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ffakc · 4 years ago

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Isn’t She Lovely? - a Jeffrey Dean Morgan fanfiction

Let me preface this by saying I have ZERO desire to have kids IRL, but the thought of Jeff being a loving, doting birth partner makes me feel warm and fuzzy. He’s also such an amazing Daddy, I just had to... fluff galore! @negans-attagirl @happysgal @iluvneganandjamie

It was my final shift as a manager at the adorable Rhinebeck coffee shop that was my home for the past year. My regulars and coworkers teased me, asking why I still had a job despite being married to one of the top grossing actors on The Walking Dead, but working kept my mind busy during the times my Jeffrey was away. I was also three days overdue with our daughter. My midwife told me to rest, but it’s hard to rest when people call in sick!

“Baby!” I step out from behind the counter and greet my husband with a kiss. He places his large hand on my stomach.

“Look how cute my gal is with her apron and her big ol’ belly,” Jeff gushes.

“Why do you have to say it like that?” I laugh. Jeff scoffs and kisses me.

“Shut up, you’re gorgeous,” he smiles. “You about ready to go, doll?”

“If I don’t see you tomorrow, congratulations! You’re going to be a great mom!” my regular Josh tips his cup.

“Bye Josh!” I turn back to Jeffrey, “Yeah, I’m ready whenever you are. I just need to clock out for the last time.”

“We’ll miss you, Boss Lady!” my lead barista Kayla hugs me.

“I’ll miss you too!” I reply, “Bye, everyone!” I call back to the kitchen. Various voices yell back kind words. Kayla wipes a tear away.

“Aww, don’t cry!” I say, tears welling up, “You know I’ll come visit! I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“It’s been wonderful getting to know you, Kayla,” Jeff hugs her as well.

I take my husband by the hand and we make our way to his truck.

“Do you think tonight will be the night?” Jeff remarks.

“I sure hope so. I’m so achy and I feel like my stomach is going to split open,” I laugh.

“Poor thing,” Jeff pouts his lip and rubs my belly. “What do you want for dinner, sweet girl?”

“I’ve been craving sushi all damn day. Cooked, of course,” I reply. I make a quick call to Osaka, our favorite local Japanese place. I hang up the phone and sigh lovingly, “You’re going to be such a good Daddy.”

“And you’ll be the best Mama. I love you so much,” my husband plants a quick kiss on my lips.

***

I wipe the tears away as the music swells. We were watching Phantom of the Opera, one of my favorites. I let out and annoyed groan and Jeff cackles.

“Why are you crying now?!” my husband laughs, “It’s not even sad!” I shove a piece of sushi in my mouth.

“I don’t know!” I giggle, “Stupid pregnancy hormones.” Jeff places his hand on top of the bulge on my side.

“It’s like I’m holding her hand,” Jeff kisses around my navel, “I love my girls.” His kisses make their way up my chest, his hand makes its way through my hair and he sucks my neck.

“We love you too, Daddy,” I moan. Jeff climbs on top of me and I kiss him deeply, gripping onto the neck of his hoodie.

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this, might induce labor,” my husband smirks and rests his forehead against mine.

“I’ve heard that’s a myth. I want you so bad, Jeffrey,” I lick my lips and run my fingers through his gray hair. Jeff rasps my name, unbuttoning his jeans. I feel a surge of energy in my lower half as Jeff buries his face in my chest. My eyes widen as clear liquid begins pooling between my thighs. I realize immediately what’s happening.

“Jeff...”

“Yeah, sweetheart?”

“JEFFREY!” I exclaim and gesture downwards.

“Wha- OH! Oh my god! Baby... baby! We’re having a baby!” he stammers, climbing off of me and adjusts my shirt. “What do I do?!” I attempt to calm him, even though I’m quite panicked myself.

“Go get the bag and start the truck!” I breathe heavily. Jeff puts on his glasses and grabs my large black backpack, slinging it over his shoulder.

“I’m so excited! It’s real! It’s happening!” Jeff laughs. He helps me off the couch and we hustle to the truck. Jeff calls my mom as he lays a towel on the passenger seat.

“Hey Ma!”

“Hey Jeff, how are you? Any baby updates?”

“Well... You’re going to be a grandma probably within the next 24 hours!”

“Oh my god!” my mom sounded just like her mother when she said that. I squeeze Jeff’s hand as he speeds down the road.

“Let me see here,” Jeff pulls up flights on the touch screen on the dashboard.

“Eyes on the road, Daddy, please!” I exclaim, “Hi, Mom! Sorry!” I hear both my parents laugh at me, causing me to laugh too. I sounded like a nervous wreck.

“Hi! Are you feeling okay? Any contractions yet?”

“Not yet, from what I looked up... woah! I felt a little cramping there.”

“I see a five hour flight that leaves in three hours. Do you think y’all can manage that?” Jeff says, “I will pay, don’t you worry.”

“Anything for my first grandbaby,” my mom says. “I can’t guarantee we’ll be there for the birth, but we will be there! See you guys soon, okay?”

“Bye!” Jeff and I say in unison.

***

Four in the morning. I hadn’t slept a wink. Labor so far felt like the worst period cramps I’ve ever had. I was only two centimeters, a hell of a long way from ten.

“Jeffrey,” I whimper, my voice cracking, “It hurts.”

“I know, baby, I know. What can I do to help?” Jeff gets close to my face and kisses my forehead, rubbing my hand.

“Something cold would be wonderful. Ice chips, a popsicle. Anything.”

“How about a coffee?” a familiar voice comes from the door.

“You made it,” I smile weakly at my mom.

“No baby, huh? We DID make it!” my dad smiles and pumps his arm in a “YES!” hand gesture. He hugs his son in law and hands him a large Starbucks cup. He hugs me, kissing my forehead.

“Good, Mr. C. Real good,” my husband smiles, sipping the hot coffee.

“Don’t worry, I asked and she said it was fine,” I sit up in bed and hug my mom. She hands me a large iced beverage, “It’s a decaf americano with some Splenda, just something to sip on. I know you like a little bit of coffee with your cream, but you can’t have that right now.”

“Thank you so much,” I take a long drink. “That’s so good... God damn it!” I grit my teeth.

“Another one?” Jeff sits next to me on the bed. “I think they’re close to five minutes apart,” he says to my parents. I rest my head on his chest and groan loudly, “That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out. Scream if you have to. Break my fucking hand if you have to. You’re doing amazing so far.”

“This is the longest thirty sec- ah! Jeffrey!” I grip onto his thigh for dear life. He shushes me softly and rests his chin on my forehead, “I hate my mom and dad seeing me like this.” My mom reassures me that it’s nothing to be embarrassed about and her and my dad go to the waiting room. I try my best to remember the breathing techniques our midwife taught me, but failing miserably. This was going to be a long day.

***

Eight o’ clock. The rays of sun came flooding through the curtain. I close my eyes for a moment as another contraction squeezes me tight.

“Don’t say you’re tired. Come on, Jeff. She’s having your kid and you’re worried about being ti-“ Jeff mumbles to himself.

“You know you’re allowed to be tired too,” I laugh and look at him through slitted eyelids. Jeff smiles and kisses my cheek, rubbing my hand lovingly.

“Hello!” our midwife Lynn pokes her head in.

“Please tell me I’m ready to push,” I let out a deep breath.

“Well, let’s see, shall we?” Lynn checks me out. “Don’t hit me,” she chuckles. “You’re only at four centimeters.”

“Oh, Jesus. Just give me the damn drugs.” I glance over at my husband who is drifting off.

“I have to let you know that it will make your contractions stronger and more intense, and I know you’ve expressed being in a great deal of pain already.” Jeff opens his eyes.

“Fuck it, I’ll just sit on the ball for a bit. Daddy?” I turn to Jeff. He grabs the exercise ball.

“I’ll be back soon. Hopefully things will be progressing nicely!”

***

Six in the evening. There’s no possible way I had been in labor for twenty-four hours.

“You’re getting so close, doll,” Jeff whispers and pets my hair. “You’re so strong, Mama, you’re so damn strong. You’re a beautiful, incredible, powerful woman,” Lynn does a brief examination.

“That’s the kind of coaching we like to hear, Jeff! Good vibes only!” Lynn says, “Look at that. You are at a ten, my dear!” I fan my face and a single tear trickles down Jeff’s bearded cheek. I kiss him deeply. I place my feet in the stirrups. “Jeff, are you still okay with catching her? I know you said you wanted to, but sometimes dads back out at the last minute,” Lynn teases.

“Absolutely,” Jeff chuckles.

“All right, sweetheart. On your next contraction, I want you to push hard, okay?” she was so gentle with her words. I nod and exhale. Jeff grips my hand.

“You’ve got this, babe,” my husband kisses me.

The next forty-five minutes fly by and seem to go in slow motion all at the same time. I felt like I had run a thousand marathons.

“I can see her head!” Jeff says excitedly. “You’re almost there, darlin’, you’re so close!” I can’t find the words, the pain is getting to be unbearable.

“I’m going to pass out,” I moan.

“Come on, doll, you’ve got this. You’re doing incredible,” my husband glances between my thighs. “Oh my, she has your wavy hair,” tears stain his cheeks.

“I’m going to guess three more biiiig pushes and you’ll have a baby!” Lynn says.

“You’re so incredible, you’re a fucking warrior, you know that? These are the last few moments we have as just a couple, that’s so wild. After today, we are three. You’re never looked more beautiful, you are glowing. Kiss me, my gorgeous wife,” I feebly press my lips to his.

“Yeah...” I pant, “Oh my fucking god!” I cry out as my face reddens as I push with everything I have in me.

“That’s it! Jeff, quickly, the shoulders are coming!” My husband plants a kiss on my cheek and sits on a stool next to Lynn.

“One... two... three! Push! Come on, girlfriend! Every ounce of energy you have! Good job!” Lynn psyches me up. She mumbles instructions to Jeffrey.

Jeff begins to sob uncontrollably, “She’s so beautiful, you have no idea.” He gasps in awe. Suddenly, a rush of euphoria overtakes my whole body and a loud cry echoes through the room. I rest my head against the pillow and begin crying my eyes out. She’s here! Jeff holds our tiny daughter in his large hands.

“Just place her right there,” Lynn beams with pride. “You did it! Happy birthday, little girl!” She grabs some blankets as our little angel wails. I wrap my arms around her and Jeff bends down next to me.

“You’re so amazing, Mama. She’s so perfect. I love her, I love you. You are such a badass, I’m so proud of you,” Jeff whispers.

“I love you too, Jeffrey. Daddy, she’s all ours,” I kissed him over and over again, “I love you so, so, so much.” I had never felt more connected to my husband than this exact moment. After cleaning her off and doing all the routine checks, I finally get to hold our girl.

“Hi there, little bean,” I kiss the top of her head, my voice shot from crying and screaming, “I’m your Mommy,” I hold her tiny hand, “You look just like your Daddy. And you smell so good!”

“I’ve heard of new car smell, but new baby smell?” Jeff giggles.

“Do we have a name?” Lynn asks.

“Evelyn,” Jeff sniffs and kisses the crown of her head, “Evelyn Alice Morgan.”

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purplesurveys · 3 years ago

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survey by lasertine

10 How's

How did you get one of your scars? I keep recounting the story of my eyebrow scar, so I’ll share something else...I have several scars on both my knees since I was the neighborhood’s clumsiest kid and ALWAYS tripped/stumbled when I played outside. I used to be extremely insecure of my legs, but started to stop caring as I gradually noticed that no one really gives a shit about scars from childhood accidents.

How did you celebrate your last birthday? I went to work, being the workaholic I am. I only celebrated in the evening, when I bought a week’s worth of food for my family and I to feast on. I was honestly fine with it; it was exactly how I wanted my birthday to go as I’ve stopped wanting to make a big deal out of it haha.

How are you feeling at this moment? Weirdly relaxed for a Sunday. The gloomy and cozy weather is probably helping with that.

How did your night go last night? As a fangirl, good! Got lots of new content which is always fun. As a person (lol), it was just fine. I like being able to recharge on weekends and I can never really complain even if I don’t end up doing anything productive.

How did you do in high school? I was a bit all over the place. I exerted some level of effort in my favorite classes but didn’t really do the same for subjects I didn’t care for as much, like home ec, chemistry, math, etc; but on average I managed to get good grades all throughout. Overall, I kinda acknowledged very early on that high school grades weren’t going to matter in the real world so I didn’t make it a point to overexert myself and just focused on having fun and making fond memories in those teen years.

How did you get the shirt you're wearing? I got it from Artwork, a local brand that sells various apparel sporting designs produced by local artists. The branch I got it from has since shut down but I believe the brand is still alive and well.

How often do you see your best friend? I used to see Angela once in a blue moon mainly because our schedules always clashed back when we were still students, but ever since forming our little Army friend group with Reena I’ve been seeing her nearly every week.

How much money did you spend last month? LOL June was actually my worst and most shameful performance when it came to spending...let’s move on...

How old do you want to be when you get married? Kinda happen it would happen by the time I’m in between the ages of 28 and 30, kind of losing hope on it.

How old will you be at your next birthday? 24.

NINE What’s

What is the most important part of your life? I’ve said this several times but it’s really work. I’m aware of my weaknesses at my job and I want nothing more than to improve on those just because my perfectionist ass can’t bear being bad at something I’m supposed to be contributing to lol.

What did you do last weekend? Last Saturday I watched BTS’ concert in Sao Paulo and had my first session at my Korean class. Last Sunday I mostly chilled at home but I also went to Starbucks to work for a bit but to also just relax before the week started.

What did you last cry over? Watching Angela and Reena’s graduation ceremony this afternoon. It’s hilarious because I didn’t even cry during and was mostly indifferent towards my own grad, but I surprised myself by breaking into tears while watching theirs. I’m guessing the emotions simply welled up from me being very grateful for our friendship, which formed when I needed it the most.

What are you worried about? I always get Monday anxiety on Sundays, so let’s go with that.

What is your mother’s name? Abby.

What always makes you feel better when you’re upset? BTS, for one.

What would you rather be doing? It’s not a matter of what I would rather be doing, but where I would rather be. And right now, I wish I was back on a Friday evening with the weekend just about to start.

What’s the most important thing you look for in a significant other? Patience.

What did you have for breakfast? My mom cooked up a feast for today’s breakfast for no reason - we had fried rice, tocino, I think bangus(?) and if not bangus then it was some other kind of fish, corned beef, cheese omelette, glazed ham, bacon strips, and the leftover chicken wings from last night’s dinner.

EIGHT Have You’s

Have you ever done something outrageously dumb? I probably do something of the sort at least once a day.

Have you ever had sex on the beach? No. I think I might feel uncomfortable doing so, even if you told me it would be a private beach lol.

Have you ever been backstabbed by a friend? Yes.

Have you ever been out of the country? Yup, but it’s been a while. :( I haven’t traveled abroad since 2016.

Have you ever dated someone younger than you? It barely counts; she was only like a month and half younger.

Have you ever liked someone who already had somebody? That hasn’t happened.

Have you ever been brokenhearted? Of course.

Have you ever read an entire book in one day? Many times.

SEVEN Who’s:

Who is the last person you saw? My dad. He was watching the evening news in his room when I heard the report playing Permission to Dance so I rushed in there to see what the news was going to be about, hahahaha.

Who is the last person that you texted? ...also my dad. I was just asking him where he was since I had been craving chapaguri the other day and was gonna request if he can quickly pass by the Korean mart near our village. He never replied so I just cooked the instant noodles that we have at home, which in hindsight was I guess for the better because at least I got to save the money I would’ve paid him with.

Who called you last? The Lalamove driver I mentioned on the previous survey.

Who is the last person you hung out with? Angela, Reena, and Hans.

Who did you hug last? Angela, right before I left from her place last Tuesday.

Who is the last person that texted you? Not sure.

Who was the las person you said "I love you" to? Yumi, when I congratulated her on her graduation post.

SIX Where’s:

Where does your best friend live? The city next to mine.

Where is your favorite place to be? Either a coffee shop or our rooftop.

Where did you sleep last night? My bed.

Where did you last hang out? Mega with the three aforementioned friends.

Where do/did you go to school? UP.

Where did you last adventure to? ...Mega. So repetitive hahaha but I don’t really go out much these days for obvious reasons.

FIVE Do’s/Does:

Do you ever wish you were someone else? Not someone else in particular but I will sometimes daydream about having a different reality/situation, like being able to play an instrument or being more capable of affording more things.

Do you think anyone despises you? Possibly.

Do you like someone right now? Nopes.

Does the future scare you? It doesn’t scare me so much as it’s increasingly starting to make me feel lonelier whenever I start thinking about it.

Do you have any secret powers? Erm, no.

FOUR Why’s:

Why are you best friends with your best friend(s)? They’ve both been there through the thick and the thin and the ugly with me and have never once left my side.

Why did your parents give you the name you have? As for both my names, they just liked the sound of them.

Why did you get a myspace? Because I noticed it was popular and I wanted to see what the fuss was about.

Why are you doing this survey? Countdown surveys are always a fun format.

THREE If’s:

If you could have one super power what would it be? Time travel.

If you could go back in time and change one thing, would you? If it comes down to it, as irresistible as it seems, probably not.

If you could live anywhere, where would it be? Somewhere with winter/snow.

Two Would-you-ever’s:

Would you ever shave your head to save someone you love? I’m struggling to think how that can action save someone, but I guess if it ever does boil down to it then yeah, in a heartbeat. It grows back and if the situation was that drastic, hair would be the least of my concerns.

Would you ever get back together with any of your exes if they asked you? Depends.

Last one:

Are you happy with how your life has turned out? Very.

#survey #surveys

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lethesomething · 6 years ago

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Tips for traveling far and alone

Because it's been a while since i did one of these lifehack things.

I spend a lot of time traveling for work, which means I've gathered a few XP points and I have a System and shit. So have some tips. They're pretty geared towards how I like to travel, but a few of these could prob work for many people.

