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getting into fandom recently,,, by god is it scary!! lmao
(i don't mean this as hate to anyone/anything in particular i am just out n about exploring communities and By God it is terrifying someone come pick me up lmao)
#elize.txt#idk most of the fandoms I've been in for years have been like. mostly small/indie/dead#then like after cookie run kingdom blew up#did you know there's. a ban on the wiki abt discussing cookie genders#cookie. genders#n like#timekeeper cookie#i saw people talkin abt the selfcest ship with them and croissant cookie being toxic and stuff#which is. ok everyone is free to interpret stuff however they want! no one's exactly wrong here#devolved into mentions of problematic age gaps n other. things. real fast.#how did we get here?#cookie game??#then seeing h*yoverse stuff across the horizon as well#censoring not as an insult but mainly bc idk enough abt the games to tag it ToT#i do not think modern day fandom wouldve survived some of the old maplestory ships /lh#HoM x Freud#freud x evan#idk what the ship names were oops#eclipse x luminous#whatever's going on in the kbms tags also scare the hell out of me#like. ok amen have a good day goodnight.#drawing#art#oh god right 4851 being fetishized as some kind of yandere ship as well....#when will i be free... god forbid my ships don't come backed with Unspeakable Horrors
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sam playlist liner notes
1. jesse got trapped in a coal mine – goodnight, texas
dean picking sam up from stanford in the pilot: jesse getting trapped in the coal mine
(he never DID marry his girl)
2. me and bobby mcgee – kris kristofferson
to me, me and bobby mcgee is about when sam runs away from dean and hangs out with meg before she outs herself as a demon
3. dorothy - mewithoutYou
“one turned into sr. Margaret, and I said "if you can change your shape that easily can you take the form of my dead father?”… then last night I was somewhere near virginia rebuking satan with ironic faithfulness. and satan turned to me: have you thought much about that cry?"
lucifer AND john themes???? yes.
4. life during wartime – talking heads
this song is sam adjusting to being a hunter and being at war, where he’ll stay for the rest of his life <3
5. this is how we do things in the country – slim cessna’s auto club
ok so this song is about sam killing madison. when you murder the girl you’re sweet on but it’s righteous and everyone thanks you for it. this is how it’s always been! this is how we do things in the country! (and also getting amy killed, a little bit, but that hasn’t happened yet. this is still early seasons)
6. clampdown – the clamp
“the voices in your head are calling. stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming, only a fool would think someone could save you… but you grow up and you calm down, and you're working for the clampdown.”
damn maybe we’re not the good guys. anyway!!
7. smith & jones forever – silver jews
smith & jones (salmondean) together!! forever!!
8. everything you did – steely dan
oh bro you slutted around with a demon and let satan out. what have you done
9. tortoises all the way down - mewithoutYou
“everybody knows, son. everybody knows what you've done!!”
just crazyass guilt song
10. up jumped the devil – nick cave
the tiger. he destroyed his cage. yes. YES. the tiger is out.
11. (ghost) riders in the sky – marty robbins
“then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride. tryin’ to catch the devil herd across these endless skies”
just s5 endless chase vibes
12. needle in the hay – elliott smith
demon blood detox time baby
13. emperor – mark lanegan
“why can’t I get right? all these demons to enslave me. who’s left to fight? oh, just the emperor.” the emperor being lucifer. obviously.
14. skating away (on the thin ice of a new day) – jethro tull
they have the horseman rings!! sam’s about to jump into the cage!! your world is about to end, but it’s okay!! you’ve done it!!
15. the passenger – iggy pop
and lol now he’s possessed by lucifer
16. the mercy seat – nick cave
okay now we’re at stull and he’s REALLY going to the gallows (jumping in)
17. when you die - MGMT
I imagine this song happening during the fall itself from stull into the cage. honestly this is a weaker entry but like. haha tfw you die
18. fifteen feet of pure white snow – nick cave
thee cage song.
“I waved to my neighbot, my neighbor waved to me. but my neighbor is my enemy. I kept waving my arms til I could not see, under fifteen feet of pure white snow. is anyone out there please? it’s too quiet in here and I’ve beginning to freeze. I’ve got icicles hanging from my knees, under fifteen feet of pure white snow”
you’ve even got icy temperature themes!
19. loverman – nick cave
yeah <3
“there’s a devil waiting outside your door (how much longer?) there’s a devil waiting outside your door and he’s bucking and braying and pawing at the floor and he’s howling with pain and crawling up the walls…. loverman!!! till the bitter end!!! while empires burn down forever and ever and ever and ever amen”
nick cave count: 4
20. satan it’s you – jett screams
@polishnatural recommendation. cellmates (and bunk buddies) with the devil in hell type vibes
21. relax, take it easy - mika
the war has already been won and nothing that happens in here has any effect on the real world. why not relax into the simplicity of it all!! (sometimes it’s just better when things are bad type vibes)
22. don’t lose your temper - xtc
we’re out of the cage! and starting strong with a mocking song bc he already lost his temper and grew mild and that’s why he’s too tired to fight. so this is the only hallucifer era song on the playlist
23. first wave intact – secret machines
war metaphors. extended wars. unwinnable wars.
“I wonder what you're waiting for. I wonder what you're working for. I wonder what you're living for. I wonder what you're dying for”
same king
24. mexican war streets - mewithoutYou
“but how long before our tails are caught by our "free" thought?” INDEED
“nature had another plan (& failed to run it by me!) nature had another plan, some other surrogate self to live in the sediment of so many somebody elses' innumerable lives and you were right: it's not a person who dies but worlds die inside us”
SO TRUE. we’re fully breaking into late seasons here
mwY count: 3
25. screen shot - swans
these are all sam’s meditation mantras. he’s offering a course: how to become okay with really horrible situations that you are also complicit in. “love! now! breathe! now! love! now! breathe! now!”
26. god’s away on business – tom waits
IT WASN’T GOD IN YOUR HEAD SAM
27. when the lights come on – they might be giants
when the lights come on (when lucifer brings you back to life)
28. light’s on
TWO songs about sam’s resurrection at lucifer’s hands??? yeah ;)
“the lights are on, you don’t know just who your friends are. the lights are on, and it’s light you’ll never know”
29. devil’s resting place – laura marling
I mean. yeah. his time in the cage with the devil coming back to haunt him
30. failure - swans
see my edit that I won’t link bc I can’t find. but anyway yeah. this guy fails a lot
31. last song about satan – slim cessna’s auto club
ding dong the devil is dead!!
32. president – max frost
@girlkingsam recommendation. late seasons sam vibes for sure. plus this song can be read as being about hell politics which is fun. I don’t give a damn who’s president (of hell)!
33. the road goes on forever – the highwayen
cycles of violence, etc. the road goes on forever, nothing ever (really) changes. (also yes sonny is dean and sherry is sam. I guess)
34. careers in combat – parquet courts
the namesake of my little fanfiction.
“there are no more summer lifeguard jobs, there are no more art museums to guard. the lab is out of white lab coats cause there are no more slides and microscopes. but there are still careers in combat my son!!!”
king of hell ending please please you’re nothing. anyway he’s been at war his whole life and war is his legacy. anyway.
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this is the first part to a story i started - thoughts?
It had been two hours in the Impala for Cas to suddenly crack, he cleared his throat,
“Uh, Sam.”
“Yeah?” Sam turned around to see the angel. Cas made a head-nodding motion towards Dean and pointed to his ears.
“What y’all playing charades now? What is it Cas?” Dean laughed and took his eyes off the road for a minute to look at the two passengers,
“What…..”
“Dude, we’ve been listening to the same song for the past hour, and the same album for the past two, even Metallica isn’t that good,” Sam said.
“You watch your mouth Sammy, I'm the one driving here!”
“Dean, I do too thoroughly enjoy the melody, but perhaps we could hear something else?” Cas piped in from the backseat nervously. Dean moved his attention to the rearview mirror, took a good look at Castiel, then back to his brother, and with a deep sigh begrudgingly agreed. Sam grabbed something from his feet,
“An aux cord? You have to be kidding me”.
“Dean, unlike you I enjoy living in the 21st century. You should try it, upgrade from your cassette tapes.” Sam scoffed, but let out a soft chuckle.
“Fine let’s see what garbage you listen to.” Said Dean annoyed and skeptical. Cas moved eagerly towards the space between the two front seats to get a good look at all the commotion. Sam plugged the wire into his cell and proceeded to scroll through till he found the playlist he was looking for.
Sam had always been a soft rock, jazz, and even pop kind of guy. Though, he was sure to always have a playlist that wouldn’t get him kicked out onto the side of the road. Soon, Lodi by Creedence Clearwater Revival came on through the speakers. Dean's face fell flat but remained silent. They were on their way to the beach, so Sam knew he had some leeway and extra room to play with, and Dean was fully aware of the opportunities Sam had. It had been years, decades even since they had a proper visit to the beach. The only times they’ve been there was on a case. Sure, when the boys were younger John had let them stay a couple of days afterward from time to time, but even then it was stress-filled and tense.
A few songs in, Cas reached, sitting up higher, and pointed out the sign that read of the hotel they had booked. Cas had all the windows of the Impala opened, his hair flopped about as the salty air flowed around him. The hotel was located on a quiet street, just a short walk from the shore. It was nicer than the places they typically stayed at.
Sam helped his brother find a parking spot, and closed the doors almost simultaneously. Sam stayed back for a minute grabbing their bags, while Dean and Cas ventured inside. It was quaint, a typical beach hotel. Whiffs of sunblock, the squeaking of damp flip flops, bright lights, and inspirational signs filled their senses.
“Hi, we have three rooms booked.” Dean leaned on the counter and put down a credit card that wasn’t his.
“I see only two on the reservation list..” the clerk said clicking on his computer. Dean looked at Cas nervously, searching for a response to give to the man. Sam strolled in with their bags.
“What’s going on?” Sam butted in on the conversation.
“You only booked two rooms,” Dean said, glaring at his brother. Sam shrugged and turned back to the desk for answers.
“I’m sorry there’s nothing I can do, there aren’t any extra rooms”
“We could stay somewhere else..” Sam started to say but was interrupted.
“No! The reviews said this joint has great water pressure in the shower and I’m not giving that up!” Dean exclaimed passionately. Suddenly Cas cleared his throat,
“Well, I could um share a room with Dean. I don’t sleep anyway.” Cas’s face grew flushed and he shifted his weight on his feet.
“Ok, that works for me. I’m sick of sharing with you anyway, you snore real loudly.” Sam commented about Dean. Though Dean didn’t respond. His eyes had glazed over, staring at the wall deep in thought. He felt his heart in his throat as if he had been chasing a vamp. He gulped it down and felt a soft palm on his shoulder that pulled him away from his thoughts.
“Are you ok?” Cas looked him in the eyes.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine just thinking” Dean gave him a smile, and Cas’s head straightened once again out of its tilt. Both of the men were visibly flustered from the string of events that just occurred. Sam cleared his throat,
“Ok, wanna find our rooms and get some rest, I for one would appreciate getting more than four hours of sleep for once in my life.” The guys nodded, now aware of the time. Dean bunched up his sleeves till they reached his elbows, and looked at his watch. It was eleven pm, which in hindsight made sense since they had arrived when the sky was darkening.
They started towards the elevator and to the 4th floor. Dean had been iffy about not getting their usual spot in the corner on the base level. But Sam just poked fun at him saying,
“Dude quit overreacting, we aren’t on a hunt, and we’ve saved the world like 12 times. We can survive two nights in a room that doesn’t look at a parking lot.” But Dean had just rolled his eyes. Soon, he found himself following Cas into their room, and Sam walked down the other end of the hallway to his.
“Have fun you two!” Sam teased. The new roommates' faces reddened. Cas swiped the key card over the black square and pushed the door open.
“You have to be kidding me,” Dean said under his breath, yet still audible for Cas to hear. He tossed his duffel bag a few feet away from him and rubbed his hands through his hair until his nails dug into his neck. Before them, they saw a couch, a TV, other typical Hotel amenities (bathroom, mini-fridge), and one queen-sized bed. But, looking back on it, the man at the front desk hadn’t said there would be a second bed in that room.
“Dean, I don’t sleep much anyway, you have the bed and I can hang out on the couch.”
“You sure Cas?”, Cas nodded. Dean felt his eyes getting heavy, he tugged at his duffel and got out his Men Of Letters robe, Led Zeppelin T-Shirt, and his hotdog pajama pants. Meanwhile, Cas had found the TV remote and started channel surfing. He paused it on a show called Lucifer, which he had found very amusing. Dean walked back in to find Cas hunched over in front of the screen pointing at the different characters and saying how inaccurate they are.
“You having fun over there?” Dean said through a smirk as he drew the blanket toward him.
“Though it’s ridiculous, it’s also very comical!” Cas nodded to himself with a smile, maintaining his focus.
“Alright, well you two have fun, just turn the volume down a bit so I can sleep? We’ll come up with a plan for tomorrow in the morning.” Dean kindly shook his head.
“Alright goodnight, Dean.”
“Night, Buddy.”
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chapt 2 (not completed?)
It’s 9 am and Dean awakes to Castiel pulling the curtains open, letting the effulgent sunlight bounce around the room, filling Dean’s face with the brightness. He cups his hands by his eyebrows, grabbing at the covers while doing so. Once Dean’s eyes stopped ping-ponging and the static washed over, he grumbled “good mornin.'' and tossed around the clothes in his bag till he found what he called his “summer flannel” and shorts. Cas moved out from by the windows and shuffled over to Dean’s ill-made bed and began to meticulously tidy it up.
“Alright, you ready? Sam’s meeting us downstairs for bacon. Well, he’ll probably have some fancy-schmancy healthy smoothie, but I’m having bacon.” Cas turned towards the bathroom doorway where Dean was still a few feet away from, nodded to Dean in agreement, and walked towards their room’s door.
“Wow wow wow there champ, you’re wearing that?” Dean held out his hand in a stop motion, running over to block the door from him.
“Y- Yes?” Cas replied, unsure of the question.
“Okay, I know it’s your outfit and stuff, but it's the beach! it’s hot outside!”
“But, you’re wearing your summer flannel, and this is all I have.” Cas gestured to Dean’s extra layer and then proceeded to look down at his overcoat.
“Well, that’s different.” Dean said, slightly defensive, and followed up with “We’ll ask Sam downstairs, but I for one am starving”. Dean swiveled, now facing the door holding onto the round silver knob, letting Cas walk through first.
Once the two arrive in the food court, they find Sam already set up with, as his brother had predicted, a bottled smoothie and eggs.
“Hey! Bacon’s over there, Dean.” Sam’s head tilted in the direction of the food. There were lifted metal container-looking platters lined up each with lids to keep what was inside warm. Excitedly, he grabbed a plate and piled on his food.
Castiel joined Sam at the circular table.
“So, how was last night?” Sam asked, showing genuine curiosity.
“It was fine. I did what Dean refers to as channel surfing, and I read all of the brochures on the table.”
“Oh yeah? Find anything interesting?”
“Not particularly, I saw a couple of different restaurants, there is an ice cream place down the street though.” Yes, Cas didn’t need to eat, but recently Rowena cast a spell for him so that he could at least taste it without feeling every single molecule. He hadn’t gotten around to trying Ice Cream yet though, he was still getting used to the sensations.
“What’d I miss? Oh, Sam! Cas refuses to change his clothes. The son of a bitch wouldn’t listen to me.” He had put emphasis on the word “refuses” to get his point across. Cas rolled his eyes at him, recalling the interaction and being fully aware that there hadn’t been anything he would refer to as a refusal.
“Cas only ever wears that trench coat though. And you on the other hand,” Sam turned to Dean,
“Are wearing your summer flannel which by the way does not exist.” Sam lightly laughed as Dean bites dramatically into his bacon.
“Well, this is a vacation, remember? So, if I even see your asses walking to the beach without wearing bathing suits, or at least not long sleeves, I swear I will shoot you.” He waved his fork in the air as he spoke. The men in question, who had been sitting next to each other, locked eyes. The two, without talking seemed to come to the consensus that Sam would in fact shoot them in the leg. Sam himself had been wearing dark purple swim trunks and a T-shirt. Having spent part of the night reading about the town, Cas mentioned a nearby store for him and Dean to walk down to.
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sleepyhead
I’ve never been the type to go to church. I’ve never prayed for anyone but Rhonda.
