sleep easy, because I'm getting what I wanted, according to plan. I hope you find the happy parts of your days-- laugh at the kids, at David, and Jesse-- and write down jokes to share with me before you forget. Don't feel guilty at all, because I don't want you to be sad. I love you. I'm going to try to be looking forward to stuff/focusing on the nice things-- I just snorted a little thinking of you going “whole bed to myself” in the silly smug voice; I can already tell that one is going to be what I imagine at basic, the one I'll remember and smile about. I hope you check your tag and see this, though I'm sure I'll tell you about it. Aren't I so clever, figuring out how to write you even if they don't let me write you? I also set posts to schedule, funny things I scrolled past. The usual things that fill your tag. This way you know I'm still thinking of you; it's funny because I always tag you in things, right now in October, because I want you to know I'm thinking of you. Because I see funny things and think “Dallas” and I want you to see them. I'm so glad the technology exists for me to make sure your tag has new stuff every night while I'm away. I'm going to spend the next ten days (from Oct 26) writing you letters and reminding you of things. (Earlier I told you that I love you, that I love how we talk to each other, that I love the way you joke and how, specifically, you choose to say things to me; that I love how my face fits into your shoulder or your face, that the terms you choose to use tickle me pink. I laugh all the time with you. I'm happiest right next to you. I want to be with you forever.) Oh and here is a reminder: I'm so proud of you for getting through the day. Goodbyes are hard, even when they're temporary. You're not fat and I love you. You could lose the weight you need to lose this month and I’d be happy for you; you could delete the app and gain twenty pounds and be my handsome military husband, and I’d be ecstatic. I love everything about you (freckles) and you can reread this as many times as you need to in the next few days. (Not that I'm saying you'll need to. You're very self sufficient. But if you do need the words, they're here, and there’s no shame in giving yourself what you need.) Day one is done and now I've got to get through the first week. The second will be easier and then, the third, routine. It'll be okay. Everything will be fine. I love you. I miss you. I'll be back before you know it. Please write. Even if it's just a single page with “the dankest of dank memes” on it in size bazillion handwriting. Even if it's unimportant. Especially if it's unimportant stuff. Go around and ask everyone to say one nice sentence to me. Write down the sentence. Now you've got a letter. Tell me about your thoughts and your day. Tell me (android 16 voice) you saw a bird and it was pretty.

#Dallas

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remembermemorablememories · 6 years ago

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Sunday, January 20, 2019

post #377

main points:

- muffin breakfast

- errands with sheena + pho lunch

- practice GMAT test

- dinner with fam at cheesecake factory

- talk with jonah about GMAT

- catch up on yesterday and today’s blog post

today i:

- woke up around 9am. i felt like i had some kind of dream related to my hemorrhoids. or like my lower side cramping. then i fell back asleep until my alarm at 10:30am. then i snoozed for a bit and then just stopped snoozing and passed out LOL. woke up around 11:30am. i guess i must’ve been tired from swimming yesterday

- i went downstairs and ate another banana nut muffin and milk for breakfast. then sheena was awake and my mom asked if we wanted to get brunch at IHOP. i said i already ate breakfast and sheena wasn’t feeling IHOP. then i went to poop and sheena suggested pho. mom decided to start making breakfast so she was like nah. dad said he already ate too. so sheena and i decided to get pho for lunch. we left the house around 12:30pm. we first stopped by sheena’s color place where she went with ben on her birthday to pick up the finished clay things. then we stopped by wegman’s to get milk and bread. then we drove to the pho place, getting there around 2pm

- we ate some pho and finished by like 2:40~2:50pm. we talked a bit about what sheena wanted to potentially major in and she said she still wasn’t sure. maybe acting or business. or psychology. we talked about potential schools she was interested in like NYU and emerson. after we finished eating we walked over and got some boba for sheena and then we drove back home

- we got home around 3pm and i started taking a practice GMAT manhattan test at 3:15pm. i decided to take it and ask jonah which one was the best one to take and he recommended manhattan. i took the essay, integrated reasoning, then quant and then verbal for 3 hours until 6:15pm. i feel like the integrated reasoning was kind of tricky. i was stuck on one question for like 15 minutes. i wasn’t sure how to answer it and kept going back and forth. i barely got through a third of the questions in that section. the quant section wasn’t too bad but it felt like i was trying to remember a bunch of stuff from high school and middle school. like geometry and algebra. the verbal section was what i ended up scoring the highest on, probably practice from the SATs transferred a bit. i finished with a 550. i felt like it was kinda bad but i told dad and he said that’s not too bad considering i haven’t touched any of these topics in so long

sheena was working on homework while i was taking the practice exam. once i finished, she said she was also ready to go eat dinner

- the whole fam drove to cheesecake factory and we got there around 7pm. we were able to be seated right away. it was a sunday night and so fking cold outside. it was 13 degrees but feels like 3 degrees :upside-down-smile:

i ordered a chicken shrimp pineapple rice thing. it was aight, like sweet and sour. dad got a burger, mom got some poke and sheena got four cheese pasta. mom told us about the triple 4′s she saw in an article by a journalist reporting about the top high school in california. 4 hours of sleep, 4 cups of coffee and 4.0 gpa loooool

- we drove home and then got back around 9pm. i called jonah for a bit from 9:20pm-9:50pm. he was just starting to eat dinner but i asked him about tips for the GMAT and what resources to look into. also cause i realistically only have about two weeks to do some in depth prep before i start traveling. he said it took him about 4-6 weeks of diligent studying, but in two weeks i could start reviewing a bunch of the topics. we also caught up a bit about how things are going. he was watching the championship game between patriots and chiefs. i also mentioned sheena’s potential interest in majoring business

- i watched some youtube, seeing john oliver’s season 6 trailer

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdDBi0DheMw&bpctr=1548041078

took a shower and now i’m chilling in bed writing yesterday’s blog post and today’s blog posts. it is now exactly 12am :o

- i’m gonna call the doctor tomorrow about hemorrhoids. cause ever since i started applying the medication i feel like it’s made it worse, not better. like i’ve been getting abdomen cramping sensations, small stool/mild constipation. i might have to go to a specialist to do the rubber band ligation procedure... i guess we’ll see

i’m probably just gonna chill in bed watching youtube or something. i’ll update this if anything happens buuuut good night. also i might be sick again...? i feel a really really mild throat pain. i’m drinking more hot water to try to stop it LOL

the end

#post #normal #january #2019 #family #health

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fuckyeah-nerdery · 7 years ago

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So I’m sick, apparently

I haven’t been ill for such a long time (I literally cannot remember the last time I was), so this is more interesting than fretful. Like, I’ve gotten those spells where I’ve felt sick for about a day or less, but I’m not counting those. This, on the other hand, has been with me since Friday.

Woke up that morning with a stomach ache, the kind where you know the chances of throwing up is better than not. So I tried to eat some toast to settle my tum-tum and I swear I’m not exaggerating when I say this: I tore off a piece and as soon as it touched my tongue, I was flying first class to Puke City, USA. Honestly, that wasn’t even the worst part of it, the post-vomit sweating was. No idea why vomiting makes you sweat, but it’s annoying. In any case, I felt fine after that and chalked it up to the can of chicken and dumplings I ate the night before.

So when I go with my dad and sister to his appointment to have an ultrasound/biopsy on his lung. I was doing fine there until I wasn’t and the stomach aches came back, which I attributed to having emptied the contents of my stomach into a trash can earlier and not refilling it. Then I started alternating between being hot and cold, followed up by the worst case of fatigue I have ever had in my life. I’m not even joking, I kept falling asleep and it was a test just to stay awake, so I eventually had to go and take a nap in my sister’s car.

Sidenote: Never try and take a nap in the back of a RAV4 because there are 1x1 square boxes less cramped than the backseat of a RAV4.

Anyways, I get home and almost immediately go and take a nap. A nap that lasted SEVENTEEN FUCKING HOURS. Mostly that was because I woke up at 8pm and figured it wasn’t worth getting up just to go back to bed like three hours later, so from like 2:30 or 3pm until 7:30am the next day I was unconscious.

I also had the driest fucking mouth in the known history of mankind because my nose was clogged and I had to breath through my mouth almost the entire 17 hours. Swallowing was actually painful because of how dry it was. I think I might have been dehydrated, tbh, because I had next to no saliva.