Surviving a flight

When people say they love to travel, they mean that they like being places. Very few people like the actual 'getting there' part. It's stressful, there's waiting lines, you're forced to sit still for long periods of time and usually you have to get up at stupid hours. Being treated like cattle just isn't very fun, and it's not good for your health, either. So:

Rest. Airplanes are just… brimming with germs. The reason that this affects you more than, say, the multitude of germs on the subway you take every day, is because farther trips, especially of the 'party' or 'work' variety are utterly exhausting, and that affects your immune system. So while it is tempting to stuff as much as possible in that trip, know that you're 100% gonna get sick two days later. Try not to push yourself too much, and know that you're already being pushed in ways you're probably not used to.

For the same reason: take care of yourself. Stay hydrated. Keep nourishment upon your person. Try to eat a filling, healthy meal with like vitamins and shit before you leave.

Hand sanitizer is a Gift. See above: brimming with germs. So wash your hands before eating or touching your face. In my experience, however, the sinks in those tiny bathrooms on plane or trains are about as gross as the rest of the stall. This is where hand sanitizer comes in.

Staying fed on a budget

Here's the thing about staying hydrated and healthily fed: airport food, ferry food and train station food is usually super expensive. The prices in the Starbucks at my local airport are at least 50 percent higher than the one in the centre of town, and that is Tourist Central. And this is fine. It makes sense from a business perspective. It's not like you can go anywhere. And if you're going on that one big holiday of your dreams (or if you're just, ya know, rich), go ahead and splurge on fancy sushi. But I've been in the Eurostar waiting room four times in the span of two weeks, and you kinda don't want to splurge every time, ya know.

Bring snacks. You are absolutely allowed to bring food through a security check. Airport security doesn't allow a specific amount of liquid but it says nothing about sandwiches, homemade cookies or fruit.

Bring filling food. While you're at it: don't just bring food, but make sure it'll last. My mom, when I was little and went on school trips, would always make me egg sandwiches, which is a thing I still occasionally do. Mostly, you don't want to bring white bread with nutella, because you'll get a sugar spike, right in the middle of 'expensive food town' or worse, somewhere above the Atlantic. So egg sandwiches work, rice balls work, heck, I've brought banana bread or pancakes with rye flower and a lot of nuts in them. Whatever works.

The caveat here is obviously country quarantines. You can't bring cultures and live plants and bugs and stuff. If you're like going to Australia or New Zealand, bring only pre-packaged snacks, or make sure you finish them on the plane.

Do the water bottle trick. You know those bins before security where you're supposed to deposit all your empty bottles? Those are bullshit. You're not allowed to bring *liquids*. An empty bottle is fine (of course this depends heavily on the airport and the mood of security agents that day, don't argue with them, just… don't). In my experience, I've been perfectly able to bring an empty water bottle with me through security, just to fill it at a water fountain later on. I'll admit that this is a Very Cheap trick, but I like having water with me at all times, ok?

Packing for experts

I don't like overloading myself. Few things bother me more than those stupid trolley things that get in the way of everything and that you're basically stuck with, so I try to make two/three day trips on just a backpack and like a tote. This is a challenge, considering I treck around with a heavy laptop and like a Nintendo Switch and two smartphones. And all the cables needed to keep those things running. Here are some tricks:

Don't bother with shampoo. Heavily dependent on the hotel you're staying, but business hotels will always have soap and shampoo for you. The good ones have conditioner as well. Is it shitty? Yes. Is it worth bringing your own bottle over that? Usually not.

Pack whatever the bare essentials are for you. By which I mean don’t just go by the checklist you got off the internet. No, not even this one. For me, the bare essentials are a toothbrush, toothpaste, make-up for being fancy, deodorant and way too much hand cream. Do try to stay somewhat comfortable, it's a trip, not a punishment.

Speaking of bare essentials: ear plugs will save, if not your life, then at least your sleep pattern. Most methods of transportation, and some hotels, are loud AF. You don't want to wear those headphones while trying to sleep.

Roll your clothes. I got this off of a very old Lifehacker article and that shit works ok? Put your outfit flat on the bed, one layer over the next. Fold in the sides and roll the whole thing into a tight cylinder. Once cylinder per outfit/day. Shove said cylinders into your bag for remarkably wrinkle-free outfits at the end of the line.

Jeans are overrated (don’t @ me) Unless you're only wearing one pair of pants, why would you bring jeans? They're chunky and thick and heavy. Made for weathering hard labour, not for sitting in a plane seat for eight hours. Same goes for chunky knit sweaters. Pretty, comfy and warm, but they take up So Much Space.

You know what's great? Leggings. I say this as a rotund lady, whose travel uniform is leggings, sneakers and a tunic. That shit takes up almost no space, it's comfortable and if you get the right fabrics, it doesn't wrinkle. Also: counts as business casual.

Layers are your friend. Weather is notoriously unpredictable and climate change is a thing. I was in the UK in friggin october and it was 25 degrees and sunny. You can't really prepare for that, so layer. Bring a lightweight jacket, bring a thin shawl.

Wear comfy shoes. I shouldn't have to say this because life is too short to wear shitty shoes, but if you're going to travel, for the love of all that is holy don't do it in painful shoes. You will Always Walk More than you expected. Even if they drop you off at the airport. Airports are huge. The Underground or Metro has surprisingly long hallways to traverse, just finding your hotel may take a walk. And also: what's the point of going to some city abroad if you're not going to walk that city? You're flying all the way over there to see the inside of a convention hall? Fuck that. Walk the city. Experience culture. Go friggin shopping.

Get a good bag. It's not very professional looking to travel for work with a backpacker bag, so I see a lot of those leather bags that double as a trolley. They're invariably hideous. Luckily there are better options. People who know me have heard me wax poetic about my backpack, which is pretty much a Tardis. You can fit ridiculous amounts of stuff in there considering that it counts as a laptop bag for cabin baggage. Extra tip: if you're going the overstuffed route, make sure the zippers are of the chunky type. I have broken zippers on several bags already, the thin ones really can't take too much strain.

Safety and stuff

Staying safe and comfortable when traveling alond doesn't have to be too hard.

If you're the careful type you probably already do this but: use the chain on your hotel room door. Most hotels let you use a chain or bolt, as well as some kind of simple hand lock, on top of your keycard. This is important, because hotels are still a public place and those keycards are meant to be used by more than one person. I have a tendency to hang out in my hotel room in my underwear, (it is one of the joys of traveling alone, don't judge me), and I've had cleaning staff just show up in my room in the middle of the day. That is their job. I've also had people try to come into my room thinking it's their room, while I was in the tub. Shit happens. So if you're in your room, keep it locked. That little chain or bolt keeps pretty much everyone out.

Be aware. One of the issues of traveling alone, is that you don't have a buddy to have your back. This means you have to keep your own security. Now I'm not a very scared person; I will walk an unknown city by myself, even at night, but i'm also not stupid. Stick to main roads, don't flaunt expensive gadgets, don't get drunk. You know the drill. Basically be aware of your surroundings.

Do attempt to blend in. It will make you less of a target, though I do realize that some ethnicities will stand out in certain places, regardless of what they do. In general, most large cities are a mix of races and languages, and even then you can pick out an Obvious Tourist because their whole deal is their Otherness. The clothes they wear, the way they act and talk, it screams that they view this whole area as a zoo. People don't really like that. So adjust, a little, if you can, to the vibe of the place you're in. It could be about walking speed, level of politeness, Commuter Resting Bitch Face. It is definitely also about standing on the right side of the escalator, and not blocking traffic. Little things. Get ye a coffee and a window seat and just watch people for a while to pick up on it. Pretend like you're in a romantic coming of age film while doing it.

The interbots abroad

There are essentially only three things I cannot live without when traveling: passport, credit card, internets. The first two are obvious (the credit card is for buying underwear in case everything else gets lost). The internets are for things like maps, companionship, and freaking out over private message when things somehow go wrong. It’s a great comfort.

Roaming sucks: the best thing the EU did in the past few years is get rid of roaming charges. So if you have a european phone subscription, any mobile data used in most EU countries will just go off your regular tab. But usually, roaming in other countries is Ridiculously Expensive, so you would have to buy a burner phone or local card (which is getting harder), or you're stuck with wifi.

Funny thing about hotels: the fancier they are, the more they charge for wifi, on average. Your basic motel will have free wifi, the friggin Hilton will charge your per hour and have next to no plugs. It's getting a little better, because honestly, who charges for wifi, but if you're in this situation, consider the alternatives.

Get coffee. Starbucks is pretty much everywhere and it's a good place to get your internets on. Yes, the coffee is expensive, but still cheaper than hotel wifi, and as a bonus you get coffee. Furthermore, it has popularized the idea that coffee shops need free wifi, so you'll find plenty of local cafés that offer it as well. In the US you could also try like McDonalds or other places that offer it (tip: this usually does not work in Europe; McD's wifi in Europe is generally Awful).

VPN's, at least the free ones, are fairly useless. Most of them will not get through, for instance China's censorship wall, and several are also just a thin front for collecting your data. Honestly, if you're going to a country with strict internet rules and you won't be staying long, it's probably easier to just stay under the radar.

Speaking of radar: clear your devices of any incriminating things before hopping borders. Especially if you're going to the weird places. The US border police might confiscate your laptop and charge you for stolen mp3's, for instance. Some countries' border police may attempt to have you log into social accounts. Put on, at the very least, two-factor authentication to stop anyone swiping your credentials. Better yet, back up your devices and put them back on factory settings before crossing particularly challenging borders.

#this goes from super light to fairly dark #huh.#travel tips #lethey rants

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kaileah-kat · 6 years ago

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I’M ALIVE

Listen, school is t r a s h. It takes my free time and my motivation to do anything, hence why this took so long.So, without any further ado, please enjoy part two of the supermarket!au drabble.

Here’s part one

Word Count: 2,574

Pairings: None

Characters: Virgil, Emile, Logan, Belial (Deceit), and my character. His name is Kyle :,)

Warnings: UNSYMPATHETIC DECEIT! HE REALLY SUCKS! Narcotic mention, general stupidity, swearing... I think that’s it?

Tagging of the peeps: @bunny222 @unknownsandersfan @confinesofpersonalknowledge @spectacled-renegade @roman-is-a-gay@fearfilledvirgil @tisithelittleelephant @altruistic-skittles @kittyinthemoon @virgilcrofters @arnyanimaltrash156 @wildheart49 @an-ace-up-my-sleeves @cyberpunkjinx @phlying-squirrel @jay-son-toddler @romanthroughthestars @samathekittycat @rockypond101 @purplepatton @luckybanana948 @metaphoricalpluto2 @lukatheignoramus @that-one-invisible-chick

Virgil was going to kick Kyle's ass.

He loved his best friend, don’t get him wrong, but sometimes Kyle was just too much for him to handle. It was just like watching a small child, making sure they don’t kill themselves as they run around in circles in the living room.

This just happened to be the one time Virgil wasn’t watching him carefully.

So as Virgil entered the store, rather sneakily to avoid anyone with remotely any authority, he made his way back to the dairy cooler where he found Kyle starting to eat a mango yogurt.

“You know that’s illegal, right?” Virgil questioned as the door to the cooler shut.

“Not if it’s a day before it expires,” Kyle stated in a matter of fact tone as he continued to eat the yogurt. Virgil just stood there in disbelief as he watched his friend.

“... You disgust me, but I need to talk to you.”

“Spill the tea!” Kyle said enthusiastically as he threw his, now empty, yogurt container into the trash can. Virgil could also hear a faint “yeet”.

Virgil hugged his body and let out a deep sigh. He wished he had worn his hoodie, not only for warmth (because damn, it was cold in there), but because he felt like he needed some form of safety and security around him.

“Why’d you put sleeping medication in Belial’s coffee?” Virgil's voice wavered between annoyed and confused. He noticed Kyle's' eyes go wide for a split second before they went back to their normal size. Kyle plastered on a wide smile before he answered.

“Technically, Kane did the heavy lifting-”

“Kyle that’s not the fucking point,” Virgil interrupted with a groan, “it was clearly your idea and I want to know what in the actual hell would possess you to do something so stupid!”

Kyle sighed as he brought his hand up to start rubbing the back of his neck, searching for any explanation he could possibly give his friend.

“Well, I figured if he was asleep for three and a half hours he couldn’t bother you,” Kyle began, dropping his hand back down to his side, “I know you don’t like him, and he enjoys being a dick. I also knew you’d already hate taking my register shift. So, I wanted to get rid of one thing you hate about being up there.” Once he was finished he gave a small smile.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Virgil thought to himself. Why did Kyle have to have a heart of gold but the brain capacity of a goldfish?

“Kyle I appreciate the thought of that, but you could’ve got in serious trouble!” Virgil started to raise his voice. “You could’ve got suspended, or fired! Don’t you realize that?! Probably not, because sometimes you just don’t use your brain!”

Kyle’s small smile tightened into a flat line. He didn’t want this to happen, honestly. He just wanted to make Virgil's night a little more bearable. He seemed to do the exact opposite.

“Honestly, it doesn’t even matter because you’re off of the hook anyway,” Virgil finished, lowering his voice to now practically a whisper. He sighed deeply as Kyle’s face shifted from disappointed to terribly confused.

“What do you mean?” Kyle began, “How am I ‘off the hook’?”

Virgil opened his mouth, but the sounds that followed didn’t come from him. They, instead, came from the intercom that almost wasn’t able to be heard in the cooler.

“Virgil to the HR office, please. Virgil to the HR office.” Belial asked, ever so nicely.

He was screwed.

With a sigh, he uttered a “That’s how.” to Kyle before exiting the cooler and immediately feeling goosebumps appear throughout the surface of his arm.

•••

Virgil made his way to the front of the store as slowly as he could possibly manage, only putting off the inevitable. Silently cursing his past self for letting Patton and Kyle convince him to apply at Rainbow Mart. “If I didn’t listen, I wouldn’t be in this situation right now.”

However, that didn’t really matter right now. What did matter was that he needed to take the fault for his friend. Kyle was the only person persistent enough to ever want to be his friend, so he figured taking the blame would not be that bad.

He then went through every possible scenario in his head.

“Well, I could get fired, for starters. With that comes not only ruining my own reputation but also Patton’s. Mom and Dad would also be disappointed, I’d prefer that didn’t happen. Maybe they’ll just suspend me, I could deal with that. Sure, that means I don’t get paid for a period of time, but at least I’ll keep my job. They could kick me out of grocery and put me back on front-end for the rest of time. In that case, I’m probably better off quitting. But-”

Virgil's train of thought was brought off course when he saw the door with a familiar stitch magnet on it, already hearing some bickering on the other side. He took a grounding breath-in for four, hold seven, out for eight-before knocking on the door.

The door opened and he was greeted with an ever-smiley Emile. His hair was a brighter pink than the last time Virgil saw him, therefore it must’ve been re-dyed.

“Virgil!” Emile greeted, stepping out of the office and shutting the door. For that brief moment, Virgil could clearly hear every word that was being said and before the door was shut Logan could be heard saying “You son of a-” before being cut off. Emile stood there for a second, his mouth in a flat line before he said, “I think it might be wise if we give them a second.”

“That works for me,” Virgil gave a half-hearted chuckle, wishing he had the safety of his hoodie. It was warm and safe and right now he just felt too exposed. Like Emile could see the secret he was keeping.

He won’t be able to tell. It’ll be fine

“Good! Good, because I know you didn’t do it.” Emile stated, crossing his arms knowingly. Virgil's eyes went wide and he swore his heart did some sort of jump thing.

Fuck, he’s on to me.

“Pffft. I mean- you don’t,” Virgil scratched the back of his neck as he remembered how to formulate words that are comprehensible in the English language, “you don’t know that for sure.”

If he wasn’t on to me before, he certainly is now.

Emile raised his eyebrows in disbelief, “So you’re saying you ruined your perfectly clean track record and put a narcotic in Belial's coffee?”

No.

“Yep.”

Perfect.

Emile brought his head forward and sighed as he uncrossed his arms to open the door behind them, with the two men inside still bickering like siblings. Silence followed when Emile’s presence was noticed.

“Alright kids, how about we get this thing rolling?” Emile opened the door nice and wide and walked in, leaving Virgil to trail behind him. Once they were in, Emile shut the door and Virgil positioned himself so that he was standing in front of the door as Emile grabbed a couple of papers from his desk. Belial and Logan were sitting at the circular table in the center of the office, on opposite sides of one another.

“I still don’t see why we’re going through with this,” Belial began as he rolled his eyes, “he’s guilty! Let’s just fire him and move on.”

Logan pushed his glasses up and pinched the bridge of his nose as he sighed, “I’m going to ignore everything you just said, especially since none of it was backed up by actual facts and that there is clearly a stick up your-”

“Boys!” Emile hastily interrupted and the room was silenced once again.

Emile continued as he walked to the table and sat down, “I know we all don’t exactly get along but maybe we can all work out our differences and no one has to get fired.”

With that, Virgil released a breath that he didn’t know he was holding. He won’t be fired, meaning life was good. He’d probably just be suspended. At this point, he’d take anything that didn’t involve him losing his first job. He made his way over to the table and sat down, slouching a little, wanting to become as small as humanly possible.

“Now,” Emile began as he folded his hands on top of his papers, “have we thought about going to Remy?”

“Though that would solve all of our issues, considering he has the key to the asset protection office, Remy is currently MIA. I’m sure he’s asleep in the conference room again.” Logan said as he adjusted his position in his chair.

Emile looked at Logan blankly, blinking a couple of times to show his confusion.

“And you’re just going to leave him there?”

“He’s not any use if he’s half awake while trying to operate the store cameras, Emile.”

Emile rolled his eyes, for his brother was somewhat correct (like usual). Emile turned to his left to look at Belial, who currently had his arms crossed, and asked, “Are you okay with leaving Remy out of this?”

“I would really prefer if we just got straight to the part where we discuss what do with the grape sitting next to me,” Belial grimaced, “I don’t think we need a Starbucks addict to do so.”

The other three men in the room felt the tension quickly increase with Belial’s statement, and Virgil could be seen trying to attempt to shrink into the seat more than he already had.

“Alright then,” Emile started with a sigh, “If this is what we want then Virgil will just have to, truthfully, admit to what happened.”

Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized the others were now looking at him, clearly waiting for some sort of response. He sat up straight and put his hands in his lap, beginning to fidget with the hem of his polo. He looked up at Emile, who had this sympathetic look that said: “I know for a fact you didn’t do it, so don’t take the fall.” He looked over at Logan whose face said the same thing, but more serious than sympathetic. He didn’t bother looking over at Belial because he already knew he had a grin on his face that said: “I won.”

Virgil opened and closed his mouth, torn between telling the truth or lying to spare his best friend. It felt like his vocal cords where stuck, not wanting to produce any noise. (The fact that Belial was in the room also wasn’t helping the situation.) His lips pressed into a flat line and he decided to speak… just not in a way that the others would understand.

“I’m not guilty, but I’m fine with Belial thinking I am.” Virgil quickly signed as the others just blinked in confusion. He hoped they would just forget about it and move on, but no. Belial, just took the opportunity while he had it.

“Well, he just admitted he did it! Case Dismissed!” Belial stood up and headed for the door before being interrupted by Logan.

“You don’t even know what he said!” Logan raised his voice in annoyance, “Any time Virgil ever signs something you sigh because you don’t know what’s going on.”

“I have to agree,” Emile started as Virgil frowned, seeing his attempt for freedom slowly fall to pieces, “this isn’t fair since we all have no clue what Virgil just said.”

Virgil slouched back into his chair as Belial turned back around the face the group. He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well then,” Belial began, “what now?”

“Simple,” Logan got up from his chair and went to open the door. Once opened, he shoved Belial out of the office, “you grab Kyle Hurst from the dairy department. He knows ASL and can translate.” Before Belial even had the chance to debate, the door was shut and Logan started to make his way back to his chair.

Virgil shut his eyes and quietly sighed at the mention of his friend's name.

Fuck.

~~~~

Belial soon returned with a smiley Kyle, shutting the door behind them. He sat back down in his seat and Kyle just stayed close to the door.

“What’s up?” Kyle asked innocently in order to break the silence of the room.

“Kyle,” Logan began, pushing up his glasses, “you speak sign language, correct?”

Kyle smirked and brought his hands up, signing a “yes” while also saying the word verbally.

“My older brother is deaf.” Kyle explained, moving closer to the table.

Emile smiled at Kyle. “Awesome!” He began enthusiastically, “Because we really could use some help translating.”

Emile quickly looked over at Virgil before turning back to Kyle. Virgil also decided to look up. He made eye contact with Kyle and he gave Virgil a small smile. Virgil smiled back, before signing a “Let me have it. Don’t be stupid.” while the others weren’t paying attention. Kyle nodded and decided to pull up one of the other chairs that were at the edge of the room and sit next to Virgil.

“Alright Virgil,” Emile said, “want to repeat what you said earlier?”

Instead of repeating exactly what he said, he signs, “I put the narcotic in Belial’s coffee.”

Kyle nodded and the others looked towards him in anticipation.

“Well?” Belial said, impatiently.

“He didn’t do it.” Kyle straightened his posture and Virgils eyes were wide and full of disbelief.

This motherfu-

“I knew Virgil didn’t,” Logan interrupted Virgil’s thoughts, “but who did?”

“Kyle I swear to God you better take that back or I’m going to break your legs.” Virgil signed rapidly to Kyle as the latter just smirked.

Don’t do it. Don’t do it Don’t do it. Don’t-

Kyle turned to the others at the table, with a smile still on his face. The others sat waiting, some more impatient than others.

“I put the pill in Belial’s coffee.”

God damnit.

~~~

Virgil was going to kick Kyle’s ass.

Sure, he wasn’t in trouble anymore. But did Kyle really have to be a good person and take the blame for something he did? Virgil didn’t think so.

So here he was, briskly walking through the hallway as he pushed pass the mass of people to get to Kyle’s locker. Once there, he shut said locker, grabbing Kyle’s attention.

“Is this where you ‘break my legs’?” Kyle smirked playfully as he leaned against his, now closed, locker. Virgil smacked him in the arm and Kyle let out a tiny “ow”.

“I could have taken it!” Virgil screeched, “I told you to let me have it!”

“Yeah, but that’s not fair to you.” Kyle sighed and re-adjusted the bag that was on his shoulder. “You were right when you said that I don’t use my head. Next time I will definitely think before I do anything remotely stupid.”

Virgil gave a small chuckle, “I’m sure you will. Does this also mean less time in detention?”

Kyle gave an inward hiss and he shook his head, wrapping his arm around the smaller ones shoulder and started walking in the direction to their English class.

“I can’t make any promises,” Kyle said, receiving a sarcastic groan from Virgil, “I can think about it though.”

“Well, that’s all I’m really asking for.”

#thomas sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #emile sanders #remy sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides au #supermarket!au

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stanbangttan · 6 years ago

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School Trip | Jin Oneshot 2/2 [21+] M

Jin x Reader (Andrea) [all members included]

PARTS | 1 | 2 {MASTERLIST}

* (there won’t be more than 2 parts)

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

Warning: strong language, smut, sex, dom/sub relationship, a lot of sexual connotation

Genre: Smut, angst, flirty, comedy, character (I don’t like Y/N, so I put a name but I don’t repeatedly use it and I write in first pov so you’ll never notice)

Summary: Summer came, your school trip to Greece with your classmates came to. In the plane, your seat is next to a boy, named Jin who you got to know better on this long flight. You two keep meeting and doing stuff together, that you thought would never do in your life. Like getting lost on purpose and run in the wrong direction, hand in hand with a boy you didn’t even know yesterday. But will you fall for him? What secrets do you keep and will it ruin the trip?

A/N: Hi guys. This ff is for my friend Andrea. Therefore the name of the reader is Andrea. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE! Love you! 💜

I am showing a snippet where we left of, to read that go to [part one]

Now our faces are directly in front of each other. Bodies practically intertwined. His legs between mine. One hand still holding mine while another one was holding him steady above me. I’m still not daring to move. He’s too close. My eyes went from this forehead to his eyes, glaring at me. I'm blushing. The heat coming to my cheeks, I feel it. Maybe I can feel it as much as the sexual tension. Sparks flying like we lit the sprinklers at Christmas. His lips parting. He came even closer now. Eyes pinned on me. Is this really happening?

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO DOING?"

Yoongi opened the door with Bianca's key and a charger in his hand. Jin quickly stood up, signaling with his eyes to Yoongi to cut it. To stop asking and making me more uncomfortable than I already am. He handed the phone charger to Jin. It was almost like he backed out but Yoongi wouldn't be Yoongi if he didn't use this chance that opened for him. "Miss Andrea, I came here to give you the key and to collect the key for Bianca but I didn't think I will witness this!" If I didn't know him better I would say he hated me. Oh he wasn't finished, he continued, - "But couldn't you two wait for a little, for that food you just ate to settle before you jump at each other."

Jin cut him - " That’s enou-" but not before I came to my senses and spoke "For your opinion, not that I care for it either wise. We-" , I said like there was even 'we' between Jin and me. - "We actually managed to keep our tongues and private parts in the places they belong at the dinner table unlike some people. We are in a private room. We can do anything we like in here." - I turned to Jin. -"Jin, cardkey." - He quickly fished for it In his pocket.

I took Bianca cardkey and gave Jin's cardkey to Yoongi - "And now If you excuse me, we have something planned, and you are in Our way. " - and pushed Yoongi and his confused face out of the room. After locking the door, I sprinted to the bathroom, and lock it behind myself. WHAT. THE . FUCK. JUST. HAPPENED.

After half an hour in the bathroom and no sign of life Jin knocked. "Andrea, you alive?" I can't face him. How to go on from this point. "I know you overthink it now. Everyone will think we hookup, right?" "Jin jezz, I didn't even think about that. Fuck." I desperately say behind closed doors.

"Then is it about the almost-kiss?"

"Kind of."

"Why? So we wanted to kiss each other.. Is that so bad?"

"I guess not."

"Get out please. Imma pee myself here. That coca-cola worked its way down."

"EW." I ran out the bathroom.

After few minutes he was out the bathroom and I faced him. "Did you wash your hands?"

He looked at me with the bored face. It was a silent language. Of course I did. He stood in front of me. "Get up."

I did. "Let's just get over the awkwardness, please. I wanna sleep soundly tonight and you want that too. I don't want this trip ruined with bags under my wonderful eyes. So, Ms Bold, let's just kiss and get over with it." "What?" "I said let's just kiss-"

"I know what you said. I'm just processing.." - I looked at nothingness.

He cupped my cheeks, made me look at him. I just realized two things. (1) This is happening. (2)He IS bold. In fact, he is so bold that he made a step towards me and closed his eyes. So I closed mine too, instantly. Like that's the most natural thing ever. His hand moved to the nape of my neck, which sent chills all over my body. He pulled me closer. Our breathing matched, I could feel the exhale of his on my lips as they lightly brushed. Noses flushed onto each other's. My lips parted. Why did they part? Do I want this? Does he want this? What if he's doing this from pity he feels for me? I don't want his pity. Am I the kind of girl he needs to pity just so she'll be kissed? The suspense is killing me. The suspense he makes kills me. The suspense he makes ON PURPOSE makes me crack. So I push my lips on his. I kiss him. I kiss him first. I am not here for pity. That's what he wanted. Consent. I place my palm on his cheek. I turn my head a little to the left. I graze my teeth to his lower lip. Pull on It lightly. Then he kisses me. He deepens the kiss. His tongue enters me gently. It intertwines with mine so gracefully. They dance the waltz until we're out the breath and the kiss ends. And now I have to open my eyes and face him. Yet I look down after it so he doesn't see how much I actually liked it.

"See. That wasn't that bad. Right?"

"Yea.. Um.. Ca-can I shower first, i-is that okay?"

"Mmm yea, I will facetime my mom just so you know. Knock on the door when you're done. So I can hang up. I don't want her to see you in the room.."

I just murmur a sad mmm-hm and go for the bathroom knob.

He continues - "Because she'll think we're hooking up, not because I got a girlfriend or anything."

And I enter the bathroom without a word. I don't wanna think about anything. I just wanna shower and feel the heat of the water on my skin. I just want to shower in peace, lay In peace and sleep in peace. I just want to be alone, but that kiss is not getting out of my head and I am not alone in this room tonight.

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The lights are finally off. Each of us in beds. Me, in the smaller one even though I called dibs on the one that Jin is sleeping in now. It's just that I couldn't face him and tell him that's my bed after we kissed. So I just went to Bianca's bed instead. It smelled like Bianca. I am literally cursing you right now Bianca. I can't sleep. I am in a room with a guy I don't know. And yet I ran away with his hand in mine, kissed him and talked to Yoongi like I plan to have sex with him. And here I am, cursing you for leaving me. That slut knows I would never say anything about Jimin to Yoongi. That's why she abandoned me. Traitor. Not like I can even say anything. If I do I will just make it worse and everyone will end up getting hurt.The heavy rain started pouring. The drops one by one hit the windows. You could hear the thunder far away, coming closer. And if you really concentrated, you could see the small streaks of lightning becoming bigger with each thud. I am not sleeping tonight. This trip is cursed too.

"Are you sleeping?" - he asked. He is awake. Did he hear me ranting in my head? Did I rant out loud? Nah..

"Nope" - I turned to him, to face him, even though it was pure darkness. "Is it insomnia?" "No.…" - I said drifting off to my thoughts. The kiss.

"Change of the beds?" - as he asked that the lightning strikes lit Jin's face as well as mine. I hate storms. Thunder the most. I must have made a face because the next thing he asked is "You okay?"

"Um.. I'mm-m scared..." -it was the lowest tone ever.

He didn't say a word. I heard the rattling of the bed sheets. My hearing is so sharp since I can't really see. The lightning struck again. I saw Jin patting the empty side holding the covers opened, just for a millisecond, loud and clear. What am I gonna do? Say no? I took my pillow that smelled like Bianca. Got under the covers. It was dark yet I felt like that bed is the safest place in the world. The storm was coming to us. The thunderstorm started and yet his embrace was the safe heaven I managed to get into. Still, he is a mystery to me. He put a left arm beneath my pillow, right tangled into my hear, plants a kiss on my forehead - "Is this okay?" "M-hmm." - is all I murmur before I dose off to the dream land.

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I was woken up with a kiss. A kiss. Still tangled, his body and mine. I didn't want to open my eyes. This is a dream. Let's just enjoy it. I kissed back. Three or thirty kisses after, I feel his fingertips graze the skin on my arm going up and down, up and down until they reached my neck, my ear and then my hair, playing with it. "Morning sunshine."

I wasn't dreaming. We were in fact kissing. He was playing with my hair in my half asleep state. And I can just imagine what a mess I am right now. I didn't think about it. That he will see my bedhead in the morning. My puffy face and can feel and taste morning breath. Andrea, what did you do? You didn’t even brush your teeth but you managed to stick the tongue to a guys mouth in like what, at like eight in the morning. What a show to be seen. Like he can read my mind he stops it rambling with another kiss. "You awake finally?"

"How long did you avoid moving me?" - I said half yawning

"About an hour or so?" - he said laughingly

"What? Why?" - I protest.

"I didn't mind. "

"When's breakfast again?" "From nine to twelve. Why?"

"I crave caffeine."

"Want me to grab some from the downstairs for you?"

"I don't wanna trouble you." - I said heading to the toilet.

After a quick shower and washing my teeth I enter the empty room. He really went to get it.

After some minutes, I hear the knocking. I opened the door to Jin with two cups of Starbucks.

"I thought you're going to get it from the lobby? Starbucks?"

"They open at nine, I told you that too." "Why did you do that Jinnie?" - I whined and he scrunched his nose to the nickname.

"I told you to not call me that." He came close to me, planting a quick kiss on my lips. - "I wanted to do this yesterday too. Just so you know."

I blushed but he continued to rant - "By the way it was not a trouble. I wanted coffee too. So it was just convenient. It's not like I went because of you. Also, you clean up nicely. "

"Thank you for grabbing me coffee too, then. And fuck you. You could try cleaning up nicely too." - I bite back at him. "I would, but I was grabbing that coffee you’re just sipping." - he snickers as he entered the bathroom himself.

."You said you didn't go for me, but for yourself" I shouted.

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It was 9.23am as we left the room for breakfast.

It surprises me how quickly it went from Jin and me to WE. We kissed. We slept in the same bed. We joked. We stood in the elevator. We held hands. We entered the hotel restaurant. We sat across from Bianca and Yoongi. We.

"So, what's that?" - Bianca asked circling with her pointing fingers onto our hands.

"What?" Jin asked. "Oh, my pants. Puma x BTS." -he laughed like it was a smart pun. Yoongi didn't share his opinion.

Bianca just brushed it off.

Then Jin kissed me. Bianca just said "EW"

I just cut her with a look. She clapped back with the same look.

Jungkook and Tammy came down to the restaurant last, and we kinda ordered. To kill time Jungkook proposed to play a game. "What kind of game?" - Tammy said. "Truth and Dare." - Yoongi said smugly.

"YES." - Bianca supported him.

"Can I start?" - Yoongi asked.

"Yea, why not." - Kook agreed.

"Jin" - Jin turned to him - "Truth or Dare?" "Truth."

"When's the last time you had sex?" - everyone at the table was silent and the tension rose.

“A month and a half ago." He said, squeezing my hand below the table. Like he was saying, now is when you need to be strong bc shit is about to go down.

"Pfft.. lies." - Yoongi scruffs.

"I'm not lying Yoongi." Jin was serious and that says a lot.

"I saw you going at each other in the pile of your clothes, you couldn't wait to get to the bed, animals. Don't lie."

"You saw the aftermath of us bumping heads you crackhead." - Jin laughed in Yoongi's face and that rose the anger in him even more. "Picking up the clothes you left, ON THE FLOOR. I guess you do everything so quickly."

"But you kissed just now." - Bianca exclaimed.

"I mean we kind of slept together" - Jin said. I hit him as hard as I can. "OUCH"

I cut in - "so?" - I kiss Jin again. Jungkook's and Tammy's eyes open wide. - "Doesn't mean we slept together."

"A-HA! I knew it." - Bianca and Yoongi sprouted in unison.

"We slept in the same bed. Don't let your imagination wander." - I disappointed them. Not that I cared.

"You're no fun, Andrea." - Bianca whined.

"Too bad." I muttered.

"Okay, my turn." Jin shouted. - " Tammy, truth or dare?"

"I piiiick… dare."

"Hmm.. Read the whole menu page in a seductive voice."

While Tammy read the wine page as she's having phone sex with the wine cellar owner, Kook's face got red as a tomato.

Bianca was so shocked - "Kook did you just get hard from her reading 'year 1948, sweet and sour red grapes' in a raspy voice? Didn't she blow you this morning or what?" Kook stuttered saying "N-noo. I mean yes. I don't know. Shut up." The whole table turned to a laughing mess. Tammy finished and asked me "Truth or Dare?" "Truth." "Best orgasm you had? I want a name." I can't say it. Not his name. Not now. Not in front of Bianca. What should I say? This can't come up now, in another country when I can't escape.. All eyes, including Jin's were on me.

"I'm so sorry to disappoint you, I don't have a name for that. Unless you don't already know mine." I said in a laughing tone.

"YOU NEVER ORGASMED? I mean with another person??" - She asked in shock.

"I guess so." - I shrugged. It's not a big deal.

Yoongi teased - "Maybe Jin can change that. Or when I think it through, nah.. You better go to Jungkook for that."

Jin was ready to grab him by his throat, Jungkook was uncomfortable and Bianca kicked him below the table. I shrugged again, "Well, I'm perfectly clear with why you didn't propose yourself to try to make me cum. You can't. Thanks, Jungkook but I'll pass. As it goes for Jin, he can try." Yoongi sulked.

Bianca just told him "I told you so. She will not be indebted to you. She'll clap back. You never learn."

