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spine-buster · 2 months ago

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So High School ft. Adam Cole | Chapter 7

A/N: Back from a little hiatus! Won't be posting every week as work has started up again and chapters need to be written, but this is something I'm determined to finish! Hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think :)

It had been almost a month since Violet saw Austin. She’d had an amazing break – a Christmas where she got Starbucks gift cards, a new tennis racquet, a digital camera from her aunt in Toronto, and a white MacBook from her parents to replace her clunky desktop in her room; a New Year’s skiing in Whistler her family; and a flight back to Philadelphia with an email from St. Anne’s to her parents that she had aced all her midterms. Despite all her good fortune, she couldn’t help but be constantly reminded of the last thing that happened between them before she ran off into her house.

The kiss.

Was it a mistake? She wasn’t entirely sure. Most of the time, she didn’t think it was. It was what she wanted to do in that moment. Plus, he had kissed her back. He hadn’t pulled away before her. That must have meant it was what he wanted in that moment too, right? It occupied her mind more than she wanted to admit, and not exactly at the most opportune times, either: during her AP Government midterm when she was trying to remember the specifics of the Bill of Rights; during her AP French midterm when trying to compose a paragraph about the novella they’d read in class; at dinner with her parents at a restaurant in Whistler after a day of skiing.

It wasn’t like they’d gone radio silent, though. They had texted. Violet started it.

[12/25/2006] 10:52am merry christmas 2 u and ur family austin! <3

[12/25/2006] 10:55am

merry christmas 2 u too. hope ur midterms were good

[12/28/2006] 7:24am off 2 whistler 4 me & the fam!

[12/28/2006] 8:01am

have a safe flight

when r u back?

[12/28/2006] 8:05am jan 5

[1/1/2007] 12:05am dunno if u will get this but happy new year! i’m so happy we became friends this year :-)

[1/1/2007] 12:05am

happy new year, vi

dunno if u will get this cuz ur in canada

hope we can spend more time 2gether this year

[1/3/2007] 4:17pm

miss u vi

can’t wait 2 c u when ur back

[1/5/2006] 8:50pm just landed in philly! such a long travel day just got ur texts from the week i missed u 2 i’ll c u monday on the bus right?

[1/5/2007] 8:55pm

welcome back!

i just got ur text too

of course u will

can’t wait

***

Violet was basically vibrating in her seat for how excited she was to see Austin on the bus the first Monday morning back at school. She didn’t even care to get back to St. Anne’s, and that was shocking for her to say, because she genuinely liked school – she only wanted to see him. She wondered if he was as excited to see her as she was to see him.

When he finally climbed on the bus, a smile automatically spread across her face, large and wide and excited. When he got sight of her, an identical smile spread across his face. He rushed over to her, and without knowing what her body was going to do next, she got up from her seat. They hugged each other forcefully, like people who hadn’t seen each other in months or years. “I missed you,” were the first words out of Austin’s mouth.

“I missed you too,” she repeated, pulling away from the hug so they could settle into their usual seats. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. God, he even smelled good. She could smell his cologne even through his coat and layers of clothing. “You have to tell me all about your break. How was it?”

“My break? My break was boring. I stayed home and played video games all day. What about your break? I want to hear all about it.”

Violet couldn’t hold back as she spent the entire bus ride into Lancaster telling Austin all about her break. The flight to Toronto then Vancouver, then the car to Whistler; skiing down Whistler and Blackcomb Mountains day after day; staying at the cutest ski chalet; having dinner at restaurants in the village. Austin ate up every word, barely even blinking as she spoke on and on. He missed the sound of her voice. He missed how glossy her brown hair was. He missed seeing her red nails. He missed everything about her and he was so fucking happy to have her back in Manheim.

Violet kept yapping even as they got off the bus and walked towards Lancaster West. She was telling him some story about almost crashing into some woman while skiing before she stopped dead in her tracks. “Oh my god, I almost forgot! I got you something!” she exclaimed.

“You what?” Austin asked, watching her as she swung her backpack around.

“My mom and I went into this consignment store while we were shopping one day in Whistler, and I saw something that reminded me completely of you—”

“—Vi, what are you even—”

“—And so I just had to buy it! Look!” she exclaimed.

Austin watched as she dug through the small pocket of her backpack, only to pull out action figures, still in their packaging. Except it wasn’t just any old action figures, and it wasn’t just regular packaging – the action figures were of Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock, two of his favourite wrestlers, and the packaging made it known that they were exclusive Wrestlemania X-7 editions. His favourite wrestlers for his favourite match – the one that really made him want to be a wrestler in the first place. “You didn’t,” he deadpanned, thoroughly shocked.

“I don’t know if I can even call them vintage because they’re only, like, four years old,” she said. “But, well—do you even like Stone Cold and The Rock?”

He couldn’t believe the coincidence. The happenstance. What were the chances? “They’re my favourite. They—Vi—this match at this Wrestlemania is the reason why I even want to become a wrestler.”

Violet’s eyes lit up. “No way!”

“I can’t believe you found something like this!”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Austin hugged her. Just wrapped his arms around her quickly, and tightly, and hugged her like she’d just brought him the Holy Grail or something. Physical contact between the two of them in front of Lancaster West. “You’re the best, you know that?” he asked.

“I’m really not. It’s just something that made me think of you. And like, I know how much wrestling means to you.”

Austin didn’t want to pull away from the hug. He didn’t even want to go to school anymore. All he wanted to do was ditch and spend the whole day with Violet. They’d talk all day. He’d talk to her more about pro wrestling and how he envisioned his future. He’d tell her his entire plan. Maybe he’d get to kiss her again. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Violet,” he settled on saying instead.

“You’re welcome,” she smiled. She didn’t pull away.

___

“And next on the announcement docket, Lancaster West will be hosting the regional basketball quarterfinals this Friday after classes as their team faces off against the visitors, Murray High School from Elizabethtown. Students from Lancaster West will be in the cafeteria all this week selling tickets for $10.”

___

“Austin’s friends will be there too, right?” Harper asked.

“We don’t want to be your guys’ third and fourth wheel,” Abigail winked playfully.

“Shut up,” Violet smirked at them. “Yes, his friends will be with us. I think it’ll be really fun. What about our ride after?”

“My cousin says she has no problem driving you back to Manheim if it’s dark cause we decide to do something after. Your parents are allowing you to stay out, right?”

“Curfew’s at midnight.”

___

Violet applied her mascara in one of the girls’ washrooms at St. Anne’s with butterflies in her stomach. Her, Harper, Abigail, and Abigail’s older cousin Serena were getting ready together before walking over to Lancaster West for the basketball game. Austin was going to meet them with his friends before they watched the game. “Does it look good?” she asked, looking at Harper for validation.

Harper stopped applying her lip gloss momentarily. “Looks great, Violet. Makes your eyes pop.”

