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soyouthinkucanwrite · 3 years ago

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July 2nd - Daniel Ricciardo

Based on New Year's Day by Taylor Swift and this request by @spikejonzed

Fluffly, mentions of sex, banter, nothing graphic.

BTW, I don't know how I've never paid attention to this song, it's so so beautiful and honest. I've thought about this concept before though: the "Sunday afternoon effect", when all the excitement of the weekend wears off and you're just hanging out with your friends, laughing about silly stuff, or cleaning up the house after the party. The thing is, the friends that stay till then are the ones you wanna hold on to, and the same goes for lovers. I feel kind of bad... well not BAD but you know, must be hard... when you're famous and rich, to recognize the good ones from the beginning before you give yourself too much away and it's too late.

To be honest with you guys, I think Daniel must feel a bit lonely sometimes. We all do, but to think that people are only interested in you for your fame and money must be tough... something you worked so hard, that you keep dedicating your life to, to think that that thing is the reason for your heartbreak, to your loneliness... It's a two-edged sword, isn't it? Anyway, I wrote this little something with Daniel in mind, hope you guys like it. Hope he finds someone to be like this someday. Hell, hope I find someone to be like this someday. I think everyone deserves that.

Daniel woke up in his bed, no shoes, but jeans and party shirt still on. The light coming through the windows, shining directly on his face, threatening to make his headache even worse. He let out a groan and turned to the side. There's someone on his bed with him. Shit. He just remembered. Last night was the first time he was introducing (y/n) to his friends. His birthday "small get together" (or at least that's what it was supposed to be) was the perfect opportunity for testing the waters and giving the "next step" without making too much fuss about it, after all, they've only been going out for a couple months and with his tight schedule it meant a lot of facetime calls and weekends, but almost no weekdays and routine stuff.

Yet, he was absolutely smitten with her, she was fun and easygoing, passionate about her own work and friends, but still caring and interested in him. They had amazing chemistry, mind-blowing even. But Daniel had lived enough to know that hanging out with someone on the weekends and knowing their best side was one thing, living through daily and mundane stuff was a completely different thing. Where this could go was still a mystery to him and he didn't want to raise too many expectations before he was sure. Still, she looked so beautiful sleeping, a true vision. He tried to remember if something had happened last night, but judging by his clothes still on, and hers as well, he guessed not. As if on cue, she smiled, with her eyes still closed.

"Stop being creepy" she said smiling. "I can feel you watching me sleep"

"You're not even asleep anymore" he smiled and she opened her eyes. He was taken back by her eyes staring directly into his.

"Still creepy though" she laughed, getting closer to him. He held her and they stayed like that for a while.

"Are you ok?" he asked her.

"What do you mean?

"Aren't you hungover, or sick?" he asked again and she laughed.

"Not at all. I have this really weird superpower, you know, I don't get hungover. Ever, actually" she laughed.

"I don't believe you. I have the headache"

"No, it's true. We did drink a lot yesterday, though" she commented.

"Yeah, well, welcome to having Australian friends. No such thing as light drinking with those guys" he laughed but grimaced at the pain in his brain.

"I'll get you something"

"Huh?"

"For the pain" she explained getting up from the bed.

After a while she returned with a pill and a glass of water, passing them to him.

"Thank you, baby" he took the glass, finishing it. "Come back to bed now"

"Your house... like, I'm not even sure if I should tell you to take a look or just pack your essentials and abandon it" she smiled.

"Uhh" he groaned. "I'll call someone later"

"Like a constructor with a wrecking ball?" she laughed.

"It can't be that bad"

"It's bad" she started. "But we can manage it" He looked at her intrigued. "After a shower" she pulled his hand. "Join me?"

"If I ever say no to that question, just put me in an asylum" he said. "I need a kiss though, as motivation" he smirked.

"Noo... I have morning breath"

"What? Me too" he said pulling her down and kissing her anyway. "Uh, no. You're right. Yours is worst" he said laughing while getting up and walking into the bathroom.

"Asshole!" she laughed following him.

They stripped and got into the shower, taking turns in letting the water run through their bodies.

"Come here" Daniel said, putting some body wash in his hands and spreading them over (y/n) body.

"Hum... this feels nice" she said.

"You're so beautiful" he said kissing her shoulder.

"You're so wasted" she laughed lightly.

"Hey! I'm sober. I'm just too tired. Give me a couple hours to recover, and I'll claim my birthday privileges"

"Birthday privileges? It's not even your birthday anymore" she laughed.

"Okay, but first, it's the weekend of, and second, I didn't get any time alone with you yesterday"

"Fair. And what will be your requests, may I ask?" she asked teasingly.

"Humm... you're so creative" he said kissing her. "I'm sure we'll think of something"

They finished the shower after a while, enjoying each other's company and the comfortable silence.

"Did anyone crashed here?" (y/n) asked when they were stepping out of the shower.

"I have no idea" Daniel answered. "I just remembered going to take a nap and waking up this morning. Shit, we didn't... did we?" (y/n) laughed out loud at that.

"Wow! Really, Dan?"

"We did not. I would've remembered"

"Good save. Such a gentleman" she laughed.

"I drank way too much. Sorry. Don't be mad"

"It's fine. I'm messing with you, I don't remember anything either. To be honest, I don't even remember joining you on your 'nap'" she said making air quotes.

"We're the worst hosts" he said getting out of the bathroom and going into the closet to get some clothes.

(y/n)'s heart swelled at the thought of hosting a party with Daniel. There was something so intimate about that statement, so homey.

"You want a shirt?" Daniel asked from the other room, waking her up from her daydream.

"Yeah, sure" she took the shirt, some underwear, and some sweats. Then brushed her wet hair and looked in the mirror. Not a trace of makeup left. She sighed thinking about how falling into a routine with Daniel meant letting the barriers down.

"Alright, snap out of it" she said to herself, getting out of the bathroom and walking outside, to the living room where Daniel was standing rubbing his neck and looking around.

"This is bad" he said when he saw her joining him. There were empty beer bottles and cups all around the living room and balcony, pizza boxes (with half-eaten slices left behind) in the coffee table, party decorations hanging from the ceiling, and the kitchen was even worse, with liquid spilled on the ground and bottles everywhere. There was glitter all over the floor and the couch - someone had brought some of those party poppers, which looked so much fun yesterday, but no so much now. But the best part was the polaroids, left all over the house with the craziest poses.

"Pack your stuff, we're deserting this goddam hellhole" he said and she knew he was joking, he said that about everywhere, but she still shook her head and rolled her eyes, picking a polaroid photo from the ground.

"Everyone had so much fun" she showed it to him. "I loved meeting your friends"

He took the photo from her hand, it was one where (y/n) was sitting on the couch with two of his buddies from Australia, making funny faces while holding cups. He remembered the moment because he was the one who took the photo.

"How's the headache?" she asked him.

"Almost gone"

"Good. So you don't have an excuse. Move your ass, where are the trash bags?" she laughed going into the kitchen.

"Hey! That was very sneak of you" he laughed but followed her anyway.

They spent the next hour collecting bottles, vacuuming glitter, and just cleaning the whole house. Daniel complained the whole time, but in truth, he was very glad to have her there. Sure, he could just ignore the whole mess and hire someone on Monday to clean everything (he probably would still do that anyway, for the heavy cleaning like bathrooms), but it was really nice of her to just stick around, seeming unbothered by the housework. When she finished tying the last trash bag and putting it on the entry hallway she flopped on the couch besides Daniel, who had called it a day some good 10 minutes ago.

"Done?" he asked her.

"I feel like punching you for asking me that" she answered playing annoyed. He lifted his hand in defense.

"What? I did my part!"

"Men" she shook her head. "I'm surprised you haven't complained about being hungry yet"

"Well, I'm starving! Was just waiting to suggest going out, or ordering in"

"Ordering in, please. I don't want to get off this couch any time soon"

Daniel got his phone out to order some food. It was almost noon, so he thought about something like pasta, some carbs would be nice right now. Then he felt (y/n)'s head drop on his shoulder, her hand caressing his arm. It was such a sweet gesture, so understated, he just stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

"What?" she looked at him.

"I'm really glad you're here. Thank you"

"It's nothing" she smiled.

"I don't mean the cleaning. Well, that too. But just, thank you for being you and wanting to hang out with me, you know, after the party"

"I'll always wanna hang out with you, partying or cleaning bottles" she said and leaned in to kiss him. "Happy birthday old man" this made him smile through the kiss.

"Thank you, young lady" he said still smiling. "Let's feed you now, yeah?"

"Please! Let's get some carbs on this house!" she smile.

"Hey, guys!" (y/n) and Daniel looked up to see Luke, one of Daniel's buddies walking out of the guest bedroom.

"Dude! I didn't know you were here" Daniel laughed.

"Yeah, just woke up. Definitely wasn't hiding in the bedroom waiting for the cleaning end to get out" he grinned making (y/n) and Daniel laugh.

"You know what? Just for that, you're going downstairs to pick up the food when it gets here, and taking out the trash!" (y/n) teased him, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.

Daniel just observed while his friend and his girlfriend joked and laughed. He thought about how right now he was enjoying a feeling of contempt that wasn't really natural or much appreciated by professional athletes, but this time felt right to indulge in it. He felt safe like someone's got him, finally. He took (y/n) hand on his and squeezed it three times, he knew this was already a good thing, something to last. She looked at him, she knew exactly what he meant.

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ppangjae · 4 years ago

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made to fall in love | one

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SUMMARY. Seoul’s finest 30 under 30. The country’s youngest billionaire. 2019’s richest bachelor. But of all the women he could go after, he goes after.. her?

GENRE. fluff and angst + ceo!jaehyun (someone stop me) + nerd!reader + enemies to lovers!au + long lost friend!au

WORD COUNT. 2.2k+ words

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, swearing, and tons of bickering!

author’s note. a new day, a new update! here she is! also i just wanted to let you know that this series is inspired and based off of the kdrama she was pretty! so if you come across a part in the series that reminds you of this kdrama, it’s because it’s inspired by it :-)

ONE. gold • it feels so gold, so gold

Sixteen year old Jaehyun ran so that present day Jaehyun could walk. If present day Jaehyun told sixteen year old Jaehyun what his life would be in the future, little Jaehyun would never believe him. Even until this day, he still can’t believe it.

Seoul’s finest 30 under 30. The country’s youngest billionaire. 2019′s richest bachelor. Jaehyun is all of those things and he worked hard for them. Those things didn’t come to him on a gold plate nor was it fed to him with a gold spoon. They came to him as products of his hard work.

His eyes flutter open at the sound of the pilot’s voice, announcing that the private jet will be landing soon. As he gets up, he rubs his eyes and opens the blinds to look out the window. The skies are a bright blue on this lovely morning, he thinks to himself. He overlooks the city of Seoul and lets out a groan. Just the sight of office and corporate buildings make him wish his vacation was a bit longer.

“I know, I miss Singapore too.” He glances to his right to see Johnny waking up from his nap. He chuckles, chucking his neck pillow straight into his face. Johnny blocks the attack right on time.

“Do we really have a choice?” Jaehyun sighs. “We have to go back to our busy lives and build a bigger empire.”

“You make it seem like you’re the king of a huge city.” Johnny rolls his eyes. “Please don’t ever say that again. It doesn’t make you look cool. It doesn’t make us look cool.”

“You know what’s cool?” Jaehyun quirks an eyebrow at Johnny. He points at a huge building in the middle of the city. Surrounding the huge building are small company buildings, entertainment companies, law firms, etc. Johnny looks out the window and spots what his best friend is pointing at. “We own that.”

“No,” Johnny shakes his head. “You own that.”

BREAKING NEWS: Jung Jaehyun tops richest bachelor for a third consecutive year.

“Wow. You’re telling me that he’s your childhood friend?”

You and your roommate, Mark, are sitting in front of the TV. You’re both huddled around the coffee table, eating breakfast together. As you’re shoving a mouthful of cereal into your mouth, you nod your head. “Don’t believe me?”

“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Mark squints his eyes at you suspiciously.

You dust your hands off and get up from the floor. As you walk into your room, you rummage through your closet to take out a memory box covered in dust. You blow the dust off the lid of the box and erupt into soft coughs. Mark watches you as you come back into the living room with a box.

“Where’s the receipts?” Mark asks.

“Someone’s impatient.” You mumble.

As you’re looking through your memory box, you can hear the reporter speak more about Jung Jaehyun. You finally find the graduation book and pull it out before handing it to Mark.

“Page eighty-seven, fourth row, second picture on the right.”

You fold your arms and quirk an eyebrow. Mark’s eyes scan through the page and once he finds it, he looks back at the TV screen. His eyebrows raise.

“So you weren’t lying to me,” Mark says with an astonished look on his face. “Damn, you must secure the bag, then. The guy’s hella rich, he could pay off our student debts combined.”

“I just hope he remembers me,” you rest your chin against the palm of your hand. “He went to college abroad. He came back home rich. He moved out of our neighbourhood. The chances of him remembering me get slimmer and slimmer.”

“I’m pretty sure he remembers you. He should remember you. You’re a part of his childhood. You both graduated elementary and high school together.” Mark tries to convince you. He shoves another mouthful of cereal into his mouth.

“Do you think he would remember me? Me? When I look like this?” You ask, pointing at yourself.

“You kind of have a point.” He shrugs his shoulders. “You lost your sense of fashion ever since you started university.”

Mark yelps in pain when your spoon hits him in the arm. You glare at him as if he had earned himself a death wish. He rubs the spot, glaring back at you. You pout, breaking your gaze from Mark to stare at Jaehyun’s picture on your TV screen.

Jung Jaehyun is your childhood friend. The two of you lived in the same neighbourhood, went to the same elementary school, and graduated from the same high school. He’s not what he is like now. The Jaehyun you met and befriended was a quiet boy who barely had any friends. He had two friends, you and Johnny. He loved to play the piano and if you were lucky enough, you would hear him sing or hum a soft melody. He had a dream of becoming an architect, someone who drew buildings and watch them come to life. The Jaehyun you met and befriended was always picked on. He was mainly picked on for two things: for being too quiet and for being the chubby one. You and Johnny were the only ones that defended him from the bullies.

The Jaehyun you see on your TV screen is far from the Jaehyun you met. You never saw him or Johnny ever since your high school graduation. You’d often wonder if he’s doing alright, if he’s making friends, if he’s pursuing his future of being an architect. But once he came back to Seoul after studying abroad, all of your wishes for him were answered. Jaehyun is doing alright and he’s pursuing his future, he runs and owns a successful architecture company. He’s making friends, in fact, everyone wants to be friends with him. Sometimes, it makes you doubt that he’ll ever remember you.

You doubt that he’ll ever remember his childhood friend who grew up with him, who defended him from the bullies, who stuck with him no matter who he was.

“I guess we’ll just have to find out on your first day at work,” Mark says as he brings up the bowl of cereal-flavoured milk to his lips. He gulps down the milk and sets down the empty bowl back onto the coffee table. “We’ll have to find out whether he remembers you or not.”

“This is all you guys prepared?”

Everyone seated in the meeting room gawk at Jaehyun. He sighs, folding his arms and takes one last look at the PowerPoint presentation. The project manager nervously fiddles with his fingers before nodding his head in reply.

Jaehyun gets up from his seat and walks towards the front of the room. He points at the 3D plan of a building. The building looks poorly made, almost as if it was done last minute. “How long did it take for you to do this?”

“Well―”

“You don’t need to answer my question because I can see it.” He cuts him off. “Just from how it looks, from how the lines are crooked, I know this took you less than half an hour.”

“Sir―”

“I was gone on vacation for two weeks. Even though I was gone on vacation for two weeks, I still did work during my downtime. What did you all do during those two weeks? Did you all have a good time?” Jaehyun shakes his head in disbelief. “I expected you to do a good job with this project. But after I go on vacation for two weeks, you all suddenly get lazy?”

“We tried our best, sir.” The project manager mutters softly and Jaehyun’s head snaps in his direction.

He raises an eyebrow and scoffs. “You tried your best? Sure, let’s say you tried your best. But your best wasn’t good enough.”

Everyone falls silent in the meeting room. They have guilt written all over their faces.

“Let me remind you that you’re working at Jung Architects,” he tells them. “I hate looking at poorly made projects because they don’t reflect our company values. We build and create buildings and structures to the best of our ability. They have to be functional and safe. They have to be perfect. They have to be economical.”

“We’ll try again, sir.” The project manager mumbles. “Sorry, sir.”

“You don’t need to apologize to me.” He sighs. “You have to apologize to all of your coworkers in this room for wasting their time.”

“Sir―”

“The new interns and engineers are coming in tomorrow.” Jaehyun announces and everyone’s eyebrows raise in surprise.

“T-Tomorrow? Since when did we hire new employees―”

“Don’t be surprised if you lose your jobs because of them. The moment I find them more competent than this?” Jaehyun gestures to the presentation. He chucks the folder away from his hands. “I’ll be firing you from the company.”

They all bow their heads. Jaehyun grabs his coat and exits the meeting room, making sure that he slams the door shut. The moment he’s out of the room, everyone erupts into whispered complaints about how rude their boss was, if he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, or if someone spoiled his daily coffee.

Ever since you started to hate working at your previous job, it drove you to start searching and applying for other jobs. It was just a huge coincidence that Jung Architects was looking for a structural engineer.