The only problem I have now is a sore throat and it was way worse yesterday. I couldn’t swallow anything solid because it just hurt too much, which sucked because my dad made hamburgers and I couldn’t eat the two he fixed up for me. :( I can eat now, but I mourn those two burgers still.

So now I’m taking this DayQuil knockoff I bought at CVS.

Eh, I’m honestly just long overdue for being sick.

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haannuuuuh · 5 years ago

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Entrapped

The widespread outbreak of Influenza originated in America, Middle East Respiratory Syndrome-related Coronavirus, Novel Coronavirus of China, Scarlet Virus of France, Cholera Pandemic of Croatia and many more viruses were the reasons why all the countries are now nearly deserted. Beggars lived in poor maintenance quarantine provided by the government and capitalists are locked in their houses with complete foods and medicine supplies.

Our small town is lucky enough because during the massive movement of isolating the persons with sign and symptoms including the homeless to quarantine, the battalion of army just passed the entryway of our town like we didn’t exist. They did not even take a glance to us who are apprehensive of them. Maybe patricians paid the national authority, for us, their servants not to be quarantined.

Our town is divided into two, the peasant zone and the patrician zone. All the members in the community who have low social status belong to peasant zone while all the members of highest social class belong to patrician zone. I belong to the former.

To be excluded from the quarantine is enough for me, but here I am heading to my new home. At my age of 19 someone finally adopted me.

Travelling in wilderness going to my new home thrills me so much. I can’t wait to unravel this new adventure. I’ve been to patricians’ zone twice when an aristocrat offers me the 2% of money if I win in a car racing, but now I will not go there hiding or as an intruder.

It took us 3 hours to reach Mrs. Carriem house, I didn’t even notice that we’re already here. The endless meadow’s sight bores me so I fell asleep halfway of our trip.

I’m expecting a decent house, but who am I to complain when I can stay and still be thankful if she will let me sleep in a manger. This is much better than sleeping in a tent provided by the government. Here I can sleep in warm bed without worrying whether it will rain or not, whether a wild animal will show up in the middle of the night or not.

As I stepped in the house, I had some eerie feelings, it is filled with darkness no sun shines on the inside, the worn out curtains are all closed. The red carpet in the living room looks greasy and faded to color brown because of the cloud of dust on it. The kitchen is literally dirty kitchen. There are paintings but most of them had shed off of it. The wooden staircase that connects the first floor and second floor had some broken treads. From my view, I can see few staircase treads upstairs that allow you to enter the attic. The attic’s door has a big X on it.

“Welcome to my house, Violet. Sorry if it is all messed. As you can see, I lived here alone.” Mrs. Carriem said it without looking at me. She is looking at the attic, she seems bothered and burdened by my presence. Possibly, she was just obliged by the government to adopt me because I’m the youngest among the homeless in this town.

“Don’t worry, I will do all the house chores from this floor up to the attic, I won’t be a trouble here.” I told her.

“No.” she said firmly. “Yes, Y-Yes of course plus I also need your help,” she retracted what she has just said, “but you are not required to clean the attic or even allowed to go there.” She added, and what about the attic? I’m intrigued.

“This house is now your house too.” then she hugged me, it feels like she is now at ease, more like all her worries are now gone and about the hug, it didn’t even feel like a hug, it just feels… nothing. It feels like all her burdens were passed to me.

“I have two rules for you. Do not go to the attic and do not ask me any questions. Don’t concern yourself with my matters.” she paused, “There are questions you’re not ready for the answers.” then she smiled warningly.

My curiosity just piled off up to the attic. “What will happen to me if I violate your rules?” I broke her second rule immediately, this doesn’t count right?

“You wouldn’t like it, darling. The consequences are worse than what you imagine.” She said while directly looking at me. Her eyes flashes creepiness that sent shivers down my spine.

“Actually, you only have one thing to do, close the doors and the curtains before the sun sets and open it before the sun rises but since you insist that you can help me cleaning the house, then do as you please but don’t tell the government that I am overworking you because I am not.”

“No worries, it bothers me more when I’m not doing anything, besides I can’t get anything for free, at least I can repay you through this.” I assured her.

“It will be long day, don’t exhaust yourself today, go to your room and rest. It’s in the second floor right side. I’ll go to the mayor’s office and be back before dinner.”

Yes, I can’t call it a day yet.

I walked up to go to my room and the staircase treads squeak every time I steps on it. I’m about to head to the attic’s way but I looked back and found that Mrs. Carriem didn’t leave yet. I give her a small smile and change my direction to the right corner of the floor.

When I entered my room, the eerie feeling that I had earlier is nothing compared to the intensity of what I am feeling here. “Am I already tired that I keep having strange feelings?’ I thought to myself.

Looking up to my room’s ceiling, which is the only part of the house that is completely fine. You can notice that everything that is connected to the attic is well maintained and has no damage at all. What is in there that needs to be preserved?

Living and surviving alone in this world for almost 10 years makes me not afraid of anything not until now— I am horrifically afraid. I thought I can now live in tranquil but there’s something inside that attic that troubles my mind.

I want to rummage the attic, what could be possibly there that is worse than all the epidemic spreading in the world? I want to look throughout there or know who is in there but afraid to disobey Mrs. Carriem, her voice echoed in my head “Do not go to the attic. Do not ask questions.” Maybe there’s a person who has an incurable and contagious disease up there so he is being isolated, I convinced myself.

Might as well distract myself from thinking and do some chores. This house needs total cleaning.

I was shocked when a sinister like snake passed by to me. I shouldn’t be surprised by the looks of the animals; I just didn’t expect that I will see one of those genetically modified organisms made by the advancement of technology and researches on science today. Like for this snake, it doesn’t have a tail but it does have two heads located in the two opposite side of the snake. Why would that snake go here though, shouldn’t it stays in the meadow, there’s no prey or feces here.

It’s now 3pm, I cleaned the first floor for nearly 3 hours, yet it didn’t even look that clean. I started cleaning the second floor. Because of the deafening silence, while mapping the floor I heard a ball moving toward… toward my direction. The ball was dribbled down from the attic.

What a creep, I knew it, someone is in there, I was about to step on the first tread of the wooden stair to the attic when…

”What are you doing?” Mrs. Carriem stopped me. Oh she’s now here, I guessed she didn’t really mean she’ll be back before dinner, she meant before I even step on my foot to the attic.

“Oh. This.” I pointed at the ball “I will just throw it back to the att—“

“I will do it myself. I told you, you are not allowed to go there, remember?” Her piercing eyes crosses mine I thought it was scary, well it’s not like I’m going to step inside the attic, I’m just going to throw the ball.

My curiosity dominates me at that moment but now… now that everything started to sink in, I had my whole body trembled for a second.

After I processed everything, I realized that the ball has blood stains on it and there are characters in the ball that I can’t understand, it is written in Latin.

The next day, everything went normal. I didn’t overthink things last night when Mrs. Carriem went to my room and gave me some foods I’ve never tasted before, after I ate, I immediately fall asleep.

As I open the curtains one by one, cold breeze of wind touches my body. I remembered what happened last day. After I finished everything, I asked Mrs. Carriem if I can use her phone to check on when is the next solar eclipse. I told her that I am into things that are related to the space. Half of it wasn’t true, I will use it to check on the translation of the characters on the ball but I am really into things that are out of the world.

Mrs. Carriem did something on her phone for 15 minutes before she passed it to me. I memorized the characters written on the ball yesterday, I used google translation to translate it. The characters were translated as…

COME

I starred on the phone’s screen for a moment. Did it scare me? Yes. Do I still want to go to the attic? Yes, also.

I woke up because of the screeching noise coming from the attic, I opened up the curtains and it seems like some daylight pass through when it’s nearly 3 am. Half asleep and half-awake I starred at the nothingness view on the outside.

While looking on the concrete surface of the water storage in the outside, I saw a moving shadow from the attic. And it’s in human form. Afraid that I am just seeing things, I took a closer look to it.

I started to shiver. I already assumed that maybe there’s a person up there hiding because of an incurable and contagious disease but the shadow is giving me more than that. Shadows are supposedly powerless but this one has the force that was able to release a strong and negative energy and I can feel it all over my body. I feel electrified. This is way intense than what I had experienced on the first day I was here.

I wish I could just go back to sleep and pretend I saw nothing but this peculiar feelings doesn’t want to rest, particularly when I saw horns like figure in the shadow’s head that made me hold my hefty breath. My heart bolted out of my chest. I heard footsteps from the outside of my room. I rushed to my bed keeping myself breathless and pretended to be asleep behind my blanket.