In grade 9, Harper was the first person to compliment Violet on her heterochromia and how it looked so cool, making her much less self-conscious about it. Since then, she hadn’t worried as much whether people got weirded out by it, and wasn’t as scared to apply makeup that highlighted her eyes. “Thanks. Can I borrow your lip gloss?”

“Trying to look good for Austin?”

“No,” Violet deadpanned, but couldn’t help the smirk that overtook her face. She’d already told Abigail and Harper this past week about the kiss before Christmas Break. They sounded like guinea pigs as they squealed about it, and were totally excited about something, anything happening with Austin since Violet spoke so highly of him. It was a night and day difference compared to what she had to go through before midterms. Thank God she had Abigail and Harper on her side during all of it. “But…is my outfit okay?”

Jeans and a Hollister top – was there anything else teens were wearing? “You look good, don’t worry.”

As Violet took out her digital camera and took a candid photo of everyone in the mirror getting ready, she felt her phone buzz from inside her Coach wristlet in-between her legs. Once she took it out, she saw the text from Austin. R u guys on ur way? gym is already filling up. “Let’s finish up and then let’s go! We’re going to be late!” she announced to everyone.

Only a few minutes later, they had their coats on and were out the door, hurrying towards Lancaster West. There were teachers taking their tickets once they got into the front entrance, and Violet could see Austin waiting with his friends in the foyer. When he saw her, he smiled, and a shiver ran down her spine. The first thing they did when they got close was hug. They were the only two that knew each other, but it was becoming more of an automatic reflex now than an action that required any thought. After Austin made quick introductions to his friends Trevor, Jack, and Connor, they made their way to the makeshift concession stands for some popcorn.

“You look really nice by the way,” Austin said to her quietly as they stood in line with so many other students. Abigail, Harper, and Serena were already in conversation with Trevor, Jack, and Connor since Serena was wearing a Fall Out Boy tee, so Austin felt it was a good opportunity to say it now.

“Thanks,” Violet couldn’t help but blush. “You think it’ll be packed in there?”

“Oh God yeah. Basically our whole school is here.”

A small part of her wondered if they’d see Beth. She knew a lot of girls were at the game too, because St. Anne’s girls went to school events for any school where there were boys. She almost wanted to ask, but she didn’t want to know the answer. She stayed silent as Austin ordered popcorns for everyone, but she swept in and paid for them before he could reach for his wallet since he bought the St. Anne’s girls their tickets. She made sure to take out her digital camera to take pictures and document the night – everybody hammed it up for the camera, which was amazing and made for some great photos. When they made their way into the gym, Violet was shocked by how packed it was, and how loud it was. They climbed the bleacher stairs and almost reached the top until Connor saw some of their other friends and made everybody scoot their way in. There were so many people already that everything was tight. And, well, Austin wanted to make sure Violet didn’t slip or trip or fall, so he placed his hands on her hips as they wiggled their way through, leading the way. When he saw her trying to hide her smile, he knew he’d done the right thing. Violet gave her camera to someone who took a few great group shots of them, and when she looked at them on her camera’s screen, all she could look at was Austin’s smile and his arm around her waist.

There was so much energy in the room when the basketball teams came out, but there was more energy between Austin and Violet that either thought possible. They were loud and screaming during the first and second quarter, with every basket garnering cheers from the crowd. But then Violet would brush up against him. Or their hands would touch as they raised in the air after a three-pointer. Or she’d lose her balance on the bleachers and he’d have to put his hands on her waist to keep her steady. A smile would appear on her face, and then a smile would appear on his face, and it was like everything was meant to be; like they weren’t supposed to be anywhere else besides Lancaster West High on a Friday night cheering on a basketball team in the regional quarter finals.

During the half-time, the gym was still buzzing but everybody was moving around, rushing to the bathroom or going to get more popcorn. Austin could see a lot of his teachers around, and some even brought their spouses or kids. Harper and Jack had escaped to “go get some more popcorn”. Abigail and Serena had seen some other girls from St. Anne’s and went to talk to them, and Trevor and Connor followed them like puppies. Violet was talking to him about what they could do after the game.

And then Austin saw her. Beth.

She was staring directly at him and it almost instantly made him feel unsettled. But then he realized she wasn’t actually staring at him, more so that she was staring at Violet, which only made him more unsettled.

“—Anyway, all I know is we can’t go to Livvy Eaton’s party.”

“Why not?” he asked, focusing his attention back on her.

“I know Beth will be there,” Violet revealed. “I really don’t want to see her. I know she’s here tonight and I’m happy I haven’t caught her yet.”

“Don’t worry about her,” Austin said. “She’s just jealous of you.”

“I’ve managed to avoid her at school all week,” she said. “Has she—has she still been texting you?”

“I don’t know. Jack showed me how to block her number. But even if he hadn’t I’d just be ignoring her.”

“You mean you don’t want the ego boost of a constant barrage of texts to hook up with you?” Violet joked.

“No,” his tone was serious but he said it with a small smile, “I have everything I want right here.”

Violet stopped. Her smile left her face once she heard the words, but upon her actual understanding of what he was saying, she smiled again.

He didn’t ask. Maybe he should have but he didn’t. But as they sat on the bleachers waiting for the second half of the game to start, he kissed her. It was quick, just like last time, but it was the same as the kiss before Christmas: the other responded, which meant the other wanted it too. Now they each had one kiss to their name. When he pulled away, Violet was already smiling. “Was that okay?” he asked.

Violet had been rendered speechless. All she could do was nod.

With little warning, Abigail and Serena came back. Harper and Jack came back and Harper asked to borrow Violet’s lip gloss. The timer expired and both teams made their way back onto the court, with the crowd going wild when the Lancaster West boys came out. The gym was just as loud as it was in the first half after every basket made. Violet would still brush up against him. Their hands would still touch as they raised them in the air after a three-pointer. The giant crowd would stomp their feet to intimidate the Elizabethtown players during free throws and it was so forceful it would shake the bleachers. Violet would get nervous and lose her balance but Austin was always there with his hands on her hips to steady her. He’d leave them there a couple seconds too long. Eventually, they stayed there. A giant smile was on Violet’s face the entire time, and a giant smile was on his face the entire time, and when it was all said and done, Lancaster West High beat Elizabethtown Central 78-70.

***

The group didn’t end up going to any St. Anne’s party – Connor was able to wiggle his (and their) way in to the party with the basketball team, at the point guard’s house in Lititz. It was a bit crazy considering the big win, but everybody was having fun and getting along. Josephine Kominsky made it to the party, along with some other girls Violet got along with (who wouldn’t want to be partying with the winning team?), and Beth wasn’t in sight, so she was happy. She appointed herself to be the official photographer and got so many good shots of everyone. But the best ones she got were of her and Austin, who only left her side to get her drinks. They were much more touchy-feely than before, than even the game. Harper and Abigail got along great with Austin, which made Violet even happier. They talked and joked for so much of the party, despite her and Austin not being able to stop being close and touching one another.