For most of your life, you’ve dreamed of becoming an engineer. It didn’t matter what kind of engineer, you just wanted to be one. It was either an engineer or a mathematician ― it was your last resort only if your dreams of being an engineer were crushed. You have a gift in math. And so when you got accepted into a structural engineering program, it was all just meant to be.

Getting hired as a structural engineer at Jung Architects made your dreams even more real. It just seems too good to be true. But here you are.

Here you are, sitting in front of your laptop, deleting all the emails you’ve gotten from other companies and jobs. You didn’t need to respond to them anymore. Deleting them felt theurapeutic.

Just as you’re deleting your emails, you stumble across an email you’ve sent to Jaehyun a couple of years ago. You laugh in disbelief. Did you really keep an old email in your inbox? Why? You click on it anyway.

to: [email protected] from: [email protected]

SUBJECT: jaehyun!!

hey jae! you’ve probably landed by now. i hope you got my email. i wasn’t able to say a proper goodbye to you because johnny was too busy crying and i had to comfort him. well, i hope you do great in university! i wish you nothing but the best on all your endeavours. always stay true to yourself and don’t let anyone step on you! let me know if someone does because i will be ready to fly over and beat them up! also i hope you always remember your two best friends waiting for you and cheering you on here in seoul. you can always email me back! or text me. or call me, even.

until we meet again, ____.

You clench your tummy as you burst out into laughter. You vividly remember typing this email out while bawling your eyes out. On the day that Jaehyun flew out for university, you didn’t give him a proper goodbye because Johnny was crying like a whale swimming in the ocean. After that day, you and Johnny kept in touch. But that didn’t last long until Johnny found himself new friends. Ever since you sent that email, you sent him another email every now and then. But you never got a reply.

You sigh. That was the start of your separation from the two of them.

Just as you’re about to delete the email, you see a new email in the thread. The email is dated today and was sent a couple of hours ago. You quirk an eyebrow, adjusting your glasses to get a better look at the email. You click on it and your mouth falls open in shock.

It’s an email from Jaehyun.

“It comes in rose gold, gold, and sterling silver.”

Jaehyun picks up each necklace and analyzes them carefully. The jeweler waits for his decision, but he’s not sure if he could hardly wait anymore. Jaehyun has been looking around the jewelry shop for heaven knows how long. It’s getting quite dark outside and the shop is nearing it’s closure for the remainder of the day. Before the jeweler could let out a sigh, Jaehyun places down the silver necklace and points at the gold one.

“I’ll take the gold one, please.” He smiles.

He steps out of the shop with a new purchase and heads home. Once he arrives home, he goes straight to his home office. He plops down onto the chair and places the jewelry box onto the table. He glances at his computer and decides to check his email before heading to bed.

He clicks on his inbox and the smile on his face gets wider when he sees two new emails. One of them is from a client. The other... well, the other email comes from someone special.

email delivered. email read. from: [email protected] to: [email protected]

SUBJECT: you replied?? omg??? hi????

author’s note. the first couple of chapters are going to be short but they will be longer soon! just sit tight some more lmao. anyways i hope you liked this short update!

send me a message! let’s be friends!

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honeycashmere · 5 years ago

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Let Me Love You

Warning: Smut

Summary: Unnamed OFC and Sebastian Stan have been platonic friends for a while. After being broken up with, she turns to Sebastian and he comforts her in a very questioning way. She doesn’t care though because giving into her temptations never felt so damn good.

Note: I posted this on my AO3 acct (@ goodonesgo) on July 17, 2016

“I guess I’m just bummed out,” I sighed. “It wasn’t even that serious, but I’m really tired of disappointment.”

It was a Friday night at Sebastian’s place. I sat on his couch staring at whatever movie he had on, not really paying attention.

“You know, some things just don’t work out. Would you rather he waste your time?” Sebastian said from the kitchen of his small yet comfortable apartment.

“He seemed like a douche. What was his name? Brick? Who names their child Brick? It’s like ‘Hey, can you catch a Brick?’ His name sucks.”

I laughed as I watched him lay down on the longer part of the couch opposite of me. “Well thank you for making me laugh but not everyone can be named 'Sebastian’."

“What do you mean?” He raised an eyebrow curiously.

“Sebastian just screams ‘I’m handsome! My parents gave me a beautiful name so I’ll grow up to be beautiful and popular in school.’”

Sebastian burst out laughing and you couldn’t help but laugh hard with him. “Wow. You’re ridiculous.”

As you came down from your laughter you hear your phone vibrate. The sucky part about having an iPhone is that once someone texts you it automatically shows you what that person said. Remember back in the day when you had to click a button to read your texts? That was great because you could avoid every unseeable text but not with an iPhone.

I look down at my phone, my friend sent me a very dark picture. As I swipe to view the picture, finding something I didn’t want to see.

“He’s already seeing another girl?” I accidentally said out loud which made Sebastian turn his head from the T.V.

“We broke up yesterday.” I suddenly felt hot as if it were a humid day ready for a rain shower. I can feel my eyes blur. I get up and sit next to Sebastian to show him the picture my friend sent me.

“That’s from tonight. They’re at a club opening in Chelsea.”

I close my eyes as I felt Sebastian's arms around me, pulling me close towards him.

“He’s a jerk,” Sebastian said as I felt him take my phone away and put it to the side.

“You know I’m not even sad that we broke up, I’m more embarrassed. This whole thing is embarrassing.” I tried to keep my voice steady as I felt a tear come down my cheek.

“Shhhhhh.”

Sebastian let me lay in his arms for what felt like hours. Even letting me take a small 10 minute nap on his chest.

As I woke up to the sound of a classic movie on in the background, Funny Face. My favorite. I wiggled a little trying to get comfortable in Sebastian’s arms. He didn’t let go and I didn’t mind. It was nice. I was comforted by his warmth. Why can’t the guys I try to date feel this warm? Instead they play that "I’m in my youth and we have to see who cares less, sex with no feelings game.” I was happy Sebastian wasn’t like that. As I laid on his chest in complete bliss, I felt his eyes fall upon me. I looked up seeing his sweet side smile.

Before I could even process the thought in my mind.

I kissed him.

My lips pressed against his smooth full lips.

Oh god, I kissed him.

I pulled away quickly. “Sorry,” I said quietly.

As I adjusted myself, slowly separating my body from his arms, I felt a tight grip and a very wicked smile cross Sebastian’s face. Which made me flutter from embarrassment.

“Sorry,” I said again.

“Don’t be.”

He was grinning a bit before I felt his lips kiss mine this time. This wasn’t a quick crashing, passionate kiss in the heat of the moment. This kiss was different. It was passionate, slow, sensual, sexy.

Despite the circumstances… It felt right.

I broke away from our kiss, already knew where this would head.

“Heeeyyy,” he said smiling. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable doing...”

He runs his fingers through my hair, petting me as if I was a baby. I paused for a second, truly wondering what the consequences of our actions will do to our friendship but in the moment I didn’t care. We kiss again, this time our tongues met and my hand slips under his sweater on to his stomach, feeling his tight abs. I can hear my phone vibrating next to him and before I can open my eyes to peak, Sebastian tosses it farther away from me. We smile in-between kisses and I feel compelled to tell him, I want him. Still in his arms, I let my hand boldly move from under his sweater to his bulge. As I lightly let my fingers give him a teasing touch.

“You sure you wanna do this?”

I grinned and nodded knowing that I couldn’t turn back from this. I couldn’t ignore my needs or this burning desire building up inside of me. I got up moving down to the floor. My hands caressed his thighs. His blue faded jeans looked tighter and I knew his cock was hard. As I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pulling down whatever I could to reveal his hard on, I felt his hands palm over mine.

“Are you sure?” he asked again.

“I wouldn’t still be here if I weren’t.”

I smirked, marveling at his erection as he adjusted his sitting position. I teased, licking the tip, getting a hold of his cock in my hand and gently massaging his head against my lips. I began to suck the head of his cock, stroking him with one hand, and then another. I watched him watch me. I liked watching him watch me. His hand went to the back of my head gently pushing my head further down his cock. Wanting more.

I went as far as I could before pulling him out of my mouth. Gazing at the messy saliva dripping from my mouth to his cock. I used the excess saliva to lubricant him, stroking him more, as I found myself sucking and licking his balls. Sebastian groaned in pleasure. I gave his head a good suck tasting his precum.

“Sweet.” I said smiling devilishly him. Sebastian pulled me up onto his lap, kissing me, quickly pulling my dress over my head and removing my bra. I could feel his erection between my thighs. I wanted him inside me, so badly. I started grinding my clothed pussy against his erection.

But he stops me, adjusting himself again, this time in a laying position on the couch. I felt him pull my thighs up, closer, and closer to his face until I was directly above it. I hear a rip of fabric which slightly surprised me. It was my underwear. He then threw it somewhere in the room. I lower myself, rightfully above his lips. Without hesitation he pulls my thighs down.

I feel his lips crash into my body.

This was too much. Oh my god. What are we doing?

I whimper against his tongues touch as he held my thighs steady.

Oh my god. What am I doing? Did I even care?

I feel myself unable to stop the cries coming out of mouth and I feel my body unable to slow my breaths. Just like that I feel my body crash in a wavering pleasure, licking me up like soft ice cream. I caught my breathe as Sebastian slide from under me and up, reaching for my body. His lips pressed the back of my neck, his hands caressed the sides of my body.

His hand ran up my thighs to my chest, they searched for my breast as he massaged both of them, giving each nipple a gently pull. He bent me over and I back myself into his crotch letting him know I wanted more. Sebastian guides his cock in his hand around my entrance only putting the head in and sliding back out.

“Tease” I said quietly.

He then slides all the way deep into my wetness. Which cause me to jump a little in a gasp. He then slides out of me again so effortlessly.

I whimper in frustration. He was really teasing me.

“Baby please!” I said, really wanting him more inside of me. “Baby? …Now I like the sound of that.”

Sebastian begins thrusting his cock inside of me. Wasting no time. I feel both his hands caress my cheeks, giving them a squeeze as he thrusted deeper. I moan each time he went deep. I couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure I felt.

“Spank me,” I asked in a half moan.

This surprised Sebastian causing him to grin. Giving each cheek attention with a little slap. Which really turned me on. He moves out of me, suggesting we lay on our sides. Side by side, I felt him part my legs, putting himself back inside of me. This time using his fingers to gently massage my clit.

“Yessssss”

I moaned in absolute delight. His lips began sucking my neck and I couldn’t muffle my moans but I tried biting my lip to stop them from escaping my mouth. His thrust become more rapid and I could feel my orgasm build up inside of me. I grab the back of his neck, turning my head to kiss him, an unstoppable moan interrupted our kiss as I felt pussy push and pull him. Sebastian moaned with me as he came. Pressing his lips against mine hard. A river of ecstasy for the both of us.

I felt his lips move to my neck.

“I hope that made things better,” he laughed.

“It certainly did."

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan x ofc #sebastian stan fic #sebastian stan one shot

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itsuki-minamy · 5 years ago

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“JAPANESE SANCTUARY”

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

"Wow, Sukuna. What the hell did you order? Did something that big come from the paper company?”

When he said that, in the push cart, he placed a huge cardboard on top of it. It is not that high, but it looks like it can be two meters long and wide.

"I wonder if it's a gaming television. Squat again, wasteful. Don't tell me not to buy it separately, but at least let me know in advance. I would have run here and there until I found this cart.”

While complaining with a twisted face, he moves the platform to one side of the hiding place. Iwafune stretched with that.

However,

"What? Was not me."

Sukuna, who was lying down and playing on a portable game console, woke up unsatisfied.

"Eh? It was not you?"

"Obviously. First, what idiot would use a big screen like that? If you want to do it on a big screen today, you should buy a head mount type.”

"What? It was really bad, wasn't it? I'm sorry."

Sukuna looks askance at Iwafune, as he apologizes to him. However, his interest immediately moved to the package on the platform. From that view, it can be heavy. Therefore, it is reasonable to assume that this size and shape could be that of a large television.

“But, if so, will this be from Mishakuji? It will make it a new instrument of beauty, no matter how big it is. Ah, this? Will it be a gym-type running platform?”

"A treadmill."

"Yes, that."

Iwafune followed Sukuna.

However,

"Was not me."

Mishakuji answers by the mirror, removing his name that was pasted on the package.

While carefully checking the condition of his skin,

“First of all, my condition is perfect without the use of treadmills. Also, I don't want to deny it, but isn't it smart? Run like a mouse or hamster on the treadmill.”

“I don't know if it's not in fashion, in other words, it's not your package, right? It means that..."

"It is not mine! It is not mine! I'm innocent!"

"No, I know it's not you, Kotosaka."

Obediently responding to the furious parrot, Iwafune looks at the remaining one.

Then, look at Nagare, who is staring blankly at the cardboard.

"Affirmative."

Nagare replied.

"I ordered it."

"Was it you? On the other hand, it is a device, right? It really is very heavy.”

"Negative."

"Hmm? So, this is..."

"A furniture."

"Piece of furniture?"

"Yes. It is a Kotatsu.”

"Kotatsu?"

Not only Iwafune, but Sukuna and Mishakuji's voices were also heard. Kotosaka also yelled, "Kotatsu! Kotatsu!", but he seems to be surprised, not just ringing.

"Kotatsu? Even if tomorrow I'm going to take out winter clothes to clean.”

"No, no, before that, the Kotatsu. I already have it! I just got rid of that last week.”

"Wasn't the Kotatsu broken? Sure, it's getting old.”

"Iwafune! Iwafune!”

All three seem unable to hide their confusion, and it is reflected in their eyes. But they keep their composure because it's about Nagare.

"Please, listen. This is a Kotatsu, but not just a Kotatsu.”

"What is that? Does it have any strange features?”

"Function... well, correct. It is not weird."

"Does it automatically adjust the temperature according to the temperature of the day?"

"Negative."

"I wonder if it was made by a famous furniture maker."

"Negative."

"Can that cool the beer?"

"Negative. However, it is possible to heat instead of cool.”

"Probably."

Iwafune shook his head when he gave up. Sukuna raises both hands as he raises his, and Mishakuji lifts his shoulders.

Nagare unusually clears his throat,

"This is a rectangular table-type Kotatsu."

"Ah. A long-legged Kotatsu, like those found in mail order magazines.”

"Affirmative."

"Wait, Nagare. Still, after all, a Kotatsu? We do not need it."

"On the contrary, it is likely to take a place."

Both Sukuna and Mishakuji have sullen faces of not understanding.

Of course, he is Nagare.

"What is your whim?"

"I will explain it to you. The previous rectangular Kotatsu had a fatal flaw in the structure.”

"Really, which one?"

"I couldn't enter."

In response to what Nagare said, everyone took a look. It's fair to say, but he really didn't care.

As for Nagare, he continues speaking.

“During this winter, I was just watching. Iwa-san, Sukuna and Mishakuji sit in a circle and eat in the heat of "paradise". Even if necessary, it seems that gradually it is difficult to get away from the Kotatsu.”

"Ah, yes, that's..."

"Hehe. It's fun."

"Wait. Even if I start using the Kotatsu, I will bend my back and fall. Well, it may be a little colder than usual.”

Iwafune, Sukuna, and Mishakuji somehow roll their eyes as they murmur their words. With those three people in place, Nagare continues even more clearly.

“Until now, I have only seen the three of you close to each other in the Kotatsu and animated with a harmonious spirit. From outside…”

"......"

"I want to join the Kotatsu."

So when he witnessed the cleaning last week, apparently, he decided to buy this type of table.

It seemed like there was even a tragic feeling due to Nagare's monologue. Somehow, he feels like going behind, and Iwafune looks at Sukuna and Mishakuji. They both looked back in silence with a similar look.

"Kotatsu! Nagare, Kotatsu!”

Similarly, Kotosaka, who has never entered the Kotatsu, flaps his wings.

There was a strange silence. Iwafune looked down at the huge cardboard in the cart and touched his chin.

"For now, let's get together."

The group stands up.

Normally, Sukuna and Mishakuji, who are reluctant to do this type of task, weren't conventional either.

"Agree. It is done, Nagare. Try to enter."

"Wait, Iwa-san. It's not on yet.”

"Nagare-chan's wheelchair won't break infrared, will it?"

"Nagare! Kotatsu! Nagare, watch out!”

Sukuna connects the cable to a power outlet. Mishakuji ignites the power. Kotosaka flaps and flaps, and Iwa-san lifted the end of the Kotatsu in front of Nagare.

"Ah, come on."

"Yes."

The wheelchair where Nagare sits moves forward with a quiet motor sound. And…

The lower half of the Green King is housed in the Kotatsu.

Ah, Nagare breathes. An expressionless face, as always, looks like a child. The others laughed at each other and immediately brought up suitable chairs and followed the king.

"How are you, Nagare-chan? What are your impressions?”

"Not bad. However, it doesn't seem as warm as I expected.”

"Well, I just turned on the power. It will heat up soon.”

"That's right, Sukuna. However, that does not mean that you are happy with that. What do we do? Speaking of Kotatsu…”

"Isn't it okay if you play analog games? Playing cards. Ah, how about Mahjong? I've never done, so I want to try it."

"Furthermore, Iwa-san and Sukuna are good for napping at the Kotatsu. Well, my lord? How about?"

Perhaps, your Clansman's suggestion is that the price will be high and declare satisfaction rather than guilt.