I pray for her each night and I dream that one day it’ll catch her ear. I always do it around the time she falls asleep, while her chest rises as she breathes. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. She was just as beautiful when she was sleeping as when she was awake.
I tend to fall asleep after I pray. I always fell asleep later than Rhonda, though. I used to not be able to sleep at all but when I finally started living with him I found myself falling asleep earlier and earlier. I suppose sleeping with someone calms you down after a few hours of being awake and doing things, especially when they’re close to you.
“G’night,” Rhonda would say, in the same way every night.
“Goodnight,” I would say back, in the same way every night. I stayed up for a few more minutes though.
In the morning, Rhonda woke up first. Xe heard the church bells before I did. Usually, we wouldn’t be hearing the choir singing, but it was almost Christmas, and people were singing their Christmas carols before the aurora borealis hit.
They usually sang about Santa Claus, or how great God was, or how someone’s grandma died. Sometimes they were annoying, sometimes they were sad, and sometimes they were downright annoying. Despite that we often found ourselves singing those carols to ourselves.
Rhonda gently shook me and whispered in my ear, “Get out of bed, you sleepyhead.”
I rubbed my eyes before opening them. I looked at him sleepily.
“G’morning,” he said in the same way he said “g’night.”
“Good morning,” I said in the same way I said “goodnight.”
We both stretched and yawned, getting out of bed.
“How did you sleep?” Rhonda asked.
“I slept well,” I mumbled. I felt well-rested. “How did you sleep?”
She smiled. “I’m glad. I slept well too.”
I remember the one time I went to church. I was 14 years old. It was completely empty except for me. The sun went through the colored glass windows which depicted many scenes - an angel of death with long hair holding a baby. A man and a woman kissing. The same picture but with two women and two men. The same picture except the man had a vagina and the woman had a penis.
I felt so odd, so far from God. At the same time, I saw God in those windows. So I kneeled down in front of the window of the two women kissing and I prayed.
I prayed for Rhonda. I prayed that she would be ok. I prayed that we would be together. I prayed for her despite not knowing how prayers went.
“Uhm, God, or whoever’s up or down there,” I started. “Please make Rhonda have a good day today, and please don’t make her forget I’m her friend. Amen.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted her to be ok.
That was 7 years ago now. I still prayed with the same exact wording every night.
“Hello? You there?”
I shook my head, snapping out of my daze. “Sorry, I was spaced out.”
Rhonda laughed. “It’s fine.”
We just sat in bed and didn't talk for a bit. We weren’t ready to get out yet. I didn’t mind, I liked it here. I set my hand on xyr hand.
“Please don’t forget I’m your friend,” I mumbled.
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✨Haikyuu boys as your brother series✨
You had your second date and your brother figured it out. How will they react?
A/N: Chapter 2 pt.2 of second date. Warning there might be some errors and my english is still not good please bear with me and i hope you guys like it (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡
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He is FRUSTRATED
He can't bear to see how you and aone are so FUCKIN SHY to each other, like fuck just talk normally.
But what frustrates him the most is you. Cause you are not like this, you deadass went 360 in personality and he doesn't like that.
He'll be around the corner mumbling"I didn't raised you like this"
He really really wanted to go and make you two hold hands but he can't that'll just ruin everything.
You and aone would deadass spot him quickly cause this bitch is tall.
And both of your phones will blow out because of him saying
TF YOU TWO DOING?!
WHY ARE YOU TWO JUST STANDING THERE WHAT ARE YOU A FREAKING STATUE?!
Y/N FOR GOD'S SAKE QUIT BEING SHY ALREADY
AONE YOU HAVE MY FULL PERMISSION TO HOLD MY SISTER'S HAND NOW GO HOLD HER HAND
Eventually you two got comfortable with each other. Because of peer pressure you two are receiving.
And the date was fun so futakuchi eventually....still followed until the end.
"That was a great date huh?"
"SHUT UP U!"
(There's an error here in kuroo's convo um the "ok he" Was colored blue so you can't clearly see it i am so sorry)
You were expecting a boy named haiba lev a half Russian half Japanese boy, who's the same age as you and tall af.
But you were greeted by a cute brown hair boy, a sweet angel inouka.
"Inouka?"
"Y/N! Hey"
"Why are you--wait did my brother?"
"Yep yaku-san told me to hang out with you today since you're spending to much time indoors"
"Is that so"
Of course that's not true tbh just two days ago you went shopping with your friends and went home late.
You already figured out that your brother just replaced your date with someone new. You don't even know if this is a date cuz inouka just said he was told to hang out with you.
"You know i kinda lied back then, yaku-san told me to have a d-d-d-date w-with y-y-you"
AAAAHHH HE'S ADORABLE glory to God my i rest in peace. You just told him that you guys should just enjoy this day.
Meanwhile. The person why you had a date with lev and the person who replaced lev was surprisingly good at stalking you. You didn't even notice an ounce of their presence.
They were good it's terrifying.
"You know i still like lev for y/n"
"Haha watch your mouth"
Probably yaku just wanted to see how things go with your date with inouka he'd rather see you date inouka tbh.
"Think about the babies they can produce"
"Alright better grit your teeth"
Overall the date was great, you had fun, kuroo died survived eventually, yaku was satisfied.
In the end you didn't know that yaku and kuroo stalked you and yaku will never tell you.
To tanaka's despair you unfortunately had a second date with terushima.
It not like he doesn't want you to have a date with someone it's just that your date is someone who's in his *most wanted to kill*
Nishinoya who is a little heartbroken because you're on a date with somebody and not him. I'll date you omfg
And the two planned to watch over you in short stalk you during your date cuz they don't trust the guy.
Ennoshita who happened to hear their plan during practice break have decided to tag along.
Who knows what will happen if this two lost their cool.
Tanaka can't really ask you or tell you to cancel your date without any reasons besides "i just don't like the guy"
That ain't manly for him.
They really would take it up a notch mostly tanaka and nishinoya only tho. They'll buy disguises.
Like disguises wigs, new clothes, hats, shades ya name it.
Ennoshita will be just behind them looking stressed and worried.
Stressed because this combo literally already planning how to murder terushima
Worried that your date might get ruined if you caught them.
Which miraculously you didn't.
You really enjoyed the date and had fun, while the trio had finished their mission. Tanaka and nishinoya MOSTLY NISHINOYA would go home dejected.
"I'm home! Whoah what's up with you"
"Oh hey! How's your date?"
"Fun actually um what's up with him?"
"Oh you know.....stuffs."
Let me tell you this yes hinta will follow you with yamaguchi, why? Cause he wanted to see how things would go he's worried.
And he asked if yamaguchi could help him.
"I'm so sorry if sho-chan troubled you sugawara-san"
"Ah it's ok i don't mind, ah also you could just call me suga"
"Oh um ok s-suga"
"Ahhh to be honest *rubs the back of his neck* i actually uh also wanted a....second date but...i was.....too....shy"
Amen sister your soul has left your body.
You two were having a great time, while hinata and yamaguchi are trying their best to hide from you two.
Which they failed cause both you and suga already noticed them from the beginning.
"Are they still there?"
"Yep"
But chose to pretend not to. It'll just hurt hinata's ego and both of you know that so you two agreed to pretend.
You find it cute that hinata is worried about you and at the same time uncomfortable cause date is supposed to be two people enjoying their time.
NOT BEING FOLLOWED.
The date ended it was perfect you really enjoyed it.
"I had fun"
"Me too"
"I guess hinata and yamaguchi already went home huh?"
"Yeah they probably thought that if they don't go home before us they might get caught."
"It looks like it hahahaha"
Silence~
"So um i better get going i think sho-chan is waiting for"
"Ah wait y/n!"
Sugawara grabbed your hand and placed a gentle kiss.
"Goodnight, let's do this again next time just tell me when you're free ok"
This was the best date you could ever asked for. You probably should thank hinata for making this happen.
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Track to the Future
Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (Spideychelle) Rating: E (explicit sexual content) Word count: 7675 @spideychelleweek
Spideychelle Week Day 6: Only One Bed
Summary: Peter and MJ board the train to the academic decathlon tournament in New Orleans as friends, but after the booking company messes up Mr. Harrington's sleeping car room assignments and they're forced to share a compartment for the night, Peter hopes there's a chance they'll be more than friends by the time they have to, ahem, get off.
“…and if anyone needs anything at all during the night,” Mr. Harrington said, finally wrapping up his thorough Spending the Night on a Train Protocol, “Mr. Dell and I have compartments at either end of the car you’ll be sleeping in while your co-captains’ shared compartment is the first in the next car. Sometimes it’s easier to reach out to a peer if you’re experiencing any feelings of homesickness or stress ahead of tomorrow’s tournament. But remember, Mr. Dell and I are here to support you.”
“Nah, don’t knock on my door,” Mr. Dell said with a quick negative slice of his hand. “I’m taking a sleeping pill, you know the drill. I’ll also be putting my headphones on and turning the volume way up to sleep in a cocoon of music. I’m trying to spend as much of this trip as possible listening to jazz. By the time we roll into New Orleans, I’ll be fully immersed in the atmosphere.”
Peter’s eyes darted between the team’s chaperones as their group of ten sat crowded into adjacent booths in the dining car. The one person he was careful not to linger on was MJ. Things had been normal between them since boarding that afternoon―meaning they’d gotten in lots of quality moments of smiling at each other and looking swiftly away―until Mr. Harrington sprung on them the fact that they’d be sharing a sleeping cabin. Apparently, the train had double-booked a room, leaving the Midtown Academic Decathlon contingent one short. Their teachers (mostly one of them, after Mr. Dell begged not to be dragged into ‘this snafu’) had decided the best course of action was to pair up the captains. Surely, these were their two most responsible individuals. That’s what Peter assumed Mr. Harrington had been thinking. That and he probably hadn’t noticed the way Peter and MJ had been dancing around each other the past few months; as long as students were present, still breathing, and had all their limbs attached, he seemed satisfied. But Peter knew that he and MJ were going to have to be the real adults here and eventually confront the fact that they’d be spending the night on top of each other. Because bunk beds.
“Yeah, come find me or Peter if you need us,” MJ chimed in. Though her expression told Peter she was reluctant, the same instinct for leadership that made her a good captain was forcing her to speak up now. “Or text or something. I’ll keep my phone on.”
“Did you pack a phone charger?” Flash asked.
She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Yes.”
“Can I use it?”
“I’m offering you emotional support, not access to my belongings. Some things are sacred.”
“Pfft,” Flash scoffed. “You just don’t want me showing up to ask for it. Scared I’ll interrupt something while you and Penis are shacked up together?”
Ned laughed loudly.
“MJ and Peter?” he asked doubtfully. “Are you kidding? Those two aren’t into each other at all.”
Peter appreciated that his best friend was trying to cover for him (he’d kept Ned abreast of his crush on MJ as it developed), but this was verging on overcompensation and it’d only make Flash more suspicious. Subtly, Peter shook his head to tell Ned to cut it out and his friend fell silent.
“Please, everyone, just go to your rooms,” Mr. Harrington implored. “I’ll be around to check on each of you over the next twelve to fifteen minutes. Don’t switch rooms, don’t get up unless you’re using the bathroom or asking for help, and please, please do not fall off the train.”
“How do you think they’re going to manage that?” Mr. Dell wondered.
“Things happen, Julius. Be thankful you haven’t seen what I have.”
“I was there for that Mysterio nonsense in Europe, remember? I’ve seen plenty.”
“But not everything…” Mr. Harrington trailed off hauntingly. Peter and Ned exchanged a look that said, is this guy ok?
On that note, everyone trooped to the sleeping car with their bags and said goodnight to each other. By the end of the car, there were just Peter’s footsteps ahead and MJ’s behind. He touched the door to open it and the two of them stepped into the vestibule between cars. There was a loud rattle of the train in motion, not muffled like it was in the cars, and it suddenly felt as though they were very much separated from everyone else. Now would probably be a good time to break the ice over them sharing a room. When Peter turned around, MJ was right there, waiting for him to press the other door and let them into their car. His mouth opened, but he froze. Giving him a look like he was being a weirdo, she reached around him and opened the door herself. Peter laughed awkwardly and proceeded.
“So, this one, I guess,” he said as they came to the door of the first room. “Should we…” He glanced at the floor, then quickly up into his co-captain’s difficult-to-read face. “MJ, should we talk about how strange this is? Us sharing this tiny room?”
She nodded slowly, giving him a tight smile.
“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Peter continued.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” MJ promised quickly.
“You’re not?”
“Nope.”
“Oh, ok. Great.”
They were still looking at each other, still standing in the corridor instead of either one of them moving to open their door.
“It’s relaxing,” MJ offered after a few seconds of silence.
Peter perked up a little, pushing his shoulders back.
“Sharing a room with me?”
“Being on a train. Quiet, you know? Hey, you ever read Murder on the Orient Express?”
“No, but I’m guessing somebody gets murdered?” Peter ventured.
“That’s the gist of it,” she agreed.
Was she afraid that was going to happen to them? Had she only taken the step of reaching out to their teammates because she was the one who was scared?
“Nothing’s going to happen,” he assured her.
MJ sighed.
“You’re probably right. We’re not that lucky.”
Peter was still puzzling over that comment―was MJ saying it’d be unlucky for all of them to reach Louisiana alive?―as she let them into their room. He looked around her to take it in. There really wasn’t much of it to take in. She’d said she wasn’t uncomfortable, but he was sure his instinct to lighten the mood wasn’t misplaced. Should he joke about the small space being cozy? No, that sounded like he was trying to imply something romantic. Talk about the tournament tomorrow and completely ignore their forced intimacy? No, he was too tired to keep that up for long, especially if she offered to run through practice questions with him. Maybe rock-paper-scissors to choose bunks? Yeah, that was an immediate and practical problem that needed to be solved.
He was looking around for an out of the way spot to shove his bag as he asked, “You want top or bottom?”
“Uhhhh,” MJ replied.
“You can think about it while I go brush my teeth,” Peter offered, finding a spot for his bag, then reaching in for his pajamas and toiletry kit.
“Oh, that’s not indecision you hear in my voice. Look.”
He straightened up at her instruction. She was pointing at the wall, where what he’d taken at a glance to be the second bed, ready to fold down, was placed. He looked closer. Oh shit. It wasn’t a bed. Or, it didn’t exactly look like one. Peter would’ve investigated further, but MJ was already kicking her shoes off and climbing up to stand on the bottom (only?) bunk for a closer inspection. She flipped what was supposed to be the top bunk down and it came with a clatter and a cascade of straps.
“It’s for luggage,” she informed him.
Oh, he heard her, but he still heard himself ask, “What?”
“Like a thing you put your bag on and, I don’t know, strap it down so it doesn’t land on your head while you’re sleeping.”
“So, it’s not a bed.”
MJ clipped the not-a-bed into place, dropped back to the floor, and rolled her eyes at him. Yeah, that had sounded pretty stupid, but the comment hadn’t really been for her; it was more Peter’s way of verbally processing their current circumstances. Those being: two co-captains and one bed that looked proportionate to the room. But the room was tiny, which meant the bed was narrow as hell and probably not intended for two people, even when those two people planned to share it, because physical contact was no big deal for them, because their relationship was at that stage, because they didn’t have to look away from each other whenever they started to hold the stare just a little too long. Fuck, Peter was freaking out.
“Um,” he told MJ, flailing his pajamas and toiletries around, “why don’t you… and I’ll…” Peter jerked his thumb towards the door and, nodding like there’d been some kind of agreement made, exited their room while his co-captain gave him an odd look.
In the corridor, he almost screamed.
“You guys are first up on my bedtime check-ins list!” Mr. Harrington announced, looking up from a clipboard.
“Oh,” Peter replied.
“Yep, no pressure, but I came to you and MJ first because I’m counting on you to put me at ease. Please don’t tell me there’s anything wrong with your room,” he added, voice turning desperate.
“What room? Oh, our room? The room MJ and I are sharing? Well, it…” He swallowed. “It’s great. Small, you know, but, um, definitely has two beds.”
“Do you want me to take a quick peek inside?” his teacher offered. “I’ve led dozens of student trips and I’ve gotten pretty darn good at spotting damaged amenities, traces of bedbugs… Not that I could really do anything for you at this point. The room’s already booked and there isn’t another one the two of you could switch to. I suppose you could take my room while I slept in a seat on one of the cars, but of course, mine only has the one bed.”
“That’s ok. Everything’s good. Nothing’s broken or bedbuggy.”