Inevitably, part of the conversation shifted to college talk. Now that they’d gotten their midterms, their guidance counselors had been setting up appointments all week to speak about colleges and programs in preparation for next year. Violet explained how her guidance counselor called her in to confirm her UPenn, Georgetown, or Boston University for speech language therapy.

“Does Lancaster West do that, too?” Abigail asked innocently.

Austin and Connor both chuckled. “I don’t think I’ve seen my guidance counselor since the first few weeks of freshman year,” Austin revealed.

“And the only reason I see mine is because he’s also the baseball coach,” Connor added. “He can brag that he’s trying to get me a scholarship to Temple for it.”

“Ours have, like, lists of colleges, programs, residences, scholarships – oh my God, and we can’t forget alumni – everything in these binders and on their computers,” Abigail went on.

“So what would yours say?” Connor asked.

“Bryn Mawr for pre-med.”

“That’s it?”

“I’m a legacy there, so yeah,” she chuckled. Life was so easy when you were a legacy. “What would yours say?”

“Temple or Penn State. Baseball scholarship. Economics. You?” he nodded towards Harper.

“UPenn, NYU, or Brown for pre-law,” Harper revealed. “You?” she nodded towards Austin.

Violet held her breath slightly. She knew he didn’t want a lot of people knowing about the pro-wrestling ambitions. It was a very personal thing for him. That’s why she was shocked as ever when all he responded with was, “Pro wrestling.”

She watched as Abigail and Harper furrowed their brows in confusion. “You mean like Olympic wrestling?” Abigail asked.

Leave it to Abigail to have the exact same reaction that Violet did in Francesco’s when Austin first told her. Violet couldn’t hold in her smile, especially after the quick eye contact Austin made with her. St. Anne’s girls were so alike. “No, not Olympic wrestling,” Austin clarified. “Pro wrestling. Like the kind on TV.”

He was displaying confidence on the outside, but on the inside, Austin was scared as hell. He’d just revealed one of his biggest secrets – one that was very, very much out of the ordinary for so many of his friends who were thinking about college, let alone private school girls whose only option it was to go to college. Not to mention that Harper and Abigail were Violet’s best friends. He wanted to impress them, he really did, because he knew how girls worked. If they didn’t like him or thought he was a dud, they’d let Violet know about it.

When it clicked for the girls what he meant, both their jaws dropped. “No. Fucking. Way,” Harper deadpanned.

“That is sooooo awesome!” Abigail followed up.

Austin let out the breath he was holding. So did Violet. She knew the girls would be like her, and have a similar reaction as when she was told, but it was still a big moment. “You’re gonna be on TV?!” Harper asked.

“That’s the dream,” Austin smiled. “There’s a lot of training involved first, but—”

“That is honestly the coolest thing I’ve ever heard,” Abigail interrupted innocently, looking to Violet. “Seriously! How many people can say they know a famous pro wrestler? How many people can say they know someone on TV?!”

Harper went on and on about how much her younger brothers loved wrestling. Abigail asked Austin all about the wrestling team at Lancaster West and if that was good training for what he would have to do on TV one day. They were so incredibly genuine, Violet wanted to cry. Instead, she smiled the entire time – smiled as Austin nodded along to all the pro wrestlers Harper could name thanks to her brothers, smiled as Austin answered all of Abigail’s questions, smiled as she could see the twinkle in his eye as he knew he was winning them over by just being himself.

***

Since Lititz was only a ten minute drive to Manheim, the group stayed extra late before Violet, Austin, Connor, and Serena piled into Serena’s car to get home for curfew. Serena dropped Connor off first, then asked Austin where he lived.

“Serena, can you actually go to The Berries first?” Violet asked.

“I thought you lived in The Berries,” Serena furrowed her brows from the driver’s seat.

“I do. Can you just drop us both off at the corner?”

Violet could see Serena smirk. “As long as you promise me you won’t get your tongues frozen on a pole. I don’t want a lawsuit.”

Serena did as she was told. Austin didn’t really know why Violet had requested it, but he had a hunch. “I never thought I’d be able to get three St. Anne’s girls excited about pro-wrestling,” he joked as he watched Violet watch Serena drive down the street.

When Serena’s car was out of sight, Violet turned towards Austin. She had a look in her eyes he could see right away. It took maybe half a second for her to get close to him. No words were said, because both knew what was going to happen. Each had one kiss, so now both had to get another. They were standing under a streetlight.

When they kissed each other, Austin knew he hadn’t felt anything like this before. He’d kissed other girls, sure, but none of them could hold a candle to what he was currently feeling kissing Violet in the middle of winter under a streetlight in Manheim. Violet, too, hadn’t felt anything like this before. She’d kissed other boys, sure, but none of them could even compare to what she was currently feeling as she kissed Austin at the corner of her street under a streetlight in their small town. A part of her thought she was in a movie; that this wasn’t her life and that maybe it was somebody else’s. But when he kept kissing her, and she kept kissing him, she realized that yes, this was her life. It wasn’t just a single kiss anymore, given before midterms or during the intermission of a high school basketball game. There were many kisses now, big and small and everything in between, kiss after kiss after kiss as she felt Austin’s hands on her waist through her coat, pulling her closer to him.

Neither of them knew how long they’d been kissing for, but when they finally pulled away, it was only so they could catch their breath. Violet looked into Austin’s blue eyes, their breath visible in the crisp night air. “That was okay, right?” she asked.

“God yeah,” he responded. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his admission. “Don’t say a word.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t.”

“Our secret?”

“Our secret.”

Austin was about to go in for another kiss when an alarm started going off on Violet’s BlackBerry Pearl. Her eyes widened. “Oh my God. I gotta go. That’s my two minute warning.”

“Violet—”

“—I’ve gotta go—”

“Vi—”

She had wiggled out from his grasp. He was desperate for one more kiss, but she was already down the street. “Safe run home!” she called back to him without stopping.

He stood under the streetlight, dumbstruck.

***

Austin was already in his hospital gown and gurney, trying not to pay attention to the work around him that the nurses and others were doing to prep the surgery. Violet was still beside him, holding his hands. “It’ll just be a few more moments, Mr. Jenkins,” one of them said.

“Take all the time you need,” he said. He was scheduled for a 9:00am surgery and it was still only 8:45.

He could feel Violet squeeze his hand. “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered. “It’s going to be fine and—”

Before she could finish her sentence, the door to the room opened and Dr. Bridges walked through. “It’s time, Austin.”

Austin looked over to Violet. “I’m gonna be in the waiting room,” she whispered.

“I love you.”

She leaned down to kiss him. “No matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that,” she said before standing up, making eye contact with Dr. Bridgers. “Take good care of him.”

“Oh, I will.”

“You don’t want to have to answer to her. Trust me,” Austin quipped as he was pushed out of the room. “She’ll get ya.”

Violet made her way to a seat in the waiting room, one close to an outlet. She opened her messages app and began composing a message about him being in surgery to the most important people: his parents. His brother. Her parents. Kyle. Chris. Kenny and Hazel. The Massies. Harper. Abigail.