"Let's do it all. Let's have good times.”

#k #k project #k stories #k fan clan #jungle #iwafune tenkei #hisui nagare #gojou sukuna #mishakuji yukari

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unityghost · 5 years ago

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Morning Glory

Part 25 (yikes, wow, homegirl needs a social life) of the Post-Asmodeus Sabriel Feels series.

Based on one of the most intriguing prompts I've ever received:

Gabe's always torn between wanting to be hurt and wanting to be looked after, so if (somehow) he ended up being caught by a djinn what would he see? and how would he react once someone (read Sam lol) woke him up? like, would he be guilty for dreaming of going on hunts with the Winchesters and feeling like family or freaked out BC he'd just seen Sam attack him with the archangel blade? - Type40Treklock (Fanfiction.net)

It took me too long to get to this. Tumblr followers ... you have been patient with me. Thank you and I'm sorry for the wait!

Morning Glory

Is everything okay?

You’re not hurt, are you?

I’m not the only one who’s worried. If we don’t hear from you, we’ll come and shake you out of whatever hangover is keeping you from texting back.

“Gabriel,” Castiel interrupted, “I doubt that they’ve gone four days without contact just because of a drunken stupor.”

Gabriel looked up from his phone. “Oh yeah? You’d put it past Dean to take a long-ass Epicurean detour?”

“No, I wouldn’t. But we should at least have heard from Sam. Don’t you agree?”

Gabriel sighed. “Yeah. I do.”

“In any case,” Castiel went on, “You’re right that there’s nothing in your recent exchanges with Sam to shed any light on their predicament.”

“Hey, hey, there might not even be a predicament. This radio silence could be chalked up to anything.”

“Yes.” Cas looked somber. “That’s exactly why we’re here. Speaking of which, I don’t mind flying you back home if you feel ambivalent about this.”

“Cas, please. I already told you eight hundred times that I don’t want you looking into this by yourself.”

“You know that I’m perfectly capable of self-preservation.”

“All right, I get it: I’m not. Don’t try to butter me up with subtext, Castiel.” Besides their voices, the only sounds were the twin notes of a chickadee hiding in the brambles that flanked a nearby playground. The air was heavy and warm, and the sky threatened rain. “Now listen: are you really going to spend your energy on how high I’ll flip my lid if I find Sam hurt, and not stop to consider how I’d react to you getting caught off guard just because you didn’t come with backup?”

Cas grew uneasy. “It isn’t that I don’t understand, Gabriel; I just ...” But he didn’t continue.

“I’m going to take the east wing,” Gabriel told him. “You take the west. Let’s scope the place out for those negligent blockheads instead of wasting time.”

A weird case out in some abandoned hospital, Sam had told Gabriel. But pretty routine, it looks like. Doubt it’ll take more than a couple of days.

Cas had had the good sense to trace the brothers’ cell phones. Locating the signal meant two things: one, the phones were turned on and Sam and Dean could have been answering if they wanted to; and two, Cas and Gabriel didn’t have to spend too much time figuring out exactly which drowsy pocket of suburban Idaho hosted the ruins of an orphaned hospital.

Cas and Gabriel strode to the doors together, but Castiel pulled Gabriel back before either could go inside. “Wait.”

“What?” Castiel appeared vaguely uncomfortable. “I … I have my grace.”

“Mazel tov.”

“And you have ... you have ...”

“Not yet clawed my way back to the surface of the pitiful noodle-pond that used to be raw, untethered cosmic power? What, really, are you sure? Because I hadn’t noticed.” He shook Castiel off. “Cut it out. I wouldn’t have followed you if I thought I couldn’t handle my part in the game.”

That was not entirely true, Gabriel acknowledged privately. He wasn’t useful so much as he was expendable: if he could buy them any kind of time, the extent to which he was able to protect himself wouldn’t matter. What was important was that they find Sam and Dean and, if either of the brothers were injured or trapped, ensure their safety.

The doors were not locked, and probably hadn’t been for a long time – partly because the empty building was ideal for anyone who didn’t want to be noticed by police, and partly because crime rates in this town were impressively low.

The lobby offered an unsettling mixture of scents: there was the damp, rotted wood of the front desk; there was rainwater that had leaked through cracks and crevices; they could smell moldy blankets and a warm undernote of something that might have been human decay.

“Let’s split up,” said Gabriel, just as Castiel said, “Let’s stick together.”

“What did I say about east and west?” Gabriel reminded him. “That’s what this is for.” He held up his phone. “I’ll text you to let you know where I am. You do the same. Or, if things get out of hand, call me and use code phrase ‘Bengal cat.’”

“I really think –”

But Gabriel ignored him to follow the metal wall plaque that directed him to the east wing of the hospital.

What he found was disconcerting: several of the beds were stripped, but some displayed carefully folded sheets that had flushed to the color of jaundice. There were rooms full of cots lined up side by side, and others whose beds had been turned over or shoved into corners. A few of the wards, and one stairwell, had old bloodstains on the floor.

A vengeful spirit, we think, Sam had said. Possibly more than one.

Gabriel bent down to peer beneath each bed. He knew that neither Sam nor Dean could lie there undetected, but perhaps he would find clues, something to guide him to their exact whereabouts or to suggest that they were in trouble.

Truthfully, Gabriel hoped he would find nothing. He was not searching for a body, and had no desire to muddy that conviction with anything that would look at home in an evidence bag.

Any luck? Castiel texted.

I found a mouse, Gabriel wrote back.

A mouse?

Neither of them; I checked. It wasn’t wearing plaid.

Half an hour later, Gabriel got in touch again: I can’t find anything. Gonna check the basement.

The message didn’t send. So he tried a second time, and once more it failed to go through.

Gabriel didn’t have much faith in his relationship with modern technology, because there was plenty he had missed during his time in Hell, and he hadn’t taken much time to acquaint himself with the multiplicity of devices that had flooded the world he thought he would never see again. It wasn’t a priority; there was so much else to learn, so much else to figure out.

With reluctance, Gabriel tried communicating with Castiel telepathically. If Cas felt anything, there was nothing to show for it, and Gabriel did not want to exhaust what little grace he might be able to access in case of an emergency. His grace had lately been fluid, unpredictable, and messy; he could rarely anticipate how much he might have at his disposal at any given time.

He could only assume that the message would send sooner or later, that perhaps it was moving slowly because of signal problems.

Not until Gabriel was in the basement did he realize exactly what was in the basement.

He squared his shoulders and reminded himself that of course they had to check the morgue; it made sense. The morgue was like any other section of the hospital, a room that might contain the living as well as the dead – and, perhaps, the not-quite-living and the maybe-dead.

But Gabriel hesitated. There could be no denying the stench of human putrefaction at this point. This was the first time since his arrival that he realized Cas might have been right to worry about him.

So he detached himself and pretended that he was watching another individual press his palms to either of the cold metal doors.

That was when somebody seized him from behind.

“No!” Gabriel screamed, and tried to throw his captor off. Its grip was hard and tight and unforgiving; this grip was confident and hungry, and Gabriel knew what that meant.

For a moment, he wondered how he could have ever confused the cautious warmth of Sam’s hands with the hands of a monster: this kind of touch, this kind of brutality, was fully recognizable as evil.

He tried to kick the thing’s legs and bite its hand. He felt a palm pressed to his mouth and this time not only smelled but tasted the meaty odor of decay.

He screamed into its hand until there was the tang of blood in his throat. He reached inside of himself for his grace, desperate for power that simply wasn’t there.

“Sleep,” the thing whispered into his ear, and Gabriel grew sick with panic. His nightmares were here, alive and real and ugly, and there was no one to help guide him back to a sense of security.

Gabriel could not remember ever wanting Sam as badly as he did in that moment.

The hand on his mouth was so strong he couldn’t breathe. Somewhere in his mind he knew that he didn’t need to breathe in order to survive, but the terror didn’t abate.

He was still screaming, still sobbing, when he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying in bed in an unfamiliar room illuminated by sunshine.

The smell of death was gone, replaced with the cool scent of cleaners and laundry detergents. The carpet was spotlessly white, and in the corner stood a table with a half-empty bottle of wine and four glasses that still had crimson dregs at the bottom.

He choked on his own tears and stole as many quick, ragged breaths as he could.

The door clicked open and he scrambled away, slipping off of the other side of the mattress.

“Gabriel!”

It was a voice he knew, and the arms that lifted him back onto the bed were not the arms of a brute.

Gabriel was shaking and moaning. He knew how helpless and pathetic he sounded, but he also had heard himself make those sounds before.

“You’re all right,” Sam murmured. “Just a bad dream, okay? Just a bad dream. You’re all right.”

“Where am I?” Gabriel rasped. “What happened?”

“Ssh, it’s like I said - I think you just had a nightmare. Sorry, I thought a nap would help you feel better. You wore yourself out setting all this up for us, I think.”

“What are you - ” Gabriel blinked rapidly, shivering and whimpering as he tried not only to form a question but to figure out whether it was even safe to ask. “Set what up? I didn’t - I don’t - ” His eyes flicked over the room, and he knew then what he wanted to say - A non-smoking suite, I see, spic-and-span as Aunt Doris’s pearls - but couldn’t get it out.

Sam seemed at something of a loss. All he could offer was a hand on Gabriel’s arm, trying to steady him.

“Two minutes ago,” Gabriel managed, “I - I was - ” There was the possibility that he had finally broken, had finally lost his mind really and completely; and the thought made him feel dizzy.

But there was a second possibility that slowed his blood to an icy crawl. “Sam?”

“What is it, Gabe?”

“Does Asmodeus have anything to do with this?”

Sam’s voice was gentle. “Hey, no, of course not. He won’t hurt you again, bud."

“He can mess with me; he can screw around with my memory, my perception - ”

“Yes. He used to be able to do that.” Sam gripped Gabriel’s shoulder. “But not anymore. You’re safe, Gabe, I promise.”

“Where am I? Am I still in Idaho?”

“Idaho?” Sam used his sleeve to help wipe Gabriel’s face, and Gabriel didn’t try to resist. “With this many beaches and kangaroos?”

Gabriel shut his eyes. “Jesus O’Malley, we’re in Australia.”

“Yeah. You brought us here, remember? Set up this hotel for us. Everyone else is down at the pool right now. Jack got to hold a koala this morning. You did a lot for us, and I think maybe you’re just exhausted.”

Gabriel shivered. “Sam, did you ever have so much trouble telling them apart? Dreams and - and what’s really happening?”

Sam considered. “I don’t think so.”

“Not even with Lucifer?” Gabriel was desperate for Sam to be right; he longed for confirmation that he really had just tired himself to the point of oblivion. Or perhaps Sam was lying to him and pretending that Gabriel had achieved something of which he had not been capable for hundreds and hundreds of years.

Sam frowned. “With who?”

“You know who. With my skeezewaffle of a brother.”

Sam looked puzzled. “Who, Jack’s dad? I met him twice at most.”

Gabriel simply stared.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“Um. I just … I feel like an idiot.”

“Don’t feel - ”

“This should have been obvious right away.” Gabriel felt his shoulders relax slightly: he was in no danger from Asmodeus, or from his own insanity.

Before Sam could press him, there was a vigorous rapping at the door.

Gabriel swept the heels of his hands over his eyes in a final attempt to dry them. “Is that Africa by Toto?”

Sam sighed and went to open the door.

“Catch!” cried Dean, throwing a towel across the room to land on Gabriel’s head.

Gabriel tore it off. “This is wet, you maniac! I don’t need your cooties.”

“It ain’t my fault if your reflexes are molasses.” Dean was clad only in neon-orange swim trunks. “I figured a whiff of chlorine might wake you up.”

“You’re gross, Dean,” said Sam.

Castiel and Jack stood behind Dean, dressed more modestly with t-shirts over their swim trunks.

“Jack,” Gabriel croaked. He felt a strangely potent sense of relief at the sight of his nephew.

But Cas spoke first. “Are you feeling refreshed? If you’re up to it, we can go out for dinner.”

Gabriel didn’t reply. Instead, he did what he would have done in any situation: he looked at Sam, hoping he would have answers.

“We’ll order in,” Sam said. “It’ll be fun to try some of the local cuisine, don’t you think, Gabriel?”

“I … I guess.”

“Poor guy’s still recovering from last night,” Dean interrupted. “Doesn’t even have his voice back from the karaoke.” He nudged Gabriel, who tensed at the contact. “Don’t worry, I got the best of your performance on video.”

“Really?” exclaimed Jack. “I want to see.”

Dean glanced at Gabriel. “I don’t know if I’d sanction a G rating on that one.”

“Well,” Castiel chimed in, “We had a good night too.”

Jack’s face brightened. “Yeah, Sam and Cas and I had pizza and ice cream and watched the latest Steve Irwin special.”

“Lucky bastard and all his academy awards,” said Dean. “I hear he’s got his own theme park now.”

Jack peered more closely at Gabriel. “Uncle Gabe - have you been crying?”

“No,” said Gabriel.

But Jack looked disturbed. “I’ve never seen you cry before.”

“Really? I mean, uh - I’m fine. I’m okay. I think I might be allergic to Vegemite.”

Jack took a moment to evaluate, then stepped forward and hugged him.

Gabriel froze.

“I love you,” said Jack. “You’re the best.”

It took Gabriel several seconds to remember that he was supposed to hug back. The embrace lingered until he pulled away, before the smell of chlorine and the dampness of Jack’s hair on his cheek could become any more real.

Dean spoke up. “I don’t know about anyone else, but I could use a shower.” He waltzed into the bathroom and shut the door. Then there came the hiss of running water.

Sam groaned. “You can kick him out and make him use the bathroom you set up for him.”

“I think he likes your custom shampoo,” Jack told Gabriel.

“So I suppose after we’ve all freshened up,” said Cas, “We can decide what to do. Or rather, Gabriel, you can decide whether you have any energy to go out. Trust me, no one will feel neglected if you’d prefer to keep things on the quieter side this evening. Oh, and Sam - ” Cas laid a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “If you aren’t feeling up to anything - ”

“Don’t worry about me, Cas.” Sam smiled. “ I’m fine.”

“I know, but … the last hunt was a lot. You were in pain. So if you’re still feeling the effects, we can lie low tonight. I can make sure that - ”

“Relax. I’m good. It’s like Dean said at breakfast, you’ve done enough for us. All right? No need to keep trying to take care of everyone.”

Gabriel’s gaze flitted back and forth between the two of them. “What hunt are we talking about?”

Sam waved a dismissive hand. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve hardly thought about it since you healed me up. Cas is overreacting. Which I appreciate, but I’m really okay.”

Cas nodded. “All right.” He slid his hand from Sam’s shoulder. “In that case, why don’t Jack and I go back to our room and settle down for a while? I have no reason to suspect that Jack is anything but satisfied with the shampoo in our bathroom.”

Jack smiled at Gabriel, and Gabriel snapped his eyes away.

“So,” Sam began once Jack and Cas had exited the room, “You okay?”

“Yes.” The word came out as a whisper.

“No you’re not,” Sam insisted. “I haven’t seen you like this in a long time.”

“I’m … I’m feeling fine, Sam. It’s like you said: just a really awful dream.”

“Do you want me in here with you? I don’t mind sticking around for however long you need me for.”

“I don’t. Obviously I’ve got your brother to keep me company.”

Sam’s eyes flitted to the bathroom door. “He means well, I guess. I think he needed some time off.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here for. Me, my supercharged celestial batteries, and a non-stop flight to the land down under.”

Sam smiled. “I’ll come back to check on you in a little bit, okay? And if Dean gives you any trouble just throw him to the dingoes.”

“Mm. You know I will.”

Gabriel watched Sam exit the room, studiously ignoring the surge of grief at the back of his throat.

He gave himself no time to dwell on what would happen next.

The first place he checked was the bedside drawer. There, he found a copy of the King James Bible that contained what were more than likely Gabriel’s emendations: “Don’t be afraid, Mary,” said the angel, “For you are in favor with Daddy-o. Congratulations, it’s a boy, and you shall call him either Jesus or Scott - I forget which one.”

He moved to the closet, which turned out to be full of clothing better suited for a wedding or seventies-themed disco party than a relaxing weekend away. Which, Gabriel reflected, made sense if he and Dean had decided to take advantage of traits that, in another life, might have led to something like companionship.

When an examination of the closet yielded no results, Gabriel moved to the table and bent over the duffel bag on the chair. When he unzipped it he found swimwear, perhaps his own. There were trunks, a pair of goggles, some flippers.

Sitting on top of the aquatic regalia sat a rectangular box: slim, unassuming, and discreetly coffin-like.

Feeling triumphant, Gabriel lifted the lid.

Then he heard the bathroom door open behind him.

“Don’t,” said Dean.

Gabriel straightened up but didn’t turn around. “It’s not real.”

“It kind of is, man.” The shower was still running. Gabriel could feel the steam coming from the bathroom, as lifelike as anything else he had encountered thus far. “Look, nobody’s trying to force philosophy into what should just be a nice little family getaway, but - ”

“Don’t use that word,” Gabriel snapped.

“What word?”

“Shut up; you know what word. And I agree that we should keep superfluous proselytizing to a minimum.”

“If you do this,” Dean told him, “You’re making it real.”

Gabriel sighed, then turned to face him. Dean had a towel around his waist.

“You know what, sensei?” Gabriel said. “Get back in the shower and don’t watch if it bothers you so much.”