Mr. Harrington was still looking at Peter like he was waiting for him to stop putting on a brave face and let the adult do a quick sweep. He should probably let him. MJ had put the luggage rack back the way they’d found it and they could pretend they hadn’t discovered it wasn’t a second bed yet. That would be the honest thing to do, and very possibly the thing MJ would want him to do. It was just that instinct was telling Peter to protect this secret opportunity. This very innocent chance for them to… bond and stuff. He wasn’t really sure, he didn’t have a plan, but all of his plans that involved MJ involved figuring out how to get closer to her, not how to run away. Figuring out how to share a single bed in a cramped room with an entire night ahead of them was basically the Chance for Closeness jackpot. If she disagreed, she could easily storm out and go to Mr. Harrington. Or slap Peter right across his opportunistic face. Or pretend to be cool with it, wait ‘til he fell asleep, and get her revenge by squeezing his entire tube of toothpaste into one of his shoes, or cutting holes in all his boxers. (He was ready to swear that one wasn’t sexual; he’d just had some very specific nightmares when their entire acquaintance was about him being wildly intimidated by her, before they became friends and he evolved to being only moderately intimidated.)
“It’s no trouble,” Mr. Harrington promised.
“MJ’s changing in there right now,” Peter blurted. It was the perfect excuse and came to him on the spot. “You could come back after you check the other rooms, but we’ll probably be fine. Anyway, MJ and I are both, um, mature enough to ask for help if we need it. No need to worry about us.”
He gave his teacher a tense, closed-lipped smile. Mr. Harrington seemed relieved.
“See you both in the morning then.”
“Yep, no problem!”
The second their chaperone was gone back into the other car, Peter opened the door and saw a flash of MJ’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” she yelped.
“What are you doing?” he shot back, hastily turning away and shutting the door of their little compartment.
“Putting my pajamas on! You just told Harrington I was in here changing!”
“Yeah, well, if you heard that then you know I told him a lot of things I didn’t think were true!”
“The presence of more than one bed may be a blatant lie, but didn’t you consider that I might actually be changing? I’m done, by the way,” she concluded in a less indignant tone.
Peter turned back around. Before he could stop himself, his gaze zoomed down her body. Her oversized t-shirt read ‘MICHELLE OBAMA’S ARMS BRAIN’ and her loose turquoise shorts just about disappeared under its hem. With wide eyes, he forced his gaze back to MJ’s face.
“Put yours on,” she suggested, eyes flicking to his and away.
Ok, this was it. This wasn’t the way he’d expected it to go. He’d though there’d be some kind of conversation first, or at least an acknowledgement of their feelings. Carpe diem, Peter guessed. He took a deep breath―probably the deepest he’d ever taken when he wasn’t dressed as Spider-Man and attempting to lift something heavy―and peeled his t-shirt off.
“Oh my god, nerd, in the bathroom, not here! Don’t make me regret staying quietly in this room while you lied to our teacher’s face.”
Flustered, Peter threw on the shirt he’d brought to sleep in and left the room without picking the other one up from the floor. In the bathroom at the far end of the car, he brushed his teeth, then stared at his face in the mirror for a minute, pausing for comprehension that didn’t come. What was happening? What had happened in that room? What would happen when he went back? It would probably have been helpful to talk this through with Ned, but MJ was waiting for him to let her know the bathroom was free. She was also most likely waiting for him to explain what the fuck his thought process had been in assuring Mr. Harrington that there were two beds, since she obviously had not been expecting Peter to start taking his clothes off in front of her. Though she’d definitely looked when he had. He’d noticed that.
This time, he knocked before entering.
“You’re done with the bathroom?” MJ checked, folding her toothbrush and toothpaste into a facecloth.
“Brushed my teeth and everything. You wanna taste the mint? Smell,” Peter corrected, blushing ferociously. “Smell the mint. Never mind. You don’t wanna do that.” He started to raise his hands apologetically as she slipped past him to open the door. “Forget I―”
He shut up instantly when his rising hand brushed her breast through her t-shirt. Shit. His eyes locked on hers as his lips parted to apologize, but MJ fisted the front of his shirt and tugged him into a quick, firm kiss. She broke it and released him.
“Probably a good idea if we talk about this when I get back,” she muttered and fled.
Alone in their room, Peter would’ve done a backflip if he’d had the space. Option B was repacking his bag and mentally cataloguing the potential lab injuries listed on his Chemistry class WHMIS test as a method of subduing the erection that had started to perk up when MJ grabbed his shirt like that. So maybe her reaction to him undressing had been more shock than anger or violation. She’d certainly repaid him for that; Peter was still a little stunned and his lips tingled like he’d been punched in the mouth. Punched very softly. By the mouth of the girl he had a huge crush on. He ran a finger across his lips as he zipped his bag back up. Then, there was nothing to do but… stand? Lean against the wall? Was sitting totally out of the question, since the one logical spot he could sit was on the bed they had yet to fully address? What the hell―he gave it a try. Immediately, his bare foot was jumping against the floor. Crap, should he have left his socks on? Was the floor of a train compartment as ready to give him nefarious foot diseases as the college residence showers May had already started warning him about, almost an entire year early? He wedged his bare feet back into his sneakers and stood with his arms anxiously crossed. MJ didn’t take long.
“Counter proposal,” she suggested as she stepped into their room and set her things on a teeny ledge that Peter didn’t know the purpose of.
He would’ve asked what was being countered, but MJ had him pushed against the wall in a second, her mouth planted back on his. Now they both tasted like mint. She was seriously not helping with his efforts to not have a boner right now. The fact that he was utterly amateur in the issue of how to hold a girl in a passionate embrace, and the evidence that she didn’t have any more experience kissing than he did (she kept catching his lip with her teeth and he wasn’t sure either of them knew whether it was intentional), didn’t actually seem to matter that much. His hands ended up on her hips, which wanted to tilt naturally towards his, and the fervour of her kisses calmed to something more enjoyable and bite-free when she appeared to overcome the way she’d surprised herself by kissing him in the first place.
“No,” she said, breathless as she drew back―his mouth might’ve chased puppyishly after hers for a second. “No, we should probably talk. I was right the first time. Counter proposal withdrawn.”
“Uh, withdrawal accepted,” Peter replied. He was dazed, his heart was kicking against his ribs, and if MJ looked down, she would see that part of him was still in favour of proceeding in a way that didn’t involve speech.
She huffed out a breath, fluffed a hand exasperatedly through her hair, and started packing away her bathroom paraphernalia. Meanwhile, he stood against the wall with a hard-on and watched her carefully seal her wet facecloth into a Ziploc bag. His brain was horniness and confusion. Finally, crouched on the floor by her luggage, MJ twisted to look up at him.
“I let you tell Mr. Harrington that there were two beds in this room,” she recapped. It wasn’t quite a question, but Peter nodded just in case she wanted the confirmation.
“You can go tell him something different.”
“Nah, I don’t really want to.”
“I could leave and you could keep this room, or maybe you could share with Betty, or―”
“I said I don’t want to,” MJ repeated. She moved to sit on the bed.
“So… what do we do?”
Peter was very curious about what her solution might be, mostly because he wasn’t 100% clear on what the problem was. If neither of them was bothered by the absence of a second bed and both of them had avidly participated in that tragically curtailed make-out session… well. He felt there were certain courses of action that would seem reasonable. But he didn’t trust himself to have a solid grip of what was going on, not when he remained semi-hard in his pajama bottoms and stared at MJ’s mouth as frequently as into her eyes.
“We… would have to share?” This time it was definitely a question and Peter nodded more slowly to acknowledge that question, rather than to agree with it outright.
“If you want both of us to stay, then, yeah. I don’t really want to sleep on the floor and I can’t stay awake all night with the tournament tomorrow.”
“And how would you feel about sharing?” MJ’s eyes darted to his face and down to her lap where she pulled her t-shirt down her thighs. It looked like she was doing it more for something to do than out of any inclination towards modesty. Also, the eye-contact avoidance said she was a little insecure about what his answer might be.
“I would feel, I would feel really good about it,” Peter stuttered out. She met his eyes.
“I like you,” MJ blurted.
“Me too. You.”
He smiled and she patted the bed at her side with an awkward, sarcastic expression. He took her invitation and stepped forward with a lurch to sit next to her. His gaze trailed down her arm to witness her gripping the edge of the bed with both hands. Her shoulders hunched, then shrugged back down.
“We’d be in pretty deep shit with a lot of people if anyone knew this was happening right now,” she speculated.
Peter laughed.
“Definitely.” He cleared his throat. “And, uh, what exactly is happening?”
MJ looked at him. Slowly, she reached for his face, turned and angled it to her liking, then gradually leaned in and, very softly, kissed him for the third time.
“Oh, ok,” he said as she drew back. “So the talking didn’t mean the kissing wasn’t going to continue.”
“I was trying to be responsible first.”
“Right. Co-captains.”
“There are expectations for our conscientiousness. And I will drop you like a hot potato if you threaten anyone’s belief in my conscientiousness.”
“You will?”
MJ smiled in a familiar way.
“You’re messing with me,” Peter realized, also smiling and rocking back slightly to scan the ceiling.
“About everything but the hot part.”
He straightened up immediately, completely focused on her.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. That’s really going to be a problem,” she said thoughtfully. Peter frowned. “For when we lie down on this thing―” MJ swatted the bed. “―and see what happens if we keep kissing.”
“I’m sorry my attractiveness is such a drawback for you,” he joked.
“I’d be better at resisting temptation if temptation didn’t have ridiculously chiseled abs.”
He puffed out a laugh and presented her with a lopsided smile, struggling between feeling embarrassed and really fucking thankful that he appealed to her in such a shallow way. For self-congratulation, he gave himself two whole seconds of side-eyeing the peaks of her boobs through her t-shirt.
“Actually, I’m not that clueless about what would happen,” she confessed. “I think it’d be pretty impossible for me to lie beside you and be chill about it.”
“That’s fine with me,” Peter promised eagerly, “but we don’t have to lie down right away.”
He reached over and let his hand hover above her knee until MJ grasped it and brought it down to rest on her cool skin. It took the shortest glance to make him lean into her space and kiss… her cheek, chickening out a little after all the talk about the obvious proceedings from the second they were horizontal together. Peter wanted that―he definitely wanted that―but he also really liked sitting in this moment with her, knowing that she wanted that too. And that she would be alright with him kissing her, if that was another thing he wanted. He did. The hand he didn’t have on her knee lightly cupped her face as Peter skimmed his lips down to her mouth. There, that was better, he thought, as MJ sighed against his lips.
Slipping his hand from her cheek around to the back of her head, he secured his fingers in her hair and pulled her mouth harder to his. She made a small sound that seemed to plunge straight down his throat and echo around in his stomach. Then, it plummeted even farther, stirring his groin. His hand tightened on her knee. Less tentatively than he would’ve expected (or had expected, in his fantasies of what kissing her would be like), MJ snuck her tongue into his mouth. At the feeling of their tongues gliding past and around each other, she became the one grabbing for him, hand low on the back of his neck. When she mirrored him by gripping his knee, Peter jumped, then smoothed his hand up her thigh as she twisted into him.
They were at an impasse for a second, or at least he was, fighting the urge to ease MJ onto her back and cover her body with his. No lying down; not yet. There was so much tension in their postures as they leaned into each other, gripping legs and necks and barely breaking the kiss long enough for a deeper inhalation. Even to Peter, it felt abrupt when he swung his legs up onto the bed. Though he had to swing them away from her, MJ understood―just like he’d expected―and climbed over to sit astride his thighs―just like he’d hoped. He was breathing stupidly hard as her eyes locked on his and she shuffled forward. His hands seized her hips, then her ass, and then he closed his eyes as they rolled back in his head because she was pressed right up against him and his fingers couldn’t trace the lines of any underwear through her cotton shorts. Something primal surged up from deep inside him and he narrowly managed to not start grinding into her.
“However this goes,” Peter panted, opening his eyes, “swear you’re not gonna murder me on this train. Or open our door to a murderer while I’m sleeping.”
“I swear. Strangely, this is better.” She smiled.
He didn’t know what was so strange about preferring feeling each other up over solving/committing a homicide. Then again, they did both kinda have a thing for violent crime.
“That’s reassuring,” he told her, hands hot on her butt. She shifted against him and he grunted.
“Sorry,” MJ said immediately. Peter choked out a laugh.
“That wasn’t a noise of pain.”
“Oh.”
Her smile returned―broader, slyer. She folded her arms around his shoulders and rocked her hips against his. When he gasped, MJ looked the most delighted he’d ever seen her. She kissed him and rolled her hips again, but this time, his hands on her ass kept her in place and he rolled his hips back, groaning as his erection rubbed against her through their pajamas. Somehow, she wriggled even closer, thighs clamped on either side of him and seemed to consciously and minutely reposition her hips. The next time they ground against each other, she went, “Unnh!” and he understood. His whole body flushed with heat.
Hastily, they started trying to take each other’s shirts off at the same time. MJ already had both hands up under the fabric and pressed to his chest by the time Peter had gotten a single hand past the drapey folds of her oversized choice. They were stuck again, neither able to proceed with the other’s hands on them.
“You want me to go first?” Peter asked.
“Better do mine first,” she said. “You’re going to have a tough time prying me away once your shirt’s off.”
He blushed at how matter-of-factly she’d said that.
“I have no idea why you think I’m going to do any better.”
“So I shouldn’t take mine off?” she checked.
“Definitely take it off.”
“You’re such a moron.”
“Mhmm,” he agreed absently, lifting the hem of MJ’s shirt as she wriggled her arms out of the sleeves. Once her hands were tucked away inside the big t-shirt, Peter tugged the whole thing straight off.
“Now you,” she said quickly, grabbing his shoulders so he couldn’t immediately tip forward and begin kissing all over her chest.
She couldn’t prevent him from staring though. He did that until MJ jerked the neck of his shirt up over his eyes and he was forced to help her divest him of it or else be blinded to anything that might follow. And he definitely wanted his sight, wanted his eyes wide open.
In the end, she didn’t let him stare that long; she got this overwhelmed look in her eyes and hugged herself to him, their chests flush. Peter imagined a kind of surface-level vibration, like what was holding them together was static cling and with every little brush, they were recharged. What to do with all that waiting energy? He put his hands back on her ass―roaming more now, curving to shape her hips and her backside―and guided her purposely against him. MJ’s thighs tensed around him as she took control of the movement until Peter was grasping without pushing or pulling. As her eyelids drifted down, he exhaled and listened to the wispy sounds of her moan-toned breaths and the clatter of the train around them, always in southward motion down the track. It was dark outside and the light in their sleeping compartment was low without an assist from the sun. Probably because, in a room this small with mysterious ledges and misleading luggage racks, they’d had a hard time figuring out where to put a lamp or a pot light that emitted a decent wattage. Whatever. This railroad mood lighting wasn’t the worst.
MJ’s fingers skated along his jaw for almost a full minute (any longer and he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from twitching away out of ticklishness) before they stilled with his face in her hands and she kissed him. Their mouths bumped and slipped, hungry and gentle. There was a note of distraction, Peter thought, thanks to their minds skipping ahead to the next part, making the kiss the bridge rather than the destination. Pressing his lips to hers was no longer the ultimate joy he could hope for. Suddenly, there could be more.
Her hands caressed down his neck, a slight quaver in her fingers, and dragged through his collarbones like she was scooping them out. She could’ve been. She could’ve run a finger along the length and blown after it, sending up blustery sawdust. Peter was no longer 100% certain that he’d had a clavicle before MJ had touched him. Moving his hands up to her waist because it felt like a more respectful place to let them rest on her and because bare skin beneath his fingertips, he kept up his end of their abstracted kissing as she explored across to his shoulders. His cock throbbed against her, impatient with her leisurely hands and lazy hips, only shallowly swaying now. When she broke the kiss with a hot pant against his lips, it was to look in his eyes while she discovered his chest, then pressed against it. He laid back like she wanted. His hands sailed down her thighs and squeezed right above her knees. Bizarrely, that was the action that woke him up to what was happening. There was no way to look up at MJ―mostly naked, straddling his lap, doing her best to keep her hair out of her face as she looked straight back down at him―except with more than a little bit of awe. He swallowed thickly.
She rocked a few times without breaking their stare, then said, “Should we get under the sheet?”
“Ok.”