The tension rose gradually as we continued this sick game. We found out that Hoseok took Tammy's virginity in highschool. Jungkook was actually virgin until he was 20 while Jin had his first girlfriend as soon as kindergarten. Yoongi has a bite kink, and that's why Bianca can't wear off the shoulder shirts at home. Yoongi was dared to ask a waitress for her number. Which made Bianca mad. Because he succeeded to get it. And then Jungkook sent her a dick pick he had as his dare from Yoongi. Let's just say, everything wasn't okay in heaven. The tension went down at the same time our meals came. As we ate, we told jokes and Jungkook was in full on conversation with Tammy. Sorting it out and I smiled. We're a funny bunch.

Jungkook lifted his gaze up and cleared his throat, - "Guys, Tammy and I talkedd, so we are willing to sacrafice our room.. Are you up for drinking get-together at our room? We thought about grabbing vodka in the local store and snuck it upstairs.." I think we never agreed faster on something.

Jin slid his hand around my waist, where I'm ticklish the most, making me giggle as he whispered in my ear -

"I can try?"

I ignored him until we were alone in the room.

"You didn't answer. "I can try?" HAHAHA I can only succeed if you let me. Don't you see this?" - He pointed to himself in up and down motion. "Don't get cocky, it's not attractive on you or anyone else." "So you agree that I am attractive?" - he slid his arms to my lower back to get me close to him. "That's not what I said." "So you don't think that I am handsome?" - He was surprised or offended better said. How high is his ego?

"I do, but-" -as I said that, the thunder started again. Raindrops appeared on the window. "No buts. " - he kissed me. "No swimming today, too?" - I whined pointing at the window. "Netflix?" "You just want the chill, Jin, let's be honest." "Maybe, maybe not. You don’t know me." - He made that stupid face with his smile beaming. You just have to smile back.

"Exactly, I don't even know you." - I teased.

"So get to know me, fully." - His brow twitched in a teasing manner. "I don't knowww.." - Playing coy worked. "Get to know my taste." - the peck on my cheek, hands to my small back - "Get to know what I love." - a peck on my right cheek - "What makes me giggle. *peck on the nose* where I am the most ticklish *peck on the lips.* what turns me on *kisses down my sensitive skin on the neck* what you can do to make me cum" - now his hands were under my shirt, unclasping my bra. Kissing me as I am water and he is so thirsty that he's trying to savor it by drinking every drop of me.

He took off his shirt breaking the kiss just for a second, opening eyes to lock with mine which were filled with lust. There wasn't an ounce of laughter in his eyes. This was something he seriously wanted. He was lustful for me and that made this even hotter. As the shirt touched the floor, my back touched the bed.

We heard knock on the door and Tammy shouting "Can you make her orgasm later? Booze is here." I quickly smoothened my hair as Jin opened the door, shirtless. Is he proud of himself? I was beet red, without an ounce alcohol inside me. "We'll be there in five." - is all Jin said as he closed the door in front of Tammy's face, not letting her finish. I put the hand on the knob as Jin stops me. "What?" "Wait five minutes?" "Why? I am ready." - I noted. "He is not." - his gaze went down. "Oooh."

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Half of the first bottle is already gone as Jin and I enter their room. The room itself is actually tidy for what I can see. Jin sat on the floor taking the bottle out of Bianca's hands and chugs few gulps, handing it to me. I gladly take it. I took a good gulp of vodka because if this is how this night started, I'd rather be drunk.

"Slow down cowgirl." When I didn't listen she yelled."A! Y'all gonna see the Wild A tonight, she started drinking serious amounts already." - Bianca laughed. If she knew where this night is headed she wouldn't laugh. Neither would I.

After an hour or so, everyone was wasted, loud and laughing. The 'best' idea of mine was to play something. Fuck, marry kill.

"B, break the ice.." - I began.

"Fuck Jimin", She's saying this she didn't fuck his brains six months ago. "Marry Yoongi and kill Tae, that jackass made me pay a small fortune for dry-cleaning of his "Gucci" ", she made fun of his attitude, "just because I made a pen mark accidentally while listening to the lecture."

"Jin?" - B told him to play next.

"Fuck Andrea, marry - myself cause who wouldn't and kill Bianca, for not making Yoongi last longer. You're too good at making him cum fast, B." - Laughter spread like a disease.

"Okay, Jungkook, fuck marry kill between all of the people in our class." I continued.

"Fuck you, kind of want to see if could make you orgasm for the first time. Marry Tammy and kill that Jennie bitch."

Tammy was over the roof with the marriage thing that she didn't even notice his lust for making me cum. And totally forgot how he got rejected by Jennie.

"Maybe you could, but it wouldn't be for the first time. OKAAAY my turn." - I fucked up, again. I blame alcohol.

No one, except B wanted to know my picks. Instead, all of them replied to the first sentence I said.

"Did Jin already did it? I thought I stopped you in the middle of it though. Wahh he is talented." -Tammy commented, surprised, praising Jin. Which he knew he didn't do, but he kept quiet.

I continued the game without answering any of their questions or confirming any assumptions. I knew I had to get this from my chest. I can't lie anymore.

"I'd fuck Jimin, would've been good to go on that ride again." I say without any ramose. Cold hearted voice escaped my mouth.

"Marry Jin because who wouldn't, like he said. Jin is literally the husband material. He even brought me a coffee today in the morning. And kill Yoongi, because of obvious reasons." I snickered at him, taking another swig from the vodka bottle. I am hammered I'll admit, but this fire-y liquid felt good, almost as good as it felt taking the weight of the lie off of my shoulders.

I didn't want to lie to Bianca when she told me about Jimin. I wanted to tell her I had a crush on him so bad. Yet, I didn't want her to feel bad and sorry for sleeping with my crush. It was enough that she already regretted and felt bad for cheating on Yoongi. And then it happened. Last.Valentine's day, I was lonely, he was lonely. The only one that was not having a date, and stayed in the dorm was Jimin, which was unlikely for him. Later I realized that he wanted to take out Bianca. But she never paid attention to him. She never gave Jimin a chance, the chance I would gladly take. The chance I was waiting endlessly for. For her, Jimin was a mistake. Jimin was a drunk night she craved for attention and intimacy because Yoongi was back in his hometown. And she used him. What a poor love triangle. She is my best friend, but this is not something I would be proud to tell people about her. This was her one screw up. That can ruin trust Yoongi had for her, forever. Jimin was very much into her, maybe even in love with her. So behind his empty dateless Valentine's day, stood lack of balls to ask Bianca out. He knew he will be rejected. To be frank, it's better he didn't ask her out. He'd just make a fool out of himself. And I would hear about it and be more hurt. Clueless of this, I rejected every guy because I waited for Jimin to ask me out. He prayed Bianca will leave Yoongi so he will get a chance. It was pointless even waiting for it. It was pointless to even think I had a chance. But that night changed everything.

Everyone had other plans. Jimin and I played some sitcom that was already on the TV and snuck in a bottle of wine. Jimin was like a vacuum, wine disappeared really fast. I was trying to catch up to his drinking pace. And little do you know, we were all over each other. It’s impact alcohol had on me. I'm up for everything. And secrets do not exist anymore. So I told him how I wanted to fuck him for almost a year. One thing led to another. And he was drunk enough to make my wish come true. It came. Multiple times.

The next morning, I woke up alone in my room. He did walk of shame. And he pretended like nothing happened from that day onwards. I guess he was afraid I'd tell Bianca, like I am now, five months later. So I shut my mouth, swallow my pride and let go of my crush for him. In the end it was pointless, and it would never happen for us..

Tammy almost screamed - "You and Jimin fucked?"

"More like I fucked him but yea." - I say casually. Bianca’s jaw dropped. How didn't I tell her? That’s probably what’s going through her mind.

"I knew Jimin was a sub." - Yoongi protested

"How did you know that?" Bianca turned to him. Surprises don't stop here folks.

Yoongi blushed, "I don't know, I had a feeling."

"Mhmmmm", she murmurs.

"He's bi.", Tammy said. "I heard he was with Namjoon, medicine major."

"I know." Bianca confirmed.

"How do you know?" The tension rose as Yoongi questioned Bianca.

"He told me. "

"When?"

"One day in class. How do you know that he is bisexual?" She backfired.

"Who said I knew?" Defense is a poor choice, Min Yoongi.

"I didn't see you being really surprised." She pressured. Like she didn't sleep with Jimin at all in the first place.

"I didn't know that. That he is bi." I jumped in.

"How? You fucked him." Tammy noted. Everyone was tense.

"You know what, I don't want to play this game anymore." I whined.

"It's strange to think you were a dom." - Jungkook exclaimed.

"No, it's strange to imagine you actually dommed Jimin." Jin said. "I thought he was a dom."

"Rode him into the sunset, to be exact. Both ways." - I added, gulping the vodka away. "Well, I guess both of you were wrong."

"Who wants to play truth or dare?" Jungkook tried to lighten the mood.

"Not me." - I was again ignored.

"Yoongi, truth or dare?" - Bianca was furious. Did Yoongi know about the cheating? No way. What if he somehow found out and wanted to check on Jimin.

Yoongi knew better. He can’t pick dare or B will cut his balls off. "Truth. "

"How do you know that Jimin was bi?"

"We kissed." THAT. Was not what any of us expected. Except for Jin. He was beaming. Chugging the beer in his hand. Is he watching the same thing as I am, right now?

"WHAT?" B shouted. Not on purpose.

"What ‘what’?” He screamed back. “We kissed. Once. So what? He kissed me. Drunk. I didn't think that much of it."

"But you kissed back, bro. Like it was a full-on make-out session at Tae’s birthday party.." - Jin casually added. Like adding oil on a raging fire. Bianca looked at Jin then at Yoongi. Furious. She has no right to be mad though.

"Can't you shut up FOR. ONCE. IN. YOUR. LIFE?" - Yoongi is mad at the wrong person.

Jin just shook his head and murmured a sly “naah, this is more fun”

I can't believe these two managed to cheat each other with the same person. No shocker, that Jimin was waiting on Bianca to be single. He knew everything. Dang, he DID everything. The circle went on. Tammy kissed Jin. I wasn't fond of that. I didn't want to see that so I drank until they were finished on their ten second mark. Bianca and I had a dare to kiss each other. It's not like we didn't do this ever. Guys are so aroused while seeing two girls kiss, we had our wild days. Jungkook had to do a lap dance to Yoongi. And I be damned if that fucker didn't enjoy it a little too much. After few rounds and doing stuff I didn't really want to remember tomorrow, Yoongi was wasted and sleeping on the bed. Jungkook was deep throating his tongue inside Tammy's mouth in the bathroom and God knows what else. "You are so heavy while drunk, Yoongi, shit." Bianca tried to pick him up and carry Yoongi to their room. Even after hearing that he cheated.

"Move, I'm going to do it. He's light as a feather."

Bianca moved as Jin piggybacked Yoongi to their room. Bianca and I followed him. She slowed down so Jin wouldn't hear.

"Thank you for not telling to everyone that Jimin and I slept together." "You know i wouldn't ev-"

"Yes, I do. Still you could. You were drunk, and I know you drunk."

"Yeah.. No problem."

As we entered our room, still drunk, plopping our bodies on the bigger, Jin's, bed, he exclaimed, - "You are a good friend. Not a good liar though. Also you girls, can't keep your squeaky voices down for shit."

My eyes went wide. He heard that.

"Umm, you heard us?"

"Yea no shit." He laughed. "I guess it suits him well. He cheated on her. She cheated on him."

"Just it was the same person." I mumble.

"Not that I approve of cheating, but they deserve each other. They probably going at it right now, as we speak. They’re probably planning a threesome right now." He said with a full on grin plastered on his face.

"You think she'll tell him about Jimin?"

"I don't know, honestly. I don't know if he'll remember the outed himself in the morning." his drunk laughter filled the room. He continued, "That Jimin guy is really something."

"Oh yes, he is." - I said smilingly.

"What are you smiling for?"

"Nothing "- I was being coy.

"You know, I want you to tell me, babe."

"What?"

"What happened with you and him. In great detail. Maybe you can show me. It'll be hot."

"Jinnie, are you up to be a subbie for me?" The playfulness busted out of me.

"Only if you show me what you did that made you cum, babe. Everything for your pleasure."

I prompted myself on the knees, standing tall on the bed as I instructed him to lay on his back. I lied on top of him. Kissing him deeply. My hand wavering to his hops, below my stomach to his member, palming him slowly. Playing with his balls until I could fell him whimper under his breath. I told him he is allowed to touch me, and he can choose one item to undress off of me. Straddling his hips, my clothed pussy humped his hardon. His hands wandered from my ass to my hips and playing with my breasts. He put one hand on my neck, pulling me down to kiss me. I repulsed

"Aa-a. Not gonna happen, babe. If you want to kiss me, be a good boy. Now slide down from the pillows onto the mattress." As he obeyed, he took off my shirt, leaving me in my white lacy bra. My legs spread over his head, moving my panties to the side, allowing him to eat me out. Sliding down his pants, and playing with his cock made moans filled the room, mine and his.

"Condom?"

"Drawer, second."

"You prepared babe? When?"

He kept silent. I stopped jerking him. He murmured in response.

"I am waiting for my answer."

"Starbucks? Remember."

"Oh babe, sweet you wanted to fuck me since this morning?"

He nodded, tongue deep down in my core.

"Is your wish coming true? Am I your genie, Jinnie?"

He chuckled at the pun.

I took his member in my mouth. Working my head up and down. Sucking in, twisting my hand, in rapid motions, and playing with his balls, which made him stop eating me out and mutter "Fuck, fuck, where did you learn that, I'm already close.."

Instantly I stopped, nothing is gonna be worth it if I don't edge him.

He begged. "Please babe, please. Let me cum."

"Naah."

"You want me to get blue balls?"

"Just a little."

I moved from his face. And went for a kiss. Tasting myself on him is so hot.

"I didn't know I was this sweet, you must've had a treat. I can treat you every day, baby."

I took the condom pack from the drawer, him having a full on sight of my behind, smacking it once, and sliding two fingers in. It made me whimper and shake beneath him. As he pumped me with his hand, I took the condom from the package and slid it on his throbbing dick. "I am gonna let you choose one position, and try to make me cum. You get one try before I make us both cum. One rule is that you can't cum until I say so."

"You have such low expectations of me?"

"You don't know what gets me off," I paused. "yet."

He took me by my legs, positioned them on his broad shoulders. Taking his dick in his hand controlling the tip over my folds, making me anticipate and crave his dick. Having two doms in one bedroom is dangerous. I hate teasing and he is teasing me right now. Is tip is massaging my clit up and down, then circular motions, causing me to shiver into the bedsheets. He backed out a little more and placed it on my entrance. In one second he is balls deep, my wetness lubing his dick and embracing him fully. "So tight." He chooses the pace that was rough, hocked his hand behind my knees, my legs spread more for him as he went forward to kiss me. Kissing me, my ass lifted into the air. His cock dipping out and in out of me, I was a moaning mess beneath him. He managed to hit my sweet spot and brush past it a couple of times. "Fuck, yes. YES, there." His teeth grabbed the lace of my bra and pulled it down so he can suck on my tits. As he hit the spot few times I started to tighten around his length. I can feel him pulsating inside me. "Stop." I halt.

"Babe, please let me."

"Jinnie.." I said in a low steady tone. "Soon."

His cock was, hard as wood, pink from all the edging and denial. I could see him pulsating and resisting so he wouldn't cum. So I made it easier for him. I take off my bra and told him to lean his back to the headboard. He half sat on the bed, waiting for me. I positioned myself above him, wetted my pussy by licking my fingers seductively as he watched me. Lust load his eyes, and he trusted upward, filling me up to the brim. Sitting down on his cock, I took his hand and put two fingers in my mouth. Sucking them as I would his cock. "This is", lick, "the punishment", suck, then a pop "for not obeying me." I started moving up and down, on him, as my tits bounced. His hands on my hips giving me support and making me more and more closer to my high. I started grinding, full of his cock inside me, stimulating both my g-spot and nerves on my clit. His head between my boobs, sucking them alternatively, his hand wrapped around small of my waist, making it harder to move and tight into his embrace. "Oh god, yes." I held myself onto his shoulders. As it became more intense, I wasn't moving alone right now. I didn't mind, this was working for both of us. Him trusting in me made me more stimulated, our moaning became louder, our moves became more unclear, sloppy and I held the frame of the headboard to give me more stability. Front and back, messier and messier, harder and harder. Clenching onto him, tighter and tighter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck babe, I am close."

I am close I was out of breath. "Cum for me." I can feel the tremble I had in my legs telling me I will come undone any second now. At the same time, I feel the throbbing of his cock inside me. The knot in my stomach unraveled and I reached my high, flickering. Moaning chaos. I continued moving my hips overstimulated. As he heard the approval, he tipped his head back on the pillow as he filled the condom. "Ugh.." He trusted a few more times, filling me more than before if that was even possible. We stay like that hugged, a few more minutes. I hear him mumble six words "Fuck, that Jimin guy is lucky." Breaths shallow, voice low. Coming from our highs. I moved from him and turned on my side. Chest heaving up and down, he continued "And stupid, if he didn't beg to be with you after this." He stood to throw the condom in the trash.

"Does that means that you'll beg me to stay with me?"

"That means, " he came to my side of the bed, picking me up bridal style, " I am taking you to the shower for seconds."

In the morning I wake up to a text from Tammy. "You two could have been a little quieter."

I hope you like this, like, re-blog and comment below what you think about this. And I am sorry in advance for any mistakes. Kisses til the next time.

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Morning after ‘The Outsiders’

In which Reagan never interrupted that precious scene of Cath and Levi after they finished ‘The Outsiders’ before Levi had to screw everything up in the next chapter. This may be horrible, and I suck at Levi’s personality, because I’m not a bubbly person, and also some parts (like Wren talking in her sleep) I made up because not that much info is given to us, but enjoy!

Also this is starting from a scene in ‘Fangirl’, and all characters are of course from the lovely Rainbow Rowell!

Cath had been in quite a few precarious positions waking up into during her short duration of life she had been allowed so far. You don’t get normal mornings living with a twin sister who tends to be so outgoing, she transfers that energy into her sleep.

By talking in her sleep.

Or having a father, one who you so love but desperately wish would go to sleep rather than stay up during the night and question if one could put a fireman’s pole through you and your twins room in order for a quicker way to the bathroom.