“Once you see how easy it is, Gabe - ”

“It isn’t easy. It’s practical. Listen, pal, I’ve been around long enough to remember how to pop this lock. Getting out of here will be a breeze no matter what shortcuts I gotta take.”

Dean shook his head. “What reason to you have to leave?”

“You know perfectly well what reasons I have.”

“You’re worried about Sammy, right?” There was an odd melancholy in Dean’s face - an expression halfway between resignation and desperation that Gabriel had never seen on him in real life. “Now’s as good a time as any to worry about your own happiness, Gabriel.” Gabriel tensed, annoyed by the warmth of his full name. “You’re allowed to stick around for you if that’s what you want.”

Gabriel swallowed. “It’s not what I want.”

“Really? Just because you know Sam would miss you?”

Gabriel traced his fingers over the flat of the blade as though toying with a Rubik’s cube. “I miss him, too.”

“He’s right here, Gabe.”

“It’s not the same and you know it.”

“And what’s he going to say when he finds out about this? You have any idea what kind of pain this would cause him? To know what you did to get out? To know how damn easy it was to get your hands on the archangel blade in your deepest fantasies?”

Gabriel closed his eyes. “Who says he has to find out?”

And he raised the knife.

Gabriel remembered very little of what happened after it was done. Somebody lifted him, possibly even tried to carry him - until he fought with such ferocity that the newcomer let go, and Gabriel staggered forward with some assistance.

Somewhere amid the confusion and exhaustion, he registered that there was no odor of death on the arms that guided him. The voice in his ear, saying things like, “Try not to fall over” and “It’s just me,” was soft and familiar.

The next thing of which Gabriel was entirely conscious was waking up in his own bedroom, rolling onto his side, and seeing nobody.

Not real, he thought, but then remembered that it probably was. He had done what needed to be done in order to extract himself from that venomous amusement park with all its perfect temptations.

He pushed off the blankets. Someone had made sure to leave the bedside light on. He was dressed in the same clothes he’d worn on his trip to the hospital. Gabriel felt himself relax slightly: nobody had stripped him down.

When he tried to sit up, he hissed in pain. Peeling back his shirt, Gabriel saw that there were bandages on his abdomen, moistened with blood. Of course - there would not be enough grace for him to heal any injuries sustained during unconsciousness. He hoped it was Sam who had tended to the wound.

That was when Gabriel remembered that Sam could be anywhere, that he might have imagined his presence in the hospital earlier. Panicked, Gabriel forced himself to his feet and ignored the dizziness that came with the sudden movement.

He heard hurried footsteps, and the door slammed open.

“Sit down!” Sam cried, hurrying over to him. “Come on, don’t try to get up - not yet.”

He guided Gabriel back down.

“I’m fine,” said Gabriel. “Just made the fatal mistake of trying to stand up before all my senses had a chance to rehabilitate themselves. Did your spidey senses tingle?”

“No, I - I just heard you moving around.”

Gabriel closed his eyes, willing the vertigo away. “Hey. Potato brains. You told me you were facing down a vengeful spirit.”

“Yeah, we were.” Sam tucked the blankets more securely around Gabriel’s shoulders. “The djinn was the one to kill the guy.”

“Well, didn’t you two just hit the jackpot.”

“You shouldn’t have tried chasing after us, Gabriel.”

“Wasn’t my idea.” Gabriel opened his eyes and focused on Sam’s face. “I didn’t want Cas going solo.”

Sam sighed, looking worried and relieved all at once. He seemed to be waiting for Gabriel to speak.

Finally, Gabriel did. “Look, I’m sorry. I wish I’d been able to defend myself. At the very least to put up a good fight. If my grace levels were anywhere near where they should be, that thing wouldn’t have gotten within two feet of me, let alone into my head.”

“It’s okay. Don’t apologize.”

“How long was I down there, Sam?”

“Not long, I’m pretty sure. We heard you screaming.” Gabriel blinked. “Then you were down there with me? I was on your trail?” Please tell me I did something right.

Sam nodded. “By then, we’d caught on that we might be looking for more than just a pissed-off spirit. Guess you were in the right place at the wrong time, huh?” He forced a smile. “Thanks, but why didn’t you at least wait for backup?”

“Didn’t want to lose time. Cas was half-convinced we were on the prowl for a pair of Winchester-shaped corpses. Sam … in what universe did you think it was okay to ignore us for that long?”

Sam shrugged. “Couple of teenagers stole our phones. And wallets.”

“How hunterly of you to allow adolescent fugitives to make off with your valuables. Why didn’t you at least pray to me or Cas? I mean - I don’t know that I would’ve heard you, my grace being as floppy as it is, but he would have.”

Sam offered another weak smile. “We didn’t think about that, Gabriel. We weren’t in any serious trouble. Why would we ask for help when we didn’t need it?” He peered more closely at Gabriel, whose expression must have betrayed something of which Gabriel was unaware, because Sam added, “Hey, it’s okay; I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you’d be that freaked out. We got everything back in the end, when we - ” He hesitated for a second before concluding. “When we found the kids in the morgue.”

“In the … ah. I see. The rendezvous spot for illicit recreation.”

“Just enough to mortify their God-fearing parents, probably.”

“I’m sure Dad was plenty concerned with their antics. What about Castiel; is he all right? Did he get out?”

“He’s fine. Cas wasn’t hurt.”

“All right. Good to know I’m the only one who can’t look out for myself.”

Sam caught the bitterness in Gabriel’s voice. “Stop.”

“No, actually - ” Gabriel pushed himself up a little straighter. “Don't you want to know what kind of utopic frenzy that bastard cooked up for me?”

Sam was quiet. Then he replied, “Honestly, I kind of do.”

“Good. Because in the interest of science, I want to get it on the record that I can tell you the whole thing without breaking down. As a reward I’ll let myself take home that this didn’t all happen just because I’m brittler than fried seaweed.”

Sam looked pained. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. I understand.”

“No, no, let me see - so I have it on the books - how far I can push myself before sacrificing my dignity to an inflamed maw of shitty memories. First, can I get Sigmund Freudchester’s opinion on something?”

“I … yeah, sure. What?”

“What does it say to you that the djinn made things so that I’d still been held prisoner by Asmodeus?”

Horror passed over Sam’s face. “You were with him? In Hell?”

“No, no, yuck, not with him; it had still happened to me, though, and you were the good egg who kept wasting fuel on the little engine that couldn’t. What’s your take on that? What do you think?”

Sam’s face had gone pale. “I don’t know, Gabriel.”

“Really? Well, I think I do.” There was something manic in Gabriel now, something he couldn’t control. He was, perhaps, a little angry, a little frantic, although he could not have said why. “It just confirms for me that if I had the opportunity to unwrite this script, to change what happened to me, to make it so that I had never been his favorite toy - ”

“You wouldn’t.” Sam looked horrified, but did not sound surprised.

“Exactly,” Gabriel told him. “Because I wasn’t meant to be treated any differently. Getting out of Hell was just a maggot turning into a fly. No real upgrade. And if I didn’t have the courage to actually wish that I was back where I was supposed to be, then I at least had the common decency to take some of what I deserved.”

“Gabriel, please don’t - ”

“I only knew for sure it was just tripe when you came out and said you’d never faced Lucifer. No - wait - you called him ‘Jack’s dad.’ As if you’d signed the adoption papers, bada-bing, bada-boom, the kid’s ours. And Jack - he was so damn innocent, nary a shit to give, just some happy little kid who made it clear how hardcore he loved his uncle. Because Uncle Gabe had the power of freaking kangaroos on hand, and - ”

“Stop.” Sam held up a hand. He seemed to have recovered a little. “You know what the djinn does, don’t you? You’re supposed to - to think that its world is better. You’re supposed to not want to get out.” He paused. “Um …”

“Go ahead,” Gabriel pressed. “You know how I got out.”

Sam looked at him. “Well, I’m glad you did.”

Unconsciously, Gabriel touched his stomach. The wound there was from where the monster had stolen blood. “Let’s just get this out of the way. I know you’re probably angry as Hell about it.”

That seemed to take Sam by surprise. “No! Well - I mean - if you still think about that sometimes; if you … if you can’t help …”

“It’s fine, Sam; I get it. Be pissed.”

“I’m not pissed. I … I mean … do you want me to be mad?”

“I don’t want anything from you, Sam; you do you.”

“Listen, I get that some days are better than others, and that sometimes you’re just not going to … you know …” Sam gave a frustrated sigh. “I’m just trying to say that I know you can’t control what goes through your head. It’s not your fault, that’s all. But I wish you could shake off this idea that you deserved what you got. And that you somehow have to - I don’t know - to make something up to us.”

“Sam,” Gabriel pleaded, “Jack got to hold a koala.”

Sam just laid a hand on his arm, waiting, perhaps, for Gabriel to say more.

“You have every right to be angry,” Gabriel said finally. “You know - you can be upset about the archangel blade. Because you do everything in your power to make me care about myself, and all I do is fight back.”

“Gabriel …” Sam kept his hand in place as he thought about how to respond. “I’m not mad. Really. I’m not. You used it to live. You could have been happy there, but you decided to come back. How could I be angry about that?”

Gabriel tensed. “Uh. I was more thinking along the lines of how easy it was to get to it. It was sitting there in a duffel bag, right where I could grab it in an emergency. You know, you never know when you might need to - to slice open a cantaloupe or …” He trailed off, then cleared his throat and tried again. “It’s the freedom of having the choice. You get that, right? Sort of?”

Sam nodded. “And you made a choice. Look at that.”

Gabriel shivered.

“You cold?” Sam asked.

“No,” Gabriel told him, “Just a wreck. Make a note in the spreadsheet for further evaluation later. This is proving to be an interesting experiment, wouldn’t you say?” He took a deep breath. “I can’t give you what you gave me, Sam. A home. Good memories. A feeling of safety. Somewhere to be afraid without getting hurt in the end. I can’t give that to you or Dean or Cas or Jack.”

“We don’t need those things from you.”

“You need them from someone, Sam, and I owe you at least that much.”

“You need to be - oh, hey - ” Sam withdrew his hand and used the blankets to help dry Gabriel’s face.

“Add it to the log,” Gabriel whispered. “I failed the experiment.”

“It’s okay to be upset. You know that. Crying is probably good for you.”

“You know what else is good for you? Bikram yoga. But it sucks and you look like a clown doing it.” Gabriel shuddered again. “You know - his hands, they felt like - they reminded me of - ”

“Whose hands? The djinn’s?”

“Yes.”

“What about them?”

“They felt like his. And I just - right then, when I felt him - ” Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut and felt a tear trickle over his temple and into his ear. “Sorry - when I felt him, I thought of you. Not because it felt like how it feels when you’re with me, or when you touch me. Because it felt so different.”

“I could lie down with you, if you want.”

Gabriel didn’t answer, and kept his eyes closed. He felt Sam, who had learned to read Gabriel’s silence, recline next to him.

“Is there anything else you want to tell me about?” Sam asked.

Gabriel curled in on himself and cried.

He felt Sam pull him close. “You’re tired, Gabriel. You need some rest. Try and sleep, yeah?”

Gabriel didn’t respond.

“Sleep,” Sam repeated.

It sounded so different coming from him.

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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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huntertales · 5 years ago

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Part Three: At First If You Don’t Succeed. (Clip Show S08E22)

Episode Summary: Sam, Dean and the reader share a bitter reunion with Castiel after finding the angel beaten and bloody in the middle of the road. While digging through the Men of Letters’ files, they stumble upon an undiscovered film which could be the key to completing the third trial. Meanwhile, Crowley digs into the reader and boys’ past, putting people they saved in mortal danger. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 3,744.

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You had your doubts on Dean's plan of digging up a demon you had buried away in the outskirts of town for the past few months. There was no reason why she wouldn't come back to life after all this time. While you were still skeptical, it seemed you were discovering new things about demons today. You learned that you might possibly be able to cure one with some Latin and purified blood. And if you chopped the head off of one with a devil's trap bullet in her skull she'd come back to life like a typical functioning monster. While you wanted nothing more in this world than to leave Abbadon buried six feet under with her still conscious of her surroundings after all she did to you. The desire to figuring out how to close the gates of hell was stronger.

You stared at the demon with your arms crossed over your chest, the sight of the red head alone made your desire to bury her alive came back even stronger. All the things she did to your father fueled the idea of leaving her in solitary. But you knew if this plan worked—if you somehow could turn her into a human again—the guilt of the blood she had on her hands from countless murders and terrible acts she committed for hell would be the best kind of punishment of all. It might be just enough for her to end her own pathetic life.

“It worked.” Dean declared the obvious. He slapped his brother on the chest for his doubts. “You owe me a beer.”

“And I owe you both so, so much.” Abbadon thought all of you were stupid enough to attach her head back on to her body with free mobility to her body. It seemed she wasn’t all back to her normal self when she made passive threats to the older Winchester. “I can’t wait to tear those pretty green eyes out.”

“Good luck with that.” Sam told the demon.

You nodded your head to the lack of human parts she woke up a little less with, your lips stretching into a smirk at her new discovery. "We figured kitty didn't need her claws.”

Abbadon stared down to see you were staring at her arms, to be specific, the bloody stumps of where her hands should have been. You couldn't help yourself but snicker as you saw her struggle to get out of her seat and come after you from the reaction alone. Abbadon enjoyed a challenge on taking down her victims. "Then I'll stump you to death. It'll be swell."

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen, either." Sam said. "The bullet, remember?"

The bullet that was currently lodged in the roof of her mouth if you took a wild guess from the angle Henry shot her, before she ripped his insides out and left him to bleed out. Long as the bullet was in her body, there was no way she was going to smoke out or escape from your clutches from what you were about to do to her. It was sweet, sweet karma coming her way that was fifty-five years in the making from what she did not only to your own flesh and blood, but to all the others she tried wiping out.

“So you sit there like a good little bitch. We’re gonna consecrate the ground, and you’re gonna get to fessing up.” Dean explained the plan for today to the demon, thinking she had no clue what was about to go down. He thought it would be a nice little surprise to ambush her with after waking up the demon from her little dirt nap. He might not be able to kill her with the demon knife, but she'd do his job for her after that soul of hers turned a little less dark.

“Oh, I know this tune.” Abbadon said. Sam scoffed quietly at the secret the Men of Letters kept hidden for decades. It'd be impossible for the demon to know, however he didn't connect the dots together. Only it was the exact reason why she was here in the first place. "Father Max Thompson, born on October 12, 1910. Died, August 5th, 1958. Who do you think ripped that priest apart? Word got back to home office that Maxie was messing with things, so we made an example. It wasn’t my most artful kill, but it was effective. But Andrew...oh, he was my pride and joy. What I did to him was a true work of art. A masterpiece, if I may say.”

“What you did is that you turned him into a monster. Like yourself.” Your insult to the demon was like a compliment from the smile that spread across Abbadon’s smeared red lips. “This entire time I thought it was because you needed someone on the inside to help you. But I’m guessing the chick you’re wearing was one of them. You did it for revenge. You knew about the rituals this entire time.”

“Father Max spilled his guts before I ripped them out of his body. He told me all about Josie Sands. I rode her into the Men of Letters and what I did to them—that was fun. But you really don’t care about that. You care about why Daddy didn’t die like everyone else.” Abbadon took a wild guess at the questions you still had. “Andrew was a special case. His family has a long history of messing with demons. It only seems fair he got a taste of his own medicine. Took days and countless demons, but it was all worth it when his soul turned black as his eyes.”

“So you knew what Max was doing.” Sam said.

“I had an idea. Fella screamed the basics. I tried getting more information out of Andrew, and, well, you can’t say much when you’re choking down demon blood.” Abbadon nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders at the inconvenience for her. “I can only imagine what kind of half breed you turned out to be, Y/N. Your little plan isn’t gonna work.”

“You keep telling yourself that.” Dean said.

You found the conversation taking a momentary pause when you heard your phone start ringing from an incoming call. You shoved a hand inside your back pocket and pulled it out to see a three number digit on the screen. “666.” You furrowed your brow slightly from who it could be from the usual number. You answered the call and pressed the phone to your ear, deciding to let the caller say hello first. The person on the other line was a voice you were expecting to hear in person after he popped out of thin air. It was Crowley, with that obnoxious accent of his.

“Hello, Kitten.”

You rolled your eyes from hearing that stupid nickname of his you were given. “Crowley.”

"Crowley?" Abbadon repeated the name of a demon she remembered before being thrown into the twenty first century. He dubbed himself king of the crossroads back in the day. She smiled slightly, wondering why he was calling you. "The salesman?"

“Try the king of hell.” Dean corrected the demon.

The smile on Abbadon's face fell quickly as it came after hearing the words come out of the man's mouth. Hell must've froze over for that pompous prick to have gotten such a prestige title. When Abbadon was around there were key players still alive—Lilith, Azazel, just to name a few on the top of the food chain. There was no way Crowley got ranks over hell above all of them. Things really went to crap while she was gone. "This a joke, right?"

You nodded your head for the boys to follow you outside so you could take this call in private. Whatever reason why Crowley was trying to contact you like this it was important. Dean ordered for the demon to stay right where she was while all of you stepped inside to figure out what the king of hell wanted. You thought Abbadon would have done what she was told. After all, there was no way she could escape if she had no hands to sneak out the bullet.