It was less fumbling than it could have been, mostly because they moved so quickly. Peter was practically shaking with adrenaline after forcing himself to be still as MJ mapped him with her hands. Suddenly separate and next to one another, suddenly between two sheets like the flap of an envelope was about to be licked and sealed down over them. Send us anywhere, Peter thought. The room looked bigger like this, lying on his side with his back to the wall, but he only glanced. MJ swept across the bed like a shooting star in the sky for a kiss and they rapidly shed their bottoms. Her toes touched his, right after they’d gotten fully nude, and his abdomen clenched up, ready to support a thrust or to defend him from whatever was making him flinch like that. Well, screw that.
They kept kissing, making contact only up to their ankles, until Peter laid a cautious hand on her stomach.
“You want to keep going, right?” MJ asked, pulling back for a second. She’d tucked her arm beneath his neck and was systematically scratching her nails across every bit of his scalp, which was both comforting and erotic.
“For sure, yes, if you still do,” he babbled. He could feel her pulse hopping under his hand. He wanted to follow it down so bad.
“Alright then,” she said with a brisk nod, and grabbed his wrist to make his fingers stumble south.
Peter’s mouth fell open and part of him wanted to snatch his hand back because her expression was petrified. But then, it might’ve been that way because she was worried that he didn’t want to touch her like this, in which case removing his hand would make her feel way, way worse. It would’ve been good for him to ask for verbal confirmation here, but the part of his brain that put words together and held their hands until they’d successfully departed his mouth was broken right now. Because MJ had put his hand between the warmth of her thighs, allowing his fingers to graze and his palm to cover the intimate texture of hair. He could feel the questioning look on his face and, apparently in response to it, she piloted his hand a little lower, into the realm of the arousal she must’ve worked up grinding against him. His other hand clenched into a fist as his drive to be inside her swelled like his restless erection.
It was nerve-wracking, so much pressure not to touch her too lightly or too rough―and besides that, to make it somehow feel good for her. That he wanted very badly. Peter was out of his depth. That was when, as usual, MJ swooped in to lend him a literal hand without fuss. Her thighs parted further for him and, with her fingers directing his, he felt the soft creases and curves start to make sense. Gradually, he moved faster, dipped deeper, and nearly shouted victoriously when he accidentally flicked something that, by MJ’s sharp breath and the buck of her hips, was her clit. He ran his fingers across her entrance to wet them and flicked again, slowing to a tap, then a knead when she responded well (death grip on his wrist). Working up the nerve to probe his middle finger gently inside her came with a wealth of rewards: hitched breathing, her hand sliding precariously far down his abs, and a tight heat that his dick was longing for with more urgency than ever now that he knew precisely what it felt like.
Lying so that both his hands were down where he needed them to be wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but the way MJ gasped and then quietly moaned his name when he had the dexterity of extra fingers to offer her made it worthwhile. He could now continue fingering her from the inside while also pressing fingertips to her clit. Rewetting them after every few swipes made her gasp and writhe against his hands all over again. When she abruptly said, “Faster,” the finger inside her froze and he worked her clit double then triple time as she folded into him, forehead on his chest, and unceremoniously grasped his dick.
“You can’t do that right now,” he laughed, lightheaded. MJ’s fingers, fully around his erect penis. Avengers fucking assemble because this was not a drill.
At his plea, her hand darted to his hip instead, gripping even more firmly as, incredibly, Peter Parker (aka Spider-Man on a Train, aka Friendly Neighbourhood Third Baseman) brought her to orgasm. Her hips jerked and she made muffled hiccupping noises from where he couldn’t see her face and he thought to introduce a second finger to give her something to, holy shit, ride? He guessed? This was insane. Had the feeling of freedom from a school trip made this happen? Did people just get extra horny on trains? He was so glad the train company had fucked up Mr. Harrington’s ticket reservation to stick Peter and MJ in a single room for a night.
“We should,” she began, lifting her head with a blush of warmth and maybe self-consciousness after she’d sagged into herself and he’d removed his hands uncertainly, “discuss logistics.”
“Oh,” Peter said, surprised. “Oh, I guess, yeah. Logistics. Right.”
“What I mean is―”
He cut MJ off with a short kiss of determined pressure. Going straight into talking about logistics actually didn’t feel right, not when he’d just had her in his hands like that. This shouldn’t feel like business; it was affection. He really cared about her. Seeing and feeling and hearing what Peter had just seen, felt, and heard was monumental. Would she be his girlfriend after this? Should he ask her right now?
“Go ahead,” he urged with a smile, foregoing mention of the other stuff for the moment. It wasn’t business. They didn’t require a pause to agree on the parameters.
Plus, MJ was flustered now, which was amazing and adorable.
“I…” She trailed off when he found her hand under the sheet and held it. With a resolute tilt of her head, she took another run at her sentence, “I did not happen to pack condoms. Did you? Also, I’m not on birth control. I didn’t really know this was, um, going to happen.”
Peter kissed her again, for longer, at the vulnerable expression on her face.
“Me neither,” he promised. “Definitely a surprise.”
“So, you are equally ill-equipped?”
Instantly, he frowned.
“Technically, but it’s so harsh to say it like that! I’m not sure you would’ve been super thrilled if I had had condoms.”
“I would’ve been suspicious,” MJ confirmed, looking suspicious of him even as she spoke the words.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Do you think they sell them on the train?” Apparently, they were switching gears.
“I don’t know. Do you really want to be wandering around trying to buy condoms and have Mr. Harrington catch you though?”
“Hmm. Good point. So, what are our options?”
He was cooling down after the frenzy of getting her off and reflexively shifted towards her. The move made them both instinctually awkward, unsure where to touch and hyper-aware that their faces had never been this close before tonight. They were just existing with their faces close now, like this was their normal. Peter kept tight hold of her hand and basically willed himself to wade forward into talking this out.
“We could just not do anything else,” he suggested first, internally pleading with her not to go that route.
“Obviously, we can stop if you want to, but I’m kind of dying to see what you look like when you, you know.”
Peter was speechless for a moment.
“Uh, well, I mean…” He scratched the back of his head. “I could pull out?”
“And just… on the sheet?” She asked, avoiding his eyes (he assumed―he was kinda avoiding hers too).
“Yeah, then I’ll take it off and rinse it in the bathroom, we sleep on the top sheet and get that blanket―” He pointed to where one was tucked against the wall, ready for use. “―to put over us.”
MJ snorted a laugh.
“What is it?” he asked uneasily.
“I totally forgot we’re actually going to sleep together after this. You’re not missing the joke. That shouldn’t be funny, it just is for some reason.”
He grinned.
“Yeah, it kind of is.”
“You really bold-faced lied to Mr. Harrington, huh? The team should admire you. What a rebel leader you are. Don’t―” she added, raising a finger to his lips as he started to reply. “―say anything about Star Wars. I will definitely never have sex with you on a train again if you do.”
Peter shook his head.
“I’m not risking that.”
For a quiet minute, they adjusted their bodies to bring them even closer. He liked her eyelashes and how her mouth sloped naturally down at the corners; she seemed to be tracing the path of freckles across his cheek and over his nose.
“Do any of the people in that murder book have sex on the train?”
“Who cares?” MJ said. “They’re not real. We are.”
Their fingers slipped, only loosely entwined now, as their concentration returned to yielding kisses, lips moulding effortlessly together. Peter’s free hand stole up the back of her neck and when he shifted his weight subtly into hers, not even completely aware that he was asking, she answered, tipping onto her back.
“I’ll pull out,” he reaffirmed as her thighs were parting for his hips and he was positioning himself at her entrance by hand.
“I trust you, Peter,” she said in a nonchalant tone.
“I trust you.”
“It’s not a competition,” MJ complained and he let her have the last word because she’d probably said it out of the same nerves he was feeling as he eased the head of his dick inside her.
They both shifted slightly and settled. She laughed when he swore out of sheer bliss, pitching forward a little and drawing back, then he laughed at the sound of her laughing. Somehow, in all that, he ended up completely inside her and she pressed her hands to his back like maybe she really needed him and didn’t want him to go anywhere, even after the sex and the happenstance of a shared room. That would be really, really great.
The sex wasn’t perfect: for all MJ’s evident enjoyment, Peter didn’t have the inherent, untested talent or beginner’s luck to see her climax again and, of the two times she tried to kiss him while he was thrusting, she bonked their heads together on the first and brutally clicked their teeth on the second. They laughed some more. They were a mess. They were, possibly, each other’s.
He finished on the sheet like he’d promised and it felt wrong and gross enough that he’d be buying condoms before they did this again, but it also felt sort of hot the way MJ watched him pump doggedly through the circle of his own fingers until he groaned her name. The follow-up logistics were another mixed bag of sexy and unsexy. Peter threw his pajamas back on, bundled the sheet to his chest with the wet part deep in the center, and bolted to the bathroom to give it a hasty dip in the sink. But he returned to the sight of MJ remaking their bed in her PJs, complete with her sleepy smile. He figured out the light switch and crawled in beside her. Something unexpectedly tender in his chest squeezed when he learned that this tall, coolly critical girl took obvious comfort in being the little spoon. Her body went soft with his arm around her; he fell asleep with his nose and mouth resting against the back of her neck.
The alarm MJ had set on her phone got them up half an hour before they had to meet their team and teachers the next morning. First, Peter let his arm go slack so she could roll over to face him without leaving his embrace.
“Hey,” she said with her eyes barely open.
“Will you be my girlfriend now?”
He could only guess that she’d have given him a look that more clearly called him an idiot if they hadn’t just woken up.
“Yeah, ok.” was the response MJ went with instead.
Peter shook his head with bleary exasperation at how lukewarm her words were, but then she snuck her hand into his pajama pants and really damn quickly worked out how to give him a handjob. Long story short, they desecrated another sheet and were still on time for breakfast (only because they ran).
After everyone had finished eating and Mr. Harrington had delivered a heartfelt-yet-underwhelming pep talk for the day, they were sent back to their rooms to pack up their stuff. They’d be arriving in New Orleans within the hour.
“Are you disappointed there weren’t any crimes last night?” Peter asked with a smile as they repacked their luggage side by side.
“Well, I could say I stole your virginity,” she pointed out, nearly making him catch his hand in the zipper as he closed his bag. MJ gave him a sly sideways glance. “But virginity is a construct. And you were more than willing to give it up.”
She mercifully interrupted his ensuing stuttering with a kiss that he hoped would become a habit. (The kissing, not the stuttering.) His head was hazy with the idea as he jerked the clasp of their door and slid it open for the last time. To find Flash standing in the hall.
“’Sup, Penis, or should I call you ‘Big Easy’ after you two were somehow allowed to share a room?”
Peter stiffened, but he was hellbent on not giving anything away. He rolled his eyes and assumed MJ did the same as they pushed past Flash with their bags and opened the door to the vestibule. He sincerely, stupidly believed that dickhead was following them and that they were in the clear. But as he went to close the door behind them, he noticed Flash hadn’t followed. At Peter’s alarm, MJ joined him in glancing back into the car they’d just left. Flash had his hands braced on the doorframe of their compartment, leaning into the room.
“Wait a second! That other thing’s not a bed!”
The door closed. They stared at each other.
“Oh man, Flash is gonna tease the crap out of us. Do we run?” he asked.
“That’s a dumb plan.” She paused. “And I don’t have another one.”
Their oblivious classmates were emerging from their rooms and Peter and MJ jostled them thoroughly as they booked it down the corridor towards the front of the train.
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Jack Kelly X Reader-Marry You
Alright, this was requested by Anon, ”Jack Kelly x Reader where he proposes on the spot without any of them being prepared on it happening? Probably after some event where Jack realized that “damn I really want to spend my life with her”... Like an emotional fight or dreams come true! Ya know? Real fluffy!!”. I did take inspiration from this scene, but switched it up for our bb Jack “Cowboy” Kelly.
I wake up before the sun and dress quickly, racing to the butcher as he receives his shipment for the morning. “Good Morning, Mr. Johnson. How’s today's shipment coming along?” He smiles at me and finishes bringing it all inside. “Alright Rose, come on in and get your meat. I’ve got a box of chicken for you, plus the extra wings.” Nodding, I follow him inside, careful to keep the blood off the one nice skirt I own. He ducks behind the counter and pesents the white box tied together with twine. “Thank you so much Mr. Johnson. Take care of yourself, and tell Mary I said hello!” With a wave I make my way back to the house, avoiding the cops and hurrying to make breakfast in time. As I near the house, I hear Jack and Crutchie up in their “Penthouse” I gently open and shut the door and enter the kitchen. I start up the furnace and change into my newsies outfit while it heats up. Rolling my sleeves I pull out the wings that Mr. Johnsons had thrown in. Sprinkling salt and pepper on the skin, I place them all in a buttered pan and place it in the oven. I tidy up and put the rest of the kitchen in the small ice box the house had. As the wings finish cooking, I wake up the boys, waking up Romeo and Racetrack, asking them to wake up the other boys while I grab Jack and Crutchie. Climbing up the fire escape, I hear their muffled conversation. Knocking on the ladder, I peek over the top of the roof. “Boys, breakfast is ready. You’d best get down here quick if you want something in your belly before the bell rings.” Nodding, I help Jack lower Crutchie down to the window. The boys are all awake by the time I get down, as well as dressed. “Alright boys, wash-up so you can get breakfast before heading out.” I pull the pan out of the oven to cool as the boys line up for their breakfast. One by one I pass out the wings as they race out the door. Noticing two left once it is Crutchie and Jack’s turn, I quickly give Jack a peck on the cheek and wink at Crutchie to distract them. The boys leave, breakfast in hand, I drop the pan in the sink and race after them, wanting to get to the newsstand in time for the bell. I get into line for my papes, and the boys compliment me on my cooking. Winking at Jack, I flirt up Morris to get a couple extra papes for my trouble, and two new boys show up for papes. We sell papes until 5, when I head home to prepare dinner for my boys. We make a fine dinner out of a chicken and potatoes. We joke and play around with each other until it’s time to head to bed to do the same thing tomorrow morning.
I wake up and shred the leftover chicken for sandwiches, and follow the boys to the gate to get the headline. Les and Davey apologize for being late, mentioning their mother. Race snaps back, but one of the younger ones step in. “Y/N is like our mother. She cooks for us, she tucks us in and wakes us up, she loves us. She’s the closest thing to a Mother I’ve ever had.” Grinning, Romeo throws his arm around my defender. “Yeah? And who’s the Father then, huh? Can’t have no mother if you don’t have no father.” Pipsqueak simply says “Jack!” and walks up the gate. I’m standing in shock, warm and cold at the same time. I’m flattered that Pipsqueak sees me as a mother figure, I do my best for these boys left without a nickel to their name. But Jack as the father… I love Jack, he looks out for the boys like I do, but what would he say about this? As the Headline is unveiled, a murmur of shock ripples through our group. “60 cents per 100?” “This can’t be right!” As the murmurs turn to talk and talk to shouts, it all fades away. How am I going to feed my boys? I already am blessed that Mr. Johnson gives me extra bits and pieces when I buy the chickens, I can’t ask him to go any lower. And the boys, they won’t be able to spend their money on clothes or put anything in the pot for heat and rent. Lost in my panic and racing thoughts, I don’t notice Jack put up a fight, rallying us around him. “They can’t do this to us, we’re a union now boys! And Y/N!” I head home to think things through and plan for what just happened. As I retreat back to the house, I hear Jack and the other boys convince the scabbers to drop their papes and join the fight. I cook and clean the rooms, thinking all the while. I mend pants and shirts while pondering if we’ll even survive a month.
I finish pulling dinner out of the oven, and the boys file in one by one. We sit around the table, the energy a weird limbo of elation and sobriety. The boys were excited for the strike, but knew the cost if the strike didn’t go our way. Clearing my throat, I ask if we could say the Lord's Prayer. A couple boys nod, but most look at me in curiosity. I swallow and start, “Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name. Your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen.” We all prepare for bed, bidding each other a good night, and I sit in my bunk and pray. “Our Lord in heaven, please look after my boys. Protect us from the threat of poverty and destitution.” Pipsqueak climbs into bed with me, asking to pray again. Another one of the younger boys climbs in as well. “Please Y/N? You pray so well.” More and more boys climb in, and when there is no more room, they sit around my bed. “Ok, how about we do a nightly prayer. Repeat after me. Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray thee, Lord, my soul to take.” As we say amen, I give each of the boys a goodnight kiss. As the lines dwindle, Jack and Crutchie are the last to receive a goodnight kiss. I kiss Crutchies head and nudge him towards his bed. When I turn to Jack to give him a kiss, he grabs my face instead, kissing my forehead and telling me goodnight. I bury myself in the blankets and try to rest for the new day.