All in the name of efficiency.

This was how it had been for too many years to count, since Cath’s mother walked out on them when they were merely eight, because she quote, ‘Needed to figure things out’ and didn’t know how to be a mother. Cath thought that was a load of rubbish. What mother has twins, surrounds them with love, (not as much as their father) and then just decides that she’s had enough when their in third grade, when they needed a motherly figure then more than ever to lean on.

Cath was still angry at her sister Wren for speaking to their mother again, but that isn’t why she woke up.

If you asked Cath, she would probably recall the last things before she went to bed that night in her shared dorm with Reagan would go along the lines of something like this;

Brushing her teeth earlier that night, so not to disturb herself while writing.

Eating a Blueberry bliss energy bar because she was hungry gosh darn it.

Getting a decent amount of Baz and Simon fanfic written since they were getting to the good part (all the parts were good to Cath, but some were just a notch or two higher than others).

Falling asleep writing said Baz and Simon fanfic because everyone knows a laptop keyboard is as comfortable as a pillow (well maybe a wooden one, or one with all those weird feathers in it that people slept on during the 1900s.)

This routine to Cath was becoming as normal as waking up to Wren talking about her latest boyfriend that she getting ready to dump (Alex, or Alfred?) in her sleep. Not that anyone could take her sister’s place. Reagan was barely in the room to count as a roommate, and when she was asleep she was practically a rock, making no noise until she woke up, and then the dam broke (not a literal dam, though with how hard she opened their door, Cath wouldn’t be surprised to hear about one breaking down from the shockwaves).

So the fact that she not only heard someone in their room, but that said person was currently encompassing her in their arm, she was a little more than surprised, and also to be completely honest, freaked out.

It’s okay, calm down, just...recite the facts of last night, then if they lead to something disastrous I have permission to freak out.

Cath thought this was a good plan, since she usually freaked out in her head, and no one seemed to notice, well, except Wren, but she wasn’t here at the moment, and they weren’t on speaking terms since she didn’t come back for Thanksgiving, but instead staying the day with Wren’s backstabbing mom. Their mom in reality, but Cath didn’t like to think of her like that, she didn’t deserve the title of it.

She lost that when she never came back.

Inhaling a scent different from her own, one of cigars and a hint of coffee, brought her back to reality, and resumed the pounding in her chest and tingling in her limbs from being caught up in someone else’s body parts during the night.

Oh god, thought Cath, trying to remember the night before. She had a hint of Gingerbread Mocha in the back of her mouth, and a Blueberry Bliss Energy Bar flavour on the tip of her tongue.

That can’t be right, I haven’t had one of those since before Thanksgiving, Levi ate them all.

Levi.

Oh god.

Cath immediately remembers the late night session of ‘The Outsiders’ that Cath read to Levi as a thank you for… well, everything he’s done. And also because Reagan was out again partying, and forgot she promised Levi the study session so he wouldn’t fail his Lit. Class exam on the book. Cath thought maybe Levi was dyslexia, but didn’t they get diagnosed before the age of College? Cath didn’t know, and she did care, but two things popped into her mind before that strand of thought could harbor any more room in her mind.

Levi is in my bed.

I’m sleeping with Reagan’s maybe boyfriend.

Reagan could come home at any time,

Shit.

Okay, make that three thoughts.

The last two were obvious encouragement to what she was supposed to do, which was to get out of the bed, her bed, and wake up Levi. Or maybe she could just leave him here and go get a coffee at Starbucks and come back feigning that nothing happened, because nothing did happen.

But there were two things wrong with that statement.

One, Levi made the best Mochas and nothing would compete, so it would be an utter waste of money to spend. And two, something did happen.

We kissed.

Cath remembers it now. It’s funny how the human brain works. When we want don’t want to remember something incredibly painful or not possible, it tends to block out said memory, but one thing about memories were that they connected to other memories, and unless she wanted to forget the whole last night, she was stuck with the memory.

But to be completely honest, Cath quite liked the memory.

Cath remembered the way Levi had hooked her to his side as she read ‘The Outsiders’ to him, and how her drowsy and impaired mind (she blamed it on the mocha) attached all her thoughts not to the book, which wasn’t half bad, but to the feel of Levi’s flannel against her skin, or the passing look of seeing his lips before she quickly looked up to see if he was still awake, which he was.

Watching her with his startling blue eyes.

Now in the morning, Cath had to be reasonable with herself. Which she did sometimes, once or twice.

A day.

Look, he probably thought I was Reagan. Or remember that the first time he saw Wren he said with complete factuality that she was the hotter twin, and that was just by a passing glance. I’m just a quick kiss. Okay, yeah, quick. Kiss.

But Cath realized she didn’t want to be a quick anything. She deserved way more than that. She wrote dozens of Baz and Simon scenes of their love, wasn’t it time for her to get something like that? A love that isn’t fictional and based on a wizard and (presumably) a vampire.

Cath like the idea of sharing these stories with Levi. He seemed to enjoy them (at least tolerate them) and he always had his opinions and questions on them, which Cath actually liked to answer. It wasn’t everyday you met someone who hasn’t read Simon Snow (because watching the movies don’t count).

But she also had to admit one fatal flaw in her plan, she hasn’t even asked Levi if he liked her the way she did, and also Reagan.

Shit.

Cath heard the intake of breath, well, deeper breath, and felt Levi move. Now was the time. Was he going to slowly take his arm that he had encompassing her back and leave without so much as a glance, or was something else going to happen, something more magical.

Cath didn’t know what was going to be scarier.

But what Cath didn’t think of was Levi kissing her on the top of her head, and pulling her closer to him.

Oh Shit, Oh Shit, Oh Shit

She was completely and utterly screwed.

Though at that moment she didn’t know exactly why. There was no menace to the name Reagan, or thought of impending doom if she missed her morning classes. No.

All she could think of was the way he kissed her on the head, with that small but cute mouth of his, the one hours earlier she was questioning if he could easily eat an apple with. The one that caused her whole body to go flush and red just by that little move.

She felt more than saw (because her head was still by/on his chest persay, and couldn’t see him) him smile. The muscles coordinating it gave him away like a whale breaching the water for all to see, it was very obvious.

Cath looked up, and got a bruise on her forehead.

Holding her head, she reopened her eyes and saw Levi, looking a little less beaten and smiling quite a bit more than her, more than anyone really, at her as she felt around her skull for adjustments to her temple area.

“Ouch” Cath said, and mentally scolded herself.

‘The first thing I have to say after we slept together, well...not like that.’

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.” Levi said, putting his one hand on the bruising temple as Cath brought her hand back down.

“It’s fine, just if I was sleeping, why were you tilted downward, since I did not hit your chin. The area I hit was definitely smoother.”

“Ah, so are you a chin expert as well as a Simon Snow lover?” Levi asked with a smile on his face, a continuing smile.

“Of course, one must be knowledgeable in all types of things.” Cath waved her arms vaguely around to show all the types of things.

Also, Cath wanted to point out that they were still laying together.

On her bed.

Oh Shit?

“So are their any other area of the body that you and that brain have been studying?” Levi shifted, but still kept one arm under her around the waist while the other was free, watching her contemplate the question.

She had, and the answer didn’t need verbal response. She turned red. Again.

“I’m going to deny all wrongdoing to the court.” Cath mumbled and she shielded her face from Levi, instead putting it against her pillow, but he had already seen her face, and had started to giggle, giggle and not chuckle.

Cath felt him stretch again and reach for his phone.

“Oh.”

“What?” Cath said, a little more nervous than she was before. Not knowing what Levi had seen on his phone. Had Reagan walked in on them and saw the precarious position they were in, and had left fuming and given a threat to Levi that whatever they had was over, done with?

Cath also realized that she picked a good major to go into, since it seemed she was always so dramatic.

“I’m an hour late to work, I better go before the customers start to get angry that no one knows their order.” Levi untangled their limbs (which caused Cath to finally be able to feel hers again) and rose from the bed. Grabbing the empty Starbucks cups, he maneuvered between her and Reagan’s bed (Cath had a conspiracy that their room was just a walk in closet converted over to a dorm room, but that’s for a different discussion) and brought them over to the trash by the door to be thrown out.

Cath really didn’t know what to do in a position like this. Did she start to say goodbye to him? Tell him that she had a nice time reading (and the things that came with it)? She didn’t know, but what she did know was that he was opening the door to leave, and they barely had a civil conversation, and that was only about various studying of body parts.

Wait, reading!

“Levi, you forgot your book!” Cath said as she starts to fumble around the bedsheets, and finally produces the same copy (albeit a little dented) of ‘The Outsiders’ that she read him the night before.

“You might need this to study from for the exam.” Cath got up, saw her shirt was riding up a little too high, and fixed it. She continued her trek to Levi when he held up a hand for her to stop.

“I don’t need it.” He said, smiling at her again like she just said something funny.

Did I say something funny? Did I look funny fixing my shirt?

“Well, I might be a good reader, but even I can’t remember everything in this book, and we just read it last night.” Cath was really grasping for straws here, or needles, but straws hurt less. She started to recite what she had done ever since she woke up, and didn’t find any (too) mortifying as why Levi stopped her going to him.

Why doesn’t he want his book?

Would it bring back painful memories of last night, of them together. Him (maybe?) cheating on Reagan with her, but they just kissed. And tangled limbs. Did he not like her, and given her that kiss in the head as a friendly gesture, but then why did he watch her sleep?

Sometimes boys are so confusing.

“I don’t need it.” Levi says, sounding like he’s been saying this for awhile but Cath hadn’t heard him at all.

“Why not?” She questioned, she wanted to get to the bottom of this before heading off to her classes, so her head wouldn’t be stuck in the clouds (well any more stuck than usual).

“Because I’m going to work and I don’t think my coworkers will want me to be reciting ‘Stay Golden, Ponyboy’ to them.” He looked at her however like that would be a fun endeavour, and told herself to warn Levi’s coworkers about him and classic novels.

“So what do you want me to do with it.”

“Keep it”

“Really, why?” She figured this was the question to get the answer they had both been swimming around for the last two pages, oops, last two minutes.

“Because then I have a reason to come see you again, not that I need a reason.”

Cath starts to speak out of habit from this conversation, then realizes what he means, and starts to go red for the third time that morning. Cath think she broke her record.

“Oh, Okay.” Cath looked down at her socks that she left on from the night before (with ‘Carry On, Simon’ on the tops of them. A gift from Wren for her birthday one year).

She realized Levi had said something. Again. And that she had missed it. Again.

“What did you say?” She asked as he was about to shut the door, about to end the conversation, one of her favorites to date.

“I said six o’clock I’ll be done at work.” Levi said, moving his blond hair back from where it fell in front of his face to look at her. A face full of cute eyes and lips. Oh boy.

“Great” Cath replied.

“Oh, and also expect the best Gingerbread Mocha to date.” He said, and shut the door, but not before seeing his smile, and heard him walking down the hallway.

“Even better.” Cath replied to no one in particular, but maybe to the Baz cutout that was currently peeking out from her closet area.

And that’s all she wrote folks!

-Also are Simon Snow Socks available? Because I need so badly!! I also figured out that writing scenes in a characters mind is my favorite, because the two talking isn’t my cup of tea!

#rainbowrowellbooks #fangirlbook #leviandcath #fanfic #thisprobablysucks #but enjoy #thatonescene #ilovecath #andlevi #okayimdonenow #ireallydontlike #theoutsidersbut #theirsocute

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itsclydebitches · 6 years ago

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RWBY Recaps: Vol. 5 “Welcome to Haven”

This is a re-posting from Oct. 14th, 2017 in an effort to get all my recaps fully on tumblr. Thanks!

The day has arrived! After nearly eight months we finally have a new RWBY episode and I am fully prepared to dive into reviewing it (alongside my recaps of the earlier material). Obvious spoilers ahead for those behind on the series or who don't have a Rooster Teeth account for first access.

To start, I should mention that we also have a Yang short that aired pretty much alongside the new episode, in which Yang is helping Ruby to train in hand-to-hand before she leaves for Beacon. I've heard a lot of complaints about this short already--that Rooster Teeth waited too long to post it, that by focusing on a flashback they're ignoring present!Yang's disability and PTSD--but for all that the short still provides an excellent little glimpse into the sisters' pre-Beacon lives, along with the expected, kick-ass fight scene. This short does raise a number of questions though, or plot holes if we're being uncharitable. Chronologically we know that Ruby is already incredibly strong at this point and has excellent control over her semblance, yet a simple tumble into the grass knocks her out for a number of minutes? I also find it highly suspect that Ruby is that dependent on Crescent Rose to fight--she says herself she's useless against the Grimm without it--yet over the course of the following years she does nothing to better herself in hand-to-hand. Seeing Yang in the jaws of a Grimm should have been a wake up call...but it wasn't. I honestly hope this comes back to haunt Ruby at some point. That she'll get a "You can't rely on Crescent Rose" talking to in the same way Yang got a "You can't rely on your semblance" talk from Tai. Otherwise this short does little to further either sisters' characterization.

Regardless, onto the episode itself. I watched it in my local Starbucks (too impatient to wait until I got home) and just five minutes in a stranger interrupted, apologizing, but asking if this was the new Volume because he was so excited for its premiere. Shockingly, I didn't entirely share his enthusiasm, if only because ever since Volume Three I've feared that RWBY will become too dark for my taste, losing that adorable, humorous spark that initially drew me to it.

I shouldn't have doubted Rooster Teeth. Just as Volume Four opens with happy bickering among the new team RNJR (or is it JNRR?), Volume Five opens with Ruby, Jaune, Nora, Ren, and Qrow making light of their dangerous trip to Haven. "We were fine," Ruby insists, "Only one of us almost died"--with a sly look at Qrow. For me these moments are crucial to the series, as they not only read as authentic (humor is a powerful tool in the face of trauma), but they keep the series from becoming overburdened with angst.

The team's walk through the "scenic route" gives everyone time to recap the basic plot of Volume 4 and then Qrow heaves open doors to reveal our first good look at Haven.

It certainly seems to live up to its name. Interestingly (or simply due to financial/time constraints) Rooster Teeth opted to paint still images of the city's inhabitants with the 'camera' moving across them, rather than actually animating everyone. It works though, giving viewers the feeling that we're looking upon an intricate painting.

Ruby exclaims that "This is amazing!," drools over the weaponry--alright, so not everything has changed--and says that they'll be going "up," literally to Professor Lionheart's office and metaphorically in luck. The narrative uses that moment though to pull up until we reach Weiss' airship, still in the process of escaping her father. Though Weiss isn't given much time in the premiere, this short scene showcases her rapid character development. Where once she might have snubbed her nose at being stuck with an 'underling,' now Weiss speaks openly and respectfully to her pilot, admitting that she doesn't want to be a burden to anyone.

It's during this admission that they pick up a distress signal from another ship, one being attacked by Grimm. Weiss of course wants to stop and help, but the pilot reminds her that they're trying to keep a low profile and if they picked up the call, someone else will have too. They keep going and I'm left a little on the fence about this decision. The pilot's logic is sound, but there's also the issue of the bystander effect--we don't actually know if Weiss left those people to die or not. It's a moment that emphasizes that there are no good choices in war.

Then again, for all we know Episode Two might pick up on the airship, with Weiss demanding that they turn back. We'll have to see.

Back in Haven, Ruby wipes a tear away upon reaching their destination. Jokes aside, they've been through so much to get there and it's nice to see some genuine emotion. There's then a rapid change of mood as the group notices just how empty the school is and, with weapons drawn, they kick in Professor Lionheart's door expecting the worst.

...instead all they do is give poor Lionheart a heart attack. He just lost track of time and forgot to meet them out front. Whoops.

Qrow still calls him out on the lack of security and though Lionheart explains it away with a lot of discussion regarding James, the council, and the distribution of Huntsmen/Huntresses in a time of war, his excuses ring a little false. Indeed, by the end of the scene we'll see him speaking to a holographic 'W' on his desk, presumably Arthur Watts, who was briefly in contact with Lionheart in "No Safe Haven." Looks like he's gone full dark side, or at the very least is being blackmailed.

Before that though we learn a LOT about these relics we keep hearing about. Apparently the chamber each relic resides in can only be accessed by their corresponding Maiden--which seems to put a damper on the "Ozpin's cane is a relic" theory. Why have this security measure and then not make use of it? Did Ozpin (as the presumed Wizard) simply think that he was powerful enough to protect it on his own? Despite losing to Cinder? I'm inclined to think not, especially given the cavalier way the cane is handled between Qrow and Oscar. There's no doubt importance to Ozpin's weapon, but I'm no longer 100% convinced that it's a relic. (Even if I’m still headcanoning as such.)

We also learn each of the Maiden's... themes? Powers? For lack of a better word. Winter is the Maiden of creation, Summer the Maiden of destruction (an uncommon reversal there), Spring is knowledge, and Fall is choice. This puts a whole new dimension on Pyrrha's almost ascension as the Fall Maiden, given the complicated choices involved. Though Ozpin told her firmly not to fight and offered as much free will as a rock and a hard place would allow, a background as both a celebrity and a Huntress ensured that Pyrrha experienced the most pressure to conform and do what's (supposedly) best for others--even at the expense of herself.

Cinder is our latest Fall Maiden. Winter and Summer are still unknown, but Spring apparently skipped out on her duties a decade past...and is now in Raven's hands. What does a bunch of bandits want with a Maiden? We're not sure yet, but Qrow is eager to mount a full attack to get her back. Only Lionheart's (evil and biased) logic keeps him from rushing off. No doubt our team will take things into their own hands once they realize whose thumb Lionheart is under. The essence behind "Damn the council, we'll do it ourselves!" is common in most fantasy/action series. From Harry Potter to Korra we always have that moment when the rag-tag team has to step outside of the bureaucracy and actually get shit done. The trick is continually making sure that the council--or whatever else we’re dealing with--is actually corrupt/in the wrong.