When you got outside, you pressed a button on the screen to put the call on speaker so you weren't the only one graced to hear the demon's voice. You continued on the conversation by asking a very important question. "How'd you get your slimy hands on my number, Crowley?"

"Ah, first thing's first," Crowley answered your question with a sleazy one of his own. "what are you wearing, Kitten?"

"Oh, okay, hanging up now." Dean jumped into the conversation when he heard the demon try to get cheeky with you. He nodded his head for you to end this call once and for all, thinking the demon was trying to be funny with you by wasting your time. "Hang up."

"Don't get your boxers in a twist, Squirrel. This isn't a social call. I was wondering. You lads been reading the papers, say, Dever Times from yesterday? No? Well, you should. It's side-splitting." Crowley said. Dean pulled out his phone and pulled up the newspaper the demon was talking about, and why he was going through all the effort to tell you about it. "What the hell—I'm sexting you an address. Check it out. Then we'll talk. Cheerio."

"Wait, what?" Sam tried to figure out what the demon was talking about, but he was a little slow on the draw when he heard the dial tone coming from the other end of the line. "Crowley?"

You hung up the phone and shoved it back into your pocket for safekeeping after Dean pulled up the front page of the newspaper Crowley was talking about. You spotted a news article that caught your attention, something about a freak accident always raised a few questions. "Here it is. Vic's name was Tommy Collins." Dean read off a bit of information after skimming through the article. The name sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't place where he heard it before until today. "Tommy. Why do I know that name?"

"Tommy Collins. We saved him from a wendigo like forever ago." Sam said. "It was the second case we ever took with Y/N when she was still learning how to hunt."

"Wow. Talk about a blast from the past." You mumbled the slightly insensitive remark under your breath. You vaguely remembered the case that you took back when John was missing and you were figuring the ropes of how to be a hunter without getting yourself killed. You wondered why Crowley went after Tommy after all these years "You think Crowley blew his head off? I mean, what are we dealing with here? Some sort of demon-wendigo team up?

“No clue.” Sam admitted.

“All right, well, we’ll pour one out for Tommy later.” Dean said. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and headed back inside the building, knowing you had more important things to do than worry about what Crowley was up to. It was sad at what came of Tommy, but you didn’t have time to play games. “As far as Crowley goes, screw him. We got everything we need to put him in a permanent time-out.”

You thought you were one step ahead of the game from Abbadon sitting in the building with no where to go and Crowley thinking you were going to play his little game. It seemed for a second you had everything exactly where you wanted. Life has a funny way of not always working in your favor. When you stepped back inside the place and into where you left the demon, you felt your heart stop in panic when you saw there was an empty chair—and no demon. You swore on your life she was there when you left her only a few minutes ago. Somehow the bitch managed to sneak away while you weren’t looking.

“No. No! No! No! No!” Dean growled to himself at the unfortunate sight. He raced forward to the empty chair and looked around to see if he might be able to spot the red head around here somewhere. “She’s gone. She’s—son of a bitch!”

Dean took it upon himself to try and track the demon down while you and Sam figured out how Abbadon managed to get herself free. She might be immune to the demon knife, but you’ve never met something like her that was resistant to a devil’s trap. You should’ve take it one step further and made one around her before you brought Raggedy Ann back to life. You walked over to the desk you had laid all the materials out on when you noticed something was off. You reached for the metal box that you had put her detached hands for safe keeping. When you noticed they were empty, you let out a frustrated sigh and threw it back down to the desk, causing you to make a banging noise that echoed through the place. Who would’ve thought her hands were like Thing Addams.

Sam started to figure out how she managed to get herself free when he spotted something red on the ground he didn’t seem before, not too far from where the chair was. He bent down to examine it further to try and figure out what it was. Sam didn’t take very long to realize it was the bloody bullet that was lodged in Abbadon’s head. She must’ve somehow gotten it loose from using her unattached hands and snuck out while the demon had the chance. Sam called for yours and his brother’s attention to show you what he found. The sight of the bloody bullet made you grow even more pissed off. Before you could let out a swear word like you wanted, you felt your phone vibrate. You snatched it out from your pocket to see it was a notification.

“It’s a text message from Crowley,” You told them. “an address in Prosperity, Indiana.”

“Prosperity? Didn’t we work a case there? Yeah, yeah, the one with the witches and the baked goods.” Dean said, figuring out why the place sounded so familiar to him. You guessed it was during your absence away, that’s why you were out of the loop. “So what? He’s going after somebody there now?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said. “We got to check it out.”

You raised your brow slightly from the obvious reason not to play along to Crowley’s game. He would stop at nothing to see you dead. No matter how many bodies it took to get you where he wanted you. “Well, you know it’s a trap.”

“Of course it’s a trap. But a trap means demons,” Sam stated the reason why it was important for you to go to Indiana. He raised up the bullet that held the one that you had at your disposal, before she ran away. “And we could use one right now.”

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You didn't have much of a choice but to follow along with Crowley's instructions and take the long drive to Indiana with the hopes that you were on time to save this Jenny person from the fate Tommy had suffered. Along with a few demons that he might be stupid enough to have waiting for you. All you needed was just the one to get this entire situation wrapped up for good once and for all. No more kings of hell calling up to harass you. No more demons trying to toy with your life for the hell of it. You could finally have the life you've been yearning for decades now. Most importantly your child could have a life without worrying things were going to end up the same way as it had for you.

When you pulled up to the apartment that Jenny was living in after her near death experience with some pissed off witch, you and the boys wasted no time in getting out and heading up there. You were anxious about what was waiting for you inside the apartment. Every part of you was hoping Crowley was going to slip up and have one of his goons waiting for you. Dean picked the lock in record time and swung open the door, stepping into the dark apartment after testing the light switch only to conclude the power was out. He made his way inside first with Sam following behind. You lingered in the hallway as the both of them made sweep around the place to see if there was anyone hiding in the shadows.

You made your way inside when you noticed there was most likely no one here, all though you still kept the demon knife close to your side, wanting to err on the side of caution just in case someone wanted to get the jump on you. You noticed right as you stepped into the apartment Dean found something. You made your way over to the kitchen area to see Jenny had been busy earlier from the sight of delicious looking cupcakes and a mess of ingredients around the place. You peered over the counter to meet Jenny for yourself. However the both of you couldn’t be properly introduced from the sight of her.

You grimaced at the burnt smell of human flesh that made your stomach feel queasy, the sight of Jenny with her head in the oven after someone most likely forced her in there. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to keep yourself from throwing up. “Is that…Jenny?”

Dean slowly nodded his head to answer your question. He stared at the body for a moment, a sense of guilt coming over him from how the poor girl fell into the clutches of Crowley's plan "You were a great gal, Jenny Klein.”

You heard your phone start ringing again just a minute after you arrived to Jenny's apartment and discovered the present Crowley had left for you. You quickly pulled it out to see the familiar three digit number on the screen. You let out a frustrated sigh at who was calling you again and got the boys’ attention before answering the call. "What the hell are you doing, Crowley?"

“Oh, Kitty, isn’t it obvious?” Crowley asked you, wondering why you haven’t caught up to the little game he wanted to play. “I’m killing everyone you and those neanderthals ever saved—the damsels in distress, the innocent whippersnappers, the would-be vampire chow—all of them.”

“How do you even know—” Dean tried to ask the demon a question, but he was quickly cut off.

“I have my sources and a cracking research team. When you kids hit a town, you tend to leave a mess. Now, you’re probably wondering why my droogs aren’t in there giving you the bum’s rush, so let’s bress these tracks, shall we?” You felt your grip around the knife go slightly tighter as you looked around the room, wondering if Crowley was just bluffing. But the place was empty except for the three of you. And Jenny’s charred body. “I’m gonna gut one person every twelve hours until you bring me the demon tablet and stop this whole trials nonsense.”

“We don’t have the tablet.” Sam lied to the demon, hoping it would be enough to buy you some time and figure out another plan to stop Crowley before he could hurt anyone else. “Kevin took it and—”

“I took Kevin. Then someone took him back. Word from the cloud that it wasn’t heaven. So either the cutest little prophet in the world is with you two lads and Y/N, or you better find him tout-bloody-suite because time, she is a-wasting. About now, you’re thinking of ways to stop me. You won't be able to, but you'll try because that's what you do. You try. So, time for an object lesson.” Crowley decided to be nice and throw you another chance at saving a life you already did many years ago. “Indianapolis, the Ivy motel, room one-one-six. You have fifty-seven minutes."

You peeked at the clock on the oven to see that it was a little after eleven. You and the boys had until midnight to find this person and save them from whatever twisted plan Crowley had. When you heard the dial tone come from the other end, you wasted no time getting out of there and back down to the Impala. There was no way in hell you were going to let that bastard win again.

+ + +

On the way to the motel you tried racking your brain for old cases that you worked here to help figure who Crowley might be going after. Maybe he was just pulling at your strings and leading you to another dead body. A warning for the people he was going to pick off if you didn’t do what he said. You felt a nervous knot in your stomach began to form as you cautiously watched the time on the clock as it ticked down to a half an hour until midnight. You were determined to make it there with time to spare and prepare yourself for whatever sort of twist Crowley wanted to throw your way.

Dean stayed behind to collect some things for you while you and Sam rushed to find the motel of Crowley's next victim if you weren't quick enough. Sam rapidly knocked on the door until someone finally answered it after a long grueling minute of waiting. Who you saw answer the door took you by surprise if you had to be honest. Sarah Blake—she was a young woman at the time you first met all the way back in '05. The daughter of an art dealer who got caught in the cross hairs of a spirit of a child who murdered her family and anyone who had taken possession of it. You saved her from the spirit after it trapped her and Sam in the home of the last person who took ownership of the painting.

“Sam.” She spoke the name of a man she hadn't seen in almost eight years. All though she only met him once, the encounter they shared together was something she'd never forget. It took a second he didn't come here alone. You greeted the woman with a forced smile as a sense of fear slowly crossed her face. "What are you doing here?”

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thecutestvamp · 5 years ago

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Beauty of the Dark - A Damon /OC Fic

Pairings: Damon/OC

About: With the hopes of starting fresh, seventeen year old Lucy Adams moves to Mystic Falls, the town where her parents grew up. Shortly after arriving, she discovers that the seemingly boring town has secrets even darker than the ones she carries. Lucy is forced to confront her past as she ends up tangled in the dangers of Mystic Falls.

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CHAPTER 1 - Begin Again

Wake up To sun 'Cause morning Does come

If all you can rely on is The feel of your feet on the wet floor. If all you can depend on is all movement gives you some direction then

Begin again You're no calendar You're no concrete plan Begin again Don't waste your time waiting for someone to tell you that

I sat on the edge of the bare mattress and gazed around the room. Without any of the posters on the wall or socks on the floor it almost felt like just a room. There was no sign that someone sat up late at the desk in the corner struggling over their math homework, or that they watched endless shows on Netflix while sitting on this very bed, and the pencil marks in the doorway marking height that indicated that someone quite literally grew up in this room had been painted over.

“Lucy? Lucy where are you?” My mom’s footsteps echoed through the hall, “LU- Oh honey what are you doing in here.”

I looked at the floor, “I just. . . wanted to be in here one last time.”

“Honey,” Mom reached out and placed her hand on my shoulder, “I know it hurts to say goodbye. But I really think this move will be good for you. For all of us.”

“You guys keep saying that, but it really feels like we’re just running away.” I said.

“We aren’t running away Lucy. It’s just. . . this house.” Mom sighed, “Don’t think of it as running away. Think of it as moving forward.”

I forced a smile, “It will be nice to go to a school where people don’t stare at me like I have eleven heads. I mean I don’t expect to be miss popular in Mystic Falls. But it’ll at least be a fresh start.”

“Lucy honey, look at yourself.” Mom turned towards the mirror above the dresser, “You’re beautiful. More importantly, you’re kind, and smart, and-“

I cut her off by putting my hand over her shoulder, and silently examined myself in the mirror. Parents always think their kids are the most beautiful, they don’t see you the way other kids see you, or the way you see yourself. When I look at my hair, all I see is a constant state of tangled frizz due to my inability to control the brunette curls. My height left me constantly aware of how much space I take up. I knew I was better off winning my classmates over with my brain or my kindness.

I shifted by eyes up to meet my mother’s in the reflection. Now she was truly stunning. Even with the lines and bags that started to emerge around her steely eyes, and the grey that peppered her dirty blonde hair, she was an elegant woman that exuded grace. I always wished that I could’ve taken after her, but that just wasn’t possible. I squeezed her hand, our eyes communicating what was left unsaid between us.

“Come on, Lucy.” She patted my shoulder, “We should get going, the movers are waiting on us.”

I got up and walked down the hall to my bedroom, grabbing my last suitcase and backpack. I threw them in the back of my mom’s Range Rover, and dug my headphones out of my pocket, ready to sit back and try to enjoy the two hour drive to Mystic Falls.

Wake up To sun 'Cause morning still comes

So move around your furniture Or put it all out on the curb And drive away to something new

Yeah, watch the skylight sink behind you and

Begin again You're no calendar You're no concrete plan Begin again

I must’ve dozed off, as I woke up to my mom nudging me. I took one of my headphones out and blinked groggily at her.

“We’re here honey.”

Even if I hadn’t just woken up, I’m not sure I would’ve been able to find words. We were driving up a tree-lined driveway towards a gigantic white home. It was two stories, with six massive columns running along the front porches that took up both stories. The windows were uniform and tall, encompassed by deep forest green shutters. My parents knew my affinity for all things visual, and as such refused to let me house hunt with them, as I’d surely find something wrong with every house. This was my first time seeing my new home, and it was a true southern manor.

A genuine smile spread across my face, “Mom it’s- wow. I knew you guys wouldn’t pick something modest but . . . wow.”

We opened the front door to find the movers being directed as to where to place the first boxes.

“DAD!” I yelled, running towards the man standing in the entryway, putting his phone in his pocket. He had to move here a week before us due to a case he was assigned at his new firm, but it felt like it had been longer since I had seen him.

“Cupcake!” He wrapped me in a hug, and I buried my face in his suit jacket, “How was your nap on the way here?”

“How’d you know I took a nap?” I asked, pulling back. “You’ve fallen asleep in every car ride longer than an hour since you were five.” He grinned, “How do you like the new house?”

“Who wouldn’t like this house?” I exclaimed, “Where’s my room?”

“Come on upstairs, I’ll show you.” He guided me up the stairs and towards the first room on the right of the hallway. I immediately ran and jumped on to the bed, the only piece of furniture so far.

“Do you like it?” Dad asked. I buried my face in the comforter, “It’s even better in person.”

There were a few pieces of furniture, mainly antiques, from our old house that Mom and Dad wanted to keep, but in spirit of starting fresh they decided that we could buy mostly new furniture for the house. I had chosen an upholstered grey bed frame with a simple white comforter. It really was even better in person; it contrasted the ebony floors beautifully.

“I’m glad you like it. I promise we’ll take you furniture shopping tomorrow, and have you feeling settled in by Monday.” Dad reached out to ruffle my hair, “Now why don’t you go grab some of you boxes and bring them up here, if you leave the movers to it alone they’ll be spending eight hours just dragging your clothes up here.”

I laughed, and bounded back downstairs to bring some of my things to my bedroom.

I wiped a drop of sweat from my brow and stood back to admire my work. The closet in my bedroom was huge, practically big enough for me to lie down in every direction, and despite my dad’s exaggerations I would actually have to go shopping to fill it completely. I was relieved to have all my clothes unpacked, at least, as it would make it easier to pick out my first day of school outfit.

I traipsed back down the stairs for the millionth time today to find my parents leaning over the kitchen counter, looking at couches on one of their laptops.

“Can we eat? I’m starving.” My stomach growled in agreement.

“Oh honey,” My mom looked up and brought a hand to her forehead, “I completely forgot about dinner. I meant to stop by the grocery store earlier, you know what why don’t we just go now?”

“I think it closed at eight.” My dad reached into one of the kitchen drawers, “Tell you what cupcake, I grabbed a menu from a restaurant in town the other night, why don’t you look it over and we can order carry out from there?”

“Sounds great.” I smiled, taking the piece of paper to look over.

I decided on a flatbread, and in true fashion my mom ordered a salad and my dad a burger. The woman on the phone told us our order would be ready in about half an hour.

“Where are my keys?” I asked, “I can go pick it up.”

Mom frowned, “Honey, why don’t I drive? You’re more than welcome to come with me, but it’s dark and you don’t know the town and. . .”

“Mom.” I interjected, “This town is the size of our old backyard, and even if I do get lost I have my phone with me. Please? I miss driving my car.”

My mom exchanged glances with my dad, who subtly nodded and reached in his pocket to hand me my keys. I practically jumped up and down.

“Text us when you get there and when you’re on your way home.” Dad said, “Please drive safely.”

“I will. I promise.” I hugged both of them, and gave my dad a kiss on the cheek.

I took in a long breath as I got behind the wheel of my car. It still had that new leather smell. The engine let out something between a purr and a roar as I turned it on, and I closed my eyes and sighed. I was thankful for a lot of things that my parents were able to give me, but I was especially thankful for my Mustang. Not a lot of people get their dream car ever, let alone at seventeen.

The streets of the town were abhorrently quiet for 8:30 on a Friday night. I peered at the houses as I drove past, trying to catch a glimpse of the people that were now neighbors, and potentially my future friends. One house in particular caught my eye and caused me to slow to a stop. I examined the red brick and the black door, sighed, and turned up the volume on my radio and continued on.