Mrs. Carriem entered my room in silence. She thought I was asleep.

“You sleep very well even without eating the foods I prepared, but you need to eat all of these for you to stay healthy and be delivered from his disturbance yet.” I peeked on my thin sheet blanket and I saw her one hand holding a tray of food and her other hand holding a syringe. She then put the foods and a letter on my table and left.

So this is why staying in this room feels heavy and disturbing and the only way to ease it is to feed me foods with whatever fluid is in that syringe. And why is she hiding “his” from me. Is that is the person up in the attic?

In the letter Mrs. Carriem left on my table, it was written that she is going to the supermarket to buy supplies and it’s a 4 hour drive.

She also wrote a cautious note “DON’T DO THINGS THAT YOU WILL REGRET LATER”, it almost occupied the whole space of the paper.

The only regret that I have is defying on going to the attic. I don’t want to overthink things. What I saw earlier is maybe just a distorted figure of curtains up the head of that person. Part of me believes it is true while part of me is saying that who am I kidding.

The longest solar eclipse will happen today, this is the best time to unveil things isn’t?

A deep sigh escaped from me. Contemplating whether to do this or not, should I be grateful because she helped me? Hence, why would I thank the person who provides me shelter of uneasiness and troublesome feelings? She is also hiding someone from me, for what reason? She also injects something in my foods without my knowledge; I mean if she can do this, she can also do things far from this. For every question, I am one step closer to the attic’s door.

“DON’T GO THERE!!!” someone yelled from the outside, I was surprised that I fell off the stair. I look at my open room and I see a person standing behind my room’s window.

“WHO ARE YOU TO COMMAND ME?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THERE?!” I shouted at him fuming with anger.

“I am not commanding you, I am helping you. If I angered you, sorry, but you need to listen to me.” He said apologetically. I was really shocked, my heart is still beating so fast but I won’t let his information slip away so I go near him.

“So why did you stop me from going to the attic and what? You want to help me? ” I have so many questions in mind, but these questions came hastily out of my mouth.

“There’s a devil in that attic, he is living in the dead body of Mrs. Carriem’s son.” He started explaining and it already gives me chills.

“She didn’t want to let go of her son. She made a deal with a demon; her son though is dead yet physically alive. A living person must be sacrificed every solar eclipse for that body to stay alive. The solar eclipse is about to happen and Mrs. Carriem will be here any moment, if you want the sacrificial to happen early then go to the attic. I am telling you this because you are the sacrifice I am pertaining to just now.” Too much information I guessed and there are only two things that registered in my mind: a devil and me as a sacrifice. My heart just casually wants to explode.

“Great. I never thought she is actually sincere in helping me.” I said in monotone. “How did you know all these information?” I managed to be calm.

“I knew it because i am her step son; she wants me to die instead of her son. I’m supposedly in your position but I escaped from her wrath.” he said.

“I still don’t know why you are helping me. You should be freed now.” When I actually meant is I am thankful to him.

“I saw Mrs. Carriem picked you from the peasants’ zone. I knew that moment; you will replace my position, since I am in the advantaged position why would I not help you when I know what she will do to you. Let’s leave now.” he said firmly. Just the thought of the devil above terrify me. After what he said, I hurriedly go out of the house. I almost stumble because of the broken treads of the staircase.

“We can use my late father’s car.” I hopped in the car immediately. It’s a vintage Volkswagen Beetle car. I used to be a car racer just to be paid by small amount of money. That’s where I get my knowledge about cars.

He didn’t start the car using a key, he connected the red wire and green wire then the engine started.

“We need to get out here quickly before the moon passes directly between the sun and earth and the shadow fall upon earth’s surface.” This means, when the solar eclipse starts, something horrendous will happen. I impulsively stepped on the break, he drives so slowly that’s why.

“Let’s switch seats. Hold on tight” I told him. I drive the car in maximum speed. I looked up the sky which now starts to darken.

It’s totally dark now it will last for 3 hours. I heard stomping sounds and grunts from the back of the car. I took a quick glance on the side mirror and through the back light I saw a body figure crawling towards us using his hands and feet, he do it with his front body facing the sky.

“Hey, it’s a vengeful spirit! It’s one of those spirits sacrificed by Mrs. Carriem. It’s very dangerous it can kill a person.” he calmly said trying to sound like it’s nothing. WHEN A WHOLE VENGEFUL SPIRIT IS APPROACHING US AND IT CAN KILL US. On the second thought, is it worth it to be scared now after everything I went through? Instead of horrifying thoughts, I occupied my mind with I. NEED. TO. SURVIVE.

I glanced back on the side mirror and nothing was there now. I heard Mrs. Carriem’s step son cursed. I focused my eyes on the road… shoot, were heading to the vengeful spirit deformed body. I stepped on the break like lightning, the car squealed to a stop.

“Where is it? Where is it?” I asked in confusion, the vengeful spirit is nowhere to be found. I continued driving, but the car is not moving. “What should we do now?” I asked uncertainty. He gets something in the box of his father’s car and passed me a flashlight.

“We should hurry!” he shouted while going off of the car. I jumped off the car and instead of landing on the road; two hands grabbed my feet and pulled me under the car. I managed to hold on the car’s door.

“STEP SON, HELP!!” I shouted at him who is now hurriedly coming back to help me. He tried to pull me off but it doesn’t work. The vengeful spirit’s bones are now grinding on my feet, trying… trying to cut it off. I can feel my skin being slashed.

“I’ll turn you around, when your body is twisted try to open your feet widely to break his hold to you.” So we did it, though I already feel numb I did my best to be freed, it’s a success. We heard the vengeful spirit bones broke down on the road. We run away from the car.

We lost our track on the road. These wild bushes keeps blocking and hurting us. In the midst of nothingness, we saw a middle-aged man who looks weary standing under a Doerner Fir tree. Step son just passed him by which I find weird. I stopped in front of the man.

“Maybe we can ask for help?” I told him annoyingly.

“Maybe he can’t help humans.” he said sarcastically. I looked back at the man and, and I slowly walk away from him. Maybe I freaked out. The man’s nails started to peel off, his head, no, his skull, he is now completely skeleton and worms are coming out of his bones. Heedful of my movement I continued walking backwards warily then I tripped on bones just again. The bones are rough and dry that gives me unwanted feelings.

Wonder what these vengeful spirits will do to me. I tried to shout to ask for help but nothing came out of my mouth, that step son is out of sight. Was these vengeful spirits killed him? I’m feeling dizzy, is this is the feeling when your death is near? After then, my tired eyes closed.

“Hey!” someone is shaking me. I opened my heavy eyes. Step son is here and I’m not dead, yet. He helped me stand up and gave me coconut juice it helps me quench my thirst. “Shall we continue? Anyway these are harmful, you don’t have to worry.” He assured me.

“Thank you. We must escape, we must survive.” I told him. We’re about to run when Mrs. Carriem voice echoed “VIOLET, LET’S GO HOME NOW!” she keeps on shouting these. I’m afraid of what else she can do if she caught us.

“We need to part ways now and meet at the boundary. We need to distract her.” I told him.

“I bet to disagree. We have more chance of surviving when we’re together.” He countered what I said.

“But I need to help the people in the peasant zone. If I manage to escape, Mrs. Carriem will just get another victim. Since I’m in the advantaged position now, I can’t just turn a blind eye and not help them. I learned it from you.”

Before we parted ways, I took his wrist watch. He run on the left and I run on the right. When I reached our zone, I told them that they are in danger and some information that won’t eat up time. They run right away. I slowed down because of all the wounds I received from the vengeful spirit that worsen because of our continuous run away.

An incoming car’s noise broke my pain in silence. I heard it stopped next to me but I still continued walking.

“Violet! Come with me or you will be dead?” Mrs. Carriem shouted, I could hear the menace in her voice. I turned around to face her. She looks scarier than the vengeful spirit I’ve encountered. I am astonished, it’s like her evil spirit self is fighting against her demon body, and a raging spirit wants to come out of her body. Her face that once was youthful is now all wrinkled and she’s not aware of it.

“You have to choose Violet! Be safe or be dead!” she’s pointing a transparent gun to me, instead of bullet it’s fuelled with boiling red colored chemical.