New day, same headline. Newsies still need to pay 60 cents per hundred. Finally, we have enough of the treatment and chaos is everywhere. I watch in slow motion as Romeo gets backhanded by a cop. People are fighting everywhere. Oscar corners me and goes to throw a punch, and is ripped away by Jack. “Thanks hon!” We fight in tandem, working and throwing punches at everyone in sight. He shouts for me to duck, knocking out someone behind me. He helps me up and smirks. “Hey, what do you think about marrying me?” I turn with a punch to face him, “Seriously? Right now?” Rolling his eyes he responds, “No, just someday soon though. I mean the boys see me as their dad, and you as their Mother.” “We will talk about this later Jack Kelly.” I hear Crutchie screaming for help, being dragged off by his bum leg. I run and pry the bull off Crutch, and shove the boy at Jack. “Take him and go, I’ll get the rest of the boys.” I turn and shout to the rest. “Boys, back home! Meet Jack back at the house, I’m right behind you.” As they run off, I make sure everyone made it out. As I turn to take the alleyways back to Jack and back to my family, two bulls block my path. They grab me and haul me to the refuge kicking and screaming.
During my time there, I became a mother to those kids as well. We said our prayers and I tucked them in at night. Every night I pray for Jack and my boys, that they’re safe and they’re fed. I’m not there for even a few days when I’m taken out of the overcrowded room I was shoved into. We walk to the courtyard from the day of the strike, and I see my boys, I see Crutchie alive and well, and most importantly, I see Jack.
Once I am officially released, I run towards him, jumping into his arms. After setting me back down on solid ground he kneels down and pulls out a simple band. “Y/N, I love you, and I meant what I said earlier. You have been so good to these kids, to me. What I’m trying to say is… Y/N, will you marry me?” Crying I nod. “Yes. Yes!” He slips the ring on my finger, and our lips meet as the boys, and even governor cheer for us. We did end up getting married a couple years later, but that is a different story.
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Dial-a-priest (2/2)
A man slips his phone number into our favourite Fleabag’s back pocket, but it turns out to be a wrong number, connecting her directly to a priest. Chapter 2 of 2. Click here to read Chapter 1. Also on ao3.
"Is this the part where you ask me what I'm wearing?"
"What are you wearing?"
He looked down at himself. "Pyjamas."
"It's 7PM."
"They're comfy."
One night when he was just settling down with a cup of tea and another book, his phone rang.
"Hi," he said when he picked up.
"Hello, Father," said her voice at the other end of the line. English accent, a bit posh, wryly amused.
"You make voice calls? I thought you were a millennial."
"I'm old school. You're Irish."
"I know."
"I should have known. I was curious."
"Is this the part where you ask me what I'm wearing?"
"What are you wearing?"
He looked down at himself. "Pyjamas."
"It's 7PM."
"They're comfy."
"Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing?"
"OK, but we're not having phone sex."
"I'm wearing the world's least comfortable cocktail dress and about three rolls of tit tape."
"Do I want to know what tit tape is?"
"Probably not. I went to a bar again."
Interesting. "Why?"
"I don't know. The last time I talked to someone in a bar he clearly thought I was in dire need of the phone number of an Irish Catholic priest."
"What did you say to him?"
"I think I was probably charming. I usually am."
He chuckled. "You're not wrong. Did you have a good time?"
"No. Someone grabbed my arse and I left. Didn't even have a drink."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Usually I would have ended up going home with him. I didn't want that. I think I just wanted to... make a friend?"
"Do you have other friends? Family?"
"Not really. My sister lives in Finland half the time. I haven't talked to her in a long time. Do you have a sister?"
"No. Why haven't you talked to her?"
"She thinks I tried to shag her husband, which is patently ridiculous because her husband is loathsome."
The urge to give priestly advice was too difficult to overcome. "Why don't you try calling her? If it's been a while, she might be glad to hear from you."
"I guess. Do you have a brother?"
"Yes. Why does she think you tried to fuck her husband?"
"Are you close with your brother?"
He laughed. "No. You didn't answer my question."
"Why aren't you close with your brother?"
"Come on."
"I fucked my best friend's boyfriend and then she walked into traffic and that's why she's dead," she said in a rush. He could hear the wince in her voice.
"Fuck."
"So when I told my sister that her husband tried to kiss me on her birthday and he told her that it was the other way around, she chose to believe that slimy bastard instead of me."
He took a long moment to digest this new information before responding. "You're walking around with a lot of pain inside you, aren't you?" he said gently, his heart aching in sympathy.
"Yeah, but..."
"What?"
"I just..."
"What?"
"It's my fault," she said simply. "All of it, I caused it. That's why I'm trying... to be better. I don't want to do that any more."
"Everyone makes mistakes."
She huffed a laugh. "That's why they put rubbers on the end of pencils."
"I like that."
"You can have it for free. My next witticism will be priced on a sliding scale."
"You're funny."
"For the right price."
Unknown number: I texted my sister
Unknown number: we're going to have coffee
"I think I might be going crazy," he said without preamble when she picked up the phone.
"Well, you do have bats in the belfry."
"They're in the attic, and that's a bit of a sore spot at the moment, so fuck off."
"Why do you think you're going crazy?"
"OK so I was on a train."
"Yes?"
"We were delayed at East Croydon and I looked out the window."
"Sane so far, continue."
"There was a fucking fox! In the window! It was looking right at me! Nobody else seemed to notice it but I know I saw it."
"That's not outside the realms of possibility. There are a lot of foxes about."
He shuddered. "Don't remind me. But it was looking right at me. Right in my eyes."
"You're cute, why wouldn't it look at you?"
"We were there for half an hour and it didn't stop staring at me!"
"Why were you at East Croydon for half an hour?"
"Southern Rail."
"Ah, I take it back. Southern Rail? You are completely insane."
"Fuck you." He paused, backtracking a few sentences in the conversation. "Wait, I'm cute?"
"Goodnight, Father."
"Uh, goodnight then, I guess."
"Don't let the foxes bite."
"You don't need to tell me twice."
After a few weeks of this, he was ready to admit that theirs was the closest friendship he had.
She knew that he was really grateful for Pam's help but that he also found her annoying nearly all the time. She knew about his parents, and his brother, and his weird cousin who kept sending him conspiracy theories on Facebook. She knew about the puns he made in the parish newsletter, and she knew where he hid the G&Ts.
He knew about her dead best friend, and her family, and the way her guinea pig was kind of a jerk sometimes. He knew that she tended to call late at night or just after the lunch rush was over. He even looked up her café online (there weren't that many guinea pig-themed cafés in the world, it turned out) and it was only a few streets away.
Which was a total fucking disaster.
He was a priest, for fuck's sake. He'd made a vow to love only God and to love God's people as a father, and most certainly not to pin beautiful, witty, acerbic women to the nearest flat surface and kiss them until he can't breathe.
It was imperative that they never meet in person. He was careful not to tell her which church was his, never to mention local shops and restaurants. He very conscientiously avoided going within a mile of the café.
There was no way they were ever going to meet, and he'd nearly convinced himself that it was a good thing.
The priest was leafing through the hymnals to see which ones needed to be replaced and trying very hard not to think about his problems, when he noticed one of the Youthie Band loitering in the doorway.
"Hi Jake," he called. "Are you alright?"
"I forgot my bassoon," he said in a mournful tone. "My aunt is bringing it."
Strange kid, but probably harmless. "Oh, fun. How are your bassoon lessons going?"
Jake trained his attention on someone over the priest's shoulder, ignoring the question entirely.
"Where's Claire?" he asked plaintively.
"Hi, Jake," said a woman's voice, strangely familiar. "She didn't want to come with me because she thinks you're creepy."
"What?"
"I'm joking, she's at work."
The priest turned around to greet the new arrival (and possibly to stand up for Jake, although his creepiness was undeniable and probably deserved to be addressed), and his heart just about stopped. Standing before him was the physical manifestation of his ungodly desires made flesh, walking around as though his world wasn't about to explode.
"Here's your clarinet," she said, handing Jake the case.
"It's a bassoon," he protested.
"It's a birth control device."
"You must be Jake's aunt," said the priest, regaining the ability to speak.
"Step-aunt," she corrected, turning to him. She gave a little start when she made eye contact but other than that managed to maintain her composure. "Hello, Father," she said with a smirk, holding out her hand.
He shook it, noticing distantly that her slender hand had a firm grip. "So Claire's your sister?" he managed, drinking in the sight of her, even more lovely in reality, a walking temptation.
A complicated series of emotions flashed across her face, all of which he could actually decipher given all of their long conversations about her family situation - and isn't that weird? Being able to completely read someone when you're meeting them in person for the first time?
"Yeah, Claire's my sister."
Jake made a little squeaking sound on hearing the word "Claire", making the priest remember that he was still standing there.
"Do you have a rehearsal to get to, Jake?" he prompted gently.
Jake nodded and walked away without a word.
"OK, good talk," said the priest to Jake's retreating back. He turned back to her, suddenly nervous. "Hi."
"Hi."
"Uh, welcome to my church. Do you like tea?"
In answer, she gave him an incredulous look and made a bee-line for the third pew from the back of the church, bending over to retrieve the cache of G&Ts that he'd mentioned in passing the other day.
"I'd think we need something stronger than tea given the situation, don't you?" she said, throwing one to him.
He fumbled to catch the can and dropped it on the floor inelegantly with a few murmured curses.
"Now I think of it, I remember you mentioning that you were bad at sports," she said with an apologetic grimace.
He picked up the can and opened it gingerly, took a large and restorative swig, then ushered her into a side room for some privacy. They perched on rickety folding chairs opposite each other, and she stared into his eyes, studying him in a way that made him feel uncomfortably exposed.
"So you live ten minutes from my café," she stated flatly. He nodded. "Did you know this the whole time?"
He winced. "I figured it out a few weeks ago. I can't, I'm sorry, I didn't want to intrude," he lied. He had wanted to intrude, in so many ways.
She shrugged, amenably accepting his explanation. "I just assumed you lived in Ireland. I didn't know we still had Catholics here."
"We send a few over every year as a punishment for when you enslaved our whole country."
They laughed together, such an easy connection, and his fingers itched with the urge to grab her and kiss her.
"The photos didn't do you justice," she said, giving him a thorough and obvious once-over. The blood thrummed in his veins as his eyes drifted down her body in return.
He sucked in a breath and tried very hard to keep his cool.
"You're the single most beautiful human being I've ever seen, and the fact that you're in my church right now is ruining my fucking life," he blurted out.
Fuck.
She softened visibly and stood up, draining the rest of her drink. "I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do. We can just talk on the phone." She was watching him with immense gentleness, seeing right through into his very soul. "I like talking to you. It's OK."
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't want to send you away, I just-" He stood up, rubbing his temples with one hand. "I like talking to you, too," he said softly, looking utterly lost.
She crossed the room and took his face in her hands, bringing their foreheads to rest together. "I'm glad I met you," she whispered, slipping her fingers to card through his hair. He leaned into the touch like a needy cat and let out a shuddering breath.
She pulled away to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, getting ready to leave, and something inside him snapped. He backed her up against the crumbling brick wall, and finally let himself taste the ruby-red lips that had been whispering in his ear for weeks. She made a pleased noise and kissed him back, her arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer.
"Are you sure?" she asked as they broke for air.
"I'm sure," he panted, hiking up her legs to wrap around his waist, and let the life he'd built crash down around them.
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Song Girl - Part 11 - Sungjin Fan Fiction
Song Girl Masterlist
Part 11 - February 2014
Summary: Their first time saying those words; their first trip together.
He had a plan. He’d tell her how he felt on their 100 day anniversary when they went on a weekend trip to go skiing at the resorts out west with Amanda and Melissa, another English teacher with Amanda. They’d get into their hotel room and go to their private bath and he’d say it, ideally right into the curves of her neck while they bathed. If they happened to have sex the first time after that, all the better.
Maybe calling the hotel to ask for rose petals in the pool would clench it. But then again, roses made Ella sneeze a lot so...best not.
That was only a week away. He just had to keep his tongue back. These days he found himself thinking, and wanting to sing, the words whenever he saw her.
He checked the reservation for the third time that day, making sure they had a single bed and good quality room.
“You’re ignoring me again.” Ella teased, poking his nose gently as she returned to his side after giving the cookies she’d brought to the guys.
“Sorry,” He said smiling as his hand found hers and he pulled her close. “I’ll give you all the attention you could want next week.” He whispered in her ear, making her blush.
“It’s ok, I know you’re distracted with training and everything.” She said smiling at him. “But I’m going to meet some friends, so could you see me out?” She asked, which was code for making out in the hallway before bidding each other goodbye.
“Sorry for ignoring you,” Sungjin said, wrapping his arms around her as soon as they were in the hall and in relative privacy.
“Just kiss me.” She whispered, standing on her tip toes.
So he did, eagerly and hungrily, holding her body tight to his. Several minutes later when they turned away, their hair was a bit more tousled, their cheeks flushed and lips a bit swollen.
“Have fun tonight, stay safe.” He said, his thumb tracing her jaw.
“You too,” She said. He felt that familiar feeling warm through his chest as he stepped back to let her go. She stole one more quick kiss.
“Goodnight Sungjin,” She said with a smile taking a step back.
“Goodnight Ella, I love you.” He said and turned toward the door before he realized what he’d said. On the other side of the door he could hear Jae and Wonpil going ‘ooooh’ and he cursed the thin door before he turned back to Ella, frantically waving his hands.
“I didn’t mean-! You can ignore that! That’s not what I wanted-!” He started and he finally realized she’d cleared that distance between them. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him down to her. She kissed him more forcefully than she ever had before and kept kissing him until he got over being stunned and kissed her back, albeit with some confusion.
“That’s not how I wanted to say that.” He said with a strained expression and she giggled.
“I don’t need a dozen roses and candles for that. I’m happy you said it because…” She dropped her voice and leaned into his ear to whisper. “I love you, too.”
He smiled but then he’d remembered. “I had a plan though!” He said in a desperate whisper. She giggled, unable to stop smiling. “I was going to say it next week on our one hundred day anniversary at the resort.” She kissed him again.
“Goodnight, Sungjin. I love you.” She said before she slipped out, still smiling.
When Sungjin returned to the apartment, Jae and Wonpil greeted him by saying “I love you Ella!” In drawn out girly voices. Wonpil was chased through the apartment for that.
A week later, they headed east to go to their ski resorts and spas. Unbeknownst to Sungjin, Ella had packed a fair bit of sexy little outfits in addition to the layers she’d wear to ski. Her only concern was not getting too beaten up skiing that she’d be unable to enjoy their privates night together, determined to try getting around her block. He in turn had about ten condoms, which he figured might be overkill but it was better to be prepared. They didn’t tell each other about their packed secrets.
Their hotel featured large public korean baths and other amenities right next to nationally, and internationally, renowned slopes that featured night skiing until two in the morning. They left Friday morning, Amanda and Melissa in their own car behind them. The trip was going to take three and a half hours.
“I think I brought a whole bottle of painkillers.” Ella said ten minutes after Sungjin started on the drive and they’d gotten through more mundane small talk.
“Why?”
“The last time I went skiing I was sore for a week.” She said; what she didn’t say was that she was going to do everything to avoid being sore because she wanted to be able to have sex with him without screaming muscles.
“You could run with me in the mornings.” He said with a small smirk.
“I don’t run.” She said firmly. She walked, everywhere, and she ate healthy, but she didn’t run. It didn’t make sense to run if you weren’t running after something or from something.
“You’re very stubborn about that.”
“I’m stubborn about a lot of things.”
“Do you have a list?”
“I have a lot of lists, but that’s not a list.”
“But what are you stubborn about?”
“Hmm, French Vanilla is the superior vanilla ice cream, chocolate heals souls, Harry Potter is my comfort blanket, your hands are the best hands, same with your voice, you are very handsome, Korean beauty products are superior, psychology can do more than most people know, should I keep going?” “No, you’re good. My hands?” He said stifling his laughter.
“Rough, warm, and full of magic.” She said removing her hand from his and opening his up to trace his lines and callouses.
“You’re weird.”
“Yep, but it’s too late for you to ditch me now. You’ve said you love me.”