I pulled into a spot right by the door, guided by the illuminated orange sign, double tapping the lock button on my keys as I walked into the restaurant.

“Welcome to The Mystic Grill, how can I help you?” A perky girl at the hostess stand asked me.

“Hi, I placed an order for carry out, it should be under Peter Adams?” I said.

“Oh hi hun, your food should be ready in just a few minutes. Why don’t you have a seat at the bar there and Matt will help you out when your food’s ready.”

She smiled. I walked over to the bar where a tall boy was drying a few glasses. He had a boyish charm, with reddish blonde hair and muscles accentuated by the dark t-shirt with the restaurant’s logo on the chest.

“Hey how can I help you?” He asked, with a smile.

“I’m here to pick up an order for Peter Adams and the hostess told me to wait here.” I said.

“Gotcha, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll go check on that for you, could I get you a water or anything while you wait?” He offered.

“I’m all good thank you.” I smiled as I watched him walk into the kitchen.

The bar was mostly empty, save for a man drinking alone. I chose a stool a couple seats down, not wanting to be next to who I assumed to be the town drunk. He turned to look at me, and jumped a little bit as he examined me.

“Well hello there.” His eyelids lolled as he attempted to sit up straight, “New in town?”

I rolled my eyes, “Is this town so small that you can spot a new person as soon as they walk into a restaurant?”

“Lets just say I’ve lived here a while.” He smiled and leaned towards me, “What’s your name?”

I found myself at a loss for words as I made eye contact with him. His eyes were the most piercing blue I had ever seen on another human. Their iciness was only accentuated by the darkness of his hair and brows. The bartender was cute, but this man was strikingly handsome. Everything about him was almost unnervingly perfect.

“So they don’t have names where you’re from, got it.” He took a sip of the amber liquid in his glass.

“Oh. Name. It’s Lucy.” I stammered, “I’m sorry I just- I . . .”

“Have never seen someone so devilishly handsome in your entire life? It’s okay, happens all the time.” He took another sip, solidifying my theory that he was the town drunk, “So what brings you to Mystic Falls, Lucy?”

The way he said my name sent chills down my spine, “I just moved here. Dad got offered a job at the law firm and my parents grew up here, so it made sense for us to come back.”

“Boring.” He said, “I was hoping you were someone from animal control here to do something about all the attacks lately.”

“Attacks?” I asked. “Yes, attacks. Animal attacks. This town is absolutely riddled with them.” Damon said, “Come on, do your research. You move somewhere and you don’t even do one Google search?”

“Wow I had no idea.” I shifted my gaze to the bottles behind the bar. My thoughts were interrupted by the bartender emerging from the kitchen, carrying a plastic bag.

“Here you are Miss Adams, that should be everything for you.” I handed him my dad’s credit card, “Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“No thank you I think I’m all set.” I said as he handed me the card with a receipt, which I promptly shoved in my pocket.

“Well in that case, you have yourself a lovely rest of the evening, and don’t be a stranger here, okay?” He shot me one last smile before walking back into the kitchen.

The stranger downed his glass and threw a bill on the counter as I stood up.

“Anyways Lucy, since you clearly are lacking in street smarts, why don’t you let me take you home?” He suggested.

“I have my car, but thanks.” I shifted uncomfortably at the blatant offer from a stranger.

As I turned towards the door, he stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Let me take you home.” I stared into his eyes and could have sworn I saw them dilate as he spoke to me.

“Like I said, I have my car.” I refused, “And I’m pretty sure you’ve had too much to drink to be driving yourself around, let alone another person.”

His brow furrowed as he looked me up and down, confused. I could tell he wasn’t used to rejection, which made sense given his face. “I have a high tolerance. Let me at least walk you to your car then.”

I sighed in resignation, and let him trail me to the door. I wasn’t an idiot; I knew he was hitting on me. I’d read all the “How to tell if your crush likes you” articles in middle school, and, well, pupils dilating was in every article, right next to finding reasons to spend time with you. He was clearly way too old, and way too irresponsible for me, but I could enjoy the attention from a strikingly handsome stranger while it lasted.

“So do you always spend your Friday nights drinking alone at the bar?” I asked.

“Only when I just found out the girl I love has been lying to me for a long time and doesn’t actually care about me at all.” He said.

I paused, examining his face for more clues, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

My car beeped as I unlocked it, interrupting whatever stupid thing I was about to say to try to fix the awkwardness. His eyes shifted from my car back to the hostess inside, who had been watching us since he first started talking to me at the bar.

“Right next to the door?” He asked.

“Ten minute parking.” I pointed to the sign and held up my bag, “Carry out only.”

He nodded, “So who’d you steal this car from? No way it’s yours.”

I opened the door and set the bag in the passenger seat, “Yes way, it is mine.”

“Huh, your car gives mine a run for it’s money.” He gestured towards an old blue Camaro parked further down and wiggled his eyebrows, “Last change to go for a ride.”

I felt my face flush at his persistence, “I’m not getting in a car with you. But I will give you my number.”

I reached in my purse for a pen, and scrawled my number on the crinkled up receipt from my pocket. I handed it to him, and his hand touched mine. I looked up, feeling jolted by the contact, to find him staring intently at me. His eyes were so intense his gaze was almost scary. I felt like . . . like prey. Another chill ran up my spine.

“Cold?” He asked, “Why don’t you take my jacket.”

“No that’s okay I’m just-“ He had already slide off his black leather jacket and began to place it around my shoulders, “How will I get it back to you?”

“I’ll find you.” He stated, and turned to walk away from me, leaving me dumbfounded. He held up the paper I had handed him between two fingers and turned over his shoulder, “I have your number, remember?”

“Wait!” I called after him, “I don’t think I ever got your name.”

He stopped for a second, “It’s Damon.”

I leaned against my car, staring as he walked back to his car, and stayed transfixed as he drove away. Only after his car had disappeared on the road did I turn and get into mine. I placed both hands on the steering wheel, and looked straight ahead.

“Damon.”

That night I drifted into sleep easily, as I was exhausted from a day of unpacking. While I fell asleep thinking of piercing blue eyes and black leather jackets, my dreams carried me away from my thoughts of the mysterious stranger I had met only a few hours prior.

I walked away from the house with tears in my eyes, shoving the piece of paper in my pocket. I slammed the car door as I got in, and hit the steering wheel with frustration.

“You’re kidding me,” Brandon said, “He didn’t want to talk to you?”

I shook my head, “No, he wasn’t even there.”

“Oh, well he’s got to come back then, right?” Brandon asked.

“No,” I sniffed, “He’s gone for good. He left town.”

Brandon put a hand on my shoulder, “You can still find him, Luc. Just keep looking, ask someone if-“

“NO.” I said, “I can’t keep looking. He didn’t want me anyways. I have to let it go.”

I choked out a sob, and Brandon pulled me in for a hug. We just sat like that, me sobbing as I stared back at the house, and Brandon trying to comfort me. It was no use. There’s nothing that can make up for the feeling of being unwanted.

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adventureousjourney · 5 years ago

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I caught a silent knock at my door. With quick motion, I draped my clothes back on and slid my feet back into my loafers. Jolting up to answer the door. I received a familiar face, Steve from accounting. "You're still here, that's good man," acknowledge Steve. "You never come up to my office, I always meet you going down," I stated. "Today was half day at work," he informed me. "I totally forgot about that," confessing to him.

"Would you like to wait for me?" I asked politely. He nodded and threw himself onto my couch. Unconsciously I admired his delightful black suit paired with a gray shirt. My sight examine all his body; I end my eye tour at his cap toe shoes. With no hesitation I blurted out, " wow Steve, those are some cool loking cap toe shoe." I froze in terror for hearing what I had spoken. I was more shocked for what he replied, "your loafers are way cooler man, we should trade shoes."

I went over to the couch and plop myself right beside him. Warmth radiated from him; the closer I was with him. "Theses are some dirty loafers man, I dont think they would fit you anyway," expressing my concern. These shoes had just been the center of a passionate play. I shifted my head and our eyes meet; seeing deep into his eyes I could tell he truly desired my shoes. He sat there beside me with a leg squared to his body. The shoe perpendicular to our position. I mirrored his position. The soles of our two shoes clashed together with tremendous force.

"Look man, our shoes are practically that same size," implied Steve. My attention was now at our paired shoes. He tapped his shoe onto mine; I felt energy transfor from his leg to mine. A rush of euphoria shot to all the different parts of my body. He rested a hand on my tight. I stared in amusement as he glided the hand towards my loafer. The hand halted at my shoe; with soft gentle stroke he caressed the leather. I chirpped a soft moan. "Are you enjoying this man?" he inquired. "I am man," I replied.

My cock partied inside my pants as it stiffen. I could see Steve's outline being to form on his pants. "Do you want take my shoe off Steve?" I asked. Before I heard an answer my loafer was being pulled from my foot. "Fuck yeah man!" he screamed behind a shoe. I listen to deep inhales of what could be him smelling my piss and cum loafer.

"I'm speechless man. This loafers smells astounding. Is that piss and cum I detect?"

"Yes dude. I piss and cum in these bad boys." I place my mouth to his ear and whispered, "that piss and cum is from ten minutes ago." He moaned loudly as he sat facing me. He threw my shoe to the ground.

He slithered his way up my body. Our chest touching one another. I wrapped my arms around his waist bringing him closer to me. Nose to nose we were. Then I kissed his soft lips; with my tongue doing laps around them. I bit his lower lip and heard him grunt. While we kept our lips interlocked, I scratched his back.

I propelled us off the couch to a standing position. Droping to my knees. Deep in trance we were; our body would soon intertwin.

"Steve this is a huge cock I feel. How big is it?" "Take it out and you'll see man." I unbuckled his belt and uzipped the zipper. A cock hurled itself out smacking me on the face. I took the hit, enjoying the skin to skin contact. Squeezing his balls, one in each hand, he screamed with excitement. I nibble at his balls that probably tickled him cause I perceived him shivering.

He shoved is cock into my mouth-watering mouth. Seeing the inches disappear and reappear as he fucked my mouth. I could sense his cock approaching the back of my throat. I mumbled, "it's delicious. I want more." "Fuck man," he responded. Instantly his cock was out my mouth leaving behind the after taste of his precum.

He lifted me up to my feet with a small bounce at the end. He swirled me around; I plummeted into the couch with my ass in the air. He ganked my pants down exposing my bare ass. He plunged his face deep inside my ass. I moaned and giggled from him eating me out. One finger then two finger he alternated between, pleasuring my asshole.

"Fuck man your tight, your ready for my cock?" he questioned. He already knew my respond. I had nothing to say. He slip on the condom. Wasting no time he rammed his cock into ass. I screamed and moaned at the top of my lungs. His big cock penetrated me with joy. He thrust his cock in and out of my asshole. Serenity encompasses my body and I couldn't feel anymore alive.

He stopped fucking me. I rotated my body to face him; our lips seal once agian. "Wow Steve, you know what you do." "A handsome guy like you brings out my wild side out." "Stop talking and do more." "As you please"

We kiss. He bit my lower lip. With great strength, he tore apart my shirt. Buttons flew everywhere. His cold hands touched my semi smooth chest. He lowered his face to my chest; puckered his lip and suck my nipples. I yelled that hardest I could. The softness of his lips on my nipples shot chills up my spine. He pecked my stomach with small kisses.

He slid off my body onto the ground. He straighten up and began to massage my rock hard cock. I felt him vary his stroking speed. His tongue hang loosely out his mouth. He gradually approach my cock and his rough tongue attatcked to my cock. The tongue was dragged around my shaft. The roughness stiffen my cock harder.

He removed my shoe and peeled a sock off. He proceeded to insert my cock into the stinky and warm sock. As soon as the sock was on my cock he was sucking me. Starnge sensation flooded me. The sock got soaking wet and made my cock cold; came out his mouth but the sock stayed in mouth. I could see him chew the sock. I meet his eyes and instantly knew it was the best thing he had ever done. He stretched the sock as far as he could and he opened his mouth. The sock sprung back to it's shape.

Intrigued with what he had done I asked him, "how did my sock taste like?" "Out of this world man, could still taste the piss and cum from your previos senssion. Sweaty and salty. Great tasting sock." My curiosity had been sparked. "Let me do it to your sock now," I sofly demanded. He layed on his back; flinging a leg into the air, I caught it in mid-descend. His foot weight heavily. I quickly untied his laces and wiggled his foot out.

Shoving my nose right into the source. I took in big breaths to acquaint myself with the aroma. His sock stank with a refreshing smell of sweat, piss and cum. My tongue flew out my mouth; I began to lick his sock. I was bombarded with great ecstasy. My stroking pace had speed up and I knew I wasn't going to last any longer.

"I'm going cum. Steve. I'm going cum!" I shrieked. "Cum on my face and shoe man," he requested. I stood up from the couch and snagged his shoe. I had to work quickly my climax was impending. His gorgeous face was smooch by his shoe right next to it. I plastered his face full of cum; the shoe had cum splash on it. Cum still oozed from cock. He sucked me clean.

I took him by the arm and rose him up. I kissed his cum lips. He wrapped an arm around my back; we tighten our stance closer. "I'm going to cum soon man!" yelled Steve. "Could you lay on the couch and let me cum all over your belly?" he requested. I settled into the couch with my back flat to the surface. He then got on top of me and I was left between his legs.

Swooping, with his hand, my loafer was off the ground and now on my belly. He moaned loudly to his increased stroking pattern. He unloaded a big load of cum on my belly and shoe. Swatting the shoe back to the ground; he shimmied his way to my face. I ate his cock once more. I tasted and swallowed the cum that lingered on his cock.

He fell next to me on the couch. Holding each other we layed there, bath in our own sweat and cum. We dose off into a short nap.

We woke each other up by bump into each other. We faced each other staring deeply into our eyes. "Hey." "Hey." He kissed me and I kissed him. Our lips peeled off from one another. Nose to nose we froze hopping the moment wouldn't end. Good moments don't come to and end; they flourish into a life time.

Steve messed around with my hair. We continue to stare for a bit longer. "Well," I spoke. "Are you going to take me on a dinner date?" "Definitely man. Your a keeper." he responded. He gave me a final kiss.

We composed ourselves out of the couch. Beinging to clothe our bodies. His gray shirt was now wrinkled. I found cum still in his hair. Swiping it onto my hand then on his shirt. He smiled and gave a peck on the lips.

"Sorry man that I tore your shirt apart," he apologized. "No worries man. Gives me an excuse to now steal your shirt later." We smiled to each other.

Squatting down to the couch. He was about to shove is foot into his shoe, when I stopped him. "Steve wait, you wanted to trade shoes. Here wear my loafers." His face glowed with rejoice. "Then you have to wear mine," he told me.

He slid his foot into my loafers. I slid my foot into his cap toe shoes and tightly tied them. "You were right man. We do have the same shoe size." I denounced. He rejoiced in my defeat. And we headed off. Our hands clasps together; in holding hands we left towards our new adventure.

P.S This story is just a rough draft and may need fixing. If you read it please coment on how I can improve my writing

Author Mr. Shoe.

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theygotmewhipped · 6 years ago

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Skin - 10. Goodbye

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“Ou, shit!” I swore after I hit an object that shouldn’t be in here while I was walking to the bathroom to freshen up with eyes barely opened after I woke up. I stopped in my tracks and rubbed my eyes. “Huh?” I looked around to see boxocalypse in the apartment. What are all these boxes doing here? There can be only one person responsible for this mess. “I swear, I’m gonna kill him one day.” I grunted under the breath. “Chanyeol!” I called out to him.

“Oh, good morning, Yumi.” He appeared with one of the boxes in his hands. Something was off about him though and I don’t mean the weirdly huge number of boxes he stocked in here. I observed him, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“Are you okay?” He asked me confused after I just quietly stared at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine but…” That’s it! I know what feels so wrong. He’s uncharacteristically gloomy. “What are you doing with all those boxes?” I asked. Rather than his feelings I regarded what bothered me.

“It’s been a month.” He put down the box he was holding.

“Eh? What’s been a month?” I asked puzzled.

“You won.” He said as if I should know what he was talking about.

“I won? What did I win?” Definitely not a lottery because that would mean I had a luck for once in my life. But it’s too early to think of anything else.

“The bet we made, remember? So I’m moving out.” He went to his room leaving me completely frozen.

“Moving…out?” I said to myself trying to connect the dots. Right! The bet! Ding, ding, enlightenment. Ha, I knew I would win! A victorious grin spread on my face. How could I forget about that? Freedom, here I come! Don’t worry, Netflix, babe, I won’t ever neglect you again. And my sweet bed, my sweet sweet baby, the love of my life, it’s gonna be a nap time as often as it used to be. We are gonna sleep, eat, chill and repeat. Just like the good old days. With occasional interruption by school and work, but yeah. I’m back, baby. The satisfaction from this victory is greater than I expected. It’s like a burden has been lifted from my chest.

I made a weird celebratory dance and grinned to myself. No more waking up to loud noises, no more compulsory activities outside, no more Baekhyun and company. I can’t believe I actually got what I wanted for once. Take that, Minha! Your attempt to get me to connect with someone failed. Muhaha! I never been this happy so early in the morning. Feels good. I happily strolled to the kitchen not needing to go to the bathroom anymore and began preparing a hot cocoa. I actually started dancing in front of the counter and whistling.