And now, she waited.

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tdystmr · 4 years ago

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college student! jackson x sugar daddy! mark // sugar daddy x baby socmed au

b a c k g r o u n d i n f o 🍓

jackson is THE popular kid despite him having his own set of financial problems. he lives with a foster family because his parents died in a car accident when he was 11, but still grew up to be a well-mannered, cheerful boy

mature 21 year old who knows his strenghts and weaknesses. very motivated and hard working, but tends to fall for the bad type rather than good influences. is also too nice and sweet to point out other’s mistakes and flaws so he usually goes along with whatever his friends do. has always wanted to move out because as much as he loves his foster family, he knows that they struggle with their own swt of problems as well and feels like a burden now that college fees are piling up

mark is a millionaire, successful bachelor at the fine age of 29. recognised for his success in starting and building his own business at 22, took him only 7 years to reach his current success of a multi-million enterprise in Seoul trading and exporting goods.

is a very mysterious figure to the press because he is extremely private about his life outside of work. lives alone, has no known dating history, only known family is his family in USA ands seems to be completely disinterested in relationships under than a tight-knit group of friends. the press would love to get some dirt on this successful businessman.

jjp are mark’s close friends and a power couple of Korea ( lgbtq+ rs are supported in korea in this au ) and have always wanted him to look for a partner. yugyeom, mark’s other close friend, also wants him to not be so lonely anymore since he’s pushing 30 already.

meanwhile, youngjae + bambam are jackson’s best friends. youngjae’s fam is jackson’s foster fam while the three of them all attend Seoul University tgt. they’re close friends because they all share an interest in music and just enjoy each other’s company. they’re the same age in this au, so they met at the usual freshmen orientation drinking session and bambam almost puked on jackson’s crotch. ever since then, they’ve been inseparable.

youngbam are also well known in the school - youngjae for performing on stage every year at the annual talent show while bambam is known for his cool style and being the vice president of the dance club.

p l o t 🍓

jackbamjae are joking arnd in their gc abt life after college when jackson finally tells them his plan to move out of his foster home after they finish their second year of college. yj ofc objects because he doesn’t see js as a burden, but respects jackson’s decision because js insists.

bambam suggests a sugar daddy website to get money. ofc, both of the other two question him on how he got to know such a site existed. he tells them that ten ( pres of the dance club ) got to know his bf through this site. bam tells them that it isn’t super shady or wtv and the men aren’t so bad at all

js says wtv and gives it a go, so he signs up with the help of bamjae. he has a basketball friendly match, so he rushes off after that

at the same time, mark’s bday is approaching. jjgyeom are planning a surprise for him and hopefully, it’ll include some sort of a date that mark will agree to go on. yugyeom had also come across the sugar daddy website by simply lurking on the nsfw side of the internet and jjp have learnt not to question him too much on what he does in his free time.

he found js’s profile and knowing mark’s type, immediately suggested the idea to jjp. jb, who’s been mark’s longest friend, says that mark might not completely be opposed to it because he knows that mark has been stressed lately and a way to let out that frustration would be good. jy, on the other hand, cautions that mark might not like the idea because mark is the kind of guy to value genuine relationships over meaningless hookups, not to mention paying someone for sex and whatnot. despite that, the three arrive at mark’s place on the night of his bday to surprise him

yg suggests the idea to mark after they’ve all had some dinner and mark obv gets mad at first. he says exactly what jy had said, but calms down after jjgyeom explain that they’ve all been worried about how he’s coping and don’t want him to be alone and stressed anymore. mark sees that his friends have good intentions and decides to give it a go, starting the convo with jackson over the website that night after all his friends have left

after about a week of weird dms and some actually good interactions over the site, jackson is about to give up because he hasn’t found anyone truly interested in talking and not just sex. then, he gets mark’s dm

the two hit it off immediately and they end up texting till 3am. they exchanged socmed accounts before they went to bed as well, and js decides to tell bamjae in the morning abt it.

they obv know who the hell mark tuan is and are freaking out over this. jackson rmbs that mark had told him not to spread this and realises that’s the reason why. he warns bamjae not to tell anyone, even their other close friends. bamjae suggest for him to keep texting and to even meet mark on the weekend.

they meet and it goes well and stuff, them slowly establishing their own sort of relationship. they’re more platonic than sexual most of the time, but they do look for each other when they’re horny and in need of release

one day, the press captures mark waiting for js after school at seoul uni + js getting into his car. they post an article with a caption insinuating that mark has a secret relationship, which he fires down with an instagram post about invading his privacy and posting false rumours. he does this because he’s scared that js might be affected.

js is affected, because he realises that he doesn’t mind being in a genuine relationship with mark at all. he tells bamjae ofc, and they help him to realise that he might have developed feelings for the older man. he freaks out because that isn’t part of the deal of being a sugar baby but he doesn’t want to cut mark off either

it’ll end happily, definitely, but the angst will come right after this and i hope it’ll be good :<

e x t r a c t f r o m f i r s t c o n v o 🍓

Yien_duan_

Hey, is this Wangpuppy825?

Wangpuppy825

that’s me! you can call me jackson ☺️

Yien_duan_

Oh, okay sure. I’m Mark. How old are you again?

Wangpuppy825

i’m 21 this year 🤩 wbu?

Yien_duan_

I’ve just turned 30

What’s your major in college?

Wangpuppy825

just? when’s your birthday? 🧐

i major in Sports science studies at SNU

Yien_duan_

4 september

Woah, you sound like a pretty smart kid

Wangpuppy825

oh, belated birthday mark hyung 🥳🥳

i can call you that, right 🥺

also, i’m not that smart hahah i just study hard 😌

Yien_duan_

Yeah, hyung is fine

Thank you, by the way :)

Wangpuppy825

no prob, hyung ☺️

quick qn though, do you look really old?

Yien_duan_

Ummm.....no?

Wangpuppy825

do you mind sending a pic 😖

i’m sorry if this sounds weird it’s just i’ve gotten lots of dms from 50 year olds posing as 20-30 year olds and it’s creepy 😳

Yien_duan_

Okay but you can’t tell anyone about this, okay?

Wangpuppy825

why? is it embarrassing for you 😮

Yien_duan_

[image attached]

It’s not really about being embarrassed, I guess

Wangpuppy825

omg

Yien_duan_

Why?

Wangpuppy825

you look so hot wtf 🥵

and you look so young????? you look my age 😳😳

god is unfair for making you so pretty 😤

Yien_duan_

You mean you...

Wangpuppy825

i...???

Yien_duan_

Oh, nothing hahah

I’m just surprised you think I look good because well...

You’re really cute, Jackson :<

Wangpuppy825

wow okay you have no idea how different it feels to hear that from a hot person rather than just my friends hyping me up 😳😳😳

Yien_Tuan

Your friends? Did they persuade you to do this?