“The time is not slowing down, Violet. Come with me or you’ll die. Decide while I’m being nice.” She is now moving closer to me.

I gathered all my courage and my lips trembled as I spoke “Either of the two I will still end up dead right? My answer is I will survive.” I throw her the wrist watch of her step son. I knew it has a good use. I planned it beforehand.

“Now you decide, kill me or bid your goodbye to the devil who chained you? The solar eclipse is about to come on its end.” I threatened Mrs. Carriem.

“MY SON. MY SON!!!! YOU WILL REGRET THIS VIOLET, YOU CAN’T SURVIVE HERE! NO ONE WILL BE FREED!” my plan worked, I guess. She rushed back to her car and drove back to her house.

I lost sight of my fellow peasants. As I continued walking, step son is now on my sight.

“You survived!” He happily jumped to hug me.

“Yes, we survived.” I hugged him back. No time to breakdown, we need to break free.

“I found an exit!” he said. My exhausted body is too weak; he offered his hand and helped me walk.

When we crossed the border of our town, illuminating lights welcomed us. After our eyes were adjusted to the light, we noticed that the New York Time Square is in front of us. How? I looked at Mrs. Carriem’s step son and he looked amazed. He is excitedly saying something to me but I cannot fathom it because of the loud sounds.

Ironic, 4 days ago, battalions of army were marching to quarantine people because of the serious epidemic outbreak. What is happening in our town is totally opposite of it. The plague news how is it over in just for days. I am confused.

I looked at one of the largest billboards and an announcement was flashed “The grandest celebration of Kryptonite 3rd anniversary will happen at Rose Bowl on November 13, 3013.” I can’t be wronged. That can be wronged, I am certain that the date of the longest solar eclipse is March 3, 2033 and it happened today.

When Mrs. Carriem’s step son came back to his senses, he uttered “We are entrapped by the devil’s power. Glad we managed to escape."

“We can now live in peace, no more worries, challenges will just be a piece of cake to—“ I didn’t finish what I’m saying. Mrs. Carriem’s step son crawled towards me. I noticed that his lower body started to decompose. He is weeping. It is visible that he wants to live, really live. I looked at mine, and my body is now half taken by the ground. Tears escaped from my eyes.

Just when I thrive to survive this happened all too late.

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wickedangel276 · 7 years ago

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12/11/17

The cats broke the Christmas tree, knocked it over last night. It sucks. Nathan’s going to try to fix it later, but I kinda doubt it’s fixable.

I feel so much better today as opposed to yesterday. I woke up at 5:AM yesterday, unable to sleep......and it was a long, exhausting day. I just couldn’t function normally. Was asleep before 10 last night, and woke up at 9 today. Sometimes I need 10-12 hours of sleep. I used to get that much sleep all the time. Been trying to fix my sleep problems.. I’m usually asleep around 11, and try to get up between 7-9 or 10. Eventually, i’d like to be able to wake up at 5:30 am and feel AWAKE all day.

I’m doing good with getting my sleep problems fixed, though. If you know me well, you know that i’m a night owl. Most of my life, I would be awake until 2AM, 5AM.....sometimes a night or two of no sleep. I would always sleep late, 1PM, 3PM, later. What kind of a life is that? It’s what I was comfortable with, though. I never thought I could change it.....though I always wanted to. On the rare occasions that I would briefly get my sleep routine on track (always very brief), I felt so much better. And, I find that I could easily be a morning person. lol I’m happier in the morning, when I wake up at a decent time.

I tend to feel more energetic and sometimes get more done, when I wake up in the morning. Not always, there are days when nothing gets done, not going to lie. lol But things are more likely to get done when i’m in the habit of waking up earlier. I’d like to wake up at 7 tomorrow, 8 at the latest. I almost let myself sleep until 10 today, but i’m really trying to scale it back to getting up earlier again.

I do stay tired a lot though. Many days, I find myself looking forward to going to sleep, and it’s an all day thing, counting the hours until I can go to bed. It happens more when I get up later, strangely, but it happens either way. Why do I feel the need to sleep so much? It’s worse when i’m going through a depression, but happens when i’m not depressed sometimes, too.

Depression is something i’ve dealt with my entire life. Since childhood. Insomnia, too. I never had a bedtime as a child. I stayed up as late as my Mom stayed up. And she was up until. 1, 2, 3AM. So, now as an adult, I have to treat myself like a child, give myself a bedtime, wake up time, force myself into a routine.

This entire blog has been about my sleep issues. lol I guess it makes sense, my sleep issues have been a big problem for me, my entire life.

#insomnia #sleep #routine #Christmas tree

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soysaucevictim · 4 years ago

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Week 1 of the new stuff.

Still having some problems with gaming binges... and posting this later than intended.

May 29

I woke up proper around 5PM. (After about 5 hours of sleep...)

After some of the usual

Helped dad with his laundry and made dinner, and did dishes.

It was kind of late for dinner, but I did make a Hello Fresh meal. Sweet chili roasted veg bowls. It was a tasty recipe, encouraged that this dish’s use of sweet potatoes was amenable to dad again. Solidifying my belief that that tuber is a good team-player, not as great a flavor profile lead.

I spent the remaining part of the day/night gaming.

Went to bed late and in the red, but far earlier than yesterday.

May 30

I woke up around 2PM.

I spent my first few hours awake today needing to piece together my entire last week. Definitely a red flag. Definitely unpleasant.

First the DD for 28th. 30 alt arm/leg raises with EC. Just manageable work.

Second, yesterday’s DD. 40 single hip rotations with EC. Breezier one to nail down - did things 20/20.

Third, today’s DD. 40 swipers, without EC. I split this into 2 sets of 20. Energy levels and just how overly warm I feel made it just not happen in any fewer sets today. Pretty brutal/intense. It got pretty sloppy, near the end.

Fourth, Day 1 of the Arms of Steel Program. As it says on the tin, a new arm-centric strength training program that DAREBEE released. I managed Level 3 and cut rest periods down to 30″. It was fairly breezy work, all things considered.

Last, Day 1 of the Agility Challenge. I figured a leg-focused cardio challenge would complement. 3x1′ bounces, 30″ rest. Actually did 3 more shorter sets to chase the stimulation - but I’m sure I won’t probably be up for that as the challenge rolls on. I do so love bouncing. =w=

Spent rest of day and night gaming and whatnot.

... I got to bed at like 1PM tomorrow... yeah.

May 31

I woke up around 2PM again. So essentially a very brief nap.

After some of the usual stuff, attended a family Memorial Day dinner. Went alright, even if there was a silly momentary tenseness in the experience. It did cool off and I had a reasonable amount of fun.

Once back home, spent rest of day gaming. I blamed not doing exercise on sleep deprivation and just getting kinda drained from the preceding stuff.

Went to bed late and in the red, but far earlier than yesterday.

June 1

I woke up around 2PM again... I think?

Another day where I tanked it all into gaming (and some chatting). Yeah. No dice on working out, again.

Went to bed a bit earlier than yesterday, but still in the red.

June 2

I woke up around 3PM.

Pretty shortly after, I knew more catching up with my exercise routine was needed.... definitely a red flag at this point. Got started on that stuff...

First, May 31’s DD. 30 sit-ups with reach with EC (15/15). This was pretty brutal. Especially given that I had a pretty intense headache to work though. But done, somewhat barely.

Second, yesterday’s DD. 1′ squats with EC. I believe I counted a total of 34 reps by the end of it. Doable.

Third, today’s DD. 50 deep cross chops with EC. I think this was a bit more in the middle in terms of intensity. But manageable.

(After getting a bit distracted by dealing with dishes, listening to music, and other stuff...)

Fourth, Day 2 of the AoSP. A push-ups to fatigue day, no specified levels. My numbers were 20-18-16, decided I should ease back up toward my PBs given that my energy levels have been shot to pieces, lately. Only part I really enjoyed was the punches, predictably. :P

Fifth, Day 3 of the AoSP. A timer-based day - mostly holds, no specified levels. A lot breezier to get through than the previous day’s stuff. Generally more enjoyable, too.

Last, Day 2 of the AC. 3x 10 bounces + 1 hop heel click, 30″ rest. A much breezier load than the day prior. I’m thinking that the pure bouncing days are going to be when it gets real.

Last, Day 3 of the AC. 3x1′ bounces, 30″ rest. More intense but also more fun. Like last time, I did a few extra sets of bouncing to chase that stimulation. Still very enjoyable and I consider it to be a nice treat at that!