“Wow, it’s been a month and I haven’t once seen you this energetic, before lunch not to mention.” He creased his eyebrows, holding another box of his stuff.

“Wouldn’t you be happy as well if you won something?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“I guess…” He paused for a moment. “If you are honest, won’t you miss me?” His lips were in a straight line, eyes burning right through me with a sad glint.

“Hmm, nope, I think not.” I said cheerfully without giving it a second thought.

“Not even a little?” His face showed signs of disappointment.

“Dude, I’ve been waiting for this since the day one. What do you think?” I blurted out.

“Oh…okay.” He looked down. “I’ll take only the necessities today and comeback the day after tomorrow for the rest if it’s okay.” He informed me.

“Yeah, sure.” I agreed. Honestly I couldn’t care less if I have to see him one more time since I don’t have to see him ever again after that. I made myself breakfast while Chanyeol carried his stuff to the car.

“Aright, see you later, then.” Chanyeol said his goodbye and left. Wow, can you hear it? Nope? Exactly. The peace and quiet. I took a deep breath and smiled. Netflix, here I come!

After four hours of catching up with the unseen episodes, spreading on the couch in my pajamas I turned it off, disinterested. I seated myself and stared at the black screen. Was it always this…dull? I looked around the room, seeing all those boxes, taking in the silence. This…feels wrong somehow. Or maybe I’m just tired. Whatever, I’m gonna take a nap for a bit. I moved to the bed and l lay down. However, no matter how much I tried to fall asleep I couldn’t. Usually I would just close my eyes and fall asleep but not this time. It’s like my body works in a different regime than it used to.

After half an hour I gave up. “Screw it!” I’m just gonna play some games. I sat back in front of the TV and turned on the console. No matter what I played I lost every goddamn time. “Fucking bullshit!” I threw the controller on the couch and stood up. It’s like I’ve wasted all my luck this morning.

I aimlessly walked around the apartment. Something in me was twitching, not just because I was angry. I opened the fridge looking for a comfort food. But as usual didn’t find anything interesting so I took out the milk bottle and closed the fridge drinking from it. A certain picture on the fridge caught my attention and not just because the only one that was there. I stopped drinking to look at it properly.

How long has it been here? What is it, two weeks since we were in the hospital? And yet this is the first time I’m actually looking at it. Always just quickly pass by it like it doesn’t exist. An unimportant piece of paper stuck to the fridge. I thought Chanyeol would pack it as well since it’s from one of those kids.

Stupid children’s brain. As if drawing the three of us holding hands with caption ‘Best Friends Forever’ in a rainbow color would make it reality. She won’t last long, and in three days I and Chanyeol won’t ever see each other again. Forever is always temporary when it comes to people.

And still, while I’m looking at it, it makes me remember the most of that day. Chanyeol’s beautiful voice. The way all those kids adored him like an older brother. Me being an asshole. Me trying to be a less of an asshole. Yeah, good times, good times. My wallet still hurts and I don’t want to see pizza at least for another month. But it’s not all that bad, is it? I did something good for once. Although I still don’t understand why that idiot had my sketch tattooed on him. It wasn’t even that good.

“Whatever, not my body.” I shrugged and put the milk back into the fridge. I took down the picture and put in on one of the boxes for Chanyeol to take it later. I don’t intend to keep it. I don’t need it and I don’t want it.

What should I do now? I looked around myself and saw the boxes. Right, I need a new roommate. I took my laptop and began to write down the advertisement. Making sure there was no chance anyone too friendly or active would answer to it. Seriously I don’t want another Chanyeol. One was more than enough. I stared at the finished ad before posting it. Nah, not gonna do it. It can wait. I can manage a month of a full rent. I should just enjoy having no one around as long as I can.

After I gave up on that I looked for something else to do to keep myself occupied. Maybe I could clean up Chanyeol’s room since he’s all packed up. I prepared a mop and bucket and entered the empty room. I put on some music to make the cleaning more entertaining and started to clean the floor. I sang along the songs and danced with the stick of the mop acting like I’m some kind of a superstar. Well, Chanyeol wouldn’t have to pretend. He sings like a god and his voice is like a blanket to a soul. Goddamit, stop! You finally got rid of him so why are you bringing him up again?! I don’t know, stop yelling at me. It’s just another destination of my train of thoughts it’s not my fault. I spun around with the mop hitting a nightstand followed by a sound of something hitting the floor. I turned around to pick it up but stopped when I saw it was a picture frame. Did he forget it here? I hope it didn’t crack. Must be important if he framed it. I reached out for it and lifted the frame.

“No way.” I said in disbelief staring at the photo in the frame. It’s been just a few days and he has it framed already? I was looking at myself after we had climbed that stupid mountain. Is this some kind of a joke? Did he leave it here to spite me? It’s really nice though. Well, it’s not like I expected Chanyeol’s idea of spite to be anything worse. Unless he actually forgot it here. But that would mean he had my photo on the nightstand.

I observed myself in the photo and couldn’t help but smile a little. I look so at peace despite the fact that I wanted to kill him at that moment. It feels so weird looking at myself not recognizing the person just because of a fleeting emotion. It was so awkward after that. I couldn’t even look him in the eye for the rest of the day and rather spend it conversing with Sehun trying to ignore the looks Chanyeol gave me.

I put the frame back on the nightstand and finished the cleaning. After that I opted to watch Netflix again. I watched the moving screen but I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering back to Chanyeol.

This is ridiculous! The only reason he’s creeping into my mind is because he was here for so long that I got used to having him around. I just got adapted to the new environment and now I’m experiencing some kind of a Stockholm syndrome or withdrawal or something. Tomorrow I won’t even notice that he’s not here and after his things are gone I won’t even get reminded that he ever was here. It’s natural that I’m feeling like somethings not right. It’s just a work of habit.

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anime-dub-transcripts · 2 years ago

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Hetalia: World Series Episode #8 Transcript

This episode has Rome and Germania hanging out, Germany's observation diary on Italy, and Spain getting Chibi Romano.

{Caption: Mr. Rome}

Rome: Ohoho! Ohoho! Oh! Ohoho! Ohohoho!

{Caption: Mr. Germania}

Germania: Eugh…

Rome: Ohoh!

{Caption #1: Explanation}

{Caption #2: Europe before Christ. Mr. Rome and Mr. Germania are here}

Rome: I saw this crazy hot lady the other day, so I started chatting her up and impressed her by getting totally wasted. It works every time! Man, those drinks were crazy good! I had the sex, which is the important thing. Anyway, after that, I won an overwhelming victory in battle!

Germania: Hey.

Rome: Ouh?

Germania: Why don’t you talk about something other than women, liquor, and battles for once in your pathetic life?

Rome: Ohhhhh…

Germania: Eum…

Rome: That leaves only seafood. Unless I’m doing a sexy mermaid, why would you want to hear that?

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Germany: Hmmmm…I know I formed an alliance with him, but I can’t figure this guy out at all. Perhaps an observation diary will help.

(Squirrel: Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!)

(Italy: Hehehehehe!)

Squirrel: Ahnom!

(Italy: Oh?)

Italy: Hahaha!

Germany [in his diary]: I woke up at six o’ clock. For some reason, he was right next to me.

(Italy: Heh, eh…heh, eh…)

Germany [in his diary]: Nine o’ clock.

Italy: Eeah!

(Germany: Uhah!)

Germany [in his diary]: I do not know why, but a bucket fell out of the thin air. Despite the astronomical odds, it hit him directly on the noggin.

(Italy: Uhuheheheheheh…)

Italy: Oh! Eheheh…

{Caption: Umph}

Germany [in his diary]: Ten o’ clock. He had chased a cat around, so we had to apologize to Greece for playing with his pussy without permission.

(Italy: Ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

{Caption: Umph}

Italy: Ah?

Germany [in his diary]: One o’ clock. He is mass-producing white flags. I then lecture him on not being such an idiot. Half past two. He falls into a pit dug by that jackass Britain.

{Caption: Germany! Germany!}

(Italy: Germany, Germany! Ohohoho…)

Germany [in his diary]: Is he fighting for Napoleon?

Italy: Heah…sleepy…sleep…

Germany [in his diary]: Three o’ clock sharp. He took a siesta.

(Siesta: Nap → Spanish)

Germany [in his diary]: Hmmmm…from what I can tell, he has never folded his laundry.

Italy: Heah…

Germany: Good grief!

Germany [in his diary]: He awoke at four o’ clock, and immediately started fighting with a cat over food.

(Cat: Meoooww! MEOW!)

Italy: Oh! This is my pizza! Ohhh!

(Cat: Hissssss!)

{Caption: Hiss}

Germany [in his diary]: Five o’ clock. I think he is doing something with Japan.

Italy: Hey, Germany, your timing is like perfect!

Japan: “Like perfect” is most correct. We just made some rice balls.

Germany: Nomnomnomnom…hmmm…wow! Ist gut!

(Ist gut!: [It] Is good! → German)

Germany [in his diary]: And so, the day ends.

Italy: PASTA!

Germany: Duah!

Germany [in his diary]: However, once again, I was unable to figure him out. By the way, I’ve been doing this for twenty eight days straight now.

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Germany: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Austria: Hm!

Spain: Ohunh!

Chibitalia: Please don’t, big brother! Wahahahaha!

Austria: Spain, this is Italy’s older brother; you want sovereignty over him?

(Chibitalia: Wahahahahaha!)

Spain: Que?!

(Que?!: What?! → Spanish)

Spain: Are you serious?! Wowzers, thank you!

(Chibitalia: Wahahahaha!)

Spain: I finally have an underling, I finally have an underling! All of this time I thought Austria was a puta, but it turns out he’s actually a pretty nice guy!

(Puta: Bitch → Spanish)

Spain: Hooray, I’m so happyyyyeeheehee!

{Caption: zzzzzzzz}

Chibi Romano: Snnnnoooorrree…nahnahnahnah…snoorrree…

{Caption: Drool…}

Spain’s thoughts: Oh, I get it. He just dumped this kid on me because he’s a lazy jack-wagon.

{Caption: Spain the Boss and Chibi Romano}

Spain, Chibi Romano: Spain the Boss and Chibi Romano!

Spain: Listen to me, Romano! As of today, I am the boss of you, which means you have to do whatever I say, okay?

Chibi Romano: Ahhhhhh, if I wanted to follow someone’s directions, I’d listen to a sexy lady, not you! No thanks, la Spain!

Spain: I do not think you are understanding me.

Chibi Romano: Nom nom nom nom…

Spain: ROMANO! Hi! Go clean my house immediately.

Chibi Romano: Why don’t you hire a maid, euh?

Spain’s thoughts: Que?!

(Que?!: What?! → Spanish)

Spain: No sé.

(No sé: I don’t know → Spanish)

Spain: I do not think I can control this Romano.

France: Well, then give him to me; I’ll take him! Come on, give him to meeeeeeee!

Spain: I do not think so.

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Rome: Nhhh…

{Caption: To be continued}

Children: To be continued.

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wordswitharielle · 4 years ago

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February 26th

It’s not the day after like it had been when I wrote the journal entries before. Now I’m sad, a little more in love, and a lot less creative.

It’s been the most domestic morning we’ve ever had together and yet one of my favorites.

I fell asleep last night before you even selected anything on Netflix. Head hit the pillow and I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up to you still sleeping but not minding when I rolled over closer to touch you. It was a slow, quiet wake with soft morning kisses before I decided to crawl out of bed.

Now you’re joining me in the shower. The shower is plenty big for both of us but the water is only enough for one of us to stand under. This morning I don’t mind though, I just want to be close to you.

Your grey tank top is on the bathroom counter so I slip it on with my Calvin Klein panties to make you breakfast. We really didn’t buy a lot knowing we only have a hot plate. Really don’t want to fuck this up or I’lll never live it down. Maroon Five’s Sunday morning song seems fitting. Crank it up to an appropriate morning volume.

Eggs, check. Cheese, check. Bacon? Prosciutto will have to do. Do we have oil? Yes!

Hmm lets see how this prosciutto fries...looks kinda grey. Oh well. Crack two eggs on the counter because that episode of Chef says its a better way of keeping shell out of the pour and avoids breaking the yolk. Nice, it works.

I think he would prefer the smoked Gouda over the dill havarti. He doesn’t have much of a choice here but the eggs fried well, yolk is still a little runny. Breakfast in bed. God, I love this guy.

I think I’ll have the havarti cheese with mine. I wish I had toast to make with this. Hits the spot though.

We don’t have any plans today but we agree to get donuts after a bit of lounging and fucking. Guess I should brush my teeth since my cheese and coffee breath has tortured him during missionary kisses. I’m not even slightly embarrassed. I think its funny, I know its bad.

Voodoo donut here we come. You hate my backseat driving but its only been three days so you still put up with it. $12 for 4 hours in the parking lot a street over. Let’s make the most of it.

A donut for me, a donut for you....fuck it, lets get a box. We’ll try one right away and save the rest, a donut a day. Glazed Raspberry jelly....drooling like a dog....so good.

What should we do next? We can walk. Quick google. Lets get lunch, nothing fancy.

Easy tiger is your idea and a few blocks down. Wow there are a lot of homeless people. Please don’t let go of my hand!!! What if they steal the donuts!!!! Or your iPhone.

We made it. Restaurant portion is downstairs and it reminds me of Ireland right away. The brick, the tables with chairs, the lighting and even the grunge fashion of the waitstaff. I keep that thought to myself until you tell me its what you imagine my Ireland experience to be like. Menu is small and perfect for a little bite to eat. The waitress reminds me of someone but I cant think of who, its going to drive me crazy. A couple is signing to each other. The universe is on our side.

How do you always order the best items off the menu!!! Your latte with whip cream and sprinkles is magical. I want something fancy now too! Dirty chai better be good here. I love sitting next to you in places like this. We don’t have a ton to talk about today yet everything we talk about fills all the right silences.

I KNOW WHO SHE REMINDS ME OF!! Lexxe, my woman crush from Company XIV. Lets reminisce. I love going to shows with you. Something I never thought I’d love doing with just one person the way I love it with you.

I don’t feel like we’ve wasted any time or money not staying the full four hours we paid to park for. Lets go home.

Pit stop for ginger beers and champagne.

Walk in the door and agree its acceptable to start day drinking. You’re pooping so I crack a ginger beer. I think about making you a drink but I’m not sure how long you’ll be in there for so I’ll wait. Suppose I’ll make the bed and cleanup a bit. I want some music, its beautiful outside but I want to stay in. YouTube whatcha got? Scrolling through recommendations...PERFECT. Quinten T’s best soundtracks. Bluetooth speaker on, lets hope this is a good one. Opening the curtains for the sun to beam in and sliding the window up for some fresh Austin air, there’s magazines on the table I hadn’t cared to look at before. Austins top eats with a full list of bars. Flop down across our king size bed on my stomach to skim through the articles.

There you are. I shouldn’t be surprised that you know exactly where this music is from, you know me so well. And somehow I ended up right there in Austin from the cover of pulp fiction.

I love that we read, a thing I never cared to share before.

Speakeasy and dinner ideas. You’re playing that game you always play. Ginger beers are going down fast and you’re on your first mimosa.

So many laughs now. Ive watched you eat donuts and taken a creepy amount of candid pictures of you just being you. Those are my favorite.

Time for a bath. Music is still blaring and gets a little louder the stronger my buzz gets. It’s a bathbomb kind of day, the one you got me from Georgia. It’s blue. We’re in the bath, laughing and loving. Prince is on and I am so happy right now.

We have killed a day doing nothing but eating and bathing.

I’m going to put a facemask on to think my skin is glowing while we watch some Netflix. Maybe a power nap too.

Indian for dinner....I hope its as good as Taj. I love that you suggested eating in. I didn’t even think about it but that’s exactly what I want to do tonight. We can go out later if we want.

Grub hubs largest man delivered the worst Indian food I have ever had in my life. The meat sweats are real right now and I’m shitting my brains out. This better be short lived. Half an hour later, maybe a shower will help me feel better.

Okay we have to rally. I don’t want this to be a wasted night, DIG DEEP GIRL.

Pink pants, white tank and my jean blouse. Feeling a little uneasy but its bearable. We can Uber. How can you think I’m so hot when I just BLEW that bathroom up and my color still hasn’t returned? I appreciate you for that.

“Milonga Room?”

“Around the back, red door. Just ring the bell, they might let you in.”

We’re in!

It’s smaller than I thought and so perfect. Fun but fitting Spanish music. I love when you sing along. Drinks I can’t pronounce and feeling a little better but still not fully recovered.

These drinks are sweet but they’re good. We’re quiet, I’m stressing that maybe its me and I’m ruining the mood. Deep breath, we enjoy each other’s silence sometimes. It’s not your fault....but maybe it is.....you’re not yourself when you don’t feel good.

Few quick sips, breath. Okay, I’m feeling better. We’re chatting. One drink down got me thinking, “shit, maybe I am about to be his baby mama...”

*mental reminder I did take my pill today...and then another for good luck.*

You think you’re so funny and I forgot I was even stressing you weren’t having fun with me.

Two drinks, we’re us again. A few more after that. We have a good buzz and its last call. 1130 and I’m ready to go out...but it’s Wednesday and closing time a lot of places. It’s probably safer that way. Home it is. You’re standing one step up as I come out of the bathroom and I go in for a hug. I don’t know what song is playing but we’re swaying to the beat. A picture. It’s definitely horrible but my favorite forever.