Y’know, my friends actually set me up with you as sort of a birthday present

Wangpuppy825

oh? then i guess i should thank them 😳

and yes, my friends did persuade me to do this hhahaha

Yien_Duan_

Thank my friends? What for?

Your friends did a good job with the basketball pictures. I think those were what made my friend Yugyeom choose you

Wangpuppy825

thank them for setting me up with such a hottie 🥵

oh! you play?

Yien_Duan_

Ahh, you’re making me embarrassed... 😳

Yeah, I played when I was in college in USA

Wangpuppy825

omg you used an emoji for the first time 🥰

usa? you’re a foreigner too?

Yien_Duan_

Hahah, I don’t really use emojis because I’m used to texting formally at work 😅

Wow, it feels like we’ve got a lot in common huh

Wangpuppy825

use them more 🥺

it does! you’re probably the most interesting person i’ve met on this site the whole week 😌😌

Yien_Duan_

Then I’m honoured I got your attention first :)

Tell me more about yourself? Unless you’ve got to go to bed already

Wangpuppy825

oh, no no hahah

i usually sleep way past midnight so this is fine 🤩

anyway, who would be crazy enough to turn down a conversation with someone like you 😖😖

Yien_Duan_

Flirtatious, are we?

Wangpuppy825

only because you’re adorable 🥰

t a g s 🍓

sugar daddy x sugar baby au

social media au

possessive mark

switch jackson

dominant mark

sexting / nudes

fluff / angst / smut

college student! jackson

friends with benefits-ish to lovers

#got7 markson #jackson wang #mark tuan #got7 aus #sugar daddy au #sugar daddy mark tuan #sugar baby jackson wang #got7 social media au

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rvnclwrites · 6 years ago

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Christmas 1991 (Charlie x Female MC)

“Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Romania to visit Charlie.” Turns out MC was invited too!

Word count: ~1500

Note: This is my first HPHM fic. I just couldn’t get the idea out of my mind, so I had to write it. Feel free to message me with other HPHM fic requests. Feedback is appreciated!

“Here you go, Miss,” the cab driver says as he stops the car in front of one of several quaint white cottages along the street. “Merry Christmas!”

You fumble around in your bag for some money, surprised to feel so nervous at your arrival. “Thanks, you too!” you say, handing him the bills before sliding out of the back seat with your luggage. The evening December chill rushes to your face, and you wrap your (house name) scarf around you one more time in an attempt to get warmer. But even in the bitter cold, all you can do is smile as you see the string of lights adorning the roof and the glimpse of the lit Christmas tree through the front window. This is the first time this month you are actually feeling the holiday spirit.

Knocking on the door, your heart fills as soon as it opens and you see Mrs. Weasley standing in the doorway.

“(Y/N)! Come in, come in,” she says, smiling brightly as she ushers you into the warm house and wraps you into a hug. “Happy Christmas, dear. We’re so glad you could make it.”

“Thanks so much for having me,” you say, accepting her motherly embrace. Even though you have only spoken to Mrs. Weasley a handful of times at Platform 9¾, she is still possibly the sweetest woman you have ever met.

“Of course, dear. You’re practically family with the way Charlie and Bill talk about you.” She pats your shoulder, and you can’t help but feel nervous again at the mention of Charlie’s name. You haven't seen Charlie, or any of your friends for that matter, for nearly six months. Traveling the world as a Curse-Breaker after finishing your final year at Hogwarts has kept you annoyingly busy, and this is the first week you've had off since you started.

“Hey stranger,” a familiar voice says to your right, and your nerves wash away as soon as you turn your head. Standing in the doorway that leads to the kitchen is no other than Charlie Weasley. You can’t stop the swarm of butterflies that flutter in your stomach at the sight of him- the familiar speckled face, red sweater, and hair pulled into a low ponytail.

“Charlie!” Unable to contain your excitement, you drop your bag and run towards him, colliding into him with a bear hug. You’re surprised at how dense he feels now as he squeezes you back with arms that you don’t remember being quite so thick- being a dragonologist must be even more physically demanding than you’d expect. You breathe in the familiar honeysuckle and grass smell on his sweater and silently wish he’d never stop hugging you.

“I missed you too,” he breathes into your ear with a chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. You make the mistake of lifting your head up to look at him, and his face is so close to yours, all you want is for there to be mistletoe hanging above you and someone to accuse you of standing under it. You’ve tried so hard to ignore these feelings which have been around since your fourth year of Hogwarts. You hoped the silly crush you developed on him after Bill introduced you two would pass quickly, but it just got worse the more time you spent with him. After you finally accepted how you felt by your seventh year, he was suddenly following his dreams here to Romania and you were coerced into traveling the world as a Curse-Breaker. The worst part is you didn't even have the balls to ask if he felt the same way before you left.

“Hey, I know you guys were in the same year and all, but we were friends first,” Bill teases from the kitchen, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hey!” You reluctantly let go of Charlie and move to give Bill a quick hug, his tall, slender frame a much different feel from Charlie’s broad chest.

“I believe this is for you,” Charlie says, walking up beside you and nodding toward the present on the kitchen counter. Glancing at the tag, you see it’s from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

“No way,” you whisper, hopeful at what you think it might be as you tear through the wrapping paper. Sure enough, you pull out a knitted (house color) sweater with a bold (your initial) in the middle.

“Oh my God!” you say with a squeal, holding up your very own Weasley sweater in admiration before turning to Mrs. Weasley. “Thank you so, so much!”

“I told you she would freak out,” Charlie says with a laugh.

“Well it’s about time someone appreciates those sweaters,” Mrs. Weasley says, smacking Charlie on the shoulder before turning back to you with a smile. “You’re very welcome, dear.”

After Charlie shows you the guest room and you change into your new sweater, Mrs. Weasley calls everyone to dinner. The table is so full of food it reminds you of the Christmas feast at Hogwarts.

“You must be Ginny,” you say, smiling at the red headed girl who takes a seat next to Charlie. You have seen her before at Platforms 9¾ with Mrs. Weasley, but have never gotten the chance to speak to her. “I’m (Y/N).”

“You’re the cool Curse-Breaker Charlie’s always talking about!” she says, and you glance across the table at Charlie with a raised eyebrow.

Bill cackles with laughter, and everyone begins passing food around the table. “She has always preferred the way Charlie tells bedtime stories,” Bill says, scooping a pile of peas onto his plate before passing the bowl to you. “So she’s heard most of our crazy adventures at Hogwarts.”

“Fred and George are funnier, but Charlie always adds dragons,” she says excitedly, and you can’t help but melt inside at the thought of Charlie telling his little sister dramatic versions of your adventures. “Did you really defeat R and save your brother from the vaults?”

You smile proudly. “Yep. I couldn’t have done it without your brothers though. They’re pretty awesome.”

“That’s so cool! Almost as cool as Ron becoming friends with Harry Potter.”

“What?” you and Charlie exclaim simultaneously, both clearly surprised.