I went to bed obscenely late... because gaming. But I felt somewhat good that I held off on that until AFTER I did some productive things.

June 3

I woke up around 5PM.

Spent a few hours on the usual stuff, principally more gaming.

I did manage to tear myself away long enough to make a Hello Fresh meal. Beef and red bean chili. Think it’s better than out of the can. Should’ve worn gloves when chopping the jalapeño. Though I personally like that one vegetarian chili I used to make (been contemplating on making it again, soon).

Spent rest of night on the usual gaming shit. An all-nighter.

June 4

After staying up til shy of noon, woke up proper around 5PM.

The first things I did today was make Hello Fresh and did some dishes. The meal was gorgeous greens farro bowls. I found it fairly enjoyable, despite thinking I overcooked the asparagus tips.

I then got going on my exercise stuff, attempting to play a bit more catch-up.

First, yesterday’s DD. 2′ side elbow plank hold without EC. I split things into 40″+40″+20″+20″. I wanted to do the final set as 20″/20″... but my hip complained too much today. Energy just wasn’t there.

Second, today’s DD. 1′ elbow clicks with EC. I counted 71 reps by the end. A bunch more manageable than the previous one.

Third, Day 4 of the AoSP. Level 3, cut rests down to 30″. Relatively breezy work here.

Fourth, Day 5 of the AoSP. Classic calisthenics structure, no levels specified. Happy this was pretty breezy, too.

Fifth, Day 4 of the AC. 3x 10 bounces + 1 hop heel click, <5″ rest. Decided to just string them with minor pauses in between... might just do these days as supersets at this rate. Since it’s a very easy load.

Last, Day 5 of the AC. 3x1′ bounces, 30″ rest. Did a couple extra stim-chasing sets of bouncing again. That being said - been noticing some DOMS-y calves been more noisy lately. Worth it. :,D

Spent an all-nighter gaming again... Just happy I did more productive crap beforehand.

#adventures with fitness #adventures with hello fresh

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chelsorz07 · 7 years ago

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you know it’s not forever

I think I’m gonna stop doing these soon, since it’s been at least a year since I started the series and I have to have repeated some already. But for tonight I have nothing else to do. Also for anyone who actually cares I’m working on a fic...it’s not my first but it will be the first one I finish and publish so keep an eye out in the next couple days, Dean/Cas fans ♥

2010/2018

What's one of your locked text messages? a line from a justin bieber song that sarah sent me haha Don’t have any. This phone doesn’t delete shit apparently. Where is the one boy/girl you want to see the most right now? at this very moment i would grow a left nut just so i could give it away if it gave me the opportunity to kick it with mah weskimo. Texas. Do you think your last ex deserves to die? i don't think about him, one way or the other. I definitely do not think that. He thinks that. And I try to convince him every day that he’s wrong, just like he does for me. Who was the last person you slept in the same bed with? david. Dave but he’s been gone for two weeks. Would you be mad if your best friend dated the person you like? probably, considering the person i like is my boyfriend. If my best friend dated my husband, yeah that’d be an issue. She never would though. She doesn’t even like him as a person lol Is anyone over- protective of you? my parents used to be but i think they've decided to chill for the most part. Nobody cares that much about me. Plans for tomorrow? babysitting, and hopefully walmart to get shirts to tie-dye for the summer set. Laundry, Netflix, hopefully finishing the story I’m writing. I really suck at dialogue. Have you made a mistake in the past week? i make mistakes by the hour. Constantly. I don’t recall a specific one though. Do you know anyone named Joshua? yeppp. A couple. Nobody I’ve spoken to in years. Will you be in a relationship in 4 months? more than likely. I’d like to hope so. If my marriage falls apart in the next four months I will most definitely kill myself. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you? for sure. I’d do it for free. What were you doing at 7:00 AM? sleeping. Watching TWD and playing solitaire on my phone. Do you think you can last in a relationship for six months? it's been almost a year. Oh my god. Do you think two people can last forever? perhaps. I have yet to see it happen. Would you put yesterday on repeat and live it forever? nah. No, yesterday sucked. Work was dead and with nothing to do my feet hurt like hell, even with medical grade compression socks on. Did you ever kiss someone with a tattoo? yeah. Yup. I would never go near that person again. I was 19 and stupid and he was a filthy liar. What did you do today? watched maranda, cleaned up the house a little. that's pretty much it. Slept mostly. Picked up the living room. Watched tv. Looked at real estate listings. Talked to my dad. It was a decent day. Last time you laughed super hard? no idea. i laugh all the time. Can’t remember. I tend not to laugh really hard when I’m alone. Which I usually am. Do you find smoking unattractive? nope. but it sucks being around all my friends who smoke when i quit two and a half months ago. It probably is but I’m a chain smoker so I don’t really care. How many people do you fully trust? haha...well...used to be one. now i'm not sure i can completely trust anyone. Still one. Although the person is different. Nobody will ever have my back as much as my dad does. Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? i doubt it. Um...randos at the Pittsburgh airport. Did anyone call you pretty recently? ehh...don't think so. The last person to call me pretty was me. But Mike agreed so I guess him lol Do you look decent when you wake up? depends how my previous night went. That’s a valid answer. I look shitty without makeup no matter what. If my makeup from the previous day isn’t all fucked up after I sleep then I still look good. Are you afraid of falling in love? no. If I was it’d be way too late. Say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you? i'd probably feel exactly the same way i felt when i woke up from a really bad dream about him yesterday morning. There would be violence involved. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room? um...i don't believe so. I don’t drink anymore. There are a couple bottles of whiskey in my freezer that haven’t been touched in years, that’s about it. when was the last time you were at the beach? never. Still never. Think back to September, were you in a relationship? yep. I’ve been in a relationship for the past eight Septembers. Almost nine. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be? i wouldn't. Last half of 2010, first half of 2011. Do you know anyone with such a terribly annoying voice that you can't even stand? most people. Fucking BARB. A lady I work with. She’s so irritating. I’ve even had customers complain to me about her voice, saying they want me to check them out instead. Who was the last person to give you a hug? maranda. Dave. What was the first thing you thought this morning? aksdfmkaoiewhfjdnf;h. “Wtf time is it?” It was actually almost 3pm. But I don’t go to bed till the morning so. What is something that you disliked about your day? uh. everything. The fact that I was pain free most of the day and now I’m not. Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with a B? How many? nope. Not that I recall.