Elsewhere Blake is dealing with the fallout of her own character short. Things are kept a little murky: Who exactly are these people beyond White Fang members? Who's side is Ilia on? It doesn't seem to matter much. The important bit is that Ilia tells Blake to leave now and she responds with a curt, "You're going to have to make me." So unless Ilia succeeds, it sounds like Blake won't be catching up with the rest of the team anytime soon. A pity.

Yang is also off on her own. I must admit that Rooster Teeth had me fooled. Based on last Volume's conversation with Tai and the fact that Yang's short focuses on how she'll "Always have [Ruby's] back," cutting to her determined expression as she continues driving her motorcycle in the present day, I fully expected Yang to be meeting up with Team RNJR. Instead she's looking for her mom. No doubt though everyone will come together if Qrow and the kids go after Raven themselves. Until then Yang is poised to get info from a sleazy asshole who likes to hit on underage girls.

The episode's climax though is in Oscar's return. We jump "back" to a scene we got at the end of Volume 4, wherein the chronology smooths out to show us when exactly Oscar found Qrow in that bar. "It's good to see you again, Oz" was appropriately heartfelt--and raises more questions about why Qrow of all the inner circle knows so much about Ozpin's power. (A shipper heart can't get too hopeful, can it?) After a cut Oscar shows up on the kids' doorstep, asking for Ruby Rose... and we get more emotional whiplash as that line is reframed not as an, "I know everything" moment but an, "I brought your drunk as a skunk uncle back" moment. Qrow is adorable in this scene, happily wasted as he mutters about how he finally found Ozpin. Ruby's anger that her comic reading time was interrupted dissipates as Oscar freely admits, "You know me as Professor Ozpin."

I'm very glad he came right out and said it. I wasn't looking forward to a whole Volume of wondering when the gang will find out the truth. Perhaps the most fascinating moment though is when Oscar, seemingly instinctually, says to Ruby,

"You have silver eyes."

There are three ways of explaining this line, far as I can tell:

Ozpin tells Oscar to say that. Unlikely. We don't see Oscar pausing or talking to himself, and why be cryptic when they're going to admit who they are two seconds later?

Oscar himself recognizes silver eyes. Possible, even if he is just a farm boy. Perhaps he's heard stories?

Ozpin's knowledge/personality is beginning to become accessible to Oscar. This has been my theory from the start. As I'll discuss more in-depth in my Volume 4 recaps, Ozpin as an entity still exists and presumably this isn't the first time he's changed bodies, implying that the headmaster we know has survived for who knows how many decades. The implication of this is he either somewhat merges with or entirely overwrites the personality of his host. I’m not hoping for the latter--a rather dark side to his semblance--but if so it might already be starting. Oscar's "You have silver eyes" might be a bit of Ozpin creeping into his reactions.

We'll have to wait to find out. This premiere was, for the most part, surprisingly joyful, but we can't expect that to last for long. Our new intro says it straight out: "Things looking bleak and they're bound to get worse."

Best to fasten your seat belts.

Other Details of Note

The pilot's "Sorry, kid" to Weiss. Yes, please remind the audience that these are still children. People tend to forget that.

Qrow's constantly hunched back. I don't recall this from previous Volumes. This might be something Rooster Teeth is only now capable of with the new animation style, but regardless it's a wonderful little detail.

"That poor girl ripped to pieces" and Ruby's tiny gasp. Glad to see everyone hasn't completely forgotten about Penny. I'm also interested in whether the rest of the world didn't notice that Penny was a robot or if they're just that accepting of machines with souls as "real girls."

Qrow--"I quit teaching for a reason." Did a good job training Ruby though!

Using the Maidens' titles in place of their names is both good for the show's mystery and appropriately dehumanizing.

I'm surprised that no one responded to Ren's hope that they can reclaim the Spring Maiden in a more peaceful manner. In fact, he's not in the rest of that scene's shots, to the extent that I wondered if he was using his semblance for some reason. I hope that they'll return to this. We've had very little exploration of fighting-obsessed Huntsmen/Huntresses finding non-violent solutions to their problems and it might add some actual conflict to the group. They get along incredibly well for four teenagers traveling the world together.

Qrow tells Lionheart to keep in touch, as if we all don't know how terrible he is at contacting the rest of his super-secret team. Way to be a hypocrite, Qrow.

Sun and Blake's dad can finally agree on something! Drinks all around.

Yang's hand briefly shaking after her first "fight" since she lost her arm as well as the call-back joke to her times in Junior's bar. Most characters had little call-back moments and it was wonderful to see in a premiere.

#rwby #mymetas #RWBY Recaps

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hcudini · 7 years ago

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hi im unfashionably late but i brought starbucks for everyone ?? im nico + 18 + est + they/them pronouns. im gonna be a senior in highschool this fall so watch me lose my fucking mind as the first semester progresses and i frantically try to get my college applications in. anywhomst, 1/2 of my children’s intro is below. LIKE & i’ll send u an IM so we can plot or just talk.

woah! wait, was that ALEXANDRA DADDARIO i just saw walking down mainstreet? no, of course not. that was just HARLEY GOLIGHTLY. they’re TWENTY-EIGHT years old and identify as CISFEMALE. they have been in Alder Heights for TWENTY YEARS and work as a TEACHER AT TODDLER TOWN. i’ve heard they can be CREDULOUS and SUBMISSIVE on their bad days. but don’t be put off, because HARLEY can also be AFFECTIONATE and OUTGOING. no wonder people around here call them the SACCHARINE.

harley + 28 + she/her + bisexual af + absolute sweetheart ?? + daycare teacher + west alder

harley's parents split around when she was three years old. she lived her entire life with her mom and her dad was never in contact with her.

she loves her mom to death ? her mom was the one to make toddler town when the pair moved to alder heights when harley was eight. her mom still manages the daycare but has given harley some of the managing duties along with her teaching duties

loves kids to death & kids love her.

she started off with babysitting as well as helping out her mom around the daycare.

straightedge. doesn’t drink, smoke, drugs. nothing.

doesn’t believe in having sex before marriage but doesn’t care if anyone else does it, it’s just a personal belief for herself

always has candy for children

she’s always in a good mood and will try to bring your mood up too

can’t cook but she can bake ? she makes really good baked goods.

loves affection & touching to show affection but understands if someone is uncomfortable with touch

connections ?

friends !! u can never have enough friends

unrequited crush ?? from either party

ex gf/bfs

a parent that comes by often to drop off their kid & theyve become friends or have crushes on eachother fuck man idk !!

childhood friends ! would have had to grow up in alder heights obvi

enemies for no reason bc thats always good.

#alderintro #( ooc )

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purplesurveys · 4 years ago

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survey by katesmarie13

(Merry Christmas! Or Happy Holidays! Or Happy Friday! <3)

Okay, just a few basics first...THEN the new stuff.

Your full name? I only feel like sharing the name Robyn today.

Your hometown? Manila, kinda. I won’t give away the city I currently reside in.

Age? 22, and a waste of a year it was. I’m so tempted to just turn 22 again in 2021.

Now for something different and completely random...

When you're having a bad day, what comfort food do you reach for? It differs per bad day and it also depends if I can afford to get whatever it is I’m craving. Though for the most part, I’ve found myself pining for samgyupsal the most often. It’s just the ultimate problem-fixer and makes-the-sad-go-away-er.

Do you have an item that is your good luck charm? I don’t really believe in those, so no. The farthest I’ve gone with a certain item and luck is how I insisted to use the same paddle that was available in our gym whenever I trained for table tennis back in high school. The reason I don’t think it has anything to do with luck is because I simply thought I had the best grip with that paddle, not because I was convinced I can win any game with it.

If so, what is it? See paddle situation aboe.

Your favorite thing about your job (or school)? It’s in the media/public relations field so there are lots of freebies and treats that come with the job that make what I do worth it, and a lot more fun. The entire team also consists of Gen Z-ers and younger Millennials, so there are practices we follow that bigger corporations might not have, like longer office shutdowns during Christmas (we don’t get back to work until Jan 4th), reminders to take mental health breaks, and a no-video-meetings rule every Friday afternoon.

Least favorite thing about your job (or school)? It’s very, very hectic so I have the tendency to get overwhelmed as early as 10 AM. There’s never any dead air and I don’t get rest for nine hours straight (my shift is technically eight hours, but I work through the allotted 1-hour lunch break as well). OT is also common, but at least I get paid for it. Demanding clients who micromanage and/or ask for too much work to be done from our end also make the job stressful.

Does global warming and the hole in the ozone truly bother you? Of course. My heart sinks every time I come across a new article saying glaciers are melting, that animals living in polar regions are suffering, that sea ice continues to drastically decrease, etc.

Do you have a "funny" toenail? I don’t think so? All my toenails look...the way they’re supposed to look like, lol.

How many times have you moved in your lifetime? The times I can remember, just twice. But my parents moved around a bit when I was still an infant.

Do you watch professional wrestling and is it real? I do watch and keep up with it, just not as much as I used to. I don’t recognize most of the new faces anymore, and I wouldn’t be able to give you a decent breakdown of the current storylines in any promotion, not even in WWE. The angles, results, belts, and characters all aren’t real, but the movesets (especially the submission holds) risks, and injuries very much are. Are we going to debate this in 2020 still? Lmao.

What's your favorite thing to microwave? Don’t microwaves just heat stuff up? I dunno if it heats a certain food better than others lol.

Could Pop-Tarts survive a nuclear attack? I doubt it.

Does anyone know where the UP (Upper Peninsula) is? Can I give you a different UP? That’s where I went to in college, heh heh.

What's the regular unleaded gas price where you are? I have no idea. I never paid attention. I usually just give the gas attendant anywhere between P300 to P700 and see how far up it would fill my tank.

Do you know someone who's been injured in Iraq? I don’t know. Probably not. None of my relatives who migrated ever signed up for the US military.

Do you remember what a Puff-A-Lump is? I’m pretty positive I’ve never heard of it before.

Least favorite TV show? Game of Thrones.

Favorite canned soup? I don’t consume that.

How far does your belly button stick out or sink in? How can I even measure this?

Do you have a particular coffee mug you drink from? Yes, but I’ve described it so many times in surveys from just this month alone.

What does that mug say/have on it? The first line reads “Seattle, WA” then “Starbucks” in big bold letters, then “Coffee Company” below it, and the last line reads. “Est. 1971.”

Your take on declawing cats? I don’t like cats a lot but this does not sound like a responsible thing to do, and it also sounds like a painful procedure for a poor cat.

Do have smoke detectors in your home? No. That’s not really a requirement or standard practice here.

Would it be easy to erase YOUR identity? I suppose it’s technically easy to hire someone who can do that (a la Breaking Bad), I just would not be willing to do it and give up who I am for anything in the world.

Do you know anyone named Sam? Lots. My cousin is named Sam; I also went to school with multiple Sams.

How many drawers do you have in your room/office? Five.

What was your favorite snuggle toy when you were a child? I was happy with a pillow. I was never into stuffed toys all that much.

Great! A few firsts then...

What was your first pet and their name? I had a goldfish that I simply named Goldy. I vividly remember this because Angela’s first pet was also a goldfish; and there was a time we did show-and-tell in first grade and she bought her pet. We had been bickering that day, as 7 year olds do, and I remember being an absolute asshole and snickering when she introduced her fish as Fishy because I thought it was a cheesy name and that Goldy was far superior. Sorry Fishy. You had a great name.

When your mind wanders, where does it go first? My biggest stressor for the day, usually.

Your first knick-knack (item you placed in your room/house)? I have no clue. I was 10 when we first moved in here, and a completely different person.

First "real" piece of jewlery? (This goes for the guys too) I’m going to forgive this survey for being a little sexist because it’s nearly 15 years old; but anyway, I’ve never had any expensive jewelry of my own. All the pricey ones I’ve ever worn are owned by mom.

What did you do on your first date? We went to a museum and had early dinner at an Italian-American restaurant. We also had coffee after, and then she slept over at my place where I let her play GTA V on our PS3 because she wasn’t allowed to play it in her house.

Who was your first best friend? Kaye. I can’t trace her down now because she has such a common name, but I hope she’s been doing well.

When did you first realize that life isn't easy and fun? I was 12, going through puberty and a generally not-nice time of my life, with everyone in the house hating and isolating me.

And lastly...

The last thing you thought about before you fell asleep last night? I briefly thought about how many hours I need to sleep to get a decent rest, but I passed out in like 10 seconds.

Your last argument? Last night my mom and I had an argument about where I last placed my phone because I had already misplaced it two times prior during the day.

Your last words to someone...? “You’re wearing black; it’s not too obvious” when my mom was complaining that she looked a bit big in her outfit for today.

The last place you'd go? I’m not very sure about the wording here. Do you mean the last place I went to (outside the house to pay for a delivery)? Or the last place I’d want to go to before I die (no clue)? Hahahaha.

The last thing you'd find yourself wearing? Again, not so sure about the grammar here.

What will be the last thing that you do today? Trying to doze off.

#survey #surveys

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cosmosogler · 7 years ago

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hawaii part 1

god it is already like 9 and i only got maybe five and a half to six hours of sleep. oh well.

we left for hawaii on thursday june 29th. i really should have... kept a record of things as they were happening. it feels like a long time ago. i sat by gramma and grampa on the plane. i slept for some of it, played some pokemon, and helped gramma with her word puzzle game.

i remember the car ride over to the airport was heckin miserable. we were all crammed together in the 400-dollar pile of junk that my brother thinks belongs to him. (it belongs to dad. it always belongs to dad. we don’t own any of our possessions. they are dad’s. he allows us so graciously to have them. sometimes.) it was already 100 degrees out and the ac in that car is ornery and only has vents in the front seat.

when we got to hawaii... i almost threw up. just feelin really sick and the baby changing station in the bathroom was... occupied and that smelled bad. my sister and i grabbed some starbucks drinks. we were about 15 minutes into the vacation proper and i was already kind of tired of my sister treating me like i’m a small child. it took over an hour to get our rental cars so i played more word puzzle with gramma, punched my cousins, and tried not to lay on the ground.

when we got to the hotel we threw our suitcases in our rooms and went to the hotel restaurant for dinner. i got one out of the two vegetarian options. we got rained on and it was nice and cool.

i need a naming system for my cousins. there are five of them and i interacted with all of them over the course of the trip.

screw it, i don’t care any more.

we were having trouble getting thomas to settle down. my brother and austin and i stumbled through a riddle my brother had looked up on the internet. i was disappointed that i couldn’t figure it out. but i was pretty jetlagged and also really sick.

after dinner the three younger boys and i went to the beach and splashed around until the sun went down. i got sea water in my eyes and that hurt a lot but not as much as when they dry out. i saw a crab run into the waves before we actually got wet.

it was like one of these guys:

he had his little pincers up in the air flailing around.

when we got back in the room i hopped in the shower and a small sand castle fell out of my swim shorts’ pocket. i had forgotten i had pockets. then the boys and i played cards against humanity. i didn’t win but i got some real knee-slappers in there. i made my brother cry at least.

the first night i had an interesting dream. it was kind of about being treated like i am somehow mentally deficient compared to my immediate family and kind of also about video games because of course it was. the second half of the dream i lived in a small urban area and had lots of friends. at the very end i was trying to find a pharmacy, because my friend heather was four inches tall and i had heard they had over the counter medicine for that. i couldn’t read any of the neon signs though because they were all chinese characters so i was asking for directions and the other guy was trying to tell me through a window.

when i woke up i wasn’t really angry or frustrated. maybe kind of disappointed... it always bums me out to wake up when i am actually around people i like and i don’t know if/when i will see them again. i miss heather.

the second day i actually don’t remember that much about. there are a few highlights. i went snorkeling. or i think i did? maybe that was day three. i accidentally missed the same spot on my arm three times while applying sunscreen so now i have a hilarious tanned stripe down my arm. most of it is hidden by my t-shirt. just gonna have to wear sleeves for the next few decades.

i figured the reason i missed the same spot on the back of only my left arm three times is because my right side doesn’t have as much range of motion as my left. so i couldn’t reach around and get the spray over there and i didn’t realize until it was too late.

thomas told me to kill myself.

i thought about that, later that night. i thought about it long and hard. especially considering what happened after that. but our room was on the second floor and a fall of 10-15 feet has already proven to not be able to kill me.

i guess that’s what’s most terrifying about trying to kill myself. what happens if i don’t succeed. usually fatal injuries that end up not being fatal leave you permanently changed.

and... one thing i find maybe helpful, emotionally, is that i don’t actually consider all my options when i think about it. like i could have easily gone up to the top floor and jumped off the guard rail over the lobby. but i didn’t think of that. so it’s more like... the idea of killing myself, the line of thinking that goes “what if i did?”, than actually making a plan. it took me forever to realize that we have, like, bleach under the kitchen sink here at home. all i’d need to do is go hide in my room and wait a few hours. no one would check until it was too late.

i wouldn’t bring it up in this much detail but it comes up again later and i wanted to lay a little foundation.

mom got smashed shortly after lunch. my brother and i had to drag her up to the room. after i showered i heard mother talking to herself. then she tried to get up and shower and i tried to stop her but she got really mad and incoherent. and she stood up anyway, even though she couldn’t walk in a straight line. but i didn’t want to help her or even touch her. she smells bad. so i let her step past me. then my brother got mad at me for letting her do that. then mom dropped her clothes while my brother stood in the doorway. then my sister came in and called us idiots for letting her do that. because it’s whoever’s fault that was in the area when a mean drunk person does something stupid. she fell down when she was trying to get dressed. i didn’t help her then either. i don’t like interacting with drunk people. and i like interacting with drunk mom even less.

we went to bubba gump’s. the neighbors had joined us on this vacation. sierra, who my sister has friend-broken-up-with for her terrible decision making skills (and accompanying drinking problem), was unsurprisingly also hammered. as were both of my aunts. i got pretty sick while trying to eat. this is going to be a problem that only gets worse from here on out.

anyway the second evening i had to stay up foreeeeeverrrrrr because my dad and brother were watching a stupid movie called the switch up. it actually had ryan reynolds which was disappointing. i wanted to let them finish the movie, but then 11 rolled around... and 11:30........ so i gave up and put on my pajamas and sat in bed. i looked at dad and said “i’d like to sleep now.” he said “no.” he also did not bring up turning down the volume, perhaps, or turning off any of the room lights.