“I do love you.”
“And I love you.”
“If you want to finish up your reading, you can do it while we drive. I know that’s what you wanted to do.” He said as they got onto the highway.
“Ok, just let me know if you want to talk or do anything.” She said slipping her feet out of her boots and tucking them under her, lifting a book, highlighter, and tablet from her bag and placing them on her furled legs.
“It’s fine. This is your job.”
“I’m looking forward to staying up late having fun and not translating twenty pages of work.” She said as she flipped open to the correct chapter. She was working on creating a lesson plan for an English course she was getting ready to teach over the summer.
“What kind of fun?” He asked, gently squeezing her leg.
“A wide variety.” Ella said smiling up at him before she dived into the book. She stayed submerged in her work for two hours, only emerging for brief moments as she shifted in the seat, checking up on him when she did so. After those couple hours, she put her books away for the weekend and turned to him, slipping her hand into his once again.
“So, what were you thinking we could do when we get there?”
“Take our stuff up to our room, pee, and then I’m torn between two options.” She said while he rocked her hand back and forth with his.
“What options?”
“A) Spend quality time alone in our room, or B) Go skiing or tubing, maybe tubing because that won’t make me as sore.”
“Well, why don’t we go tubing for a couple hours then go back to the hotel. We’ll get there early enough it might not even be dark yet.”
“Will you stay with me if I break something?”
“Just try not to break something.”
“Fair,”
“This is the exit, right?”
“According to Google.”
“You’ve never been here.”
“No.”
“Of course not, is there anywhere else in Korea do you really want to go?” He asked as they started down the more local roads.
“Jinhae for the cherry blossom festival.” She said immediately.
“Really?” He said, smiling broadly.
“Yeah, why are you getting so happy?” She asked squeezing his hand as he moved hers around with his.
“I’ve been a few times, it’s usually around my sister’s birthday so I’ve been with my family.”
“I’m so jealous. Cherry Trees are my favorite.”
“You know, I had guess that since you have a cherry blossom dress, skirt, shirt, phone case, laptop skin, keyboard cover, planner, and umbrella.”
“That honestly probably not all the cherry blossom I have. We had one in my front yard and another in my backyard. The Kwansen was my favorite.”
“You really love them, don’t you?” “Yes, that’s why I’d kill to go one day.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Is there anywhere you want to go?” “I wouldn’t mind seeing where you grew up.”
“The United States, that’s a very different trip than just going south to Busan.”
“I know, and you don’t even live in the same part as Jae.”
“Opposite coasts.”
“That country is too big.”
“I’d love if we could go. I spent my weekends one year exploring DC and I could show you around.” She said and he smiled turning into the resort.
“I’m not sure that will work out, but hopefully someday.”
“That is good enough for me.” She said as they parked.
They spent their afternoon skiing and tubing until it got dark. Sungjin took photos of the girls while they were out. Once they got back, they headed into the resorts bath and spa.
“Is that what you’re wearing?” Sungjin asked Ella when she emerged from the women’s changing room. She glanced down at her blush pink bikini. Next to her, Amanda was in a red tankini and Melissa had donned a slightly suggestive black swimsuit.
“This was the only swimsuit I brought, so yeah. Don’t be that guy.” She added and he sighed. Amanda laughed.
“Guess you’re not in the US anymore.” She said patting El’s shoulder before she and Melissa beelined for the for the spa baths outside.
“I know I sounded possessive it’s just…” Sungjin waved his hand. “Even in Busan in the dead of summer, guys wear t-shirts,” he plucked at his own, “and women wear cover ups and even go into the water with them.”
“Ok, so these are things you should tell me because I don’t know.”
“Come here…” Sungjin said, reaching for her waist.
“What?” She said as he leaned in.
“Forgive me because I don’t like guys staring at my girlfriend dressed like that.” He whispered and she rolled her eyes.
“Like you can talk, girls are staring at you.” She said glancing around.
“Let’s just join Amanda and Melissa…” He said, starting to red as he noticed the girls, too.
“It’s ok, I mean, I know my boyfriend is hot.” She said as they moved toward the baths.
“Stop being weird.” He said poking her side.
“Too late. I am weird.” She said as she sank into the bath next to Amanda. Reluctantly, Sungjin sat beside her.
“Do you think I’m being too possessive?” He asked Amanda, who laughed.
“I think...given your history, it makes sense. But I also think you don’t know how much she’s in love with you.” She said and he looked at Ella.
“Other guys don’t matter to me. But if they matter to you and that means you give more attention me, I won’t complain.” She said with that flirty, suggestive, daring glint in her eye.
“That’s good to know.” He said as he draped his arm over her shoulder.
“So do you all want to hit up the karaoke later?” Melissa asked.
“Nope, not with him at least.” Ella said immediately.
“Why do I matter?” Sungjin asked, his voice rising.
“Because you sing better than anyone I know and I do not want you judging my voice or anything.” She said and he laughed.
“I’ve heard you sing.” He said and she gasped. “You sing when you clean, or cook, or in the shower.”
“I’m so sorry for the damage inflicted on your ears.”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
“Average.”
“Yeah, average.” He said and she laughed.
Being with him was better than being with anyone else, except maybe her closest friends but they were great in different ways.
Back in their hotel room, they were once again alone. Ella was taking a moment to steady herself while Sungjin checked up with everything on his phone. She stole another glance in the mirror - she wore a pink silk pajama top with black lacy lingerie underneath. Her body felt electrified; her mind was a bit of mess, but she was going to ignore that.
Ignoring it was easier when she saw his expression when she stepped out of the bathroom. His eyes grew and a blush crept into his cheeks while he put his phone aside.
“Wow,” He said after his eyes travelled over her. His hair was still tousled and curling slightly. She was captivated by him and anticipation swirled in her stomach. She wanted him and that mess inside her head slipped away.
“Are you up to a little more activity tonight?” She asked, padding across the floor to him.
“Activity?” He said, chuckling. His hands found hers as she straddled his lap.
“Sorry, uh, I didn’t really know what else to say because I didn’t want to say something like ‘want to make out?’”
He thought back to the dozen condoms in his bag. “El, I was thinking, and we don’t have to do this, but I thinking or maybe hoping…”
“I’m supposed to be the one that babbles.”
“I want to have sex with you.” He blurted and she smiled. She got that mischievous glint that told him he was in for it.
She tucked her head down, pressing her lips into his neck. “Silly boy,” She murmured into his skin, pressing her body into his. “Why do you think I’m dressed like this?” She said and he dropped his head back.
“So is that a yes?” He asked, his voice that strained one he got when he was turned on.
“Yes,” She said picking her head up.
He crashed his lips to hers, seeking hers with a hunger he hadn’t before. His arms tightened around her, pushing her body against his. His fingers sought out the buttons of her shirt while their tongues mingled. Slowly, the fabric of her shirt fell away, exposing the black lace of her bra, a recent purchase.
“Ahh…” He let out a breath, staring at it for a moment. Ella slowly ran her fingers through his hair. It felt good to make him want her since she wanted him. She felt sexy, desired, and her ego basked in it.
Then he flipped them and took off his shirt before smirking back at her.
Shadows of nerves swam over her eyes and he paused. “You’re still nervous about sex, huh?” He said and she nodded.
“It’s not you...I want to, I’m just not sure my body will cooperate, or my brain.” She confessed.
“What do you think we should do?” He asked, and she sighed.
“Just go slowly, and make sure I’m turned on, I also brought lube and don’t let me think too much.”
“You get lube and I’ll get condoms?” He asked and she nodded. Both of them lept of the bed and returned with their items.
“I’m sorry in advance if it turns out this won’t work.” She said and he smiled kissing her forehead.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He whispered before bringing their lips together gently.
“I love you.” She whispered as he guided her back on the bed, slipping her shirt off her shoulders. She pushed closer to him, craving his touch, his warmth, hoping to lose herself in him like she usually did.
“I love you, too.” He murmured into her skin. He kissed her slowly, pressing his lips into every inch of her body. He trailed from her lips, her neck, to her breasts once he languidly removed her bra. He continued over her stomach to her heat. Utterly unhurried, he pulled her panties down, following their path with his lips along her inner thigh. One hand guided her legs open while the other locked with hers.
“Please,” She whined, her breathing already labored. He was surprised to find her already dripping, hips rolling, under his hand.
“Just let me know how you’re doing.” He said squeezing her hand before his tongue swiped into her folds. Immediately, she let out a jolted moan, her muscles tensing.
He wanted to make her feel pleasure she hadn’t known before. He wanted not only have sex with her, but have sex with her that she enjoyed, that she loved. He loved knowing that he could bring her to not just one but several orgasms with just his tongue and fingers. He couldn’t get enough of her moans, her arching her back, rolling her hips seeking more pleasure, or the way her stomach and thighs quivered when she orgasmed.
His tongue travelled through her folds. It dipped into her dripping heat before winding up and circling around her clit. She dripped and whimpered losing herself to his touch.
Before long, she had reached her first orgasm, squeezing his hand tight.
He brought her to her second one using both his tongue and long fingers. This one took longer to recover from for her.
“Do you want to…” He trailed off, reaching for a condom. She nodded and sat up, trying to quell her racing heart.
Sungjin wasn't Charlie. Nothing about them was the same except that they both played guitar. His very touch was different, his heart. She knew that. Sungjin was not going to hurt her.
“What position do you think…” Again he trailed off, his free hand waving toward the bed.
“I think we should keep it straightforward.” Ella whispered. Her heart rose steadily and her body tightened. Shadows of panic swirled in the corners of her mind. What if I really can't do this?
“Right…” He trailed off and looked between them. He'd had sex before but suddenly he felt like a virgin, unsure and all awkward hands. Maybe that's how sex with someone for the first time always worked. All awkward as you felt each other out.
“I think you're going to have to take the lead.” She whispered. Her hand sought his out, anchoring herself to him.
His brown eyes locked on hers, seeking any sign that she wanted to back out, if she wasn't ready. Murky assuredness, determination shimmered in her eyes.
His free hand guided her to lay back while he got on top of her, swallowing his nerves as best he could. He knew she wanted this to work and he wanted to give her that. She squeezed his hand tighter, that ball of nerves tightened in her stomach, much worse that than sensation before her orgasm.
He brought her hand up, letting it go and letting it land over his shoulder and neck. With his newly freed hand, he lifted her chin bringing her lips to his. He put everything he had into that kiss, how much he loved her, how much he didn't want to hurt her, his desperation to satisfy her. She wrapped her arms around his neck clinging to him. Through her chest, he could feel her erratic heartbeat, matching his own, which was resisting his efforts to be cool and collected.
His fingers glided down her side, over her smooth skin, seeking her heat. He was relieved to find she was still wet, even wetter than before, a sign she was miraculously still turned on. Her walls were tight against his fingers as he tried to stretch her out.
After a moment, he slipped his fingers out and lined himself up to her entrance. Her hold on him got tighter, her nails poised to dig into his shoulder.He deepened the kiss, clumsily making an attempt to rub her clit while he slid inside, an effort to distract her.
Her nails dug into his shoulder and she let out a whine, but she kept kissing him. He slid in all the way, still kissing her until he was done.
Her nails loosened as he slowly pulled out of the kiss. He swallowed dryly. She was tighter than he expected; he was unsure of just how long he'd be able to last. Then again, she had said that when shed had sex before, she had just been hoping it would end quickly so maybe she wouldn't care.
“Are you all the way in?” She asked in a low voice.
“What kind of question is that?” He asked, couldn't she tell?
“Hey, there's only really nerves at the opening, the rest of it is not really all that sensitive. All I can tell is that you're there.” She said, a deep red coloring her cheeks.
He laughed. Her nervous babbling was coming out.
“Yes I am, is it too painful?” He asked, not daring to move until he knew how she was feeling.
“No, not really, like I said, limited nerves. It feels a little good actually...I think if you rub my clit, I might really enjoy it.” She said, her fingers twisting through the hair at the back of his head.
“So you're good if I move?” He asked and she nodded, a ghost of nervousness running through her eyes. He kissed her again before he slid out, leaving just the tip in. His thumb rubbed her clit in the way he already knew she liked before he slid back in.
Her little whimpers rose into their kiss, not sounds of pain but of pleasure. He couldn't help but smile. It helped his ego to know he was better at this than her ex. He continued thrusting, evenly, while their tongues tangled together and his moans joined her whimpers.
It wasn't long before his climax was building, and if her quivering stomach under his fingers was any indication, she was, too. Their kiss and his thrusts grew sloppy as they chased their highs. Their efforts were rewarded only a couple minutes later with a low groan out of him and a whimper dropping from her lips.
While it wasn’t the best sex of their lives, they had both enjoyed it and El didn’t have a panic attack. She was ready to deem it a surprising success.
After they caught their breaths and shared a couple awkward giggles, Sungjin disposed of the condom and El went to the bathroom.
“So, that went reasonably well.” El said when she returned, this time having paired the pajama top with its matching bottoms.
“Is that supposed to be a damning critique of my technique?” Sungjin asked with a smirk while he plugged their phones in.
“No, more of a critique for myself.” She said getting into the bed beside him.
“I enjoyed it.” He said turning to shoot a smile before he got back up to turn off the lights and check the door.
“That’s good, I did, too.”
“We’ll just take it slow to make sure you’re comfortable and happy.” He said unable to keep a grin off his face. “Did you really not feel any pain?” “I felt a little pain, but it went away, which hasn’t happened before.” She said smiling as he joined her in the bed.
“I am the best, you know.” He said kissing her forehead.
“I love you.” She sighed as she snuggled closer to him.
“I love you, too.” He whispered, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and holding her against him.
“I want to have sex with you again.” She hummed, her eyes closed.
“Right now?” He asked, startled but the confession.
“No, but again.” She said with a smile as she opened one eye. “I really am lucky to have you.”
“Me too,” He said kissing her nose. Under the covers, their legs tangled together naturally, without hesitation.
“And you even smell good.” She said with that same happy humming voice.
“I’m pretty sure that’s just the jasmine baths.”
“No, you usually smell good.”
“Are you drunk or something?” He asked feeling her forehead as she shook her head.
“No, but I act a bit drunk when I’m tired.” She said closing her eyes with a stubborn determination not to open them again.
“Then we should sleep.” He said flicking the last light off. She turned to her other side, her usual sleeping position, but her feet were still hooked with his. In turn, he rolled onto his side, the bigger spoon to her smaller one.
“What do you think about morning sex?” She asked while his arm draped over her waist.
“I’m not opposed.”
“I like the idea of morning sex.”
“That’s good to know.”
“I thought so.”
“Are you getting into another hormone crazed state?”
“What can I say? You make me crazy.” She said interlocking her fingers with his.
“Sweet dreams El,” He whispered, kissing her shoulder.
“Sweet dreams, Sungjin.” She echoed.
Neither of them wanted moments like this to ever come to an end.
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7/30/2017 DAB Transcript
2 Chronicles 26:1-28:27 ~ Romans 13:1-14 ~ Psalm 23:1-6 ~ Proverbs 20:11
Today is the 30th of July. Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I'm Brian. It is great to be here with you at the threshold of a shiny, sparkly new week that we are going to a walk into together. And this week or going to read from the Names of God Bible, which I enjoy because it's all English. But when we come to a name of God then it then it's the Hebrew name, the original name, in the original language. And we will be making a lot of transition this week. We will transition out of the month of July and into the month of August. We will transition out of the books of Chronicles and we will also complete and transition out of the letter to the Romans. So, a lot in front of us this week. So, let's dive in. Second Chronicles chapter 26 verse 1 through 28 verse 27 today.