What about T? How many? no. Nope. What do you currently hear right now? commercials. Carl Grimes. And my cat snoring. Have you ever sent a text to the wrong person? many times. Yep. Awkwardsauce. Who was your last text from? chele. My dad. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up today? no. Nope, just a voicemail from my pharmacy. Would you rather be able to control the weather or control traffic? weather. Ooh...those are my two biggest fears sooo...Idk if I could pick. Are you faster at text messaging or typing on the computer? computer. Computer for sure. Even with Swype. If you won a trip to a nude beach would you go or give the trip away? i wouldn't go that's for sure...but i'd figure out a way to make money off of it. I stand by that. In your opinion which is the stronger emotion: love or hate? love. of course sometimes when i say i hate someone, it's just because i don't know how to tell them i love them. and furthermore, feeling like i hate someone can make me love them even more. Love. I don’t have the energy for hatred anymore. But I’ll never stop loving what I love. Would you rather sleep for 3 days, or stay awake for 3 days? sleeeeeeeep. Honestly...I don’t know now. I do love my sleep. And I’m lucky to do it for three hours at a time, let alone three days. But I’m also the world’s biggest night owl and am most productive when I should be sleeping. What time did you go to sleep last night? 5am this morning. Like 9am? I don’t remember. When was the last time you had starbucks? never have, never will. I broke my vow and had it exactly one time, a couple years ago. But I refuse to pay five dollars for coffee ever again. Timmy Ho’s and Sheetz are better and half the price. If you were granted one wish, what would you wish for? i don't believe in wishes. Money. What's the tenth text in your inbox say? "is nellie home?" from my mom. “I’m just happy you actually did something about it. Suppose I should return the favor and look into this now.” From Dave, about our respective health issues. Did you stand on your tippy-toes when you had your last kiss? for some reason i always do, even though he's only an inch taller than i am. I must have broken that habit somewhere along the way, because no, I didn’t. Do you like the same person you did a month ago? i've liked the same person for two years. That will never change. Would it be weird if the last person you kissed called you? yeah, cuz he's at work. and he almost never actually calls. He doesn’t call unless something is wrong. Kissed somebody whose name starts with a C T D or J? d. First name D, last name C, middle name J. All different people. Do you ever think about the past? i think about past, present, and future. Always. Do you believe exes can be friends? sometimes. They most certainly can. Do you currently have a hickey, if so where? i've never had one. Only guy who ever gave me a hickey was a complete tool and I only liked him for his southern accent. He came along a few months after the last time I took this survey, when I was on the rebound. Last night you felt? meh. Bored and in pain. What's your favorite thing to do when you're bored? play solitaire. Read fanfic or watch Youtube. In the past 72 hours have you been under the influence? yup. I haven’t. It’s been months since I even drank a beer. Does anyone know your password besides you? no. Dave knows a couple of them. What're you wearing right now? pajamas and a hoodie. Lilo & Stitch pajama pants, Supernatural Day 2017 shirt. The Hot Topical makes a lot of money from me. What were you doing when you found out Michael Jackson was dead? don't know, don't care. i never liked michael jackson. That. Do you want to see somebody right now? yes. Several people. When's the last time you cried? daily. Um...a couple days ago at work because I was in pain. And probably the same day because I was watching Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life and it always makes me cry. Would you rather sing or dance in front of 100,000 people? i'd do both. I don’t want to do anything in front of that many people. But I could sing better than I could dance. Would it be more likely of you to fail Science or Math? both. I sucked at both. I was strictly an English and Art kinda gal. Will you regret your next kiss? no. they're so few and far between i can't regret them. not that i would anyway. No way in hell. I relish the ones I can get. Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? yeah but he doesn't ever seem to care. All the time. Everything makes me cry. Next time you will kiss someone on the lips? hopefully i'll get to see him tonight or tomorrow night when he gets done working, since i won't see him on his day off this week. Sometime between the hours of 4 and 7am next Thursday. Your boyfriend buys you flowers, you say? he's not that stupid. he knows i hate flowers. Still true, except he’s my husband now. Do you understand football? understand it and love it. The fooseball is life. I’m so freaking excited for the draft tomorrow. Is the last person you kissed mad at you? he'd have to care to be mad. Our last conversation was about travel and home buying so probably not. The person you have the strongest feelings for dies, do you care? shut up. i'm terrified of that more than anything, because he seems to like to do dumb shit that could get him killed. and i've been having tons of dreams about it lately. What the hell kind of question is that? I’m not a sociopath. Think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them in a car? yes. Our first kiss was in a car. Well not the first kiss but that’s what we spent the entire rest of that night doing lol...There have been many car kisses since then as well. Have you kissed more than ten people this year? one person. Just one. Would you ever date someone who was gorgeous but they had a conceited attitude? no. looks don't matter as much as personality. I didn’t know he was conceited at the time but no, I never would again. Like I said, dude was a tool. If someone called you a bitch would you be offended? more like proud. I AM a bitch. I own it. Do you know a few people that smoke weed? a few? i know less people who DON'T smoke weed. Everybody smokes weed anymore. Except like my parents. Was this the best summer of your life? it hasn't happened yet. but last summer was the best so far. For the record, the summer of 2010 was the worst of my life. And last summer was really good for the sole reason of my birthday week, where I met All Time Low and got to spend it back home with my family and friends. Do you think relationships are even worth it? some are. Hope so. Medicine, fine arts, or law? arts. Same. Have you been through driver's ed yet? safety ed...like six years ago. i still don't have my license though. We didn’t have “driver’s ed”. Safety ed was like six weeks of basics but there was never any practice driving or anything like that. I didn’t get my license till I was almost 23. What do you think about people who party a lot? i think i want to be invited? If they’re my age, they need to grow the hell up. If they’re my sister’s age, I’m sure most of them will get sick of it eventually like I did. When was the last time you dyed your hair? almost a year ago...i've been really lazy with it lately. A little over a month ago? It’s orange with black ombre. I like the concept but next time I’m getting it done professionally. Is there a movie you've seen countless times? more than one. Several. I tend to watch most things I like over and over again instead of watching new things. What do you need to go shopping for? i need to stop shopping. Haha...that’s a good answer. But I do need some more compression socks. Have you ever read Twilight? no. Yes, and dammit, I liked it. I still curse myself for that. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about? yeah. Nah, I’ll talk about anything. I’m pretty self-centered. If Britney Spears came to your town, would you go see her concert? hell yes i love her. I’d be there with bells on. Meet anybody new this week? nope. but i'm going to on wednesday. Idk if customers at work count. I don’t leave my house unless it’s for that. Do you dislike anyone at this moment in time? everyone. Yeah, the cunt that thought it’d be cool to cheat on her boyfriend with my best friend and then screw him over as well. Any up coming events you're excited about? the concert on wednesday, and my birthday. Going home next week and house shopping. Does anyone hate you? sure. I guess so. Don’t matter to me.

#not spn #personal #about me #bring back myspace surveys 2k18 #i do what i want

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freespirityouth-blog · 7 years ago

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SECRET ADMIRE

"Move to your right a bit... Ahaa good. Tilt your head to your left hand side... wow perfect! You are a pro in this!" ordered Kai while throwing compliments here and there as he took photos of his favorite model, Krystal. The beautiful lady in a red dress smiled in satisfaction as she professionally did her pauses. Who wouldn't be pleased when complimented by such a handsome young man?

Kai couldn't help but smile throughout the photo shoot session. The woman he has adored for so long was right In front of him.

Krystal is a great model whose company is "SM Ent" who is very proud of her since she has been bringing in great profits compared to the other models in their company. She is in her second year since she started working.

Her great beauty and professional skills has been gaining a lot of recognition lately. Due to this, many companies request to have her on their magazine's covers. So there she was, shooting for CeCi magazine.

Soon, it was all over. Jongin sat at a distant while admiring Krystal who was talking to her manager. He wanted to look at her all day. He finally got the chance to take close up photos of her, and see each and every aspect of her beauty... And that smile of hers, made more charming with the red lipstick she had on, she looked simply gorgeous. Before leaving the studio, she turned to face him then flashed him her pretty smile.

"Thank you for your hard work, annyeong", she waved as she made her way out.

"My pleasure….", he smiled while waving back.

Few seconds later, he drifted into his own world as he went on a mini flashback ride of how he first met this girl, how long he has been stalking her since then and how he secretly took photos of her from afar. It was three years ago when the two met along the busy roads of Seoul. Krystal was from the Green Grocery all by herself, heading towards the bus station. She had a rough time crossing the road since she was carrying three packs full of vegetables. Kai spotted her at a distance and immediately went to help her out.

After crossing the road safely, he stood with her at the bus station until the one taking her home's route made its stop there. Once she got in, Kai got in too despite the fact that he was supposed to take a different route. He got in with the intension of wanting to know where she lived. Before He could realize it, he started stalking the girl and his feelings for her grew day by day. As for her, she forgot what he even looked like right after she was helped with her luggage. She thought it was just some gentle man who wanted to help her out, not knowing the exact thing which drove that guy into helping her.

Right now, he'd be lying if he says that what he has for her is just a crush.

"Jongin, can you process the negatives since the pictures are due for the cover..."

"Sure, I'm on my way Sir", Jongin slightly bowed to his manager before heading to the company's Photo development room to produce the pictures he just took.

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It was 7am in the morning. Krystal was already awake, preparing herself to go to work. She had a lot of stuff to do on that day... Shooting sessions with different magazines, almost three actually. Her morning schedule was packed but luckily, she was free in the afternoon. She was due to the company by 8am but woke up very early in the morning, as early as 5am. Actually, she couldn't sleep the whole night... Something was disturbing her. And it was that handsome CeCi magazine photographer.

It has been two days since she had her CeCi photoshoot. The following day right after the photoshoot, as she was sitting on a bench of a nearby park at night, she spotted that guy taking photos of her from far while carefully hiding behind a tree. Why is he doing this? What are his intensions? She wondered but pretended as if she didn't see him. She thought she might be in danger if she alerted him at that time hence needs to think of a better plan. She had no idea who he was. Therefore, she couldn't help fear for her safety. And because of that, she couldn't sleep well in the past two days. I must know what's behind his actions she thought while picking up her cellphone and dialing her manager's phone number.

Later that day in the afternoon, Jongin received a call from SM manager.