Did you order the Uber? No I thought you did! LAUGHS!

Fake ass Bronx Uber driver. Glad its a short ride, this guy is a douche and I want to get home and get handsy with you.

This is us! Run inside. Strip!

Make out session as I climb on top of you. Sloppy drunk kisses, you’re so much fun.

Liquid courage is about to make you eat those words about mediocre blow jobs.

How am I doing? Well you called me baby for the first time. I’ll take that as a win.

Wild drunk sex. Toothbrush somewhere in the mix. Ive gotten off so many times but we’re drunk and its late so I’m not sure if you do.

Sleep creeps up fast

What time is it? You’re inside of me again, shhhhh. I love when you do this. It’s slow and half asleep sex. You’re getting into it and I’m just happy to be close to you. Sleep takes over again.

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shytiff · 4 years ago

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Small Oct Wins

1 - DL, its bts week on fallon 🥰🥰also chuseok, which means content >>>, cicil dk ikk, rapat sponsor and talked and raged with regen abt mpi and manhwa lmao, group call shiko

2 - DL, finished 4 dk ikk wow!!, read dear door sampe ujung

3 - DL, symptoms ipd WHILE trying to losten to resus cairan fkdigital and i failed to listen to fkdigital lmao in the beginning they talked abt different fluids, my kompre is in Nov!! Can take a slight breath of air. Cicil kompre

4 - DL, symptoms, ordered krispy face (tasted so so), started reading sign, its so hilarious but the antagonist just doesnt make sense. too dysfunctional

5 - DL, ea simulation (got cushing syndrome, yay us for rosc!), forgot my scrub pants so i borrowed from indah, the way back homd (PP motor) was hooot, cicil banifidi, talked with ara for 1,5 hrs abt mental health and past traumas lmaoo

6 - DL, cicil geri, read raise ga wa tanin ii

7 - formatif geri, originally meant to go to puri with atikah to get seirockya, but its closed. So we walked to lippo, got genki sushi takeaway, walked to carrefour where we parked, and on the way back atikah had this sudden idea of eating @ taman 45. So we did. We reminisced old memories while eating rice bowls and sushi at park. Sounded pretty great except its taman 45 lmaoooo. Took a nap at atikahs place and then i went back. Tried matcha cookie by Chips Chat Lexley, its too crumbly :(( the taste was so so

8 - was sooo drained i dunno why. Slept and lazed around until 11-ish after i managed to shower and eat. Rip stamina. DL. Formatif with stella manda, dr asti and dr fuady. Digorenggg. the dark chocolate cookie tasted quite good. Finally a cookie that did not fail

9 - helped ical and ara for simul kompre, e, DL, played among us with candra and solid, paused the game to do formatif ea lmao. i need to studyy aaa

10 - DL, my body felt tooo drained from 1 (one) exercise lol. Symptoms. Ordered mujigae and janjiw caramel latte 1L because 10 10 promo. lazed all afternoon. planned to run because it’s cloudy but wacana is life. Watched MOTS On:E with racheel. Gladi resik nemo. Saw hakken cosplay’s IG live. among us. i was an impostor with cibe (participant: 10) and i somehow won lmaoo. edited 2 pld article so i finally caught up! just need to wait some more articles from reporter

11 - DL, symptoms, wasted my time rereading vampire knight for the n-th time

12 - DL, QA KMKP, read banifidi while drinking janjiw caramel latte and on god coffee rly helps me to focus and not get sleepy, talked with ara abt her session with dr jiemi (emotion vs cognition)

13 - DL, there’s no class today uye, drank caramel latte janjiw at 11am and yall i somehow became productive. finished reading banifidi, 2Padi.

14 - Became captain at simul today, kasus HPP, i forgot to put O2 wtf :((((, bought 2 1-L package from sbux dm after school, and with +15k you get green tea frappe so i sat there for a bit for DT, felt a bit better (like im a normal functioning person???? like i dont feel sluggish). cicil IKK, passed lvl 4 DL

15 - DL, nemo as 2nd operator, vanilla latte nyom, thats all folks unfortunately

16 - DL, theres no schedule today, woke up at 10 am, vanilla latte and cicil PT, cicil IKK (only did a bit today), among us and i was the impostor 4 times lmaoo

17 - symptoms, in the soop 7, e, read on/off its too hilarious!! Finished 1 sitasi kompre

18 - last in the soop ep :(, e, DL, tugas kasus harian geri

19 - DL, the table i bought has arrived!, cicil IKK, joined ukmppd course, started at 18:30, its now 22:36, still 14 questions to go...

20 - DL, qa discussion with group, bought some plastic shoe boxes online, its cheap and it is great, bcs my shoes used to sit there in plastic bags, organized some stuff in my room for a bit!! my metal rack looks less messy yay. dk ikk, les

21 - Started my day early (finished shower by 7:30), DL, finished 1 ltm ikk and 1 sitasi PT, JK went live in youtube with his long hair and undercut, and literally afterwards YG came on vlive playing guitar. Its a good day indeed :”) its cloudy today, just a perfect shared to listen to youtube’s lofi study playlist. Barely paid attention in today's les, i rly need to reread the forensic one

22 - DL, formatted qa docx, looong qa zoom, read the dops form, tidied up my stuff for tomorrow and while waiting for les the dumbass me didnt realize that the mic is on and i muttered "masker n95..." lmaoooo. Paid attention in les. Took a shower while leaving the zoom (q&a sesh) and turns out its finished at 22:45. Yalll the tutors dedication though

23 - simul, waited around a bit, bought halo bowl from grab since im at school all day, tried chicken pesto. made me feel full, tasted like a typical "healthy food", not too oily. OK in the afternoon, did not get dops (not surprised), was today years old when i found out you can park motorbike beside gedung putih. Went home while listening to kuliah guru besar. Passed out in the 2nd part of les (bedah). That adds more of my course debt lmao

24 - Im trying out habitica now so DL documentations will be moved theree, trying to add the habit of reading quran. watched in the soop behind and dalbang, watched the social dilemma halfway (message: careful of being the social media’s product), ate nayam, slept again and woke up at 5 pm, made status anes, les (the freshest ive been so far. maybe because its saturday night, there’s only about 25+ participating until the end from the usual 50+)

25 - woke up early and showered, slept again, ate breakfast at 12 pm with banana and 2 brownies i need sugaar, reviewed forensics (les), made half of ltm ikk wow im kind of proud, submitted asinkronus, eval nemo

26 - icu and simul, the way back home was pleasantly cloudy, slept and woke for les, read anti PT and oh my assisant since i cant sleep during the night

27 - did ikk ppt, read TO SOLID answers (i got 65 and i feel sooo stupid, but the grade somehow changed to 66 which means pass), slepttt during the afternoon, dk ikk was pending bcs dr Indri was still doing surgery at 18:00. Les

28 - Felt like doing nothing. Watched the latest dalbang, PT briefing, dk ikk, les. Thats it omgggg my time keeps flying away

29 - Started my day early (6:30am) since i slept all the time :):):)), finished 1 ltm ikk, tried truffle belly, the nanban one. good enough and the rice is not too much which is nice. i dont rly know how the truffle oil’s supposed to smell (ive tried tubo before but i still have no idea). chose wahana choice for MPI (bismillah!!), finished reviewing TO SOLID 1, les

30 - it took me a whole day to read 1 (one) sitasi PT but im still proud nonetheless, how did time flyyyy tf. You’d think that this 5 day “holiday” i would learn a lot for kompre (haven’t started) and quickly checked off my to do list. for les i pulled the table near my bed so i was half listening half reading Private Lesson while laying down lmao

31 - checked 2 acads to do (i feel like when i do things in advance there will be stuff that make me go "ah tau gt nanti aja"), bingeing romee strijd's YouTube and its miracle i dont feel like shit after watching it (they literally go do amsterdam from sg to put their bags and then theyll go to miami?!), afternoon nap coz i cqnt bring myself to study kompre, cicil kompre bismillah.docx, last day of les (im not strong enough to follow until the end, bailed halfway), read a bit of blood link lmao, WTF ITS NOV 15 MINS FROM NOW :((( (writing this after sheetmasking, its 23:42) still not prepared for ukmppd kompre God Help Me

And thats it for Oct! I feel like there were some terrible mood phases, some ok ones, and those rare days when im up and about and refreshed and feel like doing things (most days im a sloth). Hope to do (and feel) better in Nov

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sunnydaysmakemesmiletoo · 7 years ago

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31.

Well. It’s time for another recap of time well spent. Ya know, I never really wrote about entire days or weekends and this long writing thing started after Nashville so I could look back on memories I made and get a good laugh and smile. I definitely didn’t think it’d be something I kept up with. But. Here I am. Apparently a lot changed after Nashville so I’m going with it.

So I went to New York to see Marty for my 31st birthday. The week or so prior was definitely a roller coaster to say the least. I expected this time to be different. I expected it to hurt less. I expected leaving to be easier. That wasn’t the case. So. Here’s the recap of the beginning of 31.

Saturday. After ZERO sleep, I hopped on a plane at 6am from Orlando and landed at JFK around 830. #MagicHands was at the airport to pick me up. I’m sure you’re picturing him outside of arrivals, like a normal person, but don’t worry, he isn’t normal. He’s outside of the exit where he would have been if he was normal, parked parallel on the street. In order to get there, I had to roll my bags down a narrow-soon-to-end sidewalk (of course my suitcase tipped over when I went down the curb) while on the phone with him to figure out where to go. Definitely had to take a deep breath so I didn’t want to kill him before I kissed him, but, there he was, and well, everything was perfect. I hopped in his Camry and we rode to breakfast where I DIDN’T get a wheat bagel. Everything bagel with sausage and cheese (no, I didn’t get egg) and he got a bagel with…. well, I don’t know, and it doesn’t really matter. After, we walked across the street to the GNC to get toothpicks (yea, I didn’t know they sold tooth picks either), and shitty gum. We drove to the mall where prince charming left me (kidding!). Actually, he went to his daughter’s soccer game and I finished my report cards for work, shopped around a little, and Lyft’ed to my hotel. I took a well needed nap, kind of, and then through the door he came. #MagicHands did his thing and of course, boom boom. We went to the liquor store and bought something to drink, had drinks, and got ready for the night. We had reservations at 6:15 at TAO because that was all they had besides 11:15. We didn’t get there until I wanna say, 9:00 and this fool walks up to the hostess and says we had a reservation. Somehow, she manages to put our name back in the line with our reservation and we don’t wait long. While we are waiting, we get two drinks and talk about any and everything. We get seated, have more drinks, lots of sushi, Chilean Sea Bass (yum!), and lettuce wraps. I’d definitely go there again. After, we head to a place called Bounce. In a very Nashville way, he cannot stand in the line, so we are in line to the side of the regular line, I assume it’s what is supposed to be the reservation/VIP line. The guy at the rope looks at us and says, ‘Wow, I like you guys.’ This place has a $30 cover. Marty mentions my birthday so I get in free and he get’s in for $20. I was whooped and beyond exhausted but I’m trying my damndest to be the most fun thing in the building lol. We have drinks, dance and move a little, and talk. (Let’s not forget the hot bartender. eyeroll.) Around 1:30ish, we head home. The drive home was great with yet again more talking because well, I have questions and comments and more questions. You know. It was good though, so good. We get back to the room, and I thought the night was going to be over, buttttttttttt, we can’t help ourselves. ;) Good night.

Sunday. The best day. We get up early at first, the weather is shit. We sleep some more and then finally get up. We were about to spend the day on a motorcycle; I was about to spend my day on the back of a motorcycle. I felt like I was supposed to be nervous but I definitely wasn’t. We head to a diner for breakfast on his motorcycle and then, we head north. It was amazing. He’s definitely a bat out of hell but I don’t know if it was because I trust him, but not once was I ever afraid. We went to Bear Mountain, up the mountain, through some beautiful roads, and back. We stopped at a look-out to see the water and the rest of the mountain, ate at a Pub (Patrick’s Pub I think), had some beers, and drove back. I wish I could explain, even to him, why it was so amazing, but I can’t. I simply enjoyed every bit of that day. The view, being with him, doing something new, all of it. We got back to where my hotel was, stopped to grab a bottle of wine, and stayed the night in, watching a (horrible) movie called Gerald’s Game. Just… just don’t waste your time. Holy weird and ew, that’s yuck. He had a punk moment and I had a brat moment and then that was the end. (hahahahahaha, definitely not #5, ASSHOLE).

Monday. My birthday. We woke up and had THE BEST EVER. #MagicHands lived up to his name. Gooooooooooooooooooodness. Well. I mean. I did my part too, but it was amazing.We went to a diner that was down the road and came back to the room to cuddle and lay before we had to check out. Late checkout was at 1, but we stayed until after 2, no issue. We didn’t have a plan for Monday, but as always, that in itself was the perfect plan. We got into his car and drove to Long Beach. We passed Jones Beach on the way, which is pretty insignificant to my weekend, but he’s mentioned it before so now I have an idea of what he’s talking about. We walked about a mile of the boardwalk, sat on a bench for a while; we talked and sat peacefully and just kind of enjoyed the moment. After a while, we walked back toward where we came from, and found a nearby restaurant called Brixx & Barley. The Chicken Parm was yuck. We had good rice balls and a pizza that was amazing. Drank beers and talked and laughed. I love that he always sits next to me when we are out to eat, he always has to be near, definitely a good feeling. The sun sets there at 6:15 and a sunrise or sunset are my favorite things. I mentioned leaving in time to see it and he was in. We finished our beers and walked backkkkk to the boardwalk. I have to mention the weather. It was cold. I want to say like in the 50′s kind of cold. I was in a hoodie and he had a long sleeved shirt and a vest. It was perfect weather to be held and we definitely did that. It was one of the very best and most beautiful sunsets I’ve ever seen. Ever. And I’m sure it helped that it was with him. In that moment, there is no where in the world I would have rather been, it was beyond perfect and definitely a memory that will forever stick out. He stopped someone to take what would end up being my favorite picture of us. And then, the long walk back to the car and the longer drive back to the airport. Ugh. Tears. I made him listen to a few songs, again, that make me think of him, and he listened like a champ, because lord knows my taste in music isn’t always other people’s cup of tea. We get to the airport at 7:30′ish after missing the exit to the terminals once. It’s never easy. Ever. Long hugs. Kiss. Long hug. Ugh. Tears because I can’t ever keep it together. And then I walked away. What’s hard about this time, is not knowing when I’m going to see him again; I told him, when I don’t know when next time is, it feels like never and my heart is breaking. He’s pretty good at reminding me there will always be next time and reassuring me with everything I need to hear. No matter what, it always sucks.

I sound crazy. He sounds crazy. I definitely sympathize with anyone on the outside who see’s or hear’s half of the stuff we say or do and thinks we are fucking ridiculous because if I was on the outside, I would think we were crazy, too. But think about this, seriously think about it (because here is exactly how it feels); think about the time you felt like you loved someone more than you ever could, so much that it hurts. Now think about having 10x the amount of what you think you’ve ever felt, AND getting it in return. Think about your perfect match that you only think about in your head because let’s be real, they don’t exist. Now, think about that perfect match at a bar, leaning up against a pillar, looking at you (even if you aren’t looking at them), and taking the jump and walking up to you. You have never met them, but you know exactly who they are, you’ve been waiting for them for a long time. If any of that makes sense, that’s a tenth of what it feels like with Marty. We found it, in each other.

I know so many of his stories (believe me, he has stories about everything), good, bad, ugly, happy, sad, etc. and none of them make me feel like I need to turn around. I don’t expect you to understand because as cornnyyyyyy as it sounds, I don’t think many people in this world ever get this chance. I trust him. I believe every word that comes out of his mouth. He is so genuine and so open and I don’t have a single gut feeling that tells me to let it go or doubt what he says. He’s in. I’m in. I found something that I didn’t think existed because it isn’t supposed to. There are definitely obstacles. But, what is life without obstacles?

I have had days where I wonder what I am doing, I think about how much easier things would be (and cheaper) if I wasn’t doing this, and so on. But, I really don’t care anymore. I wish you could understand, but, you don’t. When you find it, you just don’t let it go. I just can’t let go. Why would I? I’d rather have what I have with him, 1200 miles away, than mediocre with an Orlando scumbag 12 miles away. It’s everything you never think exists. When you find someone who thinks and feels the exact same way, at the exact same time, you just know and you definitely don’t lose it. And well. Nothing is worth jeopardizing it. I laugh like I have never laughed, my smile is bigger than it ever has been, and he gives me so much to look forward to. He’s considerate and thoughtful and so full of love. I’m a woman so of course gifts and flowers and dates excite me, but the little things like sweet texts and phone calls and notes left behind really tug at my heart and he is so good at what matters, some simply because it matters to me and also because that’s just who he is. What matters to me, matters to him; there is not thinking behind it. What he does is always exactly what I need and what I do, always manages to be exactly what he needs; we never have to ask for it. We are so damn alike, it’s ridiculous.

I feel like I just tried way too hard to explain all of this, and I did a shit job. It just won’t make sense if you’re not in it.

Love of my life after 2.5 short months and only seeing him 5 weekends?!?! To say the least, yes.

Marty, I can’t wait to add more recaps to look back on.

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