Commentary:
OK. So Paul is continuing to, sort of, lay out this…I wouldn’t call it a grid…but sort of an overview of what life can look like, should look like, in this faith. And we went over some of that yesterday and he continues today. By coming to the same conclusion that Jesus came to and that has been in the world forever. It all comes down to love - loving your neighbor as you love yourself. Because if you can do that then you are obeying God. For example - and he uses the 10 commandments - never commit adultery. Well, if you love your neighbor as you love yourself, you'll be fulfilling that. You won't commit adultery. Never murder. If you love your neighbor as you love yourself, you’re not going to murder. Never steal. If you love your neighbor as you love yourself, you’ll never steal. So, on and on it goes. And comes down to love. We are all in this together. We are all part of a body. We each have a unique position in this. We need to be in that to its fullest…fullest…and not be looking around at what other parts of the body are doing, so that we can try to not be who we are, so that we can try to be but somebody else is. We are all in this together and we must love one another. The thing is, if we would do that…seriously…if we would do that, things will change all around us. If everyone would do that in the world, the world would change overnight – dramatically, radically, overwhelmingly. But if we would just do this, then our world would change dramatically. The temperature in our homes would be different. The posture of heart that we have toward each other would be different. It's pretty simple and pretty difficult to live into. And impossible to live into without union with God, without walking with God, without relationship with God, without God being intertwined in that story. It's not possible. But Paul breaks it down in today’s reading by basically summarizing everything that we've been talking about when we went through the book of Acts and everything that we've been talking about as we've gone through the book of Romans. What does a person who is Christ-like do? What does that person look like? What does this really mean? Paul says, look, you know the times that we’re living in and it is time for you to wake up. Our salvation is nearer now than when we first started this. The night is almost over and the day is near. So, we should get rid of the things that belong to the dark and take up the weapons that belong to the light because that's what we're bringing into this world friend - light and good news. That's what this is about. So, Paul says we should live decently, as people who live in the light of day. This other crazy stuff - the drunkenness, the wild parties, the sexual immorality, the promiscuity - we know all of those things. Right? Those are all on the A list. But also on Paul's A list is rivalry and jealousy. Those are all included in some of the other stuff that has traditionally been so bad. Rivalry and jealousy are just as bad as wild parties and immorality. So, think about that for a minute. Those things belong to the dark. They need to be gone. We live in the light of the day. Paul says, instead of those things, live like Jesus. Or in other words, be Christ-like and forget about satisfying the desires of your corrupt nature. That was then. This is now. You are not that person anymore. That person died and you have been raised up anew, a new creation in Christ, Jesus. Wow! It's so clear. And we all get a taste of it. It wells up inside of us and we can see it. But then we just assume that we don't have to cultivate this lifestyle. So, we will rush off into this overjoyed that we have finally seen it only to find out the second it gets opposed we’re just going to slide backward. What Paul is doing is giving us a description of where we should be heading. And we should never stop heading in that direction. We have to be vigilant every single day. We have to move in this direction in a straight line for a long time in order to succeed, which ultimately brings us face-to-face with whether or not we really want this, whether or not we really want this life. Because it really is a different kind of life. It really is an invitation to be in the world in a different way - to be in it but not of it.
Prayer:
Father, we want to be in the world but not of it. We want to be here because you made us human beings to be here. But the constructs that we've made all over the world, that we would know as culture, it's been a mixture for a long time and you've invited us to live higher, to live truer. That the culture is based on so many…thousands and thousands of little lies…that we tell all of the time, trying to craft ourselves in our own image, in our own perfect image, and then try to display that into the world, when you've invited us to wipe that clean and reflect your glory, to be fully present here, to be in this world, but to be reflecting heaven into it. On earth as it is in heaven. And that's really what we do want. We can surrender ourselves but it really does come down to: how much do we really want this? Because we try to blend, we try to mix that all in all of the time. We want to find our identity in something other than You. And this is constant. And, so, right now, we surrender that identity and invite your Holy Spirit to live through us in this world, which isn't to say that we’re passengers along for the ride. This is an invitation to a collaboration in this world - a deep intertwining with you - an awareness that it's not possible for us to be alone in this world no matter what we're going through. Most of the things that were going through we got ourselves into. What would it look like just followed you? Oh, the joys of thoughts like that. And they're all available and it's all possible because nothing is impossible with You. So, come, Holy Spirit, we pray. We surrender our will and our ways and our identity and our agenda to You. Come, Holy Spirit, in Jesus’ name we ask. Amen.
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Hi. I'm Sharron from California. I’ve been listening to the Daily Audio Bible for five years. I’m a first-time caller. I’ve suffered from major depression most of my life. I'm an older woman and I'm giving up because I don't see no light at the end of the tunnel. I feel miserable every day and my family doesn’t understand. I’ve turned to God…but God…I don't know what his plan is for me. I just can’t live in this misery anymore and I don’t know who to turn to besides God. But I feel He doesn’t want to help me. Please pray for me because I don't know how much more I can take. What…sad…empty…lonely feeling of... Thank you and God bless you all.
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Dr. Ara
[ARA]
"Nice job Ara, your skills are definitely improving, in a few years time I think I might actually have a worthy competition in Cardio."
I smile and bow in thanks at the compliments of my mentor. It's been 5 years working under Dr. Christina Yang and everyday I had to pinch myself to be able to work with such a renowned figure in Cardio and now shes complimenting me!
"That reminds me are you are accepting my job offer right?"
"Yea, I mean if nothing has changed I was planning on taking it."
"Good, I don't want to have an incompetent surgeon on to take over as head. Listen kid you are a Cardio God now don't forget it. A little young but who cares"
I smile thinking about my first day in residency as a 15 year old doctor, Dr. Yang took one look at me and pointed me in the direction of the day care but I proved myself worthy.
"Ok now this hospital has a stupid rule to 'reward' the top fellow and unfortunately that person is you."
"Unfortunately?"
"Yea you have received the prize of accompanying a idol group as their on duty doctor for the last two months of the year, which means less surgeries but you get to travel around a bit but I don't know how that matters."
"Can't I refuse, I mean I rather stay back and do more surgeries."
"Trust me kid I tried, they just said something stupid about teaching surgeons to life life as well, I even tried to transfer you and me back to Seattle or Switzerland but legal got in the way so yea congrats I'll see you in the new year. Here is the band's information someone will be dropping off the files at your place tomorrow and you are supposed to go to the labels office on Monday, no scrubs, and yea knock yourself out, don't kill any idols."
She left me standing there with a folder that contained the group I was going to be looking after for the next two months. I sighed and headed to the locker room to change out of my scrubs and meet my roommate who was probably bored to death in the lobby waiting for me to finish my shift. We were celebrating her first modeling gig for Zara, to say Yana was pretty was to say that the world was round there was no disputing that. I spot her slouched on the couch glaring at the coffee table for some unknown reason.
"Ready to go?"
Her head snaps to me and she nods jumping up.
"Finally! I was thinking of breaking my toe so I could come in and drag you out."
"Dragging me out would be hard with a broken toe."
"Good point, I'll think of some medical emergency next time."
"Next time?"
"Yup, next time."
I laugh and pull her out the doors of the hospital. We begin the walk to the restaurant around the block.
"Slow down! Not everyone is blessed with your 5'9 height Ara!"
Despite her being the model between us I was the taller one out of the two of us, actually usually the tallest in a room full of girls. Needless to say dating was a struggle.
"Sorry, sorry, Im just really hungry. I just want food."
"If you quit being a surgeon you can eat all the time, now doesn't that sound appealing?"
"Shut up."
"Ugh I don't know how you do it, look inside people's chests all day and then go out and eat meat at night, I would probably become a vegetarian if I were you." I shrug
"You just have to have the stomach for it."
"Your starting to sound like your mentor now." Yana despised Dr. Yang ever since she Yang dissed her on the first meeting you can see clear daggers shooting out of Yana's eyes every time it landed on Dr.Yang.
"That's not a bad thing you know."
"I swear if you bring your cut through competitiveness and Yangness out of the hospital I will disown you as my friend, you are only allowed to be my shy, beautiful friend here in the real world ok."
I laugh and put my hands up in surrender to her pointed finger. We take our usual seat in the restaurant, right by the window so we can watch as people walk by.
"So how was the shoot."
"Amazing the clothes were so pretty, can you believe they let me take some."
"Oh new clothes for me to 'borrow’."
She rolled her eyes at me, at this point we barely knew whose clothes were who's we just kept borrowing each others throughout the years.
"Oh by the way I got a girl to fill out the third bedroom, she's a freshman in my old university but shes super sweet."
"How'd you meet her."
"I posted on the school page and she responded and I met her over coffee this morning, I just wanted to run it by you before I got back to her."
"If you think she's cool then yes why not, plus i might be around for the next two months either."
"What why?"
"I'm on idol duty, for the next two months Im on the on set doctor for a band called BTS?"
Yana yelped
"BTS? Are you fucking kidding me."
"Don't swear! And yea who are they?"
"Wow you really do tune out my rants, they are one of the biggest groups now, they debuted two years."
"Oh, well yea I'm in charge of following them around and making sure they are healthy."
"I take back you quitting surgery, keep going girl. You get to follow around 7 good looking men, maybe one will fall in love with you. Oh my. This could be the end of your dating tragedies."
"No one is going to fall in love with me and what tragedies, you have had far worse relationships."
"Yea right, the guy from two years ago is the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends"
I groan trying to change the subject. We went on to mindlessly talk about our lives catching up on what we missed over the last 48 hours since we saw each other. We strolled down the streets of the brightly lit capital eventually making it to our humble abode, 3 bedrooms in a university location blessing from my family especially with our current financial status.
"Hey Ara, do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you didn't graduate when you were 10."
"Nope, I always think about how my life would be if I didn't have a best friend that stuck with me through med school while she was in middle school."
"Yea I know I'm great."
We both say goodnight and head into our separate bedrooms, around 2 hours later I heard the familiar creaking of my door and my covers shift as Yana snuggles into bed next to me.
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I groan as I hear a pop song play from Yana's phone.
"Growl, Growl"
"Yana turn it off."
"No, this is your jam."
"Not at 6 am, turn it off."
"You can't silence Exo Ara."
"I can hit you Yana, turn your alarm off."
"No."
I take the pillow next to me and hit her in the head with it.
"Ow, you're going to give me a concussion."
I groan and finally sit up glaring at the human being curled up next to me. "
You are going to make me hate music."
"No, someone's love for Exo can't die it's scientifically proven. Wait!"
She jumped up grabbing onto my shoulders.
"It December next month, that means award shows, that means BTS is going and that means you will be in the same vicinity as Exo. Listen to me very carefully, you must kidnap at least 2 members of Exo ok?"
"Fangirls like you are the reason they have security."
"They have security to protect us from their handsome face." I looked at her confused at her logic.
"It's too early for your craziness."
"On good days you are crazier than me. You're just sleep deprived."
I collapse back on to the pillow. "Amen."
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So, I suppose this is a way to start the show. Nice to see that it was just a mistake on thrusday to play out Ziggler’s theme. And by nice, I mean awful. I know it’s supposed to get under my skin, and it works. Just play the damn theme.
Interesting that Baron’s seeming to start a trend of going shirtless now. I’d be okay with him tearing his tank off each match, honestly.
Still haven’t decided if they added Ziggler in so that Bobby doesn’t have to eat a pin, or so Baron doesn’t have to. All I know is that someone’s being protected, and it ain’t Dolph.- I SAY AS DOLPH PINS BARON??? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL JUST HAPPENED HERE??? Ahaha, glad I don’t ever actually place bets on these things, holy shit, wow, okay, you got my attention, Clash of Champions.
Shane’s custom made Ref shirt. I want a special referee shirt that customized towards my own themes.
SHANE YOU’VE BEEN IN MATCHES WITH TWO REFS AT THE SAME TIME WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.
Aiden’s looking nice. I love his jackets. I want his jackets.
Omg listen to them chanting Rusev Day I’m so happy what a good Bulgarian. What a happy Rusev Day to us all! AND WE GET ALL OF THE SONG!!!!!! A whole month or Rusev, how exciting!!! Fuck me sideways we’re Actually Getting The Whole Song, What voodoo magic has Aiden done to allow himself to go uninterrupted? YES I WANT AN ENCORE!!!!!!! Oh, oh ok, i see how this is. Gable and Benjamin running for heel tagteam of the year. I get it.
Those fucking pancakes. I can’t even. They make me feel emotions that I simply don’t have the capacity to parse through and understand.
Baby boy, no, ain’t no one singing about Christmas you sillies. Rusev Day. (good crowd interaction though i’m impressed)
(Also don’t worry Simmon in the first row, we’ll see the Ascension tonight, I almost guarantee it. Undoubtedly when they cost Breezango a win tonight.)
This is gonna be fucking chaos, but of the impressively athletic variety. Wonder how long it will be before Xavier gets involved, considering it’s a No DQ.
“No it’s not, it’s Training Day”- Chad Gable, 2017
Things I just realized that I would kind of enjoy- the Usos and New Day getting twin pins, and them being forced to share the Tag Team Belts. Co-Belt defenders makes for all kind of fun shenanigans. I look back fondly on when Jericho had to share the Intercontinental Title with Chyna.
Rusev’s face when Aiden’s super sexy pin didn’t work.
Holy SHITE GABLE that’s beautiful, rolling bridging german suplexes That’s what I signed up to See.
...Aw...... Well, it was a damn good attempt Chad. Like that they’re letting him go out looking strong at least.
And speaking of chaotic matches. Kinda see Natti stealing a win outta this one, but also Charlotte does have a damn good record at PPVs, soooo... anyone’s game I guess. Also when did we stop calling it lumberjill matches??? Did I miss the memo? I’m cool with it, don’t particularly care either way honestly, just find it kind of odd. Maybe because they’re afraid it’ll remind people that Jillian and her really bad pop singer gimmick was a thing. Can’t blame you WWE, those were dark times. Not as dark as the time that the Boogeyman ate a mole off her face, but still dark.
Fucking love Ruby’s theme, it’s great. Also I like how all the “teams” have like, taken their own sides of the ring. Y’all can’t do that. There’s not enough of you to fully circle the ring, so you gotta plan smart and like, circle around it where Charlotte and Natti are gonna be.
Come on Corey, Charlotte’s not totally surrounded by enemies. Naomi’s out there. ehehe, nattie has 12000 cats. best quote from corey graves of the year.
Don’t call my riot squad jackals. They’re more like... hyena’s. Just probably without pseudo-dicks, but definitely with all of the viciousness.
Interesting that the Riot squad’s let Natti get hit, but got a couple of little licks in on Charlotte. Hmmm.
Yep, okay, things are about to get messy. Carmella’s gonna be the first to be murdered.
Thank you for the Eddie quote, Corey. Amen.
“Boo...”- Byron Saxton 2017
I can’t believe it took this long to- ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING- oh my god, thank you Ruby. No cashing in money in the bank tonight, thank you.
Things I kinda enjoy about wrestling- when a wrestler gets a wedgie and then they try to sneakily pull it out while acting like they’re super in pain.
Not how I thought that match was gonna end, but not bad.
...Nat, you were already a heel, you’d already had your back turned to the crowd, I don’t know how that’s supposed to work???
BREEZE I AM TRYING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH AND SAFETY HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WHEN I AM IN SHOCK AT THE SHORTS YOU’RE DARING TO WEAR INTO THIS RING??? Never, In ALL OF MY DAYS...!
RIP in Peace, Breezango.
Seriously, I thought for sure the Ascension was going to come out and fuck things up for them. Or fuck them up. ...On tuesday, then. They’ll either keep talking Breezango into trying and fight the Bludgen Bros, or they’re going to try and “defend their honor” by going up against them themselves.
How’s it gonna work with two refs, babe, honestly. WIth Shenanigans. It’s gonna work with shenanigans. Also who was Sami trying to seduce at the start of this match??? Also hello again like 2013 Randy Orton Hair.
Byron “I’m a very confused boy and that makes me grumpy” Saxton.
I’m sorry, I just can’t be intimidated by heel Sami, like he’s so cute when he he’s all smug and shit like he’d have to do something seriously villainess shit to get any actual heat from me. I’m talking like, spitting in the direction of someone’s baby level of assholery. And I just can’t see him doing it. So he’ll just continue to b my cute lil’ heel that could. “I think I can be bad, I think I can be bad, I think I can be bad!”
Dramatic Ref DB is great. I love him. I love when rasslers go in and take the Referee role, like they’re always so expressive with their gesticulations, like their such drama queens I love it.
Great camerawork, thanks, I love it when I don’t actually get to see the triangle locked in and jst get to hear about it. After all, it’s not like I watch wrestling to actually see the moves or anything.
Honestly, if Shinsuke gets pinned tonight I’m gonna be annoyed. I know he’s going to lose, because obviously, but like, it’s not going to hurt Randy any to eat a pin. Wont kill his momentum. But I feel like it could do some serious damage to Shinsuke.
Goodnight, sweet table, I knew ye well.
Ok, that was a hot powerslam by Randy, ngl.
Whoopsidaisey, here we go. I thought it’d be Shane pushed into Daniel, but this works too.
Gasp!!! Shane!!!! You brought that fast count upon yourself.