The rest of dinner is spent with Mrs. Weasley filling you both in about Harry Potter, as well as Ron’s first year at Hogwarts. After dessert, you begin helping the family clear the dinner table, and Mr. Weasley asks, “So how’s the Curse-Breaking going, (Y/N)?”

Despite knowing it was bound to come up, you dreaded hearing this question. You realized a few months ago that it was the pressure after the events at Hogwarts that led you to becoming a Curse-Breaker, not your love for it. Oh well, you were going to have to tell them about it sooner or later. “I think I'm going to try something different,” you admit and flush as you feel all the eyes in the room focus on you. “The traveling is just getting exhausting since I can rarely Apparate or use the Floo Network. I don’t understand how muggles love traveling on boats and planes so much, it takes forever.”

“That’s what I’ve always said!” Mr. Weasley says. “I’ve actually started tinkering with a muggle car trying to get it to fly, and I think-”

“Arthur,” Mrs. Weasley cuts in with a pointed look as she sets the dinner plates into the sink.

“Sorry, Molly,” he apologizes quickly, and redirects his attention to you. “What are you looking to do next? I would be happy to put in a good word at the Ministry for you if you’re interested.”

“Or you could apply to Gringotts,” Bill offers, leaning against the kitchen cabinets. “I rarely have to travel, and Egypt isn't so bad.”

“Actually, I really miss working with magical creatures so I applied to the Dragon Sanctuary.” You instantly feel Charlie’s eyes on you, and you pull a folded piece of paper from your jean pocket, extending it to him. “All of those times you quizzed me about dragons seems to have paid off. I just got their reply this morning, but I wanted to make sure you're cool with it before I accept.” You hold in a breath, nervous to see Charlie’s reaction as he reads the letter.

A wave of relief washes over you as the biggest grin you have ever seen spreads across his face. “Are you being serious?” he asks. “You want to work at the sanctuary with me?”

“As long as you’re okay with it,” you say, trying to sound as casual as possible.

“Are you kidding!” Before you can register him moving, Charlie sweeps you into a hug, and your heart tightens uncomfortably again as his arms wrap around you.

“Isn’t this just wonderful!” Mrs. Weasley says with a squeal.

“Does that mean you guys are going to live together?” Ginny asks curiously.

Your face immediately goes scarlet, and you refuse to look at Charlie. Before you could fluster a response, Mrs. Weasley says, “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Rent here would be even more affordable with a roommate. Think of all the extra money you would both save.”

“Not to mention how close this place is to the sanctuary,” Mr. Weasley adds.

You know your face must look ridiculous at the moment because your mouth is hanging open and you can feel the hot flush staining your cheeks. You just want someone to shake you like an Etch A Sketch and tell you they're just joking so you can laugh it off. But they don't sound like they're joking. Bloody hell, are both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley actually encouraging you to live with their son? The thought of it makes your head begin to spin, and it only gets worse when Charlie speaks.

“I mean, I’m totally cool with it if you are.” You couldn’t help but notice his cheeks looked a little red too.

You feel a lump in your throat, and catch Bill wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you from behind Charlie. While you two have never discussed your crush on his younger brother, you have always had a feeling he knows it.

“You totally should,” Ginny encourages. “I’d love for both of you to tell me dragon stories when I get to visit!”

Well how can you argue with all of that? “Okay, sure,” you manage, and suddenly Mrs. Weasley is hugging you again. When the family resumes talking and Charlie starts pestering his mom to stop cleaning his kitchen, Bill shoots you a look and you glare at him. “Don’t say a word,” you mutter under your breath, and he chuckles quietly.

“Whatever you say,” he teases before jabbing you gently with his elbow and adding, “sis.”

A few more hours pass, and while the rest of the family is occupied in the living room, Charlie pulls you aside before you can join them.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asks quietly.

“Sure,” you say, slightly confused, and before you know it, he's pulling you upstairs and leading you into his bedroom. The tan walls are covered with posters of the different dragons he has quizzed you about, and there’s a queen size bed in the middle of the room with a Gryffindor red comforter on top. A chill runs through you as you spot a moving picture of the two of you resting on top of his nightstand. Oh man, that’s adorable.

As he turns around to face you, you attempt to break the ice, suddenly feeling anxious. “What’s up, roomie?”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I'm so sorry about all of that. That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” He rubs the back of his neck, and you notice his ponytail is an inch or two longer now. “I just want to make sure you don't feel pressured to move in if it would make you uncomfortable. My family is so embarrassing.”

You let out a laugh. “No they’re not, they’re the best,” you reassure him. Even if it was slightly embarrassing, you couldn’t help but love his family. “I mean it may have caught me off guard, but I think it would be fun.” The way Charlie looks up at you when you say these words makes you add, “As long as you’re cool with it. Don’t feel obligated to offer up your place, I completely understand if you prefer living alone.”

“Are you kidding? I can't think of anything better than living with you. I've missed you like crazy.” You're surprised your heart hasn't jumped out of your chest by this point, but before you can respond, Charlie continues, “Can I ask you one more thing?”

“Of course,” you say, trying to ignore how close he’s standing to you.

“Why did you choose the sanctuary?”

You feel the heat rise to your face again. Because you're friends? Because you love dragons as much as he does? Okay, maybe because you can't stop thinking about him and have missed him more than anyone else your life. Bloody hell, do not say that. Or... should you?

“What do you mean?” you decide to say, gripping the sleeves of your new sweater for support. This would be a hell of a lot easier if you knew how he felt. His proximity and the way he’s looking at you are making things even more confusing.

“You could have any job you want, and there are tons of magizoologist jobs out there. Why here?”

His brown eyes are so intimidating as they stare back at you, waiting for you to answer, and your mouth is dry again. Without thinking about what you are doing or the potential consequences, you push yourself forward and press your lips to his. The second your mouth is on his, every cognizant thought in your brain dissipates like cotton candy on your tongue. He tastes sweet, and you can feel the rapid pulse in his neck as your hand rests above it, pulling him as close to you as possible. His lips are so soft and addictive as they move slowly against yours, it takes every fiber of your being to pull back.

“I'm so sorry,” you breathe, and all you can think about is how close his damn face is still as he just stares back at you like a deer in headlights. “We can pretend that never happened if you want.” You drop your gaze so his would stop piercing through you, and you're worried your palms are sweaty.

“Are you kidding me?” he says, his breath warm against your lips. “I've wanted to do that for the last four years.” And before you can think straight, he closes the small space between you two and is kissing you again, sending your heart, head, and stomach into a whirlwind of butterflies and goosebumps. After standing there for God knows how long, you pull apart.

“Was is worth the wait?” you ask, your hand now resting on his chest which seems to be beating as fast as yours.

“Absolutely,” he says before grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

This may very well be the best Christmas in history.