"Actually, Mrs. Jung specifically asked for you to take photos of her for a personal photo book which she wishes to produce. She said she liked your photographing skills... ",Jongin was dumbfounded upon hearing the manager's statement. Why would she specifically ask for me? He thought as images of Krystal pausing while he took pictures of her flashed before his eyes.

"Mr. Kim, are you there? ", asked the manager since Jongin was silent."Or, are you busy today? ", he added.

Jongin wasn’t busy, neither was he going to let such a golden chance slip off his fingers.

"No I'm not, so what time does she want me there? ", he asked. Excitement was evident in his voice.

"Come at 3pm"

Jongin looked at his wrist watch.

"Two hours from now and I'll be right there at SM", he replied.

Two hours later, Jongin was seated in the manager's office impatiently waiting for Krystal. He told him to wait there and ordered his secretary to call her. Soon, someone knocked the door

"Come in", said the manager and the door flew open revealing a beautiful Krystal dressed in a pretty black dress which reached her knees.

"Annyeong", she greeted while slightly bowing at the two who greeted her back. Upon standing straight, her eyes settled on Jongin and something didn't seem right in her expression. Jongin noticed that there was a hint of disappointment in the pretty lady's face but soon she had her adorable smile back.

"So, let’s get going", she said to Jongin who stood up and followed her to where he was supposed to take her photos. She was styled casually and the room where the photo shoot was to take place was decorated as per a house setting. She did her poses while sitting on a couch, following every order given to her by Jongin. They were alone in that room. She requested the assistants to leave them once the setting was done.

"So what's the purpose of this personal Photo book you are shooting for", asked Jongin as he snapped pictures of her.

"Just for fun, and have memories of the beautiful me once my beauty is gone. At least I can show them to my kids and grandchildren in future", she chuckled.

Kai looked at her and smiled.

"Your beauty can never fade away", he wanted to say that out loud but chose to smile instead.

"Why do you stalk me? ", she asked out of the blue while the photo shoot process was still on. Kai paused for a moment and looked up at her. She had a cold expression on her face.

"I saw you the day before yesterday... You even took pictures of me while I was at the park close to my house", she added.

Realizing that he was caught, Kai resumed to his work before talking. All these years He stalked her perfectly, what has suddenly happened? Was he too absorbed in her beauty that he couldn't be careful enough?

"I did that for personal reasons... " He answered.

"I believe that I have the right to know these personal reasons of yours since my privacy is involved. You know that I would have made a big deal out of what you did but chose to end things smoothly. I called you and paid you for your work today because I wanted to know what was behind your actions and to stop you peacefully", she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"You sure you wanna know what's behind them? " he asked. "Yes", it was clear in her eyes that she demanded an answer right away. Jongin stood up and handed her his business card. "If you wanna know, then visit me in my personal studio. And if you want me to stop then don't worry, so long as you asked for it, I promise to never invade your privacy again", with that, he left a confused Krystal on the couch.

"Can't you just tell me here why you did it? ", she asked once he had reached the door.

"I suck at explaining my intensions... I prefer communicating with actions", he said and exited the room.

That night Krystal couldn't sleep. Her problem was solved... He promised not to ever take her pictures but something in her heart wanted to know why he did so.

"There is saying which goes 'curiosity killed the cat', so you better forget about it. You have no idea what that guy wants from you... And why would he ask you to visit him in his personal studio where you two will be alone? ", warned her bestie, Luna, to whom Krystal seek advice from before going home.

He doesn't look bad... But I can't trust him. I barely know him she thought. She didn't sleep for the remaining hours since her insides kept boiling, demanding to know what's behind Jongin's actions.

The following day, when she thought enough was enough, she decided to pay him a visit at his personal studio. She knew that her decision might lead to something bad happening, but the unanswered questions disturbed her a lot. Also, there was something inside her which assured her that she can trust him.

"Hello, This is Kim Jongin speaking", she heard his voice from the other end as soon as he picked up her call.

"Hi... It's me... Krystal. Actually, I'm right outside your studio.. Are you there", she replied while stammering.

"Oh, yeah I'm in"

"Sorry for not informing you earlier... "

"Nah, don't worry... It's fine".

Nervously, she went to the front door and knocked. The studio was just a simple building, more like a shop. Soon, Jongin opened for her and welcomed her in.

"Have a seat", he said as he dragged a chair for her to sit on. She sat and soon started studying the environment she was in. The studio seemed like it has only two rooms and a washroom. Apart from the one she was in, there was a door right In front of her leading to another room. The place wasn't small, neither was it too big... Its size was just perfect. Different photographing equipment were arranged in the shelves which were present in that room.

"So, tell me why you were stalking me", she asked as soon as he took a seat In front of her.

"Follow me", he smiled as he got up. Krystal hesitated to do as he said.

"Don’t worry, I won't bite", he chuckled.

Krystal smiled as she went after him. Together, they went to the room Krystal initially saw, whose door was closed. When he opened it, it seemed too dark and once more Krystal hesitated to enter. Kai laughed as he switched ON the lights. It was his Development room, where he processes negatives into pictures. Krystal got in once the lights were on.

She was surprised with what she saw inside. There were lots of photos hanged in that room. What touched her was the fact that all the photos in there were hers. She even spotted photos of herself when she was still a university student.

"All this... Are my photos!" she exclaimed.

"You have been talking my photos since I was a University student", she added in a soft tone as she admired the photos hanged above her.

"That's what happens when guy falls for a girl but can't ask her out...", he chuckled.

"And why couldn't you ask her out? " she asked, feeling guilty of having doubted him earlier.

"Which popular model would wish to date a simple photographer? You must be wishing to date an actor... or a popular kpop star maybe... " he answered, trailing off the last sentence.

"That's my reason. You may go now", he said after what seemed like 5 minutes of complete silence.

He faced the floor, listening to her footsteps as she went towards the door. Soon, the door was closed.

"She's gone", he thought as he sighed... only to look up and find her standing next to the door.

"So she went there to close the door, not to leave", he questioned himself while looking at her who was glaring at him.

"Won't you even try asking her out now that you have the chance to?! " she said.

Jongin stood up and walked closer to her. "Will you be my girlfriend?" he asked while looking directly into her dark brown eyes.

She stared back at him, absorbing his handsome features before tiptoeing to peck his cheek.

"Does that answer your question?" she asked, still having her gaze locked with his.

Jongin couldn't help but smile at her.

"Thank you", he said softly as he pulled her into his embrace, planting a kiss on her forehead. They stayed in that position for a while before pulling away from the hug. Actually, Jongin wanted to hug her all day... and she felt comfortable in that position. She then moved away and went towards the door.

"When you are ready to take me out, just call me... I know you saved my number when I called you earlier today", she chuckled.

"You are one clever girl, bye dear"

"Bye", she said softly before walking out of the studio, leaving Jongin behind frozen on his spot.

"Is this real? Or am I dreaming? ", he pinched his cheeks then laughed at his own reaction.

#fanfiction #assignment #romance #love

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decouvrir-le-monde · 7 years ago

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I got a window seat on my 3 hour flight from Taipei to Hanoi

My 20 hour travel day ended yesterday at 9am Vietnam time. The flight was long and I was tired at the end, but also happy to have arrived. I was met at the airport by a family friend, Ms. Ha and her colleague. As we drove the 35 minutes into the city, we passed big expanses of green in between the roads. And amidst these were workers, wearing traditional rice paddy hats—but whether they were harvesting rice or just maintaining the plants, I don’t know. We made some conversation at first, but eventually the English conversation faded and Ms. Ha and her friend began talking. That drive to the apartment was quite an introduction to the city of Hanoi, watching the bright signs and motorcycles pass by inches from our car, while the sounds of honking and animated Vietnamese conversation washed over me.

I should mention that driving in Hanoi is very different from in the States—you drive with one hand on the wheel and the other on the horn. Honking is a constant, lanes are ignored, and red lights are a suggestion. The roads are teeming with motorcycles. But what seemed at first like chaos is actually a very well choreographed dance. Everyone drives very precisely, and maneuvers around each other expertly. There are conventions to driving in Hanoi, and while they don’t coincide with the laws, as long as you follow them, you are just as safe.

photo taken from the back of a motorcycle

The apartment is in a very tall, multi-purpose building. We rode the elevator up 24 floors to get there, and then for the first time I met my family for the next two months.