this wasn’t... anything more than inconvenient for him, mind you. we were in a two-bedroom hotel room. my brother and i were camping out on the pull-out bed in the couch in the front room. my parents were in the bed in the back room and my sister was parked on a cot in the back room. he could have easily just turned the movie on in his room, since mom was blackout passed out. when i suggested it he looked offended and said “no.” more sharply.

i might be mixing up the order of events that happened in the conversation here. it was a long night.

dad told me the movie was almost over and i would wait until the end of it to sleep. i said “wow, the one guy learns to be more responsible, and the other one learns to be less responsible, and there are jokes. cool.” and he said “don’t spoil it.” i think it was supposed to be a joke but man i was tired and my meds/eating/sleep were severely off schedule and that was making me really cranky. and thomas had told me to kill myself. but some things have a more direct effect on my mood than others.

thomas... was being really mean before. i wasn’t surprised he told me to kill myself. that’s a thing people say on the internet to each other now and he is even younger than my brother. he’d said things that hurt more immediately already. like when i said “i’m the adult here” he said “you’re not an adult.”

i think it’s because he watches my family treat me like i’m stupid. he watches them take on that “handling a mentally deficient” tone when they address me because i said something they thought was stupid. and... i don’t act like an adult. i do what i want. i don’t have enough energy to wear a business suit all the time, much less on family vacations where we are literally on the beach and i want to swim in the ocean. i play pokemon because i like pokemon. i worry about the future because i have depression and healthcare is hard to get when you have “previously existing conditions.” not because i just want to play pokemon all day.

i don’t know... i don’t think the boys realize that i hang out with them for more than one reason. one of them is, indeed, because i enjoy their company and i get more attention when i make bad jokes. another reason is because i am keeping an eye on them. no, i don’t watch them at all hours, and i don’t go everywhere they go. but it’s good to check in on children sometimes??

i guess i want to be a role model for my younger relatives. because i’m the oldest of eight and that’s my job. to be a friend, sometimes a guard, and sometimes, if they want, a mentor. i try to make sure i touch base with all of my cousins when i see them, ask what they’re doing, if there’s anything i can do if they are not feeling well. i try to be genuine. maybe that’s what kills me in their eyes. genuinely liking “uncool” things or having visible emotions. even though i keep most of those to myself and generally only choose to show ones i want them to see. so i guess i dug this grave for myself and now i get to lay in it. i made myself into the ultra dork and now that is all i am.

ok back to the movie. i figured it was almost over so i’d just put in my earbuds and wait. then forty-five minutes went by. i had my face crushed uncomfortably against the pillow and mattress but i wasn’t willing to move. because i was crying. because i was thinking of ways to kill myself and how i would have to tell thomas that i just couldn’t do that, so sorry.

ehhh when it got dark i was still awake and had to go to the bathroom all over again. that happens if i don’t immediately try to sleep after getting ready for bed. gall bladder and stuff i guess. not sure. but dad was in the bathroom. so i figured, if he wasn’t going to let me sleep, then why the hell would he let me use the bathroom if he wanted it? so i went down to the lobby and used the public restroom there. it also gave me a few minutes to try to get the red out of my face and eyes.

when i got back up to the room dad was ABSOLUTELY LIVID. he asked why i did that. i told him it was because he didn’t let me sleep so why would i expect him to let me use the bathroom? he said i was being selfish, and i am living with four other people now and should consider what they want, and i don’t care about anyone but myself.

“you don’t care about anyone but yourself.”

after he went into the back room i had to pee all over again. after that i went to lay down in my bed. my brother seemed to be sleeping? i was surprised anyone slept through our little, hmm, disagreement. but he never mentioned it during the trip so i assume he either missed it or did not want to talk about it with me.

while i was laying there stewing dad came out and grabbed my leg near the ankle.

i said “do not touch me.” he didn’t let go and told me “it won’t matter to you, but i’m sorry for yelling.”

i said “do NOT touch me.”

he said “i’ll touch you whenever i want.” and told me again how apologies don’t matter to me and he was only apologizing because it was the right thing to do.

but, you know, i was too busy having flashbacks? i guess being grabbed from outside my field of view while trying to sleep puts me on edge for some reason? i can’t think of why...

oh, yeah i can.

then i spent another 40 minutes hyperventilating. eventually i dozed i guess because i had dreams... i don’t remember what they were about exactly. they weren’t bad i don’t think. maybe the usual bad, but not exceptionally bad.

so anyway after a relaxing night of internal screaming i got up and texted my therapist and asked if we could text for a few minutes. i never got a response. i also exhaustedly sent asher a few messages.

usually when i make a decision there’s, like, an internal process that i’m not 100% aware of at all times, and when i come back to a topic i’ll realize i made a decision about it at some point between then and the last time it had come up.

but at that point i realized very immediately and very intensely that i had gotten the message that dad was more concerned about shutting down challenges to his authority (”don’t touch me”) than about his family actually feeling safe. and someone like that is not someone i want to be around, and i am not interested in what someone like that has to say.

i spent the next day or two? i think day and a half. stewing about what i wanted to do about it. first i told my gramma that thomas had told me to kill myself. my brother said “he was just talking.” and i guess i know he was just talking, because he talked at me and said those words. my grandparents said “he’s just a kid.”

oh, at bubba gump’s the day before i had told him he was being an asshole and to cut it out. i think he was avoiding me after that but my grandparents later said that he had told them he had a lot of fun swimming around with me. so i guess my mood was coloring my perception of the world.

that night i told gramma what had happened. she and grampa basically said that no parent is perfect. and mom loves me and talks about my gall bladder problem and stuff.

i’ve had this conversation with myself before. i don’t think what they’re describing is really love. if it is, love has never, EVER stopped her from hurting me before. physically or emotionally. and love didn’t stop dad from hurting me the previous night. or any of the times he threatened me before that, or the times he physically hurt me before that.

i’m feeling really upset about it again and the post is getting really long. i’m going to take a short break here and write another post about the next couple days i think. the rest of the suicide thing will be in the next post then.

it’s only 10 so i will try to finish the whole story tonight.

#tw suicide #no really i talk about it heavy like #tw assault #i dont have any tag comments sorry

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CHAPTER 8.

She stood up from the bed when she saw it was five in the morning, she ran to the shower and took it as fast as she could, there was no way she was letting Harry or anyone see her showering. She put on a pair of denim jeans, a white sweater, and brown boots.

It was only 5:15 when she walked out of the room with the dress in her hands, she didn't know what happened during the night, she didn't even know if Harry stayed in that apartment or what, and she obviously didn't know what to do in that country. But at the moment staring at London's sunrise didn't seem such a bad idea.

"Good morning" She heard when the sun was above the city lighting up everything. She forgot where she was before he appeared.

"Good morning" She heard again. Harry was behind her with his arms crossed, he had sweat all over his body and he was wearing a white sleeveless shirt, a pair of black shorts and sneakers. He had a white towel on his shoulder.

"Morning" She mumbled not turning around to see him. "Here is the dress and all you gave me yesterday, I don't want any reason to owe you anything," She said giving the city a last sigh before standing up with the dress in her hand.

"You looked beautiful last night by the way" She rolled her eyes.

"Thank you, you bought it" She shook her head and walked back to the couch where she watched the city before.

"I think we should get some rules around"

"How much time am I staying here?"

"First, give me two months"

"First?"

"Let's see if we get through two months"

"Get through what? What if we don't?"

"We'll see"

"But I heard you have everything planned"

"I do"

"So?"

"Fine, if you want to hear it" He licked his lower lip and threw the clothes with the necklace, earrings, and bracelet to the floor "A year, you are staying with me for a year"

"What?!" She felt her heart stop for a second "No, I can't do that, you can't do that, I have a life in New York, I have a family in America, you just can't do that!" She screamed at him.

"I won't do shit, you will do it" He said "You signed a contract, and this is the only way I want you to pay me"

"Why?" She asked holding back her tears.

"Because that's how I need it" He said.

Harry was aware she did not like him, she practically hated him, he knew that if it was in her say, she would kill him without doubt.

The night before was a success for Harry, even though she made him a target for the mock of his partners, they were glad and satisfied with her, and he told them what he'd planned before. "She's the smartest and the most gorgeous girl I've ever met in my entire life" And they bought it. And everything was going well, in fact, they scheduled a dinner that night at his father's house and she was the most important guest. They were all going, and Harry decided to skip work that day.

"Wait here, I will go and take a bath," He said, "We'll talk business"

She was about to complain but he vanished. Sophia was not staying in the living room but she was also not going out without knowing where to go. She looked for the kitchen and decided to prepare herself breakfast.

She started eating a bowl of cereal and a plate of fruit.

"Now, let's talk business" She said taking a full strawberry in her mouth. Harry looked at her, she managed to eat the whole strawberry without spilling any juice. Again, she looked extremely hot, and again she didn't mean to.

"You will stay here for a year, do the things I say-"

"Sorry, but no, I won't do the things that you say"

"Let me finish" He scolded at her; she just bit her lips trying to stop her mouth from talking. "To avoid any fights with you right now, no, I won't touch you unless you tell me to, and I won't harm you, I'm smarter than that" He cleared his throat "You will just be my side whenever I tell you, and you can't say anything about this to anyone are we clear?"

"Scared that the people might find out your fucked up game?" She said looking at him defiantly.

"The contract says so, I can lock you in a jail if you say something," Harry said looking at her, she breathed in and out. "Do you want to say something?"

"Yes, I won’t be locked up in this place for a whole year, and you can’t lock me up in a jail. I’m pretty sure there are different penalizations if the contract is somehow broken, but jail isn’t one”

Harry studied her face. One, he could do whatever he pleased and if he pleased he could lock her up in jail, two, she seemed to know what she was talking about… He decided not to fight with her"Don't worry about that, we'll travel a lot" Harry smiled at her. "Oh, that reminds me, I've got a present for you" He said taking out a black thing out of his wallet, one that looked like a card. "Use it whenever you want to" He said giving her an American Express Black Card. "I'm sure you'll know how to spend it"

She looked at it on the table and furrowed her brows.

"You just need to sign it, it's unlimited" He gave her a pen.

"I don't want it" She said pushing it away.

"You will need it" He said looking at her.

"I don't think so" She said giving it to him.

"It will be in your room when you are ready to sign it" He said saving it back in his wallet.

"There's no wins for me in this contract"

"Of course there is, you won't have to pay me almost four grands" He said.

She knew she would fight him, she would fight him until he was tired, she would complain and do things that could piss him off, maybe that way he would let her go and until now she had at least two good months. She could take two months of pissing him off.

"Okay" She said.

"Okay?"

"Yes. It's not a smart move to fight right now, is it?"

"Not really"

"So what's the plan for today?" She asked.

"I will call Jenn, we have a dinner with my parents"

"Why?"

"Stop asking questions"

"No. Why?"

"Because it's planned"

"Only your parents?"

"And some other people"

"Okay"

"Jenn will come to help you get ready"

It's only eight, at what time is the dinner?"

"At eight, I will go out and come back at six" He said and walked out of the kitchen "Connor is downstairs, he will take you wherever you ask for"

"Bye then, hope you get hit by a bus" She said aware that he didn't hear her and laughing at herself for being that immature.

It could've been worse... He hadn't done anything bad to her but she would keep her eyes open to any weird thing. She opened her phone and connected to the Internet in the apartment.

She had few emails from her work telling her not to worry about his absence, that they would wait for her when she came back.Of course Harry had done some movements in the school to have them say that. She also had texts from her mom and Lucy, her mom always worrying about her and Lucy freaking out because she saw pictures of Sophia with Harry in the news.

She ignored most of those except her mom's, she assured her she was fine and that she should stop stressing out for her.

"Miss. I'm Connor" A tall guy said, he wore a suit and when he saw her he rushed by her side.

"Hi, Nice to meet you Connor" She smiled at him walking side by side. "I don't need you to take me anywhere, I can walk"

"I'm sorry Miss, I can't let you do that... I have strict orders from Mr. Styles to take you wherever you want to but we have to be back at four maximum" She looked at him with amazed eyes.

"I will walk, thanks." She said moving away from him.

"Please Miss. That would get me in trouble" Sophia closed her eyes and sighed, the only person she wanted to harm and get in trouble was Harry and only Harry.

"Fine, I’ll let you take me anywhere under one condition" She sighed.

“Anything, Miss”

“Just call me Sophia”

"Take me to the closest coffee store please, anything but Starbucks" She smiled and the guy quickly opened the door for her, Sophia shook her head and opened the passeger front door.

After taking a cup of tea she bought with her own money and of course after changing it into pounds, they were back in the building.

"Thank you very much" She smiled at Connor and waved at him as she walked inside the apartment.

"Whenever you want" He waved back and helped her to open the door.

"Jenn, what are you doing here?!" Sophia screamed when she saw her sitting on a couch.

"Harry told me to come here, besides as his sister I have all the right to be here!"

"Right, I forgot about it, sorry"

"You were walking around London, weren't you?"

"Yeah, this is my first time here actually" Sophia smiled as she walked to her.

"You are kidding, oh my god! Remind me to take you to some amazing places next week!" Jenn said with the most excited smile Sophia had ever seen. She just nodded.

"Yeah, that'd be awesome" Sophia smiled at her as they walked inside Sophia's bedroom, which was tidy and clean, the curtains were open as well as one window.

"Wow, it looks better with day light" Sophia said.

"Pretty cool, isn't it? Harry gave you one of the best rooms, I'm impressed!" She laughed and took her cellphone out of her bag.

"We are ready, bring it up" She said to someone on her phone.

"Bring what up?"

"Oh, just some things"

There was a dark blue dress, cream heels and a box full of makeup.

“I’m so excited! I’ve always wanted a sister”

Sophia smirked. Mainly because Jennifer made her feel nice, it was nice to have someone to talk to even a little knowing it wasn’t going to end in a fight she was willing to start.

Jenn told Sophia to take a quick bath before starting with her, and so she did. She walked out with a towel around her body and Jenn started.

The blue dress fit her perfectly, it was short and held her on one shoulder. It was tight and the fabric seemed to hug her curves in the most amazing way.

“You have to teach me your gym routine” Jenn said with a hint of jealousness in her voice.

“I- I don’t think this is right…” Sophia said placing her hands on her thighs.

“Come on! You have to look worthy of a Styles” Jenn said jokingly while Sophia looked at the other girl’s reflection of the mirror.

“Excuse me?” She said while Jenn turned around looking for something in her bag.

“You know… If you are my brother’s … girlfriend you have to look good”

“First, I’m not his girlfriend” Sophia said “Second, he should feel lucky for having me here. He’s the one that has to work on how to be worthy of someone even close like me” It came out of her mouth without her even noticing. She prayed she hadn’t fucked up anything when Jenn started laughing.

“I’m starting to like you even more,” She said turning around with the heels in her hands. “I could swear you were in a relationship with Harry” She said as Sophia put the shoes on making her legs look longer and stylizing all her frame.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean… He always takes girls to events, mostly models, you seemed different since the first moment I saw you”

“How come?”

“Well, you didn’t want to expose yourself around everyone, you seemed shy but also very proud but not for being with Harry… proud of just… I don’t know!”

Sophia smirked again and shook her head.

“I hated that place” She said and looked at Jenn.

“Oh, come on! I know those dinners can be boring but they are nice” She said.

“Who were all those people anyways?”

“Friends. Family. Work partners”

“I’m just used to different things when it comes to parties”

Jenn was now doing her hair.

“I don’t want to get my nose everywhere but what do you think about Harry”

“What do I have to think about him?” Sophia said looking emotionless to the mirror.

“That he’s perfect, that he’s all you’ve ever dreamed of” Jenn faked a girly kind of fan girl tone before she cracked up laughing.

“Well… I think he’s bossy, mean-“

“It’s almost seven Jenn why are you still doing her hair?”

Harry’s voice interrupted their little chat.

“Really?!” Jenn said looking down at her watch. “Oh god, I have to get ready” She did the fastest movements Sophia had ever seen in her life and her hair was done, arranged in a ponytail. “Put some red lipstick and you’d be done” Jenn said looking for something in her bag “Here” She said before storming out the room.

“We’ve got a problem” Harry said walking to her glaring at her.

“I think we’ve got more than one” She rolled her eyes and stood up from the chair.

She turned around and she will never know Harry stared at her up and down and swallowed some saliva before she turned around to see him again.

“What’s up with this dinner anyways? And why did you sister think we were a couple?” Sophia asked angrily at him. “Am I supposed to act like your new mistress?!”

“Don’t yell” Harry hissed shutting the door closed. “Listen, this is what we’re going to do” Harry said not breaking eye contact. “Remember the people you met yesterday? They are going to be there and you have to be there”

“Why?” She had a small idea of what he tried to do; yet she wanted him to tell her. Harry sighed getting tired of her and her questions.

“I think you know why, stop acting fool”

“Why did your sister think I was your girlfriend? Is that it?! Do you really have to pay for someone decent? You can’t do that without using your money right?! That’s all you fucking got”

For the first time she saw an emotion,she saw angriness in his eyes. She tried to step back when he saw the dark in his eyes. Harry had his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist “Let go of me- you are hurting me” She snarled looking down at his hand. He really was not hurting her, but deeply she prayed he’d left a mark so she could run and end with that stupid contract.

“Stop. Shouting” He said coldly. “You want it to be that way, let’s have it that way” Harry let go of her wrist slowly; there was no mark of his hands there. “I’m tired of acting nice with you-“

“Nice?” She laughed, “Are you fucking serious! You took me away from my country, my family, my friends and you have not been anything but an asshole! God knows how badly I want to break that stupid, stupid contract and get rid of you to never see you again”

“Well, until then I’m both sorry and pleased to tell you that you have to do as I say!” He said stepping in front of her “So now, take that red lipstick put it on and when we get to the dinner you will act like this never happened. Clear?”

“No. I won’t act in front of no one. You can’t make me”

“Yes I can” He said confidently and walked away from the room.

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i-love-supernatural-forever · 8 years ago

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Loving a Hunter part 9

Title: Loving a Hunter part 9

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Claire, Jody

Summary: Claire runs away from home and calls Reader.