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bryanllamado · 8 years ago

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Feb-ibig

Okay. So before you start reading this blog entry, here’s a quick story. After celebrating Valentine’s the entire week (yes, I made it happen), I had chicken pox. *frowns* As of writing, I’m taking some time off of school to recuperate from this illness–perfect timing, the prelim has just begun (and so as this chicken pox). Disclaimer: I have zero idea on how I got this–no one from the fam or the squad had this skin disease recently. I’m starting to hate February for this apparent reason (getting sick); it never fails to ruin things. But looking on the brighter side of things, I got to spend this year’s V-Day with the one[s] I love!

I have planned this–my dream V-Day celeb–for a long time already and though some things didn’t turn out as planned, I’m glad with the way everything drove out in general. Damang dama ko ang simoy ng pag-ibig, mga bes! I enjoyed every single moment of the week and I feel privileged to have spent the Hearts Day sharing love with the best people in town. Plus, this year saw the light for my first ever (legit but not so legal) valentine date–though it wasn’t exactly a date. Tamis! Let’s just say that I celebrated love the way it is supposed to be rejoiced. But for now, it’s time for me to do a recap of how the previous week went. #HappyHeartsDay

Valentine Week 2017

Sunday

As soon as I reached the dorm, I prepared a little surprise for my girl: a special valentine greeting poem and a banner. I spent the rest of the night finishing the poem (though I finished it swiftly) and cutting out letters for me and my friend’s ‘HAPPY HEARTS DAY’ banner surprise to our two lovely girls. The good thing is that I have the materials that I need at the dorm–glue, colored papers, bond papers and a pair of scissors. I prepared the letter cuts and Gian inflated the heart shaped balloons. We have everything laid out that night and the only thing left to do is to execute the plan. #loverbois

Monday

It’s been a while since we (me and my girl) last visited Starbucks so we planned to grab coffee to start the week. We both came from our respective schools–the 2 Lasallian universities in Dasmariñas–and headed straight to meet each other and get our favorite flavors of frappe. I guess we both needed a breather from a long hard day in school. I enjoyed the night (even though we weren’t able to talk much and catch up). I was preparing for a report and a major exam for the following day as she was scanning through her notes. Handouts before hangouts as people say but why choose when you can have the best of both worlds?

Tuesday

Prior to this week, she already informed me that she and her (single girl) friends will be going out on V-Day. I gave it a nod since I don’t want her to wait too long for me as she’ll be dismissed earlier than I’ll be. The plan is that we’ll meet at exactly 6PM at Walter Mart with no particular place to eat at. It is also the day when we are supposed to hand our valentine gifts to each other but a few days before, the Instagram account (from which I ordered my gift for her–a blue cap and a matching blue watch) informed me that they couldn’t ship/send the items to me yet because they don’t have them yet.

Since she’s out with her friends, I decided to join my friends to try Bittersweet–a café that some of our fellow COEd students manage. I wasn’t supposed to join them (as I’ll be having a dinner date with my girl) but I wouldn’t want to miss a food adventure. After class, we grabbed a jeepney ride and headed straight to Area G–where the café is located. Too bad, Rica, Jane, MJ and Rjhay weren’t able to make it. For the meriendate, majority of us had Tuna Pasta and Choco Kisses milk shake and we all shared a plate of nachos and a barkada serving of fries.

Everybody enjoyed the food and (believe it or not) none of us spent more than a hundred bucks. The food is great and the menu offers variety–though the serving size is a little reduced but my taste buds are still satisfied. The sizes of their drinks are named single, taken, complicated and barkada (from the smallest serving to the largest). The place is not that spacious but we managed to arrange ourselves on a long table. I am satisfied with my Bittersweet experience in general. *thumbs up* After we finished our meals, we had isaw and betamax on a nearby streetfood spot.

I went back to the dorm to fix myself for my first ever (could-have-been) valentine dinner. She texted me around quarter to 7PM and told me that she’s on her way already. I rushed to reach Walter Mart and arrived 13 minutes late–not that punctual for an actual date. We decided to dine at Bon Chon (our common fave food place) but to our surprise, the place is too crowded–with people waiting both inside and outside. We were supposed to try the new seafood flavor Bibimbowl but apparently, there’s no vacant table left for us to dine in. It is unwise to have our orders taken out but we did in hopes of saving time.

Instead of having Bibimbowls (which we would appreciate more if we eat in the actual serving), we opted for 2 servings of Calamari. The crew told us that we will be waiting for 20 minutes to get our orders but we ended up waiting for almost an hour–partida, standing ovation pa kami n’yan. The waiting game is on and we took the time to catch up on each other’s ganaps. Instead of getting bored, I enjoyed waiting since I’m with my favorite person. I can still recall her saying, “Sana pala dito na lang tayo kumain kung ganto katagal din naman tayo maghihintay.” I bet she would laugh in case she’s reading this.

Since I’m chasing a curfew time, we went home with our take outs (told you, it wasn’t a date). I’m absolutely disappointed with how the night turned out–the gifts were delayed, waited for an hour to get our orders and ended up not eating together. I actually insisted that we eat instead given that it’s a special day (and I wouldn’t mind going back to the dorm past the curfew time) but she insisted that we should go home–since we’ve spent enough time together. We left the place not with satisfied tummies but with memories and good laughter. Tip: If you’re going on a date, make sure you set up an early one or have a table reservation. By the way, the banner and balloons surprise for our lovely girls was a success! Thanks a lot Gi! I owe you so much man.

Wednesday

We were supposed to see My Ex and Why’s (but she dislikes mainstream Filipino films) or Fifty Shades Darker (but she has already seen it) so planned to have a movie marathon on their place instead. Our friends Gian and Yna–our fellow Lasallian couple–set up the marathon and we all chipped in to have popcorn and nachos to complete the movie experience. We watched Holding the Man and Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children (the former is LGBT romance themed, the latter is a fantasy). My bad, I slept in between the 2 films so I didn’t understand any of the storyline. It always feels authentic when I’m with the 3 of them; plus, nachos and popcorn. *drools*

Thursday

Y’all know what it is: my friends and I planned to see Fifty Shades Darker on that day and as if fate is on our side, everything went according to plans. Praise the heavens! Apparently, my friends are sort of obsessed with the franchise and I feel their strong will (judging on their reactions when they saw the trailer) to see the film. Well, I’m a fan of film adaptations of novels in general and what could have been a naughtier way to celebrate love month than to hit the movie house with this flick? In short, we have anticipated Darker from the very beginning.

The hype is so real that to some extent, some of my friends even fabricated birth certificates to prove that everyone’s in the legal age–since Darker is R-18. Babala: Ang programang ito ay Rated SPG. There are a lot of ‘great things’ I supposed that happened during the day. 1. I recovered my ID from SWAFO. I lost my school ID (the jacket is already broken so it’s no wonder it got lost) that day when we attended a seminar at the Alumni Building. Good thing I was able to retrieve it from SWAFO right before we leave for Robinsons Dasmariñas.