Yep! Yep! Yep!
FUCK MY LIFE I forgot about the AJ Jinder match I turned off the app after the last match oops, ahaha, came to the realization just in time and turned it back on right as the match started ahahaaaaa says a lot about how I feel about this ppv that I totally forgot about the actual main event....
Welp, this is the best heeling that I’ve seen Jinder do so far, so respect for that.
Just noticed that the announce Desk got put back together. That bothers me. If it’s broken guys, leave it be. Let it be a reminder of what happened earlier in the night, even if it was only one match earlier.
Way better ring psychology going on in this on than I thought there would be. Ribs and legs, it’s good stuff. Everyone came out looking better for it. It’s nice. Not a bad ending. -seriously hope AJ’s ribs are okay though some of those bumps looked really fucking nasty-
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Wisdom 2.0 2017: Day 2: My Notes
Disclaimer: As with all of my published notes from workshops or conferences, these are in no way comprehensive. Nor are they a literal summation of what was said. They are simply my notes, my interpreted, perspective-ed reflections, photos, and jottings, that occasionally combine my own records & thoughts with those of the speakers. There might be some typos.
Palace of Fine Arts | Innovation Hangar. February 2017. San Francisco, CA
Mindfulness At Work | Parneet Pal (Wisdom Labs) | Scott Shute (LinkedIn) | David Gelles (NY Times):
Changing business from the inside out.
Why do people come in for mindfulness at work? What’s the driver?
Stress relief.
Ancient brains in a modern world.
Tech. as distraction.
Looking for meaning & purpose, connecting with team-mates in a way that’s authentic.
But work in itself is stressful.
What do you do when the disease is the medicine at the same time (great question!).
How do you have ambition and mindfulness in the same container?
How do you make each second perfect, and then let it go?
What are big companies looking for vs. individual employees?
How do we relate to stress differently?
Burnout at the individual level, AND as a systemic issue.
Decision makers need to have a visceral experience of mindfulness.
Cracking the code on culture change.
Top down leadership w/ bottom up models (!).
“Do employees feel pressure to be nice to one another?
Belonging & Inclusion (John Powell) (BUZZ WORDS).
“Getting out of your own way.”
How important is real buy-in from the top?
LinkedIn’s Mindful Moments.
To what extent are we preaching to the choir?
Needing to see the data / evidence.
“This is good. Let’s look at next steps.”
A chance to talk with colleagues about really powerful things.
Skills & shifts in world views.
Leading with the science as much as possible (Wisdom Labs).
Loving / Meaning / Compassion / Empathy.
A progressive learning curriculum.
The science of behavior change.
Linked in has 10,000 employees, and 2000 are involved in mindfulness.
An engineer in the heart of the company, trying to build product.
Changing the individual FIRST, and then the company / culture / community.
Catch 22 with regards to data.
Two pieces of advice:
1) Ask yourself, how can I be kind today?
2) Stop & breathe.
“An edge walker.”
The Relationship Bottom Line: Prioritizing Personal Growth and Connectedness at Work – Lesson from Sounds True | Tami Simon (Q&A on the Village Stage)
Questions For The Leadership Team.
How was conflict dealt with in your family?
Goodnight Yoga :)
What do you really want Sounds True to accomplish?
The aspects of the business that I’m really excited about….
Broadcasting = my first love.
It’s __________, and it’s a profitable model too.
How do we encourage our clients / leaders to try something that they might consider woo-hoo?
Essentially, how do you wake other people up? Answer: through modeling and inspiration.
Can you get a leader of a company to do a deathbed meditation? I don’t know.
Instead, we can be such a human light, that people become curious & want a little bit of what you got.
Executive coaching is expensive.
How do we make more of this knowledge accessible?
Whenever you’re training leaders, you want it to penetrate the entire organization / work culture.
An ethos that’s at the fiber of our being.
The workplace can become a crucible for transformation and human growth.
Are you getting advice from the right people?
Hey 👋🏽, pssssst! Ms. Simon, I think you're awesome sauce! 😀 🎧
Power, Ambition, Enlightenment, and Rotting Rat Carcasses | Chade-Meng Tan (SIYLI)
Creating a good world.
Defined as:
1) People in power are very good.
2) Very good people are willing to hold power.
Premise: Goodness is trainable.
All we have to do is deconstruct the __________ (can’t read my notes) to goodness.
There is a difference:
Taking apart to understand.
Taking apart to dismantle.
Greed, hatred, vengeance.
Samantha (calm abiding).
Inner joy arises spontaneously.
It is independent of sensual & ego pleasures.
“Jhana” (absorption, mastery of Samantha)
Danger & addiction & habituation.
Joy comes from inner peace.
Campassion Fatigue – Mathieu Ricard would say there’s no such thing – there’s empathy fatigue (YES! I think this is what I’m experiencing).
Vipassana (Insight).
Selflessness.
For people who are highly developed.
Grand work: Make compassion & mindfulness mainstream.
Going deeper with –
LOVE, POWER, WISDOM.
Soryu Forall (Monastic Academy)
Nirvana / Nerdvana.
How to train your million Jedis.
Every Body Yoga: Strength, Balance, and Inner Calm For The Rest Of Us | Jessamyn Stanley
The experiences that help us become confident in our bodies…
Confidence doesn’t come cheap.
In so many ways, the things that are supposed to weaken us, strengthen us (AMEN!)
When we criticize other people, it’s so often that we’re looking inside our self, and sad with, or not happy with what we see.
The best teachers in my life: Being truly and authentically yourself, and being OK with that.
It’s important to be skeptical of things that have been packaged for us. (YES!)
Body Positivity.
Deciding: “I’m going to be OK with myself, how I am today.”
If this is the last day, I want it to be lived in a genuine and authentic fashion.
We live in a body negative society (YES!)
The Yoga Industrial Complex.
Sucking out the soul of Yoga.
We live in a society that has taught us that self-care requires purchasing things.
Talking from a position of immense privilege.
You cannon build community if you’re not taking care of yourself.
Pain, Healing & Finding Your Truth: A Conversation with Glennon Doyle Melton | Glennon Doyle Melton | Michelle Gale
“I was actually told not to talk about this..” (LOL!)
Click - Bait ;)
Our lives can easily be hijacked, and turned into two-dimensional stories.
As artists, how do we stay with the commitment of showing all our humanity to each other?
The only way you can undo something, is figure out how it was done in the first place (debate-able, from my perspective).
“When you can’t be good, you get really good at being bad.”
I had missed the growing up period.
“If you can do a scarf, you’re just crushing life, in so many ways.” (LOL!)
Becoming the object of your life, instead of the subject.
Girls: “Voting your body off the island.”
Boys: “Voting your emotions off the island.”
Sometimes things just feel like the wrong kind of hard.
It was in everyone’s best interest that my ______________ be redeemed.
I could do what I wanted to do without asking, and then after, without explaining. (NICE!)
I started living like a man.
Letting fear voices drown out that still small you.
Healing partners for each other.
A lot of things can be true at once.
“I want, for once, to trust what I want.”
“After I blew up my life, carefully, and with honor…”
“I never told any lies.”
Every truth that you hold back, even if is makes people uncomfortable, is unkindness. (YES!)
Holding people’s fear in our hands, without letting it into our heart.
TRUSTING WHAT YOU WANT.
The third way: Not flying from things, but not railing against them.
Rock Bottom – Is an amazing place to be! :)
Everything happens from the bathroom floor.
And our country is on the bathroom floor.
The Power of the Human Spirit: A Unique Live Performance by the Four-Time Grammy Nominated Singer-Songwriter, Jewel | Jewel (Never Broken)
Me no take any notes - so captivating!
What I did write down: Jewel on growing up -- “I never knew my mind had a sex.”
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So Sad: Former DELSU VC, Prof Arubayi loses Son, Eric Arubayi Jnr (See Tributes)
Son of Former Vice Chancellor of Delta State University, Nigerian Gospel artiste and 3rd runner up of West African Idol 1, Eric Arubayi, reportedly died Saturday, February 11th, at Delta State University Teaching Hospital after battling an illness.
Eric Arubayi had just celebrated his 3rd wedding anniversary last two months, Dec. 28th 2016. He was just in his mid-30s. May his soul rest in peace, amen. The picture of him below shows him with his wife, Chinonso Arubayi and son.
There is an unconfirmed report that Eric Arubayi died after taking an expired malaria drug.
Countless Tributes pour in for Gospel Musician Eric Arubayi: kingminjin Why God why so much talent gone.The world will miss you #mentor Nikkilaoye Where are you, @EricArubayi? My brother, my friend, I left you here safe and healthy before I traveled to the US in December.. Came back, Kept Checking on you, and was yet to see you face to face in 2017... But now I won't have that chance anymore cause you have flown away. Just like that... Ehnnn!!! So much running through my head , too many memories... We've been thru a lot together over the past 10 years and counting......... Co-Worship Leaders at House on the Rock Church, we've traveled many cities together, ministered together ... A true brother indeed, can't ever forget how you rushed to my side the morning my Dad passed away and you stayed the whole day with my family. Always looking for my trouble, blunt and never afraid to tell me that truth even when it hurts... What about our many choir wardrobe fights... Who would disturb me now?? Your unreleased videos nko, your album.. Too many plans in the oven..... Your wife, Your Son???? There's just too much, Too much running through my head. MY HEART IS SOOOO BROKEN , DIDN'T BELIEVE WHEN THE NEWS WAS BROKEN TO ME... KEPT LAUGHING ALL EVENING THAT IT WAS A JOKE.... A VERY UNFUNNY JOKE..... HOW MY HEART ACHES....NOW THE TEARS WON'T STOP... IS THIS FOR REAL?? THAT I WON'T SEE YOU AGAIN, HEAR YOUR LAUGHTER AND YOUR MISCHIEVOUS WAHALA. THIS GOTTA BE A DREAM, I WANNA WAKE UP..PLSSSSSSS!! WHERE IS MY ERIC OOOOOO???? sammieokposo Oh lord my God, Help us in this time Please help us lord ruggedybaba Wow! Eric! Wow! May your soul rest brother.... obioraobiwon Aaaaaarrgh a General struck down! Just look at this fine young man! But you know what, His soul is the finest cause He gave it to Lord long ago! Along with his talent! Devil ntooooooorrrrr you lost this one!!! He's in the best place ever in the universe! Rest in the Lord's Bosom Eric Arubayi! @ericarubayi. Sing for Him eternally till we join you over there! I celebrate your salvation and ministry! Adieu!!! #Prayers For your young family. The good Lord will heal and comfort them. By His mercy your wife will not lose her faith! In Jesus' Name. Amen! We miss your quality and excellence! Good night friend! Daniellaokeke I was really hoping dat i will wake up dis morning to a good news dat u re not dead. i even had a dream last night i saw ur bro deric and he told me it wasnt true dat you re ok. and i woke up with a sense of hope dat it was true u re not dead i cant begin to imagine wat ur young beautiful wife will be going thru nowor ur mum am so scared am so shocked dis life is nothing lord ve mecry on us rip #ericarubayi my god give ur family the heart to bear dis lost mirabellalah My God!!! it's times like this that we have to be grateful for God's mercy and grace in our lives. We are no better. RIP #ericarubayi! I hope you're in a better place. Let's remember to pause and with a heart full of gratitude, say "thank you Lord" Uche Nnaji Eric! Eric!! Eric !!! We have tried rejecting this news since yesterday, waiting & HOPING for you to just wake up from this deep SLEEP so you may continue with your LIFE’s journey , but waking up this MORNING to find out our close FRIENDS have waited all night for you to ARISE but you OBVIOUSLY prefer the OTHER side to this MADNESS we call Earth . Eric it’s just been 10yrs friendship,dating back the day Yourself ,Timi , Omawunmi and other walked into our little Maryland OUCHlet after the white West African Idols Toyota bus dropped you guys off at mine for STYLING. since then we have all chased our hustle , The distractions were much to do other Genres of MUSIC but you said you just wanted to WORSHIP God with your music. We progressed from Bachelorhood and became husband and then FATHERS. Eric you need to see the way Jayden looks at my daughter Ophelia whenever Nonso your beautiful and pleasant wife brings him over to our house. Eric it was only you who kept reminding and HARASSING me that I can’t let my musical gift just slide and which we always laughed over it, Eric I still remember late 2015 when you called me up on stage to do a song along with you…So we won’t share such moment again? ? we never had the opportunity to have that PHOTOSHOOT for OUCH…would I easily forgive myself for been too busy to make that happen? Journey well my brother and FRIEND. But wait…Would MALARIA have snatched Eric from us at such a young Age in a Delta-state Hospital if PUBLIC officials didn’t STEAL the monies, but had JUDICIOUSLY used such funds provided to make available BASIC and GOOD MEDICARE in that state for that purpose? #EnoughIsEnough #GiceUsGoodGovernance #medicare #hospitals #Water #light #roads # Kelvin Sapp Eric is among one of the guys who has kept asking me to relocate to lagos fully and most times I just tell him “Oga no worry I dey come cut the session with you soonest” Eric will tell me oh boy no joke with the malachi oh” We meet last in December,had a wonderful service at CGMI egiyere zonal HQT warri,cool guy that does not know how to form when he is with his hommies. We disturbed the service sha,himself @youngchiefyic nd I. It was so inspiring and fun that day with him and Eric has this unique pitch sha nd because we always meet at #lagoswedding where he would take a session of worship before opening prayers. I had to nickname him #theweddingworshipper. Rest in God’s bossom . Ayodotun Rotimi-Akinfenwa This is how I remember you, playful, mischievous but kind, ministry-minded Heart so heavy… all I can think of are his wife and little boy… Rest well Eric, in His bosom! Peggy Ovire I can’t believe it, I choose Not to accept, You were Such a pleasant fellow from Abraka Days , A strong believer of Christ & Am So heart broken this Morning….. May you Rest In Peace Brotherly #Gone2soon#Eric#Rip Tim Godfrey Your smile was like a bright light!!!! Rest #Eric God knows best!!! Don't want miss to the latest, hottest gist? Download Naij.com news app on your android phone Gaise Baba Last time we saw was at Pita’s As I Am concert. Such a beautiful soul, you didn’t need to be really close to see it. Good night brother, see you on the other side of eternity. Praying God comes through mightily as a rock for your wife and son. #EricArubayi Friends, May we make the most of our time on this earth. Goodnight brother. We met few times, very few times, but always so kind. That smile. The warmth. My memory of you IS an inspiration, Eric. Heaven just increased in beauty! #EricArubayi Lepacious Bose I am posting this video with trembling hands: I literally went to bed on top of the world and the bitter news of your death, knocked me flat, and put the world right on top of me. I had to scroll through the pages of mutual friends to believe it…… Who are we to ask why? You lived right and did right, proclaimed Christ and carried his name like a banner for all to see….. Today Lord my heart is so very heavy… Help me to hold on to my faith and the truth that you are a good God….. The voices I hear in my head says otherwise, my tears say different but my spirit knows your word. Help me to believe and trust you right now cos my faith is so weak and fragile and my flesh is weak. Renew my strength Lord, restore my joy, renew my mind and remind me once again of your goodness and love Eric…. Oh dear Eric….. Heaven received an angel…. But everywhere suddenly seen darker as the world lost a bright shining star…….. It is well…. I have to keep saying this today…. It is indeed well. Praiz This was the first day we met… the idols audition … i didn’t mKe it but u did … even after making it big u took me along.. You gave me hope that i cud succeed… treated me like a brother .. seeing u on tv sing and smile gave my heart a lift and hope … I remember when u wud call me to tell me u were coming to abuja and invite me.. U made me feel like i was a star..introduced me to everyone… And when i was leaving back to Kaduna ,u will give me alot of money and clothes.. i never thought i wud have.. I remember when u forced @omawonder to make me sing cos i didnt make it to the idols show… You taught me how to sing in falsetto… i never thought it was possible cos of my voice texture… u pushed me and taught me how. …..ERIC Yolanda Okereke M.A.N.O.F.G.O.D. If only my tears could bring you back There is no #YolandaOkereke without You There is no #theRANIcompany without You I can’t describe my Journey without You I can’t write my Story without You #EROMAK Was like my walk in closet You gave me full access You never said NO to me A stranger I was A brother you were Thank You Thank You Eric for all You did for Me One of the few Great People in the world …I didn’t celebrate you enough I didn’t celebrate you enough in my Life… R.E.S.T. Click to Post
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