Word count: 2 042

Warnings: Implied smut

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We sat at the table eating breakfast when Sam said "I found a case..." as usual, they always found a case. Could they never just relax?

"Where?" Dean asked.

"In a little town called Rock Springs in Wyoming. Some people have been acting very weird and then they died. It seems to be demons." Sam answered.

"Okay. I guess we're going to Wyoming." Dean said, drinking his coffee.

"I'm going to stay here." I said and they both looked at me.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"I just don't feel like going. I'm going to visit my family instead." I said. You wanted to visit my family but the main reason was that I couldn't take any more cases, it was to mush for me.

"Okay. Well promise me to be careful." He said.

"You're the one going hunting." I said with a smile and kissed him on the cheek and left the kitchen.

Sam and Dean were packing and before I knew it, it was time for them to leave. I didn't want Dean to go without me, but I really wanted to visit my family. I would miss him so much, but missing each other was good, right.

"Okay, it's time to leave." Dean said as he held me in his arms.

"I'll miss you." I said looking into his eyes.

"I'll miss you too." He said and pressed his lips against mine in a slow kiss. "I'll love you."

"I'll love you too. Be careful."

"I'll always am." He smiled as they went up the stairs and out through the door.

After they left I made myself ready to drive home to mom and dad. Just as I was about to leave the bunker my phone rang. I looked at the display and it was a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello." I answered.

"Hi. This is Y/N Y/L/N... right?" A female voice asked.

"Yes, who are you?"

"It's me, Claire Novak that lives with Jody."

"Hi. Why are you calling? Do you need to talk to Sam or Dean? "

"No. Can you meet me at Starbucks in Lebanon, Kansas?" She asked.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just meet me." She said and hanged up. What was she doing here? I got my car keys and walked to the bunkers garage. I got into one of the cars and started driving towards Starbucks. It took me about ten minutes to drive there, so it wasn't too far away. I parked outside and walked in. I looked around and saw Claire sitting at a table alone in the back.

"Claire." I said and she looked up at me with a smile. I walked over to her and took a seat on the chair opposite her. "What are you doing here?"

"I ran away."

"WHAT." I said with high voice, too high, because some people looked at us. "Claire, why would you do that?" I whispered.

"Because I don't like it at Jody's."

"Why not? Jody is great." I said.

"Yeah but Jody and I aren't as close as Alex and Jody is, and I feel like I'm just in the way. I don't like it there." She said looking down at her coffee mug.

"Claire you can't just run away. I bet Jody is really worried about where you are right now." I said. I opened my purse to take out my phone.

"What are you doing?" She asked looking at the phone in my hand.

"I'm calling Jody." I said and she looked down. I called Jody but got to voicemail so I left a message saying that Claire ran away and that she's in Lebanon, Kansas with me. After the phone call I ordered a cup of tea and we just sat there talking for a while.

"I'm sorry I ran away, I ju..."

"It's not me you should apologize to." I said cutting her off. "Why did you come here? Why did you call me?"

"Because I like you, you're different and you're nice." She said and I just looked at her.

“Jody is nice.” I said.

“Yes she is very nice, but you’re different.” She said.

After our coffee and tea I took her with me to the bunker, I couldn't just leave her. When I came there she was speechless, so I just let her walk around to take a look by herself, but I told her not to touch anything.

As the clock got closer to five in the evening I decided to make some food. I took vegetables out of the fridge that Claire would cut, while I made spaghetti Bolognese. As I put the spaghetti in the pan my phone rang. I picked it up from the counter and saw that it was Jody.

"Hi Jody." I answered and Claire looked at me, she actually looked nervous. "Yes she's here." I gave the phone to Claire who took it and lifted it to her ear. She left the kitchen as she was talking; I guessed she wanted some privacy. When ten minutes had past she came back to the kitchen and gave me the phone.

"Hi Jody." I said again.

"Hi. Is it okay with you and the boys if she stays until tomorrow? I don't have time to come and get her today." She said.

"The boys are out of town, but it’s okay with me."

"Okay good. I get of work at two tomorrow and it will take a while to drive there, so I'll be there around eight." She said and after that we hang up.

After talking to Jody the dinner was ready so I set the table. As we sat at the kitchen table eating dinner it was pretty quiet. After a while she just picked at the food and I asked "Claire, are you okay?" she looked up from the plate and said "I'm okay." After dinner I showed her to the room she would be staying in tonight and she liked it.

I finished the dishes and took a seat on the couch in the living room. I turned the TV on and sapped through the channels. I stopped when I saw The Walking Dead, my favorite show. When the episode ended I had almost fallen asleep, so I decided it was time for bed. I turned off the TV and went to the room Claire had, to see what she did. As I came there she was asleep. The blanket was lying on the floor, so I picked it up and cover her with it then I turned off the light and went to my room.

I woke up with a jolt of something breaking. I got out of bed, putting my robe on and walked towards the kitchen. When I came there it was broken glass all over the floor.

"I'm so sorry." Claire said.

"Don't worry; just give me the mop over there." I said, pointing to the mop behind her. We swept up the glass together and threw it in the bin and after that I went to get dressed. I put on a pair of blue skinny jeans, a red t-shirt and a gray cardigan. Just as I was about to leave the room my phone rang and it was Dean. I smiled big and picked up the phone from the bed to answer.

"Hi." I answered with happy voice.

"Wow, you sound happy."

"Of course I do when you call. I miss you."

"I miss you too. We will be gone a couple of more days." He said.

"I want you to come home now." I said.

"Hey, you could have come with us." He said.

"Lucky I didn't because Claire showed up." I said, waiting for his reaction.

"Why? Is something wrong?" He asked with worry in his voice.

"No or yes, she ran away from Jody."

"She ran away from Jody. Let me talk to her." He said with dark voice.

"No because she doesn't need you to be angry with her."

"I'm not angry."

"Dean." I said.

"Okay I'm sorry. Why would she run away?"

"She said she doesn't like it there."

"That's just stupid. Jody is an amazing person and she cares about Claire." We kept talking about it some more, but we came nowhere, so after a while we stopped talking about Claire.

"I'll talk to you soon, love you." He said.

"Love you too." I said and hang up.

I decided that Claire and I were going out for breakfast, so we drove to Starbucks in town. We both ordered bacon, eggs, toast and orange juice. After ten minutes we got our breakfast and started to eat, it was really good.

"What do you think about shopping?" I asked.

"I don't know. I haven't done it since I was little. It was before I lost my mom... and dad." She said and I felt so sorry for her. Her dad said yes to Castiel and her mother died.

"Well then, I think we should go shopping." I said and she smile.

When we were done with breakfast we went to some clothing stores and we both found some stuff. I found a pair of black skinny jeans and a black shirt with red roses on. Claire found two black shirts; one with a skull and one with the text. Don't Mess With Me.

After that we went to by some coffee to Claire and Tea for me. After we had spent four hours in town we drove back to the bunker. On our way there Jody called and said she was on her way there.

Six hours later Jody was there. I went out to meet her and she followed me into the bunker.

"Wow, this place is huge." She said.

"I know." I said and she followed me to the living room where Claire was.

"Hi Claire, time to go." Jody said and Claire got up from the couch.

"Bye." Claire said, hugging me. "I had a really great time."

"Yeah, me too." I smiled. Claire was like the little sister I never got.

"Wait in the car." Jody said giving Claire her car keys.

"I don't want to overstep but, Claire said she don't like it at your place. She said that you and Alex are so close and she feels like she's in the way." I said.

"No you don't overstep. I don't know maybe what she feels is true, or she just feels like she can connect more with you. I was wondering if it's okay if Claire comes here sometimes if she wants to." I was shocked that Jody took that so well.

"Yes of course, we had a really good time together; I would like her to come back." I smiled.

"I think she sees you as the sister she never had." Jody said with a smile.

"I see her that way too."

After Claire and Jody left the clock was around eight in the evening, so I decided to clean the bunker before I went to bed. After cleaning for two hours I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and after that I changed into one of Dean's shirts and went to bed.

I woke up because I heard the door to the bedroom crack, so I took the gun I had beside the bed, turned around and pointed it towards the door.

"Wow, it's me." I heard Dean say.

"Dean." I said as I lit the lamp on the bed side table and sat up. "You aren't supposed to come back in a couple of days."

"We got done early." He said closing the door and unbuttoned his shirt. He hung it over the desk chair then he took of his jeans and came to bed. "Hi." He dragged me into spooning position and hugged me tight.

"Hi." I smiled.

"I've missed you." He said kissing my neck.

"I've missed you too." I said, turning around to face him. "Claire went home today."

"That's not what I want to talk about right now." He said as he nibbled at the side of my neck.

"Okay." I said and he got on top of me, now sucking on my neck. I would so get a hickey.

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Chapter 2

Summary: Saint is fascinated with the circus. When he receives a VIP circus ticket for Christmas, he couldn’t be happier. This ticket leads to a series of events, some good, some bad. Soon Saint finds his life spiraling out of control. When he gets his heart ripped out, he thinks it’s the end of the line for him. This book is the story of a broken man trying to put the pieces of his life back together.

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Today was my last day in Florida. We spent the day walking around town. I bought a few new vinyls, and my mom got a pretty necklace. We ate lunch at a local restaurant called Leo’s. Before I knew it, it was the next day and my mother was dropping me off at the airport.

“Bye Mom. I’m going to miss you." I said, hugging her.

“I’m going to miss you too Saint. I love you.”

“Love you too.” And with that I left. The plane ride was long and uneventful. Thankfully I didn't have and connecting flights; I was just going straight to the Manhattan Airport.

Putting my headphones on, I pulled out my book and read. A few hours later, a flight attendant came by with snacks, so I got coffee and some peanuts. Around two hours after that the and finally landed. Texting my mom that I had landed safely, I got off and went to claim my luggage.

I was passing the indoor pickup area when I heard someone call my name. "Saint!" I spun around to see Laurey walking towards me. I closed the distance and embraced her. "I missed you." She kissed me. "I missed you too."

Smiling, we held hands as we waited for my luggage. After what felt like eternity, my suitcase finally came and we were able to go. Laurey drove me back to my apartment. Kissing her one last time, I got out of the car. "Bye, I love you!"

"Love you too!" My apartment was empty, seeing as how Dallon was at work and Steve and Moon weren't getting back until tomorrow. Locking the door, I went into Dallon and I's room and unpacked. I was exhausted, so as soon as I was done I lay down and took a nap.

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Some time late I woke up. Stretching, I looked over at my clock, which read 6:30. That's great, now my sleeping schedule will be messed up. I then noticed that I could smell something cooking.

I quietly walked into the kitchen to see Dallon by the stove. I tiptoed over to him and put my arms around his waist. He jumped out of surprise, then turned around and hugged me back. We ended the embrace and he said, "I love you Saint put Jesus Christ you scared the crap out of me." I laughed.

"It's good to see you Dall."

"Good to see you too."

"So what are you making over here?" Pretty much everything Dallon made was delicious; he was an amazing chef. "Just some fettuccine Alfredo." I smiled; it had been my favorite dish for years. Once it was done we pilled some onto our plates and sat down.

Dallon stared at me intently as I rolled the first bite, awaiting judgement. "As always, this tastes amazing." He beamed. "Thanks!" We quickly devoted the rest. Once we were done I brought up our dishes and put them in the dishwasher.

"Hey Saint, let's watch a movie!"

"Ok. Do you have anything in mind?"

"Hmm,” He thought for a moment. “What about a Harry Potter movie?”

“Yes! Can we watch the fifth one?”

“Yeah.” He walked over to the cabinet under the television and pulled the movie out from our vast movie collection, and I went into the kitchen and made popcorn. Once it was done, I poured it all into a big bowl and poured on special popcorn salt. Then, I walked over to the couch.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, and he pressed play.

An hour into the movie, Dallon started leaning on me. About twenty minutes or so later, I noticed he had fallen asleep. I laughed, and turned the volume of the movie down so it wouldn’t wake him up.

Once the movie was over, I carefully stood, and slowly lowered Dallon down so that he was laying down. I covered him with a blanket, and plugged in his phone. I turned off the few lights that were still on, then went into my room where I went to sleep after setting an alarm.

groaned as my alarm went off, 7:00 was to early for my taste. I stood up and got ready for the day, and 15 minutes later I was in the kitchen. Dallon was sitting at the counter, drinking coffee and looking at his phone.

“Morning Saint,” he said.

“Good morning, Dall.” I put a bagel in the oven, poured myself a glass of coffee, and sat next to Dallon.

“So when are you going to the circus?” He asked.

"The morning of the 31st, so three days from now!"

"I'm so excited for you! That's going to be so much fun."

"Yeah. I haven't been to a professional circus show in twenty years which makes it even more special."

"Wow, that's a long time. I know it had been a while, but that long? Wow."

"Yeah. Tickets are extremely expensive, and my mom used that money to enable me to go to classes and camps."

“Ahh. Well, I’m off to work, see you later.”

“Bye.” Dallon put on his coat and hat, and left. I sat for a few more minutes, reading the news on my phone.

I put my plate and mug into the dishwasher, then after grabbing my stuff I left for work. I got on the subway, then walked for a minute or two. I entered the Starbucks I worked at, and was instantly greeted by my coworkers Katy and Matt.

“Good Morning!” They chorused

“Hello,” I replied. I put my apron on and got to work. The day was pretty uneventful, some of my regular customers came by. Eight hours later I was able to go home; it was now four. I went inside to find Moon was home.

“Hi, Saint!” She greeted.

"Hey Moon!" We embraced. "How was Chicago?" I asked her.

"It was beautiful. How was Florida?"

"It was hot, and moist. But it was nice to visit my mother."

"Yeah, I imagine so. Do you know when the others get back?"

"Like usual, Dallon gets back around five, and Steve's train comes at around ten, I think."

"Ok, cool. I'm gonna go to the gym, wanna join me?"

"No, thanks."

"OK. I'll be back in an hour or so. Bye."

"Bye." Moon spent a lot of time at the gym; it was pretty much her second home. It's where she went in the majority of her spare time, and I sometimes went with her. Her dream job was to be a personal trainer, and she wasn't going to stop pushing herself until she got there.

Half an hour later I heard the front door open. "Hey Dall!" I called from our room.

"Hey Saint." He came into the room. "I bought us some chocolate bars," he said tossing me one.

"Thanks!"

"Is Moon back?"

"Yeah she got back an hour or so before I came home from work. She's at the gym right now."

"Ah, I should've known." Dallon put his bag down and sat in his bed. We are our chocolate in silence. "How was work?" He asked.

"Boring and uneventful. You?"

"Work was crazy today. This dude wants to throw a hunting party to celebrate his grandma's life after the funeral."

"Wow, ok then." We laughed. Dallon got a lot of weird clients. He once told me, "I enjoy the weird ones more, they're fun." His favorites though were weddings. He didn't get them very often, seeing as how most people prefer to plan their own, but when he does he gets excited and happy. He loves seeing people in love. I had already asked him if he could help me plan Laurey and I's, and Dallon of course had agreed ecstatically.

I'm so glad Dallon had his dream job, though. A lot of people aren't able to get theirs. I was one of those people. Seeing as how it's incredibly hard to get a job at a circus as a performer, I would probably live my whole life as a Starbucks barista. I had a degree in psychology, so maybe I'd do something with that someday.

As if sensing my thoughts, Dallon said, "Don't worry Saint. You'll make it to the circus someday." My friends always assured me if this. I wanted to believe them, I really did, but I couldn't.

I specialize in doing aerial strap acrobatics, as well as trapeze acrobatics. The thing is both of these require an immense amount of strength, and one day I'll reach the point where my body becomes too old to do these things anymore. And if I hadn't joined the circus by then, then I'm just out of luck.

All of a sudden we heard the door open. "I'm home!" Moon called out. Dallon and I went to greet her. She and Dallon hugged; they had not seen each other yet. "How was the gym?" I asked.

"Same as usual. Tiring and strenuous, but worth it."

That night for dinner Dallon made spinach and cheese ravioli. Like usual, it was delicious. Later that night we decided to play Monopoly. We were all super competitive, which makes things interesting. Our games of Monopoly often lasted several hours, if not days.

Three hours later, Moon placed a hotel on Boardwalk, meaning certain death for anyone who landed on it. Half an hour after that I was about to land on it when someone unlocked the door.

"Thank god," I muttered under my breath right as Steve walks in. Moon's face lit up. "Steve!" She jumped up and hugged him tightly. Dallon and I followed, saying our hellos. "How was your trip Steve?" Dallon asked as we sat down.

"It was fun. I think Eliza's family liked me, so that was relief."

"Oh good! Did you like them?" Moon aksed.

"Yeah they're very nice. Her dad is very funny, too." We talked for a little while longer and then went to our rooms. Moon and Steve shared a room. They had been best friends as long as Dallon and I, so they couldn't care less that they weren't the same gender.

"Do you know when you're going to propose to Laurey?" Dallon asked.

"I don't know, but not yet. I want to go on one last normal date first, to make sure this is definitely what I want to do, and to calm my nerves. So maybe next week?"

"OK. Cool, cool. Goodnight Saint. Love you."

"Goodnight Dall. Love you too." He turned if the lamp and we went to bed.

That night I had a dream about my wedding. I was standing at the altar, with Dallon and Steve by my side. Laurey was walking down the aisle, a veil covering her face. We said our vows, and at the end I lifted her veil. Instead of her enchanting blue eyes, she had coal black eyes.

She started laughing menacingly. She reached into the folds of her long white dress, and pulled out a short dagger. My breath caught in my throat as I staggered back in fear.

"Don't worry Saint, I'm not going to hurt you," she cackled. Then she spun around and plunged the knife into Dallon's chest. I screamed as my best friend fell to the ground. I sprinted forwards, not caring about getting myself hurt.

I felt his wrist for a pulse; there was nothing. He was gone. Tears fell from my face as I slowly stood and faced Laurey. "How could you do this?" I asked. She walked towards me.

Putting her hands on the sides if my face, she kissed me hard and forcefully, without an ounce of love.

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