2. The full show was moved to 3:50PM instead of half past 3PM (which gave us more time to fake birth certificates and get food). We grabbed snacks from 7Eleven; I had a butter flavored popcorn and a huge cup of Gulp–which I finished by myself. #nosharing 3. There is no traffic and the jeepney driver changed routes to shorten the ride. We left 30 minutes before the showing and we crossed our fingers for no traffic. Good thing the driver of the jeepney changed routes to get to the mall faster. After that, we ran–far beyond the stoplight to enter the mall to the last floor to reach the movie house.

4. The guard from the mall simply asked us about our ages and college level (he simply looked at our IDs without even asking for legal documents or proofs). Honestly, there are 3 of us who are not yet 18–Alpha, MJ and Faith. Rica and Rjhay were not able to join us; T. Annie (Dairen’s best friend) and Leslie (MJ’s special someone) joined the pool. 5. We got inside the movie house just in time. When we entered the cinema, the film has just began and so we quickly looked for seats and placed in the 3rd row. I sat beside Nica and Tin. Our acquaintances Clarisse and Errol were also inside the cinema.

I’m satisfied with the film in general–the story lines and the cinematography. Although I haven’t read the novel yet, it would have been a better experience to know what to expect (aside from what we saw in the trailer). FYI: The plot of the entire trilogy focuses on romance; not on the BDSM thing or the sexual encounters (though the love scenes are really noticeable). One thing I love about the film is that it featured a cohesive shift from the ‘sexual’ to ‘intimate’ relationship between Anastasia and Christian. I highly recommend this flick for lovers out there; perfect for the love month.

After seeing Darker, majority of us headed home straight but Nica, MJ, Leslie and I hopped to SM Dasmariñas which is just a few blocks away. The lovebirds (MJ and Leslie) will be dining there while Nica and I went to Imagine. I personally wanted to go to Imagine because I want to belt out my favorite songs on the karaoke (which I barely do; thank you to my blockmates–Ayah, MJ and Cyra–who went to Imagine that Monday for making me envy). Nica and I had an equal share of songs and this is my set list for that night:

· Chandelier

· You are My Song

· Someday We’ll Know

· Home

· Alone

· Baliw

· If I Were a Boy

· The Gift (duet with Nica)

· Forever’s Not Enough

· If We Fall in Love (duet with Nica)

I’m not even kidding with the set list though most of the songs are very unlikely for me to sing–Chandelier, If I Were a Boy and Forever’s Not Enough). *laughs* I just want to know if I can still sing those songs. Nica sang Counting Stars, I’ll Be There, Somebody that I Used to Know, Born This Way, A Whole New World, etc. Next time, I’ll be doing more of band music and alternatives like Maroon 5, Coldplay and Paramore–medyo rock para mapaos–or maybe some throwback Chris Brown or Ne-Yo. #nexttime Unfortunately, they don’t have Secret Love Song yet–would’ve been a great jam if the song is there.

Before we went home, I dropped by Tokyo Tokyo to take out Ramen (insane cravings for Ramen; had two steaming bowls that day–one for brunch and another for dinner). That day is indeed tiring but I have seen a great film (Darker), I have great food (Ramen) and I’m with a great company–my college squad. I have 3 homeworks and a quiz the following day but fret not–Carpe Diem. I’m really glad that I was able to carry out everything I have planned that day–felt extremely blessed. Guess what, I’m starting to love Thursdays more than ever… again! #thankyouLord

Friday

Another (tough and long) week at school has passed and the best way to end it is a street food fix: had calamares and my fave buko juice after class. After 2 weeks of indulging in calamares after class, I (think I) should stop this habit–for a.) it is not that healthy; b.) it’s about time to stop cheap thrills; c.) I’m bringing back the thrifty habits. Before I catch the bus ride home, I dropped by my girl’s place and shared a few bites off our favorite doughs. She did it again–she bought a box (a dozen) of our favorite donuts from Krispy Kreme.

In fact, we had KK donuts twice that week because Gian and Yna also purchased a dozen of assorted doughs that Tuesday (which they shared with us). This time though, we had the box all by ourselves–though we have only consumed 4 of which. I helped her fix her things; she helped me sort mine. #dormergoals #rgoals As we packed our bags together, I asked her if we could meet the following day–I’ll finally received my valentine gift for her–so we can give our gifts to each other. Delightedly, she said yes without asking about details or whatevers.

Saturday

The Instagram account (from where I ordered my gifts for her) messaged me that Friday that they already handed the items to my friend Bea–a friend who resides in Manila and the one who picked up the gifts. I personally tapped Bea to contact the account and help me purchase the items since she’s in Manila (most of the time). She went home that Friday so we managed to meet the following day to give me the gift. So there, if you’re reading this, you’ll know where I bought my gifts for you and who conspired with me to get the items. *winks*

We met at SM Trece Martires–our new hide away as the mall is not crowded–and she arrived late (very unlikely of her to). Well, I was late when we met that Tuesday and it is just fair that she came late that time–quits lang. Oh girl, please don’t make me wait. When she arrived, she immediately handed me her gift and to my surprise (nasarprays ako literal), her gifts were the items next on my bucket list–the items that I would care to have but can’t at the moment. Thank you boo! I love your gifts! I handed her my gifts as well–quite nervous if she would like them or not.

She has been eyeing the blue cap–which is from a merch store–and the blue watch on Instagram for some time now. Since she doesn’t have time to purchase them yet, I did the deeds and surprisingly, she liked my gifts. I won’t give a hint on the price of the items (shh lang muna; she gave me a pricey gift as well so secret na lang) because she also bought a quite expensive gift for me. She’s really eager to have the cap–which I would also love to have–and I made sure it comes with a watch (because she’s a big lover of watches; bought a blue one to match the color of the cap).

And all of a sudden, I had chicken pox–just the mere thought that I have this makes me want to throw up instead. *note sarcasm* So it goes a little like this, Cupid and Aphrodite made me feel all the love the entire week then sends me crashing back down to earth (after putting me on a cloud 9). But kidding aside, I don’t know what I did to contact and/or deserve this kind of sickness. The good thing is that this came after Valentine’s–I got to spend the Hearts Day the way it is supposed to. #atleast

The bad thing is that this came right at the beginning of the Prelim week so I had to take 5 special exams. Not to mention, I’ll be staying at home for the rest of the week and (sighs) no allowance. Sayang baon, mga beshy! I could have felt that Valentine hangover if not for this. *frowns* Di bale na. Looking on the positive side of things: I get to rest for some days; I have been enormously blessed the entire week; I have the love of my life with me–there’s nothing more that I could ask for. #blessed

How about you, my dear readers? How did you spend the Hearts Day? By whatever means, I hope you all had an incredibly romantic and intimate celebration with the one[s] you love! Just a friendly reminder: You deserve to be loved. ❤

Till the next blog entry! Bry. x 022317

P.S. To the one who made this year’s Valentine’s extra special, thank you! I’m blessed to have you.

P.P.S. I didn’t publish this whole entry to brag; it is just my pleasure to share with you how it is to be me.

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