My host mom smiled and immediately hugged me. Ms. Ha introduced me to the two housekeepers who smiled warmly. My 14 year old host brother and my host dad were at school and work but I would meet them soon. I was showed my room, where I found that beautiful window seat that’s pictured in the thumbnail for this post.

view from my bedroom window

Including me, it’s a seven person household: my two host parents, my two host brothers (a 14 year old and a nine month old), and two live-in housekeepers who cannot be described as anything but part of the family. Also staying with them during the day is their 6 year old niece, Kitty. Both the kids are very shy, but extremely sweet and smiling. And while neither of the housekeepers speak any English, but they are very nice, and we can mime to communicate fairly well.

I had a shower, changed, brushed my teeth, FaceTimed my parents, and then it was time for lunch.

My introduction to real Vietnamese food looked like this: two kinds of grilled tofu (my favorite!), a flavorful egg dish, soup broth, bite sized pieces of meat, stuffed and boiled vegetables, and bananas. These individual dishes decorated the middle of the table while small fist-sized bowls of rice were placed at each seat. It’s eaten family-style—you take pieces of the dishes with your chopsticks and put it on your rice to eat it.

first time eating a lychee nut

family lunch

Their 14 year old son, named Son, was drinking water with his meal, and I asked where I could get water. After some confusion about whether the water was tap water or safe (tap water in Vietnam isn’t potable until you boil it), I sat back down with my well-earned glass. My host father, Mr. Hai, remarked ‘you do the same thing as Son, drink water while eating.’ I learned that in Vietnam this is very unusual, you usually drink after dinner.

The housekeepers sat to eat at one end of the table near the rice cooker in order to refill the rice bowls as we finished them. I had read that it is expected and polite that you finish all the food you’re given, but every time I would finish my rice, it was promptly refilled, even despite my protests. My host mom explained ‘She wants to feed you because she likes you!’.

Eventually I professed my fullness and was instead given only a small amount of rice as a last portion. Looking around, I realized that in order to show that you are done eating, you lay your chopsticks across the middle of your empty bowl. For the next meals, that was very good to know.

As we were eating, they kept offering me different dishes on the table. Wanting me to feel at home, they were telling me to eat whatever I want. I graciously ate what they offered, and at one point, Ms. Yen pulled open a small drawer in the dinner table and pulled out a piece of paper. On it was written this: “Bi mai get”. My heart filled up. I didn’t want to correct their pronunciation; it was clearly a phrase they had all practiced and learned especially for my arrival. Even without the ’s’ in ‘guest’, the phrase had the same effect; I felt very welcome and happy.

After lunch, everyone drifted away, either to the couches to watch a bit of TV or to their rooms before going back to work or school. I went into my room to rest after a very long day of travel. Ms. Yen offered to bring me down to the office of their company, but I was exhausted and just wanted to rest for a little while.

While sitting on my bed, watching YouTube videos to try to stay awake, my door opened slightly, and their niece Kitty timidly slipped in. I said hello and tried to engage her in conversation. I asked what her favorite color was, but she shyly stayed silent. After prompting her with different colors, I learned it was red. Her favorite kind of tea is brown tea. She didn’t speak a lot of English, but she could understand more and she knew colors and simple sentences and nouns. I learned that her favorite animals are cats, and she has three white cats at home. I showed her pictures of my cats and she seemed to like that. Eventually, I ran out of questions, and asked if she wanted to color. She was very excited by that, and she went to go get her pencil. I showed her the colored pencils that I brought, and she started drawing a girl with a long skirt.

Kitty’s drawing

Soon it was time for Kitty to go home, and I promised we would finish later.

A few hours later, Ms. Yen asked if I wanted to come to the store with her. I love going to the grocery store in different countries, it’s always so interesting and different from home. And VinMart certainly was. The supermarket is actually in the same complex as the apartment, you take the elevator down 24 levels, and then 3 more in a different elevator, to reach the basement level.

There, I was greeted by restaurants (including one American diner), kiosks, and a huge store selling produce, meat, packaged foods, toiletries, paper products, cleaning supplies, and clothing. Basically anything you would every need. she said I could get anything I wanted, but one of the only things I could identify were oranges—so that’s what I got. As I picked out my oranges, she turned to me and said ‘You can get anything, you are my daughter’. I couldn’t help but smile. They are very welcoming.

Other than my oranges, we mostly just bought produce: carrots, green Vietnamese oranges, bananas, and a lot of other fruit and vegetables I’d never seen before. There was one fruit in particular that confused me–a big green lumpy thing. She figured out how ripe it was by shaking it like a rattle, and listening to the pit inside shake around, before choosing three to buy. My job quickly became to bring bags of fruit to the weighing station, where an employee would weigh and put a tag on it.

As we walked around the store, she asked for help with her vocabulary, as she would point out different items, and ask what they are called. I carried the groceries up as she pushed the stroller, and we unpacked our groceries.

When it was time to make dinner, I asked if I could help, and the housekeeper, Ms. Thuy, showed me how to boil some of the veggies. As she cooked the rest of the food, I boiled carrots and cabbage, stirring with very large cooking chopsticks.

Soon after dinner, I collapsed into bed and slept for 11 hours. Since then, I’ve been sleeping at the right times, but it has been difficult not to fall asleep at 3pm my time (which is 1am PST).

When I woke up the next morning at about 8am, everyone but the housekeepers had already gone to work or school. I learned that weekdays in Vietnam are Mondays through Saturday mornings.

When I had first arrived, Ms. Yen had shown me the breakfast cabinet: individual packages of instant noodle soup. And sure enough, when I got up in the morning, Ms. Thuy offered me some. I smiled and said ‘thank you’ in Vietnamese, and when I came back from brushing my teeth, she had made a bowl for me. Hot noodle soup for breakfast is not my usual, but it was very yummy, and she added two eggs which made it feel a little less foreign.

breakfast soup

At about 9:30 in the morning, Ms. Ha came to the apartment to bring me downstairs and introduce me to some people in the office. She was also going to take me to get a SIM card. The Binh Minh offices are in the same building as the apartment, so it was just an elevator ride away. When we got there, we removed our shoes, and went into the offices. I was struck by this barefoot office; it was a scene I’m not used to. People dressed in nice business clothes, working intently on computers, with bare feet. This, I like.

I had mentioned to Ms. Ha that I wanted to learn a bit of Vietnamese while I’m here, and she introduced me to the teacher who teaches Vietnamese lessons every Tuesday. She was very kind. Then, we went into Ms. Yen’s office, and she asked if I wanted to go on the upcoming school field trip to Halong Bay (one of the Seven Wonders). I’d been trying to figure out a way to get myself there, so I’m very excited. There are about 120 students going and 90 foreign English teachers.

After we were done at the offices, Ms. Ha handed me a helmet and took me downstairs to her motorcycle in the garage. My first motorcycle ride! After having watched the traffic patterns from the car on the ride from the airport, I was nervous. But surprisingly, after just a few minutes, I stopped being scared. Ms. Ha had control, and I trusted her. What had looked risky from a car, felt normal on the motorcycle. Sometimes it was scary turning left or entering and exiting traffic. But she was experienced, and we made it without incident, I got my SIM card (and some cash from an ATM) and we came back to the apartment.

After reading a little bit, I decided I was done being cooped up in the house, so I took a walk around the neighborhood. Crossing streets was still scary, so I would wait until a local was crossing at the same time, to let them shield me from oncoming traffic. That being said, I still decided not to cross too many, so I circled in a two block wide radius.

Eventually, I sat on a bench and just watched the cars and motorcycles and pedestrians go by. A couple meters away from me was a woman with a large cart of coconuts. From time to time, a well-dressed businessperson would come along and she would drill a hole in the coconut, stick a straw in it, and give it to them to drink. And then, when I was lucky, I would get to watch a couple pedestrians cross the street and disappear into the oncoming traffic and then miraculously reappear alive and well on the other side.

I came back to the apartment, ate a yummy family dinner with hot rice paper rolls, and then Mr. Hai asked if I wanted to take a walk with him and Son.

hot rice paper rolls–yummm

We went out, Son riding his motorcycle on the sidewalks, and we ventured much farther than I had on my own. When we came back, I was once again exhausted, so I showered, brushed my teeth, and collapsed right back into bed.

Day 2: Bi Mai Get My 20 hour travel day ended yesterday at 9am Vietnam time. The flight was long and I was tired at the end, but also happy to have arrived.

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